kirksfangrl

[kirksfangrl]

Dilf Kirk please 😔 any trope at all but just dilf Kirk pls

i see yalls requests im so busy with college rn so i apologize for taking so long!! for dilf kirk lets do 2015 kirk 🩷

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my college professor. | 2015

cw: smut & age gap ofc

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today is the last week before the week of my college finals and im not doing so great in my anatomy course, well.. how could i if my professor is kirk hammett. i cant even bare myself let alone focus, hes a distraction but maybe i can figure out how i can fix my final grade in his class so i can get my desired credits.

i have no idea how im gonna go about this but i will see after his class today. kirk has had his eyes for me for a while especially since i sat at front all semester.. or maybe because im failing and hes concerned, however. no moves were made since he is a bit old and im not sure if he is even into me. i purposely put on a shorter skirt today with a white buttoned down blouse almost kind of revealing but not so much, i was ready and i had a plan and i hope it goes accordingly.

i walk into anatomy and i look over and see a huge grin on kirk’s face as he’s analyzing every inch of me. that was different.. maybe what im wearing is working. “good morning professor hammett.” as i smile and take my seat at the front. he walks over to me and leans into the table infront of me “i would want to have a word with you after class. its important.” he says.

i nod in surprise and think wow i didnt even have to try, this is going good i guess. despite that hes probably just going to tell me that im failing and that a final exam wont really make it up, but i have a little something for him to make a change to my grade.

as the time passes.

we have 5 minutes left and im a bit nervous. he locks his eyes onto me and he looks a bit frustrated but that is not what concerns me. “alright class! you’re dismissed early. please study for your exams next week and have a great summer!” as he gestures me to stay. i look up at him while hes washing down the white boards, i clench my hands together and get up and make way to his desk. before i can even let out a word. 

“so do you know why you’re here? your perfomance is very bad in this class and i dont even think a final exam could save you. there is no excuse, you’ve learned anatomy before so why is this something you cant get a grasp of? before this course even begun i told all of my students to let me know if they start to even fail so that i can get them the help they need. im even more disappointed because you are not even dressed appropriately for class.” he lectures.

“i.. im sorry kir- i mean professor. i was running late and this is all that i could really throw on. i didnt know my grades were at sake i was honestly distracte-“ he cuts me off.

“distracted?? what could be distracting? i mean this is science this should not be distracting at all.” he adds in confusion.

“no i mean like you’re distracting..” as i move a bit closer.

shit i probably worded that wrong i hope it didnt seem offensive…

“im distracting? i wouldnt expect my students to be looking at me and not the course work..” he says.

i move closer to his side, almost touching him. for some reason he does not back away but instead he takes my hand and opens up the course textbook and makes me go over the skeletal system for my exam, controlling every bit of my hand movements while he stands behind me. 

“im sorry i cant really help you with your current grade but i can go over your exam with you.” he says in a smooth questionable tone.

“but.. professor, you can! please just this once.. i wont tell anyone..” i stare back up at him with doe eyes pleading.

i take my free hand and grab his hand away from my other hand and put his hand around my waist. i turn around so now im facing him and our bodies are together. he looks disbelieved.

“we cannot do thi-“ i put my finger over his mouth. “if i made you feel good would you change it then?” i smirk. i took my finger away to see what he had to say.

“yes but that would depend.. this is very wrong, this is a threat to my job you know that right?”

“shhhh, i would never tell on you kirk.. i have liked you since the beginning of this semester. i have always wanted you, i never had your age in mind and i dont care. i want to show you what i’ve been wanting to show you.” i whisper.

he lifts me onto his desk, he leans in and starts kissing me uncontrollably while unbuttoning my blouse revealing everything. oh my god it really worked out in my favor im just so stoked.

i push him back into his chair and get onto the floor infront of him. i unbuckle his belt and his pants, his length springs out into my face as i start to stroke it. i put my mouth over it, covering it all in spit. hearing him groan was the sexiest thing ever. i couldnt resist, my sucking pace went faster and faster

he grips the armrests of the chair, his knuckles white with tension as i work him with my mouth. his breathing grows ragged, and he lets out a low, guttural moan that sends a thrill down my spine. i glance up at him, our eyes locking in a moment of intense connection. seeing his raw desire spurs me on, and i take him even deeper, relaxing my throat to accommodate his size. his hands find their way to my hair, gently guiding my movements as i move my head up and down, my saliva coating him entirely.

"fuck, you're so good at that," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with lust. "don't stop."

i have no intention of stopping. i speed up my pace, my hand working in tandem with my mouth, twisting and stroking as i suck him off. his hips begin to buck slightly, meeting my movements, and i can feel his body tensing, coiling like a spring ready to release.

suddenly, he pulls me off him, his chest heaving. "i want to be inside you," he growls, his eyes wild with need. he lifts me up effortlessly, spinning me around so that i'm straddling him, my back to his front. i can feel his hard length pressing against my back, and i grind against him, teasing us both.

"condom," i gasp, reaching into my skirt pocket and pulling one out, ripping it open with my teeth.

kirk takes it from me, swiftly rolling it onto his length. then, with one swift motion, he lifts me slightly and puts me on top of him, filling me completely. we both let out a cry of pleasure, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

our bodies move in sync. i begin to ride him, lifting myself up and down, feeling every inch of him slide in and out of me. his hands grip my hips, guiding my movements, his fingers digging into my flesh. the sensation is intoxicating, and i can feel myself building towards a powerful orgasm.

"kirk.” i moan, his name in plead . "don't stop. i'm so close."

he leans forward, his teeth grazing my shoulder as he bites down gently.

"i won't," he promises, his voice a low growl in my ear. "come for me. let me feel you fall apart."

his words push me over the edge. i cry out, my body ripping waves of pleasure crash over me. he continues to thrust up into me, drawing out my orgasm, riding out every last shudder from my body.

but he's not done yet. with a powerful surge, he stands up, still having me on his length, and turns us around. he bends me over his desk, my chest pressing against the cool wood, my ass in the air. he enters me from behind, his thrusts deep and powerful, each one taking a cry of pleasure from deep within me.

"fuck, you feel so good," he grunts, his body slapping against mine. "so tight and wet."

i push back against him, meeting his thrusts, our bodies slapping together in a frenzied rhythm. i can feel another orgasm building, my body coiling tight as a spring.

"kirk," i cry out, my voice echoing in the room. "i'm coming again."

he reaches around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in tight circles. that's all it takes. i shatter, my body exploding in pleasure. he follows soon after, his body tensing as he finds his release, his length pulsing inside me.

we collapse onto the desk, our bodies slick with sweat, our breath coming in ragged gasps. he pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me, holding me tight as we come down from our high.

as our breathing returns to normal, kirk presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, then pulls out of me, making me shiver as he does. he disposes of the condom, then turns me around to face him, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"you know," he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, "i think you've more than earned an a in this class."

i raise an eyebrow "oh, really? and why is that?"

he leans in, his voice a low murmur in my ear. "because even though you havent been the best in my class as much as you are in other courses. you made me feel very, very good like you said.”

i can't help but laugh, a soft, satisfied sound. "well, i'm glad i could be of service, professor."

he pulls back, his eyes serious. "no, really. you've got a bright future ahead of you. and i want to make sure you get every opportunity."

i feel a warmth spread through me at his words, a mix of satisfaction and affection. "thank you, kirk. that means a lot."

he smiles, then helps me up, his hands lingering on my waist. "now, let's get you cleaned up.”

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[kirksfangrl]

cuteee, i added my kitty for an animal 🐯

tagging if you’d like to play @elismutya @slutmustaine @ninetieswhore @maybethecoolestgirl

Pinterest tag game

I forgot who I got tagged by but thank you whoever it was lmao ❤️

first pin that shows up on your Pinterest when you search animal, hobby, tattoo, and celebrity crush.

I have decided to tag: @metallicames @suzdin @boydholbrook-fan @ilovewhiteroses @90shetfield @metalmaidenn @wizard-on-whales @mxtal-up-ur-ass and whoever would like to play as well

[kirksfangrl]

masterlist ✮⋆˙

introduction

metallica kirk ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

my college professor.

Birthday Girl

Ashes to Bloom

Adrenaline Rush

A night of forbidden desire

Always Us.

Forgive

jason ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

From Bitter to Better

Between the Basslines...

james ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ lars ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ gnr (coming soon) axl ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ duff ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ izzy ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ slash ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ steven ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[kirksfangrl]

Haiiiiii, it's my bday tday and i wanted to request a load!kirk being on tour and telling reader he cant come to see her on her bday, but he gets tickets and travel to her and surprises her on her bday with cute gifts 😭😭😭 anyways happy 23 to me, may i never grow old in the head 🎂

aw happy belated bday to you so i made you something cute and simple, also i honestly hope you’re enjoying 23 🩷

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Birthday Girl | 1996

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it had been a few weeks since kirk told me he couldn’t make it for my birthday. i tried to stay positive, telling myself that he’d be back soon and we’d make up for it. but i couldn’t help feeling disappointed. he had promised we’d celebrate when he got home, but it didn’t feel the same. it was my birthday, and i wanted him there.

the day came, and i did my best to push away the sadness. i spent it with friends, trying to enjoy myself, but the thought of kirk being miles away weighed on me. i checked my phone every few minutes, hoping for a call or a message from him, but nothing came.

just when i thought i was going to call it a night, there was a knock at the door. confused, i stood up and walked over, wondering who it could be. when i opened it, my breath caught in my throat.

kirk was standing there, grinning. “surprise,” he said, holding out a small box wrapped in shiny paper.

i blinked, trying to process what was happening. “kirk? but… i thought—”

he stepped inside, and before i could say anything more, he pulled me into a tight hug. “i know. i couldn’t miss your birthday. i got you something… and i’m here to make it right.”

he handed me the box and tons of other cute things, i carefully unwrapped it. inside, nestled in soft velvet, was a delicate necklace. my heart swelled as i stared at it. it was perfect.

“it’s just a little something to remind you that no matter where i am, you’re always on my mind,” kirk said softly, brushing his thumb across my cheek.

i was speechless, overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of it all. “thank you,” i whispered, unable to stop the tears that welled up.

he smiled, his eyes sparkling with genuine happiness. “happy birthday, babe,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

in that moment, i realized how much he truly cared. no matter the distance, he made it happen.

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[kirksfangrl]

Hiiii, I just found your blog, and I really like i!!!

Can you make a oneshot abt load or black album era. Something maybe with jealousy, angst and smut, where Kirk and reader are already in a relationship and she is been in a kinda of situationship with James before. Maybe with fluff at the end idk your choice!!!

Thank youuu I hope u will answer me. Xxx

tyyy for requesting its taking me a while because there’s many but i hope you like it 🩷

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Ashes to Bloom.

era | 1991

cw: possessive jealousy, smut, angst, and fluff.

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the room felt heavy. too many bodies. too much smoke. too much of him. james stood across the room, laughing with a bottle in hand. same grin. same posture. same eyes. his gaze met mine. and i smiled. i didn’t mean to. it just... happened. like muscle memory or a reflex. one of those stupid reactions your body gives you even when your heart knows better. kirk’s arm wrapped around my waist, grounding me in the present.

“you okay?” kirk asked, his voice low against my ear.

“yeah. just tired,” i said, too quickly.

he didn’t push. just squeezed my hip a little and kept his arm around me, but i could feel it. he saw it. he always saw it.

he knew about me and james. knew the mess of it. the undefined edges, the blurred lines, the way it never quite turned into something real but still left scars. and now, even with kirk, even with everything good, james could still pull something out of me just by looking.

kirk didn’t say anything until we got back to the hotel. the moment the door closed behind us, his voice was sharp.

“you gonna tell me what that look was?” kirk questions while sucking his teeth.

i dropped my jacket on the chair and turned toward him slowly. “what look?” i questioned.

kirk scoffed. “don’t do that.” i sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. “we have history. that doesn’t just disappear.”

he ran a hand through his hair and paced. “yeah? it looked like you missed it.” that one hit harder than it should have. i stood and walked toward him.

“i didn’t..” i said softly. “he hurt me. you... you put me back together. i’m with you because i want to be.” kirk stared at me, eyes burning.

“sometimes it feels like i’m just a safer option. like i’m what you picked because he wrecked you.”

“you’re not. you’re who i chose,” i said, stepping closer.

“because you never made me feel like love had to come with pain.” his hands gripped my waist, pulled me in tight. the kiss was hot, desperate. like he was trying to erase every trace of james from my mouth.

“you’re mine,” kirk growled, forehead pressed to mine.

“i can’t watch you look at him like that again.”

“then make me forget him,” i whispered.

he did. he made love to me like he was carving his name into my skin. no hesitation. no holding back. every thrust was a statement. every kiss was a fight. he took me apart and put me back together in the same breath.

“say it,” kirk panted, voice low and rough.

“i’m yours,” i gasped.

“again,” he demanded. fucking me deeper.

“i’m yours, kirk,” i moaned.

when i came, i felt the tears sting my eyes. he kissed them away. slow. gentle now. we didn’t say much after. just laid there, skin to skin, breath to breath. after a while.

kirk whispered, “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to lose it like that.”

“don’t be,” i said, resting my head on his chest.

“you fought for me. i needed that.” he wrapped his arms around me like he was scared i’d slip through them. we stayed like that until the sun started creeping in. i traced little circles on his stomach, voice quiet.

“you don’t have to compete with a memory,” i said. kirk looked down at me, eyes tired but full of something warm.

“good,” he said, kissing my forehead. “cause i’m gonna give you better ones.”

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i didn’t expect it to happen. but of course it did. kirk had gone to shower. i went into the hotel lobby, leaning against the wall, water bottle pressed to my chest. waiting for him to finish. james stepped up beside me, like he hadn’t been watching me all day and night.

“you still with him?” james asked, like it was small talk. i didn’t look at him.

“yeah. i am.”

he lit a cigarette, smirking. “he doesn’t really look like your type.”

i laughed once, sharp. “you wouldn’t know my type.” he stepped closer. a little too close.

“you don’t miss it?” james asked. “not even a little?”

“no.” i said, firm.

his eyes dropped to my lips. i knew that look. i hated how familiar it still felt.

“you left a mark,” he said. “he’s not gonna erase me.” before i could say anything, i heard kirk’s voice, cold and loud.

“get the fuck away from her,” kirk snapped. james turned around, grinning like a bastard. “look who finally grew a backbone.”

“you don’t get to talk to her like that,” kirk said, stepping between us. “and if you touch her, i’ll break your fucking jaw.” james scoffed. “she’s not your possession, hammett.”

“no,” kirk said. “she’s her own. and she chose me.” the words hung there. heavy. solid. james stared at me one last time, then walked off without another word.

back at the hotel room, kirk sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. he looked so tired. so raw. “i’m not like him,” he said.

“i don’t know how to be loud. or aggressive. i’m not good at that kind of fight.” i sat beside him and rested my hand on his knee.

“you don’t need to fight like him,” i said. “you’re everything he isn’t. and i love you for it.” he looked at me then. really looked.

“you mean that?” kirk asked. “yeah. he wanted to control me. you let me breathe. that’s what love is supposed to feel like.” he kissed me. slow. soft. he held my face like i was the most fragile thing in the world. we undressed without words. he touched me like he was saying thank you. like he was saying please stay. when he pushed into me, i held onto him like a lifeline.

“i love you,” kirk whispered. i didn’t say it back right away. i just kissed him, kissed every part of him, and showed him what love looked like in the way i moved, the way i held him after, the way i stayed close even when the world went quiet again. and in the morning, i told him. not because he needed to hear it. but because it was true.

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[kirksfangrl]

Load!Kirk being a boxer and winning a fight and being high on adrenaline and fucking you rough on a random room of the place he was fighting!!!!! RRRRAAAAA

finally load era kirk 😍 i hope you like

there’s so many request i have to get to so i didn’t forget anyone

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Adrenaline Rush | 1996

kirk’s glove shot up the second the ref called it. the crowd erupted but all i could see was him standing there in the center of the ring, chest rising and falling fast, eyes burning like fire. sweat rolling down his body, jaw clenched, blood on his lip, but he was grinning. wild and electric.

his eyes scanned the crowd and when they landed on me, it was like something snapped. he jumped down from the ring, ignoring everyone, pushing past reporters and trainers, all muscle and adrenaline and heat. i barely had a second before his hand wrapped around my wrist, rough and urgent, and he pulled me behind him through the corridors.

we stumbled into a back room, door slamming shut behind us. before i could speak, his hands were in my hair, his mouth crashing into mine hard. desperate. hungry. he tasted like sweat and blood and victory and i couldn’t get enough. his body pressed into mine, solid and burning, i didn’t care where we were. all i could think about was him, the heat of his skin, the way he kissed like he needed it to breathe.

he pulled back for just a second, eyes locked on mine, wild and full of something deeper than just the high of the fight. then he kissed me again, harder.

his hands slid down to my thighs gripping tight before lifting me effortlessly like the fight hadn’t drained an ounce of strength from him. my back hit the wall with a soft thud and he pressed into me.

i wrapped my legs around his waist holding on as he kissed me like he was drowning and i was the only thing keeping him afloat. the room was spinning or maybe that was just him, all wild energy and his heartbeat thundering against my chest.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this.” he said voice raw and low against my ear

“then show me.” i breathed out fingers tangling in his damp hair.

his hands gripping my waist tightly again. his lips crash down on mine, the kiss rough and demanding. i can taste the salt of his sweat, the metallic tang of his adrenaline. it's intoxicating.

his hands roam over my body, grasping and squeezing, his touch urgent and possessive. i moan into his mouth, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he grinds against me.

he tears his lips away from mine, his breath hot on my ear. "i need you." he growls, his voice hoarse with desire. he doesn't wait for a response, instead, he spins me around, pressing my chest against the wall. his hands are on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulls me back against him.

i hear the rustle of his clothes as he quickly sheds them, his body pressing against mine, skin to skin. he kicks my legs apart, his hand snaking around to cup me between my legs. i'm already wet, my body aching with need. he groans, his finger slipping inside me, his touch rough and insistent.

he positions himself at my entrance, his length hard and ready. with one swift thrust, he enters me, filling me completely. i cry out, the sensation of him stretching me and claiming me. he sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming against mine, each thrust sending waves of pleasure and pain through my body.

his hand is in my hair, gripping tightly, pulling my head back as he leans down to bite and suck at my neck. the room fills with the sound of our flesh slapping together, our ragged breaths, and my moans of pleasure. he's wild and untamed.

i can feel the pressure building inside me, the heat spreading through my veins. his hand moves from my hair to my clit, his fingers rubbing in time with his thrusts. the sensation is too much, and i explode, my body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crash over me.

he groans, his body tensing as he finds his release, spilling himself inside me. we stay like that for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged and syncopated. he pulls out of me slowly, his hand gentle on my hip as he turns me to face him.

his eyes are softer now, the wild intensity replaced with a tender warmth. he leans down, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss. "i love you," he whispers, his voice hoarse from exertion.

i smile, my heart swelling with love and satisfaction. "i love you too," i reply, my voice barely a whisper. we stand there for a moment, our bodies pressed together, our hearts beating in sync. the adrenaline of the fight may have fueled our passion, but it's the love between us that makes this moment truly unforgettable.

[kirksfangrl]

Girl I LOVED your enemies to lovers smut with Jason and I’m on my knees BEGGING for one with Kirk.

Like maybe you’re Lars’ sister and you two can’t STAND each other. So one day you’re home alone and Kirk shows up expecting Lars to be home but he isn’t and then as he comes in waiting it’s like an argument and he says that he wished someone could fuck the attitude out of you 😳😳😳😳

i love this request, i hope you love it 🩷

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A night of forbidden desire. | 1987

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it starts with lars being lars, stomping around all morning about some thrift store he is obsessed with. he will not stop talking about how he is going to find the best vintage shirts, as if i care. “ill be back in like 5 hours.” lars shouts from downstairs. “please dont ever return actually!” i shout back.

when he finally leaves, slamming the door behind him, i go downstairs and settle into the couch with the remote, basking in the rare silence of a lars free house.

about a hour after.

there is a knock at the door. i do not move at first, hoping whoever it is will go away, but the knocking comes again, more insistent. i already know this is about to ruin my day. dragging myself to the door, i swing it open, and there he is. kirk hammett, standing on my porch, looking like he has nowhere better to be. annoyance prickles under my skin immediately.

kirk is lars best friend, which makes him, by default, the second most annoying person in my life. he knows it. he leans against the doorframe, completely at ease, that little smirk tugging at his lips like he has already won something. i do not bother greeting him. instead, i just stare at him flatly, waiting for him to explain why he is here. he does not. instead, he steps past me like he owns the place. i scowl as he flops onto my couch, stretching out like he plans on staying.

“lars is not here.” i say, as if his slick self does not already know. he grins. “i know.”

and that is when it hits me. he did not come here for lars. he came here for me. the realization makes my stomach twist in a way i do not like. i should kick him out, tell him to go home, but instead, i cross my arms and drop into the farthest seat from him, keeping my attention locked on the tv. ignoring him is the best way to deal with him. except he does not make it easy. he is watching me like he is waiting for something, and after a while, he leans back with that insufferable confidence of his. “so, do you like me yet, or do i have to try harder.”

my head snaps toward him before i can stop myself, and the second i meet his gaze, i regret it. he is enjoying this. me being annoyed is his favorite thing in the world. “there is nothing to like.” i mutter, turning back to the tv. but it is too late. he has already seen the crack in my armor.

“if you say so.” he hums, stretching again like he does not have a care in the world. i tighten my arms around myself, willing my heartbeat to stay steady. i hate him, i tell myself, but even in my own head, the words do not sound convincing, but like hes so tempting, sometimes i cant help myself. stop the acting already and just tell him whats real.

after 15 minutes of the the tv just blurring out silence.

kirk stays. of course he does. he makes himself comfortable, sitting back on the couch like he has no plans of moving. it pisses me off. i try to focus on the tv, but i can feel his eyes on me, like he is waiting for me to say something first. i refuse. i am not giving him the satisfaction.

after a few minutes, he speaks anyway. “so, what do you do all day when lars isn’t here to get on your nerves.”

i scoff. “enjoy the peace and quiet. something i was doing before you showed up.” kirk chuckles like that was funny. “yeah, right. bet you miss him the second he is gone.” i turn my head just enough to glare at him. “ew! are you out of your mind, you are just as bad as him. leave me alone already.”

he grins. “oh, come on. you would be lost without him.” i roll my eyes. “please. i would be thriving.”

kirk hums like he is considering it, but there is a smirk tugging at his lips. i hate that stupid smirk. i hate that he looks like he knows something i do not. i cross my arms. “why are you still here.” he tilts his head. “you want me to leave.”

“obviously.” i say rudely.

he leans back, stretching his arms out like he is settling in for a long stay.

“well, that’s too bad. i am pretty comfortable.” i narrow my eyes. “you came here to bother me, didn’t you.” he grins. “maybe.” i exhale sharply. “you are lars’s best friend. go hang out with him.” he shakes his head. “nope. i am here for you.”

my face twists in annoyance. “for what.”

he shrugs. “because you are cute when you have an attitude. and i love pissing you off”

my eye twitches. “don’t call me that.”

“why not.”

“because it is annoying. just like you.” he laughs, like this whole thing is just entertainment for him. i stand up abruptly. “i am getting something to drink. don’t touch anything.” he smirks. “no promises.”

i stomp off toward the kitchen, muttering under my breath. of all the people in the world, why did kirk have to be the one who would not leave me alone.

seconds later.

i open the fridge, pretending i do not hear kirk’s footsteps behind me. i grab a can of soda, still ignoring him. but of course, he does not take the hint. i turn around and nearly bump into him. he is closer than before, leaning against the counter like he belongs here. my fingers tighten around the can.

“why are you following me?” i say annoyed.

he grins. “maybe i am thirsty too.”

i roll my eyes. “ew get out! the fridge isn’t going to tell you to leave, but i will.”

he chuckles. “you are really desperate to get rid of me, huh.”

i sigh dramatically. “kirk, go home.”

he takes a slow step forward. my back almost hits the counter. “no.” kirk says.

i glare up at him. “yes.”

he takes another step, closing the space between us, and now i am the one who is pressed against the counter. i look up at him, annoyance twisting in my chest.

“what are you doing”. i say confused.

his hands rest on the counter beside me, caging me in just enough to make my pulse pick up. “you sure you really want me to leave.”

i scoff, trying to ignore the way my stomach flips. “yes.”

he tilts his head, studying me like he can see right through me. “no, you don’t.” i tighten my grip on the soda can, refusing to break eye contact. “you are so full of yourself.” i add to the silence.

he smirks. “maybe. but i think you like that.”

“i do not.” as i roll my eyes at him. even though i really do..

he leans in slightly. “no?”

“no, kirk go please i dont want to get caught with you around lars. he already knows there might be something with us. this is why i hate you. and i always have!”

his eyes flicker to my lips for a second before locking back onto mine. “you hate me? then why are you blushing?”

i scoff again, even though i can feel the heat rising to my cheeks. i hate him. i hate how smug he looks. i hate how he smells good. i hate how close he is. i hate that a part of me does not really want him to leave at all.

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“i know you like me deep down inside. i know you love me when im this way toward you, you are just acting and you’re terrible at it. sometimes i just wish i can fuck that pity out of you.” my eyes widened at all the words he said to me like ive never expected it, and before i can react, kirk’s hands are on my waist, im soaked but again, i cant show lars our intimacy because he told me to not do anything with his friends so i have to snap out of this.

a small yelp escapes me before i can stop it. he picks me up like i weigh nothing, holding me just long enough to make me squirm. “put me down!” i snap, pushing at his shoulders. he grins. “guide me to where your room is.”

i shove him a little, almost making him tip over with me in his arms. he lets me go, but his smirk does not fade.

“lars said he’d be back soon” i say, crossing my arms like that will somehow put more space between us.

“he won’t be back that fast pretty.”

his voice is too sure, too smug, like he knows exactly what he is doing. my arms tighten over my chest, my stomach twisting with something i do not want to name. i hate how he is always so confident. i hate that he is right. and i hate that part of me does not really want him to leave just yet.

after seconds of locking eye contact. he sits me over the counter, and me being me, i put my arms over his shoulders and hug him without even thinking, i didnt care anymore. i wanted him. my legs grip tightly around his torso and my hands tighten around his shoulders. “take me upstairs please.” as i tuck my head into his shoulder.

“i knew you had something for me. you were trying so hard to play hard to get and you folded.” as his words echoed into my ears.

“i guess i did fold, because i don’t care anymore i can’t resist you even though i hated your guts ever since i was growing up around you. but i really do like you” i added.

as we get into my room he tosses me on the bed. he leans over me, his eyes narrowing as he notices the damp spot on my panties. he raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"looks like someone's been a little excited," he teases,

his voice low and husky. he doesn't wait for a response. “can i?” he asks, i nod eagerly. he leans down and presses his lips to mine. the kiss is fierce and demanding, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that leaves me breathless. his hands roam over my body, tracing the curves and dips, sending shivers down my spine.

he breaks the kiss, his breath ragged as he looks into my eyes. "you're so beautiful.” he murmurs, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw.

he trails kisses down my neck, his teeth nipping gently at my skin, making me gasp. his hands move to the hem of my shirt, lifting it up and over my head in one swift motion. his eyes roam over my exposed skin, a hunger in his gaze that makes my heart race. he leans down, his lips capturing one of my nipples, sucking and nipping until i'm arching off the bed, a moan escaping my lips.

his hand moves to my other breast, his fingers rolling and tweaking the sensitive bud. the sensation is intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that leaves me panting. his hand moves lower, tracing the waistband of my pants before dipping inside. he cups me, his fingers pressing against the damp fabric of my underwear. i can feel the heat of his touch, the pressure building as he rubs gently. he slips a finger inside the waistband, his touch light and teasing as he traces the edge of my underwear. he looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire.

"is this what you want?" he asks, his voice in a low growl. i nod, my breath hitching as he slips his finger inside me, his touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. he moves slower, his finger curling inside me, hitting a spot that makes me cry out. he adds another finger, his thumb circling my clit, the sensation overwhelming. he continues to move his fingers, his touch expert and teasing, building the pressure inside me until i'm on the edge of release. he leans down, his lips capturing mine in a fierce kiss as i come undone, my body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm. he holds me close, his touch gentle as i ride out the waves of pleasure, my body slick with sweat. as i come down from my high, he pulls back, a satisfied smile on his face. but he wasn’t done yet, he turned me onto my stomach. now i was on all fours for him, there was that feeling i’ve been wanting, i felt so full from his length entering me. i screamed while gripping the sheets. ive never ever felt this good in my life i loved every thrust pound in me as i feel that knot tighten in my stomach. “does that feel good pretty?” as i hear him smirking i could barely form any words. he knew what it took to get me to want him and it all worked and i wont regret any bit of this. “ye-yes..” i felt so stupid making myself so easy to him but im so in love. once again im coming undone all over him as he lets out his high inside of me. he turns me over onto my back. “that was so good, beautiful.” he murmurs, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. he leans down, his lips capturing mine in a soft, gentle kiss. "i could get use to this.” he whispers, his voice low and husky.

i wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "stay with me," i whisper, my voice barely audible. “sweetheart, did you forget that lars would be back any minute now hm. did i get you this good” he smirks “oh shit i forgot. you need to leave now.”

“yeah yeah, now ill leave.”

“finally, holy shit.” i say jokingly, laughing it off together.

i send him downstairs as i hear the door rattling, as a given sign that its lars coming in. he barges into the front door, i roll my eyes “thank the lord he hadn’t come in while that was happening.” i whisper to myself.

“kirk why the hell are you still here. ive been waiting at the thrift for you.” lars says in confusion. “oh shit i didnt even notice. i just got here” kirk chuckles. “you better not had touched my sister kirk, i know you.” lars says with a strong tone. “oh shut up already, he literally just arrived.” i shout at him from the banister turning toward my room smirking. “ill be leaving now since you’ve came back.. are you still even going back out” kirk questions. “maybe, maybe tommorow. its late kirk.” “6 isnt even late??” kirk adds while leaving out the door. “yeah whatever see you tommorow bro.” as lars closes the door behind him.

i lean my back against my room door and reimagine that whole moment we had, hoping lars will never find that out. “that was amazing, i kinda miss him now.” i huff. i feel the footsteps of my annoying brother coming up the stairs “great, he probably knows something..”

“so tell me about it, i smell him all in your room.” lars smirks at me. “dude get the fuck out nothing happened. you must be smelling your upper lip, because the both of you smell.” as i push him out of my room slamming the door.

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Soooo I was wondering if you could make do a smut + fluff with Kirk ?

Like reader is crying over having a bad date experience. Like reader is so tired of one sided love and she’s just letting everything out to Kirk who has secretly liked her all this time.

okay love this request. plspls also send more, i need to be actively writing i love making these 🩷

wasn’t sure of an era so let’s just say this is 1999 kirk

Always Us.

i stared down at my barely touched plate, pushing my fork around aimlessly. the diner was buzzing with conversation, but it all felt distant, like i was hearing it through water. kirk sat across from me, sipping his coffee, quiet as always. he had no idea what was going on in my head. he never did.

it was pathetic, really. sitting here, pretending like everything was fine, pretending like my heart was not aching every time i looked at him. i had spent so long convincing myself that it was okay, that i could handle being his friend and nothing more. but tonight, it felt unbearable.

i swallowed hard, my fingers gripping the edge of the table. it was always one sided. always me feeling too much, always me hoping for something that would never happen. kirk did not like me like that. he never had. and i was exhausted from pretending like it did not hurt.

“you are quiet,” kirk said, his voice breaking through my thoughts.

i forced a small smile. “just tired.”

he frowned, setting his cup down. “you sure?”

i nodded, but the lump in my throat was growing. i could feel it coming, the crack in my composure, the weight of everything pressing down on me. my chest felt tight, my hands shaky, and i knew if i did not say something now, i never would.

“actually,” i said, barely above a whisper, “no. i am not okay.”

kirk straightened slightly, his eyes sharpening with concern. “what is wrong?”

i let out a shaky breath, my fingers tightening around the napkin in my lap. “i am just tired, kirk. tired of feeling like this. tired of caring too much and never having it mean anything. tired of—” i stopped myself, looking away. “never mind.”

he leaned forward, his brows pulling together. “hey,” he said softly, “talk to me.”

i hesitated, my heart pounding. this was it. i could brush it off, change the subject, keep pretending. or i could finally say it.

i clenched my jaw, staring at the table as i forced the words out. “it is you, kirk.”

he went completely still.

i let out a bitter laugh, my eyes burning. “it has always been you. and it sucks, because you do not feel the same way, and i keep telling myself that i will get over it, but i never do. and i do not know how much longer i can pretend like it does not kill me.”

silence. thick and suffocating. i could not bring myself to look at him.

then, after what felt like an eternity, kirk spoke. “you think i do not feel the same way?”

my breath hitched. my head snapped up, and he was staring at me, his expression unreadable.

i blinked, confused. “you do not.”

he exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “jesus,” he muttered. then, before i could process it, he reached across the table, his hand covering mine. “i have been in love with you for years.”

my heart stopped.

“i thought it was obvious,” he admitted, his thumb brushing against my knuckles. “but you never seemed to notice. and i was too much of a coward to say anything.”

i opened my mouth, but nothing came out. my brain was struggling to keep up, to piece together what he was saying, to accept that maybe, just maybe. it had never been one sided at all.

“do you still think it is just you?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

i swallowed hard. “i do not know what to think.”

he smiled softly, giving my hand a squeeze. “then let me show you.”

in mind, after all the date was already a ruined disaster but he did leave weight off of my shoulders after helping me realize it just wasn’t me.

he grabs my hand and leads me out of the restaurant into his car.

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the car ride was quiet, but this time, it was not because i was drowning in my own thoughts. it was different now. lighter. i could still feel the weight of everything that had been said, but instead of pressing me down, it felt like something had finally been lifted.

kirk’s fingers tapped against the steering wheel as he drove, his eyes flicking to me every so often. i could feel the shift between us, the space that had always been there now crackling with something new. something that had been there all along, waiting.

when we pulled up to his place, he put the car in park but did not move to get out. neither did i.

“you wanna come in?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

i nodded. “yeah.”

inside, it was familiar, comfortable. i had been here a hundred times before, but tonight, it felt different. the air between us was heavier, charged with something i still could not quite believe was real.

kirk sat down on the couch, and i hesitated for only a second before sitting beside him.

“so,” i started, not sure what i was even trying to say.

he smirked slightly. “so.”

i huffed out a breath, shaking my head. “this is weird.”

“yeah,” he agreed, but his hand was already reaching for mine again, like he could not help himself. “but in a good way.”

i stared at our hands, at the way his fingers laced through mine so easily. like they belonged there.

“can i kiss you?” he asked, so soft i almost thought i imagined it.

my breath caught. i looked up at him, and for the first time, i saw it. all of it. everything i had been too blind to notice, too convinced of my own unworthiness to believe.

i nodded. “yeah.”

his hand slid up to my jaw, his warm touch, steady. he leaned in slowly, giving me every chance to pull away. but i did not want to. not anymore.

when his lips finally met mine, it was soft at first, hesitant, like he was still afraid i would disappear. but i kissed him back, gripping his shirt like i needed to hold onto something real, something solid.

he exhaled against my mouth, then deepened the kiss, his fingers curling into my hair. everything else every doubt, every fear, every lonely night spent wishing for this melted away.

his hands moved carefully, tracing over my arms, my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. i felt his fingers slip under the hem of my shirt, warm against my skin, and a shiver ran through me.

“tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmured against my lips.

i shook my head, breathless. “i do not want you to stop.”

his lips moved to my jaw, then my neck, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every reaction. i let my fingers tangle in his hair, tugging slightly, and he groaned softly, his hands gripping my waist tighter.

i barely noticed when he started lifting my shirt, only realizing when cool air brushed against my skin. i let him pull it over my head, my pulse racing when his gaze drifted over me, dark and wanting.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, almost like he had been waiting to say it.

heat flooded through me, and i pulled him back in, kissing him harder, deeper, until i felt him lower me against the couch, his body pressing into mine.

his hands explored slowly, taking his time, like he wanted to savor every second. he leaned down, his lips tracing a path down my collarbone, his breath warm against my skin. my fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, fumbling slightly, and he chuckled against my shoulder before helping me.

“nervous?” he teased gently.

i swallowed, nodding. “a little.”

he lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine. “we do not have to rush.”

i shook my head. “i do not want to wait anymore.”

his expression softened, and he kissed me again, slower this time, deeper. and as he held me, as his hands and lips moved over me with a reverence i had never felt before, i realized something.

because it was never one sided. it was never just me. it was always him. it was always us.

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Are you still taking requests??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

ofc boo 🩷

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Can i get a Jason smut??? Maybe enemies to lovers. Like for instance readers bf just broke up with her so she’s been down for the last few days and Jason catches her walking home crying

omg yes thx for the request i hope you like it!! so this writing is gonna set at the readers best friends house.

warnings: smut, angst & oral

jason x reader

From Bitter to Better | 1990..

i don’t even know what i’m supposed to say. my mind keeps circling the same words, over and over, but they don’t make sense. i never thought i’d be here, like this, falling apart in my best friends living room.

it’s all too fresh, too raw. it was supposed to be a normal night, us watching a movie, laughing about stupid things, just being together. but then he looked at me like he didn’t even know who i was anymore, and that’s when he said it. “i think we should break up.”

i swear my whole body went numb. i couldn’t even react at first. i kept waiting for him to laugh or say it was a joke, but it wasn’t. he was serious.

“i don’t think we’re right for each other anymore,” he said, like it was something he’d been thinking about for a while. the way he said it, like we were just… some mistake that needed fixing.

i tried to get him to explain. i kept asking, “what happened? why now?” but he just shrugged, like he didn’t owe me an answer. “i just think we’ve grown apart,” he said. and that was it. just like that, the person i thought i’d be with forever was gone.

the worst part? he didn’t even seem sad. there wasn’t a tear or a sign that this was hard for him. he just… let go.

and now here i am, on your couch, trying to hold myself together, and all i can think about is how i must’ve been invisible to him. was i not enough? was i not doing enough? i keep wondering if i could’ve been more patient, more understanding, if maybe i missed something. i want to scream at myself, “why didn’t you see it coming?”

but all i can do is sit here, feeling empty. like all the things i thought we built together were just… nothing. the worst part is, i’m scared that maybe i really am nothing without him.

i don’t even know how to breathe without him beside me.

“you can do better without that asshole i promise, he wasn’t worth you at all” Emma gestures.

“i guess you’re right, i’ll get over this somehow. i’m gonna get going home now, i’ll see you tomorrow girl.” i said faintly.

“okay please be safe and don’t run into trouble, these streets are dangerous at sunset.” says Emma cautiously.

i rush down the stairs, out the door making my way home. as i’m walking home i reminisce about all the nights we would walk to my house together during sunset. i began to cry and cry and i almost lose vision and balance, i continue to make my way when suddenly a car pulls closer to me slowing down to my walking pace. i try to pick up my speed but i then analyze who’s driving.

“oh my gosh.. not jason.. are you fucking kidding me? during the worse time ever..” i said in my thoughts.

“y/n??” jason shouts worried.

“what the fuck do you want now? you still wanna torment me like you’ve did me for all my high school years?” i yelled in aggravation.

“could you calm down? i didn’t notice it was you until you looked toward me. i see that you’ve been crying why don’t you tell me what’s wrong” as he slightly pulls over after slowly tracking my pace with his corvette. “how about you get in and talk to me pretty” he says softly.

“out of all people jason, why would i tell you anything about what’s going on, your crazy!” as i approached his passenger side window “i mean all this time you’ve just been nothing but an asshole to me and you think i’d get in your car and tell you anything??” i sucked my teeth and walked toward the side walk again.

“come on, y/n i care about you. look at you, you’re a crying mess right now, not to mention it’s night time and it isn’t safe to be roaming alone crying in this neighborhood.” he adds concerned. “just get in and talk to me, i wanna take you home safe”

and sure enough, i got into that man’s car. someone who has hated me for all these years and i took his word and trusted him once again..

“so tell me what’s wrong pretty girl” jason smirks.

“jason stop calling me that please. its really annoying and it’s not the time for that.” i said giving him the death stare.

“you know i use to call you that when i wanted to tease you, you don’t remember?” he smiled.

“i do remember but do you think i care?? are you taking me home or what” as i crossed my arms together.

“yeah whatever, so what’s wrong girl?” he asks.

“it’s just me and my boyfriend ended after 3 years and im not sure why, maybe i was never enough” i let out peacefully.

jason began to hide a grin behind his long faded curly hair enough for me to notice it. i noticed he wasn’t attempting to say anything rather than to hold in a laugh.

“jason what’s so funny? see this is why i didn’t wanna explain this stuff to you if your gonna just take me as a joke” i say in irritation.

“i’m laughing because you should have saw this coming. he was no good for you since high school and i’ve told you this, haven’t i?” he smirks.

“jason did you really think regardless that even if you told me i would have cared to listen. you are just as bad.” i said.

“he’s just an asshole. i gave you tough love” jason explains.

“if hes just an asshole, then what are you?? like i said, you are just as bad and i shouldn’t even be in your car right now..” i put out.

moments go by still traveling on the way to my house. suddenly i feel a warmth against my thigh. a touch that went slowly up against me. i look down and see that his hands were there. i slap them away but he continues to still rub up against me.

“jason stop..” as i look at him while he’s grinning again “both hands on the wheel idiot” trying to slap away again.

i felt this feeling inside of me. almost like a knot wanting more of that touch. i loved it and i craved more as he took his hand away slowly leaving my panties wet. i needed more but did not know how to express it because i hated him, but at the same time had a soft spot for him.

“jason can i ask you something?” as i stare toward him in confusion.

“sure go on pretty” he says teasingly.

“i was curious to know if you liked me..” i say in doubt.

“of course not” he bluffs.

he was doing that smirk again which always indicate that he was just bluffing. i knew he had feelings for me.. maybe the way he treated me meant that he liked me but didn’t know how to tell me because he was so cold hearted.. i mean i’ve seen him date girls.. kind of made me jealous but those only lasted a week or two haha.

“jason don’t lie to me” as my gaze gets deeper into his side profile.

he starts to feel nervous about it not wanting to show any admission of his feelings for me.

“so we are here y/n” he says warmly.

“do you wanna stay the night jason, i don’t really wanna be alone.” as i stared at jason with the eyes that gets them all.

“fine.. how could i say no” he says shyly.

“oh my god yay! i mean ew..” i cower.

i direct him into the house and show him around, showing him all his sleeping options.

“here’s the guest room, or you can have the couch.” i smile while swaying.

“how about we share the bed tonight, i mean you did say you didn’t wanna be alone right?”

he said.

he knows exactly what he’s doing to me and it’s working.

“i didn’t really mean it like that but okay.. well here’s my room but you can sleep on the right side, i don’t sleep on that side.”

“wow such a pretty room for a pretty girl like you” he says confidently.

“mhmm” i blushed almost melting apart at the little compliments admiring his smile.

moments later..

the room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a lamp in the corner, casting soft shadows across the space. jason was sitting on the bed beside me, close enough that i could feel the heat radiating from him, but not touching. there was a quiet tension in the air, like we were both waiting for something to happen but neither of us wanted to rush it.

i glanced at him, and our eyes met. his were intense, but there was something so calm in them too, something that made my heart beat a little faster. we didn’t speak at first, just sat there, taking in the silence between us, and it felt like everything in the world had slowed down.

i shifted closer, our legs brushing lightly, and i could feel the spark that passed between us. he didn’t pull away. instead, he moved his hand slowly towards mine, fingers brushing against my skin in a tentative, almost shy way. my breath hitched, but i didn’t pull back either. i let him take my hand, our fingers intertwining naturally, like it was something we had both been waiting for.

“are you sure?” his voice was low, soft, almost like he was afraid to break the moment. i could hear the uncertainty in his tone, but it wasn’t about what he wanted it was more about making sure i felt the same.

i nodded, my voice barely a whisper. “yeah, i’m sure.”

without saying another word, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, soft and slow at first, like he was testing the waters. i kissed him back, the touch of his lips sending a rush of warmth through me, melting away the last of my hesitation. his hand moved to the back of my neck, gently guiding me closer as the kiss deepened. it wasn’t hurried, just… right.

i felt the weight of his body shift as he leaned over me, his lips never leaving mine. the kiss was all consuming, but there was this tenderness to it that made me feel safe, like he was more focused on the way i was responding than on anything else. his hands gently cupped my face, and i felt like i was the only thing that mattered in that moment.

he pulled away just enough to look at me, his breath shallow, eyes searching mine for something. i couldn’t tell if he was asking permission or just making sure i was still there with him. i was. so there.

“are you okay?” he asked softly, his thumb brushing over my cheek, wiping away a tear i hadn’t realized had fallen. i nodded again, my lips trembling slightly.

“more than okay,” i whispered back.

with that, he kissed me again, deeper this time, his hands moving with more confidence. i could feel his hands tracing my shape lifting my night gown revealing my lingerie.

“your so perfect. you know i do like you, i couldn’t help but treat you the way i did because i couldn’t express how i felt, i was jealous of all the times you’ve caught those guy’s attention, so i lashed out. i’m so sorry pretty, i’ve always wanted you. i’ve always loved and cared about you, just couldn’t show it” he said shyly.

“i figured, i forgive you and i guess you could say i felt the same way but the way you treated me never brought me to tell you..” i added.

“i love you y/n.” as he leaned in for another kiss to consume you.

he goes down on me and pulls down my panties “can i?” he asks.

“yes you can. do what you like, do what you know that’s gonna make me feel good” you whisper.

he attacks, wrapping his whole mouth around my area making me grip the sheets. this feeling i’ve been wanting to feel, especially from him. i loved every bit of it, tugging at his hair for more of his pressure.

“yes jason right there baby, keep going pleas-“

i gasp.

he picks up his tongue speed making my mind go in circles, melting into the arms supporting my posture while he eats me endlessly. he sure does do it better than my ex, which makes me wanna crave him more.

“gosh jason that feels so good baby..” as i hear lip smacking and giggling beneath my area. i look down at him smiling, begging him for more.

“jason why did you stop! i was so close” i cried out.

“you’re so cute and dirty. this is what you enjoy especially after a breakup, freaky girl” jason giggles.

“oh jason shut up and keep going” i wail.

“oh so now we wanna get aggressive hm, how about you beg for that release.” he smirks.

“jason don’t do this to me! i need it, i need you please. please let me have it” i cry.

“you need it? you need me??” jason laughs.

“yes.. i need it, i fucking need your touch. i want you to make me feel good.. please..” i beg.

suddenly he goes back to completely attacking my area making me grip onto his hair climbing closer and closer to my release.

“fuhhh- jason im gonna cum!” i yell.

he continues to eat letting me chase my release. soon enough i exploded, all my juices covering his lips trying to catch my breath.

“jason that was so good.. how do you know how to do that.” i ask breathless.

“don’t worry about it, just know i do it better than your ex.” he says arrogantly.

his body falls beside me as he holds me close, comforting me kissing my head.

“are you better now?” he asked.

“i guess so, you’re still an asshole though” i say playfully.

“who’s the real asshole, me or your ex?” he questioned

“shut up about him already im over it” i said.

“i bet you are after that good time.” he says conceitedly.

i roll my eyes at him and turn over to his face and kiss him, “i love you jason.. and i don’t know if this is too soon but i want you to be mine.”

“you are mine pretty but if you wanna make that official, i think it’s better for you to heal first.” he smiled

“i guess you’re right, smart jason..” i said in annoyance.

[kirksfangrl]

Metallica’s 1982 Promo Shoot, shot at Ron McGovneys house in Norwalk, CA

lars looks like a little kid compared to them 😭

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GET HIM JASON

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the Metallimansion! :3

[kirksfangrl]

jason x reader, fluff. cute and simple.

please please send requests im out of ideas and im intrigued to see what any of you would like to see me write <3

Between the Basslines… 1992

The hum of the road beneath the car was steady and hypnotic, the faint echoes of Metallica's recent concert still ringing in my ears. It was late, the highway nearly empty, and the only light came from the moon above and the dashboard glow inside Jason’s vintage convertible. He had insisted on driving me back to my hotel himself after the tour stop, the night air whipping through my hair as the car cut through the silence.

Jason, still buzzing with post-show energy, glanced over at me, his smile soft and full of affection.

"What did you think of the show?" he asked, his voice warm despite the rasp of exhaustion.

“You killed it, as always,” I replied, turning toward him. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled made my heart flutter.

“The bass solo was insane. You had the crowd eating out of your hand.”

He chuckled, one hand gripping the wheel while the other reached over to rest on my knee. The gesture was casual, but the warmth of his palm sent a shiver up my spine.

“Coming from you, that means a lot,” he said, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone.

We had been dancing around this connection for months, playful banter, lingering touches, and stolen moments in the chaos of the tour. Tonight, though, the air between us felt different. Charged.

As the highway stretched on, Jason slowed the car, pulling off onto a quiet overlook. The view of the city lights twinkled below, but I barely noticed. He shifted the car into park and turned toward me, his gaze soft but intense.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Before I could respond, he leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that was both tender and electrifying. The world outside the car melted away as the kiss deepened, his hand cupping my cheek while his thumb brushed my skin.

When we finally pulled back, breathless, I rested my forehead against his, a quiet laugh escaping me.

“I guess you’re full of surprises tonight,” I teased.

Jason grinned, his confidence shining through.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

We stayed there, wrapped in the moment, letting the intimacy and connection linger as the night stretched on. It wasn’t about the fame or the music, it was about the undeniable spark that had been building between us. For now, the rest of the world could wait.

Jason insisted on driving me back to his place instead of dropping me off at my hotel. His excitement was contagious as he described the home he had recently purchased a quiet haven away from the chaos of touring life.

The drive wound through tree lined roads until we arrived at a cozy, mid century house tucked away in a peaceful neighborhood. Jason jumped out of the car, jogging around to open my door with a grin.

"Welcome to my humble abode," he said, sweeping his arm dramatically as he led me inside.

The interior was warm and inviting, a mix of modern and personal touches, band posters, framed photos, and guitars leaned casually against the walls. It was so distinctly him, and I couldn’t help but smile as I took it all in.

“I didn’t take you for the decorating type,” I teased, running a finger along the edge of a vinyl record propped on a shelf.

Jason chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Most of this was the decorator’s idea, but the music stuff? That’s all me.”

I wandered over to the living room, where a large, plush couch sat in front of a coffee table littered with sheet music. He followed close behind, his hands sliding gently to my waist as he leaned down to speak near my ear.

“I’ve been wanting to share this place with someone who gets me,” he said, his voice low and sincere.

I turned to face him, feeling a mix of emotions excitement, nervousness, and a growing sense of belonging. I reached up, brushing a strand of hair from his face.

“It’s perfect, Jason. Just like this moment.”

The tension that had been building between us came to a head as he leaned in again, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that was both familiar and electrifying. The warmth of his arms around me felt like home, and as the kiss deepened, the rest of the world faded away. Somehow, we found ourselves sprawled on the couch, laughter mixing with soft kisses as we shared stories and dreams, losing track of time. Jason’s fingers traced lazy patterns along my arm, his gaze locked on mine.

“Stay,” he said suddenly, his tone more vulnerable than I’d ever heard. “I mean it. I don’t want this night to end.”

My heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his eyes undeniable. “I don’t either,” I admitted, leaning in to kiss him once more. That night, the house became more than just a structure it became a shared space for the two of us, the beginning of something neither of us had dared to imagine before. The road ahead might be uncertain, but in that moment, I was exactly where I was meant to be, with him.

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He cures my depression everytime I look at him😣

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will forever love this clip

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introduction since i haven’t, just wanna share some thing’s before i began my journey.

my name is jamie, she/her, im 19.. i use to write a lot before so i thought i would wanna create a tumblr and share it with you all. i will literally write anything you request but it depends. here is stuff im leaning to write for and will not write for.

i will write:

mainly metallica

deftones

nirvana

korn

guns n roses

i love a 80s dave navarro

dave mustaine

alice in chains

etc

i will not write:

ddlg or mdlb/age play.. ew… pls no minor/adult or minor/minor this is a 18+ blog

will not be writing smut on deceased people.. fluff is fine

no scat or piss.. ew

basically that’s all for now. lmk what else i should add here <3