#james kirk x you

[crazyk-imagine]

The Doctor’s Friend

Pairing: James T. Kirk x Fem!reader, Leonard “Bones” McCoy x Fem!reader (platonic)

Characters: James T. Kirk, Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Fem!reader, Daisy and Sandy (Reader's old roommates) Warnings: This has been in my drafts for a bit, it makes no sense and doesn’t at the same time, Kirk is dumb but nice, he tries honestly, Bones’ wants his bestie to work with him, we bring up Kirk’s whore past, Kirk could have been a lot worse, this is so bad it’s good Word Count: 834

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You roll your eyes, knowing why he (the he being your oldest friend [and idiot] Leonard) didn't tell you who it was that called you aboard. "Seriously?!" You spin around to face him. "You couldn't tell me who it was that wanted me to join his crew?" 

James interrupts, quite literally stepping in between the two of you. He smiles while doing so, lowering his hand as he stands in front of you. 

You shake your head, "no." 

"Why?” He sounds offended (which would have made you laugh; had you not been pissed off). “I haven't even said anything." 

You turn around, walking forward. "It's better that way." 

"Do you know who I am or something?" 

You nod. "Or something. Now, go away. And don’t talk to me, Leonard." 

James glances back over at his friend. 

The doctor rolls his eyes and gestures for the captain to follow after you. 

He jogs towards you, holding his hands so you don’t run into him and to prevent you from running away. "So, you said we kind of know each other.” 

Your expression doesn’t change. 

“Oh," he sucks air in between his teeth. "Did we-" 

"Bye." You spin around him and walk away, regretting everything that lead up to you officially talking to the idiotic captain. 

"Hey- hey. Wait!" He runs to follow you. 

"Nope." 

He holds his hands in front of him, stopping you from moving (again). “We’re going to talk about why you hate me so much so I can hopefully persuade you into joining my crew because let’s face it. If Bones is saying you’re good, then I gotta say. I kind of believe him and want you to join.” 

You sigh, “you’re the reason I couldn’t graduate with everyone else.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Not the mention the fact that you slept with my roommates and broke their hearts.” 

“Okay, okay. I’m going to need to stop you right there so you can explain to me everything I’ve,” he sighs, shoulders sagging low. “Messed up so bad to make you hate me.” 

“You decided to run through the court one day and bumped into me, ruining my project that was worth- that part’s not important.” 

His eyebrows jerk up at your comment. 

“The point is, you ruined my project, and I wasn’t able to do anything about it because the professor didn’t care. His words actually were, “not my problem” and I failed the class so, thank you for that.” 

“That part I get, which I am sorry for but- uh- why do you hate me about my past with your roommates?” 

“You gave them the “night of their lives” and they wanted more. I mean, that was before you went from Daisy to Sandy. They hated each other for weeks and they kept moaning and groaning about it to me.” You whine. 

He covers his mouth to keep him from laughing. 

“Don’t snicker.” 

“I’m not,” he argues. 

“You are. See this is why I never wanted to talk to you, you don’t take these things seriously.” You take a step forward. 

He stops you once again. “No, look. I am, I really am sorry, but you haven’t spoken to your roommates since graduation, right?” 

“No.” 

“And, needing another semester or a year, made you want to do even better so you could show people how smart you are.” 

You shrug, ignoring his gaze. “I guess.” 

“What I’m hearing is, me coming into your life, was a little bit of a good thing.” 

“Yeah, no. I can’t do this.” 

He takes note of the small crack of a smile that clearly wants to tug at the corner of your lips. “I think you can. I think, I’m rubbing off on you.” 

“That’s not true.” 

“See,” he points the clear smile stretching across your lips. “That right there, tells me you like me. Maybe you could even get used to me enough to come aboard, work with my crew and I?” 

You take a deep breath and stop. 

He bumps into a passer byer, quickly offering an apology. 

“I will… go against every fiber in my body and say…” 

“Yes?” 

“I agree to work with your crew.” 

“And me?” 

“Don’t push it.” 

“Okay.” 

You two walk back towards the doctor (who thanks all and any god that answered his prayers). “How about we go on an “I’m sorry I ruined your life but actually made it better” date?” 

“Don’t push it,” you say and run towards Leonard. 

“Glad to see you two didn’t kill each other.” 

“Shut up.” 

“Now can we go get that drink? I need it after watching you two, do whatever that was.” 

You narrow your eyes at him and elbow him. 

He huffs and bends forward, holding his side. 

James stands beside him and smiles. “I’m happy you told me to come with you today.” 

The doctor groans and smacks his captain’s arm. “Don’t even think about it.” 

“I’m not.” 

Leonard shakes his head and walks away. ‘Like I believe that.’

[computed-dear]

I don't even know what to say

Jim is like Spock is doing intense mind stuff let me stare intensely to be part of it and then act like I don't love him or whatever

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Give em the ole razzle dazzle

[saudrag]

making amends

[vildo]

Remember the look Kirk gave Spock when he found out about Leila?

and how he stared her down LIKE THIS afterwards

Since they didn’t specify why Kirk was the only one immune to spores, I’m gonna take it so far as to say it had no effect on him because he was so mad at Spock about this

[onwhatcaptain]

I made this spirk-specific reaction photo of guy crying at table for everyone because I felt we didn't have enough pictures to express the absolute anguish these two cause us.

Please feel free to use it anywhere if it speaks to you! The original it was based on is below.

[your-name-is-jim]

Spock.

[eldar-of-zemlya]

Spock discovers freckles.

[metallicames]

He's so FUCKING HOT in every-single-damn era !!!!!

😵‍💫😱🤪🫨🫠🤤🥹😪

[mustainegf]

Beach Episodeee- basically you start playing volleyball with the metallica boys but they all are lowkey staring at your body and getting horny and you notice...you can choose whoever you wanna do this with, or could do something similar to that valentines day one where the audience chooses who they wanna be with!

Photo for ref

Love you Elena!!!💗

YESSS DUDE I LOVE THESE ONES WITH THE CHOICES

𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 ¹⁹⁸⁵

The sun was barely cresting, a golden glow along the beach by the time we rolled in with Cliff's old, beat up car. The saline freshness in the air and the waves crashing against the beach always comforted me. It was one of those perfect summer days, and there I was with my favorite people in the world. James, Cliff, Kirk, and Lars.

Since weeks ago we had been planning on catching time at the beach. Now that we were here, I just couldn't wait to kick back and relax a little, to enjoy some fun.

Finally, we found somewhere on the sand, and so I stepped down to my swimsuit. Nothing too fancy, a black bikini did the trick for me, at least it made me like what I saw. And I could feel their eyes on me as I took my shorts off and let them drop into the dust. I glanced up to see James watching, a suggestive look on his face, almost flustered.

He glanced away immediately when he realized that I had seen him, but with the smirk on his face, telling me that he was really not sorry.

"Nice suit," Cliff laid his towel down carelessly next to mine as he unfolded it. He was so calm, but those eyes sort of petted me, and my stomach flipped.

“Thanks,” I said, my cheeks clearly heating up. Not that they weren't ogling before but today for some reason it seemed a lot more obvious.

He started putting up the volleyball net a few feet from us. His look even flickered in my direction time and time again, softer, almost shy in a way, as he looked at me with something that just made warm creep into my cheeks.

Not so much Lars, he didn't even try. Literally, he didn't try to hide that his eyes were roving down my body with some kind of audacity that both made me want to laugh and roll my eyes.

"So you guys ready to lose?" I smiled, trying to let a little bit of tension out as I walked over to the net.

Yes, I felt their eyes on me, but I wasn't going to let that bother me. If anything, it was kind of fun knowing they were all looking. I could play along.

“Depends on what we’re playing for,” Lars shot back, winking at me as he tossed me the ball.

"Loser buys lunch?" I retorted, not so much enjoying the implication in his tone.

"How about a prize for the winner then?" he suggested, with a voice that could sometimes penetrate my bones. His eyes held a dare.

"And what prize would that be, exactly?" I said, cocking an eyebrow.

"Oh, I’m sure you know," James replied, but before I could answer, Cliff interjected.

"Alright, let's get this started," he rubbed his hands together, "Enough talking."

We ended up splitting into teams, with me and Cliff versus James, Kirk, and Lars. It wasn't exactly fair, but Cliff was the tallest, so it gave us a boost.

I had my eyes more on the boys as they kept glancing my way, watching my every move across the sand.

Every time I leaped to smack the ball, I could make out James ogling at me with those eyes. The same went for Lars, his eyes turned even more wicked, comments more daring, as we played on.

"Great spike." He beamed at me as I returned the ball to our side of the net, but his gaze was fixed upon my chest, not the ball.

"Pay attention to the game, Lars," I shot back, though I couldn't help the grin that pulled at my lips.

Not even Kirk, always so upright with things, appeared immune to being carried away by it. And even when the ball came flying near him, he missed, his eyes otherwise occupied tracking me through the sand.

"Sorry," he mumbled, his face flushed, running off to get the ball with a stupid smile on his face.

The time we finished the game, my heart was pacing and it wasn't just from how active I was. When we fell down into the sand from laughing, out of breath, I couldn't help but notice the way they looked at me, as if I were the only thing that mattered in this world.

We spread out on the beach and sprawled out, laying upon the beach with cold drinks. The sun was lower now, early evening rays warming our skin. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel their gaze upon me, their attention making my skin tingle with eyes so closed.

"Having fun?" Kirk asked, his shy voice obviously trying to be as confident as possible.

"Yeah," I answered, smiling up at the guitarist. Kirk’s eyes flicking down to my lips, then back up to my eyes.

Cliff, who was lying on his towel next to me, leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You know, you’re driving them all crazy.” The smile upon his lips belied it, but in his eyes, very serious, burnt a different narrative.

"Am I?" I managed out.

"Yeah," he said, and his voice dropped. "But I can't say I blame them."

I swallowed hard as his words settled. I knew what they all wanted, and it had turned me on. Yet I knew I had to make a decision.

I couldn't keep them all hanging like this. It was kind of a game, who was going to test the water and jump in first?

The only question: who would it be?

Now the sun had finally begun to set for no good reason at all, painting a soft orange sheen on the beach. Now I stood a few feet from them, the guys seated on the sand, now laughing and talking easy with each other.

Who do I choose?

[spirkbitch]

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

No Nut November

A/n: Did anyone ask for this? No, will I still rewrite this because I didn't like this the first time and came up with what I think is a better trope? Yes. I only meant to make Guns N' Roses and I panicked when people asked for Metallica but I don't want to come out bad so I hope people like this version better than the first :'3

Link to the original

Kirk Lars James Cliff

Metallica was making a new album but they'd barely worked on it at all and it was getting closer and closer to the date they'd set for it to come out, normally they'd just push it back but they'd already done that twice.

Their manager decided to stick them in a house together, thinking if they didn't have a moment apart they'd actually get work done.

You were their managers daughter and were definitely a fan, when you heard he would be moving in with them you had to come up with an excuse to move with him, you knew he couldn't say no to you with a good enough reason.

You were going to University and you said since it was almost summer break you wanted to visit him so you'd be coming down once school was out.

He hesitated, not wanting your summer to be spent in such an environment, but eventually let you because he'd found a place where you could have your own room. He wanted to let you have your privacy.

You couldn't be more thrilled.

And so, you packed up your clothes and some other essentials, said goodbye to your roommates, you had a flat off campus, and made a quick road trip down to L.A. where your dad was staying with the one and only Metallica.

Your dad welcomed you with open arms and gave you a tour of the house, showing you to your room so you could drop your bags before he introduced you to the guys.

They were all sitting in the living room in the back of the house, there was a wall of windows with a matching glass door leading out to the backyard, a beautiful green lawn with an underground pool all of it fenced in and overlooking a cliff. It was gorgeous but you were more focused on the four men all ogling you as you came down the stairs with their manager.

"I thought you said you were bringing your daughter?" The short one asked, you of course knew him as Lars Ulrich, the drummer.

You dad nodded. "Yeah, this is my daughter, Y/n." He said, gesturing to you. You gave a small wave, biting your lip to prevent the ear to ear grin that was waiting to break out.

"By daughter you meant, like, grown woman?" The blond, James, asked.

"Yeah, it's summer vacation and she wanted to spend some time with dad before she had to go back to University." He explained. They all took in his words, exchanging whispers.

The phone rang, a landline on a table not far from you. Your dad answered it, uttering a few words before he set it down. "Right, I gotta go, all of you be nice." He said, giving you a quick hug and apologizing for having to leave so soon.

He left and you waved the boys goodbye before heading upstairs to unpack some more.

They waited until they heard your door close before they started talking. "Jesus, who would've guessed." Kirk asked, keeping his voice low just to be sure you couldn't hear.

"Who the fuck cares, what the hell do we do?" James asked, keeping his eyes on the stairs where you'd just gone.

"Fuck do you mean 'what do we do'? What do you think we do?" Lars whisper yelled, looking like he just wanted to slap him.

"We can't fuck the managers daughter." Cliff said, fumbling with his hands in his lap.

They kept discussing it, all agreeing that nothing could happen.

Then you came back downstairs in a bikini, holding a towel and a bottle of sunscreen, ready to sit by the pool. You didn't look at them as you walked past but you could feel all their eyes on you as you swayed your hips.

"Twenty bucks goes to whoever can last the longest." James blurted, still watching you through the windows as you rubbed sunscreen up your arms.

And thus the bet began, whoever could last the longest without giving into temptation got twenty bucks, the four men throwing down five dollars each.

[allmoshnobrain]

Hello, lovelies! 

I decided to try taking part in kinktober for the first time this year. The stories will be all reader inserts and mostly less than 2k words unless I get in the mood to write longer ones. I’m not sure I’ll be able to post every day, but I did come up with a 31 prompt/pairing list that I fully intend to finish even if it takes a while!

Fandoms featured: Metallica/Megadeth, Venom (band), Call of Duty, Supernatural, Naruto 

You can also participate in the writing list with my FREE SPACE dynamic. There are some free spaces for specific pairings and you can shoot me asks with suggestions for kinks and plots featuring them. I will choose one for each character featured to write!

(I may still write non featured requests outside of kinktober, though. And if I get no asks for any of the characters I’ll just choose something to write about them on my own lol).

Free spaces available: Sam Winchester (SPN), Jason Newsted (Metallica), Cap. John Price (COD), Kakashi Hatake (Naruto), Cronos (Venom) 

I will keep posting my other stories and requests like Valley of Roses if I write them, even with kinktober going on!

You can check the full list with characters and prompts for the month below:

Week 01: 10/01 to 10/05

10/01: Caught in the Act + Voyeurism | Jason Newsted x Reader x James Hetfield

10/02: Gun Play | Dean Winchester x Reader

10/03: Biting + Hickeys | Dave Mustaine x Reader

10/04: Sex Toys + Public | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

10/05: Blindfold + Group Sex | 90’s Metallica x Reader

Week 02: 10/06 to 10/12

10/06: FREE SPACE | Cronos (Venom) x Reader

10/07: Edging | Kirk Hammett x Reader

10/08: Mirror Sex | Cronos (Venom) x Reader

10/09: Breeding Kink | Kakashi Hatake x Reader

10/10: Size Kink + Gentle Dom | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

10/11: Dacryphilia + Spanking | James Hetfield x Reader

10/12: FREE SPACE | Jason Newsted x Reader

Week 03: 10/13 to 10/19

10/13: Cockwarming + Begging | Dave Mustaine x Reader

10/14: Degradation + Angry Sex | Dave Mustaine x Reader

10/15: Phone Sex | Lars Ulrich x Reader

10/16: Public Sex | Cap. Price x Reader

10/17: Choking | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

10/18: FREE SPACE | Cap. Price x Reader

10/19: Praise Kink + Daddy Kink | James Hetfield x Reader

Week 04: 10/20 to 10/26

10/20: Aftercare | Cliff Burton x Reader

10/21: Masked Kink | Kakashi Hatake x Reader

10/22: Car Sex | Cliff Burton x Reader

10/23: Filming + Threesome | Lars Ulrich x Reader x Kirk Hammett

10/24: FREE SPACE | Kakashi Hatake x Reader

10/25: Bondage | Lars Ulrich x Reader

10/26: Thigh Riding + Handjob |  Dean Winchester x Reader

Week 05: 10/27 to 10/31

10/27: Virginity Loss | Sam Winchester x Reader

10/28: Friends with Benefits + Keeping quiet | Jason Newsted x Reader

10/29: Period Sex | Kirk Hammett x Reader

10/30: FREE SPACE | Sam Winchester x Reader

10/31: Halloween Special: Sex Pollen + Fuck or Die | Dean Winchester x Reader

[reincarnationoftheparty]

His he’s his legs he’s so legs long hands big veins he’s his arms big he’s so he’s so so so ughhhhhh 😩

[saudrag]

this movie felt like a fever dream. so much touching

[pyjamacryptid]

I haven’t watched strange new worlds yet but I have seen it all over tumblr and [bursts into the snw room, jumps onto the couch, huge smoothie in hand] YOU’RE TELLING ME THOSE LOSERS HELD H A N D S WHEN THEY FIRST MET?????????? … IN PUBLIC? who knew first contact got an encore