#kirk hammett smut

[ghostbustting]

hey. *sneaks in a quick Kirk fic*

╰┈➤“𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮

𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻„ ๋࣭

Kirk Hammett x Reader

Contains Smut and slight Somnophilia

I could hear birds chirping outside, a melody that usually greets me in the morning. My face scrunches up as I feel a sense of heat on my face, coming from the rays of morning sunlight that sneakily peeks through my curtains, blinding my vision as my eyes slowly flutter open.

Although my eyelids were finally lifted, my vision was still blurry and my mind wasn’t completely awake.

I could barely even remember what had happened last night, all I remember was coming back from the bar, half drunk, with Kirk, then passing out on our comfortable bed with him cuddled in my arms, tiredness was all that we feel.

The awaken state I’m in slowly gets to me as I begin to rub my eyes, trying to see the morning much more clearly, a small yawn leaving my lips.

Somehow, with that yawn, came another noise right after it. A small whimper from the back of my throat that I wasn’t conscious enough to let out on purpose.

Only then did I feel something warm and wet rubbing against my panties down there under the sheets that cover up all of my body. It took me awhile to get fully conscious to feel the ticklish hair against my thighs, or more specifically, between my thighs.

Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, I throw the sheets off my body and find long locks of curly black hair between my thighs, a pair of pretty dark brown eyes looking up at me, tongue out and pressed against my clothed pussy.

My eyes widened, ”Kirk..? God, it’s 6 in the morning..” I grunted, rubbing my eyes as I sit up, only for my thighs to be held back by Kirk, him pulling me back down on the bed.

”5 in the morning, actually.” He corrected me with that crooked teethed grin.

I roll my eyes and try to grab his hands, to which he swatted mine away and huff, “C’monn! You don’t even have to do anything! Just— Just sit and be pretty. Pleasee?” He lay his head on my right thigh, lips slightly puckering out to press a peck on my skin.

Those dark brown eyes of his were staring up at me in the most precious way. His intentions were dirty, but the way he looked was way too cute to reject him.

After all, he had already make me wet in my sleep, my panties soaked with a mix of his saliva and my own juices.

But even if I try to mask it, he knew I was way too weak for him.

I rolled my eyes with a long sigh, "Fine."

Not even in a second, he quickly ripped my panties away from my once covered pussy, making me yelp in surprise and annoyance. "Shh. Just a panties." He shushed me.

Then, he proceeds to attach his lips onto my folds, tongue darting out to lap on my pussy like a hungry animal, sucking on me like I was a droplet of water he found in the middle of a desert.

I gasp and reach down to grab onto his hair, my fingers clutching onto those curly locks of his, pulling them every now and then while his lips makes out with my slick pussy.

His mouth went to my clit, sucking harshly on it. The sensation made me moaned and arch my back, the tug my fingers did on his hair made him grunt against my heat, the sound vibrating up into me.

"S-shit.." I whimpered out, desperately pushing his mouth against my pussy even more, my hips slowly grinding against his face while his tongue darts out yet again.

My legs were shaking, I cannot even utter out a word through my never ending moans, the only times a word would ever leave my lips successfully were either a moan of his name or a curse.

Suddenly, I could feel his tongue sliding up and down my folds, entering my hole as slowly as ever. I gasped yet again, my breathing became heavy as my chest rise up and down non stop, his mouth taking all the breath away from me down there.

"Kirk.. fuck fuck.." I mutter out, my legs moving to be placed over his shoulders while he eats me out.

He knew what he was doing too much, cause then I feel his thumb on my clit, rubbing harsh circles on it and encouraging the knot in my stomach to form and tighten.

Both of my eyes rolled to the back of my head, a louder moan leaving my lips. I wish my neighbors and the singing birdies out my windows a lovely morning, while I have my own sinful morning.

"Fuck— Fuck, I'm close.."

Small whines of curses never stopped coming out of me while I was getting more and more closer to my release.

With one last suck of my pussy from him, I moaned loudly while the knot in my stomach snapped, my release came gushing out of me and into Kirk's mouth, him sucking all the juices up desperately.

As I took deep breaths, I look down to see Kirk looking back up at me, that same crooked grin on his face as he licks up the juices left on his lips.

"Tasty. Real tasty. I'd give you a 5 star rating." He nods and press a kiss on my thigh, making me squirm just a little, senstive from my previous release.

I roll my eyes, huffing as I stroke his hair, "You little bastard."

He laughed, causing a small flutter on my stomach. I always loved his laugh, finding it cute. "Hey, gotta get my morning treat, right?" He winked.

"Whatever. Get off me." I scoffed and try to sit up before he yet again push me back down.

He tuts at me and shook his head, "Ah-ah. I'm still thirsty. Dehydration, you know?" He say with a playful tone.

Before I know it, his lips were back on my pussy, already sucking hard and lapping up and down my folds yet again. My breath hitched and as predicted, I can't help but give in to him.

I always give in to him.

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

Metallica Masterlist

⭒ James Hetfield ⭒ Requests (open)

Playtime (16+) ˚ (suggestive, bondage contemplation, ambiguous ending)

Play Me (18+) ˚ (phone sex, partial long-distance relationship, ambiguous ending)

Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with jason, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)

Summon Me (18+) It Will Come Back (18+) ˚ (demon!james, dorm sex, oral sex while standing/carrying receiver, fingering, minor blood play, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, ambiguous/happy ending)

Deprivation (18+) ˚ (breath play, hotel sex, happy ending)

Sunny Side Up (18+) ˚ (morning sex, kitchen sex, creampie, happy ending)

Missus Eat Pavement (18+) Mister Meet Gravel (18+) ˚ (rockstar!james, smalltown!reader, oral sex, ambiguous ending)

Desert Hills Motel (18+) ˚ (traveling!james, smalltown!reader, hotel sex, happy ending)

Add One More ˚ (domestic fluff, partial angst, happy ending)

Leap Of Faith (18+) ˚ (angst, backstage sex, rough sex, happy ending)

After Afterparty (18+) ˚ (fluff, hotel sex, shower sex, long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Hell's Angel (18+) ˚ (hellsangels!au, angst, violence, sex on top of a desk, drug use, happy ending)

Backseat Paradise (18+) ˚ (car sex, light angst, fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Counterproductive Tendencies (multi-chapter, 18+) ˚ part one, part two, part three, part four (fluff, smut, angst, drug use, alcoholism, semi-public sex, oral sex) ⭒ ongoing series

Needy Little Fucking Thing (18+) ˚ (softdom!james, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

(Un)Still Shots (18+) ˚ (semi-public sex, sexually explicit photography, breath play, fingering, dry humping, happy ending)

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, oral sex, semi-public sex, fingering, bondage, phone sex, mutual masturbation, creampie, happy ending)

Backstage Birthday Pass (18+) ˚ (birthday surprise, fluff, smut, oral sex, fingering, dressing room sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Kirk Hammett

A Nightmare On Elm Street ˚ (fluff, slightly suggestive, happy ending)

Scream (18+) ˚ (couch sex, rough sex, horror movie elements, happy ending)

Unwind Me (18+) ˚ (fluff, backstage sex, happy ending)

Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with jason, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, oral sex, mutual masturbation, public sex, cumshot, bondage, sex tape, roleplay, voyeurism, happy ending)

Pages Deep (18+) ˚ (fluff, smut, mutual masturbation, fingering, partial edging, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

Blood Is Pretty (18+) Don't Ya (18+) ˚ (blood fixation, blood sharing, guided masturbation, thigh riding, oral sex, sixty-nine, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Jason Newsted

Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with james, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)

Extended Cut (18+) ˚ (submissive!jason, studio sex, oral sex, ambiguous ending)

Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with kirk, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, begging, bondage, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, sixty-nine, creampie, roleplaying, semi-public sex, voyeurism, vibrators, happy ending)

⭒ Lars Ulrich

Ride The Lightning (18+) ˚ (angst, rough sex, sex against drum set, happy ending)

Baseline (18+) ˚ (partial angst, fluff, oral sex, public sex in shower room, rough sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Cliff Burton

You Make Loving Fun ˚ (domestic fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Follow My Lead ˚ (fluff, surprise birthday party, happy ending)

⭒ Dave Mustaine

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, bondage, oral sex, sixty-nine, edging, hickeys, unprotected sex, creampie, masturbation, overstimulation, bdsm, voyeurism, vibrators, happy ending)

[nausicaamusiclover20]

First time-James Hetfield

Cockwarming-Dave Mustaine

Wax play-Kirk Hammett

Somnophilia-James Hetfield

Blindfold-James Hetfield

Knife Kink-Kirk Hammett

Aftercare-Kirk Hammett

Rough sex-Dave Mustaine

Sex Pollen-Lars Ulrich

Car Sex-Dave Mustaine

Daddy Kink-James Hetfield

Bondage Sex-Dave Mustaine

Bath Sex-Kirk Hammett

Stripping-James Hetfield

Lap dance-Dave Mustaine

[clem900]

100%

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 10: Hairpulling

A/n: Day 9 is coming, when I don't know because I have no idea what to write for food play with Axl

Warnings: Smut, soft + rough sex, hairpulling, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

Kirk was always sweet with you. You'd been dating for a few months, he definitely wasn't against fucking you, he was just gentle.

You didn't hate it, of course not, you loved how he was with you, but that didn't stop you from being... well, you.

Kirk had your hips in his lap, hands running up and down your sides as you lay back on the, rolling his hips to meet yours in slow, deep thrusts.

"You-you're so pretty." He purred, leaning down as you reached for him. He'd already made you cum twice, now twitching inside you as he held off on his own high.

The way his fingers danced in feather-light touches over your sweat-coated skin, sensitive and achy as he teased you.

Your arms wrapped around him, holding him close. "Kirk, please, faster... need it so bad..." You trailed, breathy moan falling from your lips.

"As you wish, my love." He mused, repositioning himself so he laid between your legs which you wrapped around him, pulling him closer.

He did just that, quickening his pace for you. His grunts and groans, soft moans even, fell onto your ears as he placed gentle kisses over your jaw and down your neck.

It wasn't much different to every other time you were together like this but it was just that little kick that had heat pooling in your core.

His hands rested on either side of your head, your hands moved over the expanse of his back, lightly clawing at his shoulders and accidently tugging on a few strands of his hair.

You heard a noise you'd never heard from him; a growl. Kirk, the one and only softy who had a real weird side to him, growled.

Wanting to test it out again, you reached for him, with more purpose this time. You grabbed a small handful of hair. "What-what are you-?" He was cut off by another gruff sound as you pulled on his hair. "Fuck, why would you do that?" He asked, voice much harsher than it ever had been with you.

"I-I wanted to see..." You said, breath airy. Your eyes fluttered as he continued to fuck you, movements getting faster and harsher as you tugged on his hair again. "Fuck me, Kirk." You moaned.

"I am, if you'd just stop-!" Again he was cut off by your pulling.

"Why, does it hurt?" You asked, only a little concerned.

"No, just-" He reached for your hand, holding it above your head. You just grabbed his hair in the other hand, causing a groan to rip from him, a particularly harsh snap of his hips sending jolts through you.

"Fine, you wanna play that?" He grumbled, continuing the movement, snapping his hips into yours as many times as you'd tug on his hair until the bedframe was rocking, knocking against the wall repeatedly.

Your back arched, replacing those soft moans Kirk was used to hearing from you he heard whines and cries of his name echoing off the walls, and all you did was tug his hair.

You would definitely have to do this again.

[iwantkirkhammett]

reader works at a comic book shop, kirk visits every now and then and they’ve been sharing glances… one day he comes by after closing and they fuck out the back 🤭🤭🤭

details beyond that are up to you but make it HOT HOT HOT

this is my first post guys bear with me plz

tw: smut, sex, oral (f receiving)!

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐

I sighed, groaning in annoyance as the night went on with my work shift. The night seemed to be dragging on and on, the clock ticking by so slow as customers occasionally came to buy a variety of comics and movies, sometimes music. Every time I heard the store door open, I perked up hoping it was this certain someone I had my eyes on for a while now, this certain someone going by Kirk Hammett. He came in once or twice a week, buying loads of monster collectibles, horror comics, lots of geeky nerdy stuff in general, but he had to be the most attractive man I ever met.

He was so handsome, long, dark curls going just past his shoulders, dark brown doe eyes that I couldn’t help but adore every time we had a conversation, he was so polite but also flirty and suggestive, and I had fallen head over heels for this man and he doesn’t even know me. We occasionally talked about our days when he would come during slower hours, talking about the progress of his band or how the work shift was going, but I couldn’t help but notice the tension and suggestive glances between us that became more apparent and intense every time Kirk came.

The night eventually finished up, a small feeling of sadness weighing on my shoulders while I locked the doors to finish up my closing duties, feeling disappointed I didn’t get to see the curly haired guitarist, especially considering this was my last shift for the week. I sighed, going around and fixing misplaced items, counting the register amongst other things before a soft tap at the glass was heard, and I looked up, my heart leaping as I saw the man I had been waiting for all night.

I knew I wasn’t supposed to do it, this was completely against protocol, letting a customer in after close, but how could I say no? I had to see him, even if just for a quick check out. I opened the door, and an amused smile appeared on Kirk’s face, I honestly melted at the sight.

“Damn sweetheart, thought you were never gonna let me in.” He teased, walking in and towering over me a bit, staring down at me with intense dark eyes. I smiled, getting a bit flustered, quickly rambling together a sentence. “Yeah…thought I could make an exception considering you’re one of our most loyal customers. I left a few comics towards the front that I think you’d like.” I said softly.

He looked down at me again after glancing at the counter, grabbing my chin and making me make eye contact with him. “Yeah? That’s so sweet of you…so thoughtful…” He mumbled, adoring into my gaze. “You know…what would you do if I told you I don’t just come here for the comics?” He said, his tone almost suggestive.

I gulped thickly, quickly getting flustered and struggling to form a response. “Th-The comics? Of course that’s what you come for haha, you’re here all the time-“, but he cut me off before I even finished, forcing me to maintain eye contact. “Nah, the comics are just a side perk. I just love coming so I can look at the pretty girl you are sweetheart, coming to talk to you.” He said, inching closer to my face. I gulped, desire already going between my legs, but I quickly forced that feeling away despite the butterflies going insane inside my stomach right now. “I feel the same way…” I blurted out flustered. “I get excited every time you come in, I even hope the customers are you…” I nervously admitted, and Kirk cocked up an eyebrow, a low chuckle escaping his throat.

“You know, you even get me all worked up…wearing that tight shirt with your fucking cleavage out…your shirt skirt that barely covers your ass, it’s like you’re just trying to tease me baby.” He said, pushing my hair out of my face. My heart rate quickened, gasping a bit as I heard the words leave his mouth. I started to melt at his touch, feeling his obvious hard on poke against my thigh, my legs shaky and panties already soaked with need. I thought for a moment, before suddenly speaking up and breaking the silence. “You know…I have a few comics in the back of the store I’ve been wanting to show you, exclusives.” I said with a smirk, immediately following with Kirk giving me a lustful and suggestive glance.

Then, before I knew it, he had me thrown on the table, pushing the comics off as he quickly pulled down my skirt, revealing the lacy thongs I wore and earning a hiss of satisfaction from Kirk. “God baby….you’re trying to kill me here…” He groaned out, reaching up to gently massage my clothed breast and earning a soft moan from me while Kirk admired the sight below him. He then tore my shirt off onto the floor, my bra following shortly after. He took a step back, adoring my body and the sight in front of him, his boner painfully obvious in his pants. God he was so big, and I haven’t even seen it yet.

He started by slowly nipping and kissing at my neck, softly playing with my nipples and sucking at them, leaving bruises and bites everywhere, before looking up at me and smirking against my neck. “I can feel how wet you already are sweetheart…I’ve barely even touched you, that needy for me huh?” He grumbled out, earning a soft and desperate whine from me as he slowly grazed against my clothed cunt. “K-Kirk…oh my god…please…” I whimpered out, so worked up I could barely even form sentences, it was almost embarrassing the control and power this man had over my body. He got down between my legs, pulling my panties off with his teeth and chuckling at the sight of my now completely exposed, dripping cunt.

“God…you’re gonna make me go fucking crazy sweetheart…” He tore his shirt off, now leaving him in just his black jeans and stared up at me. “C’mon…you know what to do sweet girl…” I bit my lip, whining a bit in frustration and groaning at his words. “Please Kirk….please just hurry…please just eat me out I wanna feel you please!” I desperately gasped out, earning a satisfied chuckle before he immediately dived between my legs, mercilessly licking and sucking at my aching cunt, slurping up all the juices and lapping and sucking at my clit.

I moaned loudly, arching my back and hips up into his mouth, gripping his thick curls tightly and earning a harsh hand forcing me back down, and the other hand suddenly plunging two fingers inside of me and curling, immediately moving at a quick and fast pace, the wet squelching sounds of my pussy filling the room. I moaned out even louder, squirming against his grip. “Kirk! H-Holy shit…!” I moaned, already in pure ecstasy from the few seconds of this mans tongue. I pulled and closed my legs thighs his head, and he chuckled, talking against my clit and sending a pleasurable amount of vibrations through me, pulling off. He grinned up at me with a face covered in my juices, licking his lips. “God…you taste so fucking good…driving me crazy you know that? So damn needy too.” He said, standing up and unbuckling his belt. “Turn around.” He demanded.

I quickly obeyed, flipping over with an overwhelming amount of need, arching my back and looking at him. “Please Kirk, please I need you so bad…” I whined, almost embarrassed for how desperate I was for this man’s cock. I quickly gasped in surprise as he snatched my wrists and tied them above my head with his belt, putting his shirt under my head as a makeshift pillow on the table.

“You gotta be specific baby, I don’t know what you need if you won’t tell me.” He teased, pulling his cock out of his boxers, and I turned around, mouth dropping in awe. He was so huge, a solid 9 inches, veiny and a perfect light tip at the end, already dripping with pre-cum. He gently rubbed it against my soaking wet cunt, hissing in pleasure before he repeated himself. “You gonna tell me what you want or do I gotta make you beg for it more?” He chuckled, positioning himself. I moaned out at the feeling of him against my clit, tears of pleasure welling up in my eyes. “Please Kirk! Please fuck me! Please!” I cried out, and was suddenly met with the plunging feeling of his cock, and immediately melted into the table, letting out a loud, satisfied moan. He slowly began at a steady pace, chuckling softly. “You’ve kept this to yourself all- oh fuck…all this time baby? You’re so fucking tight, so good…” He said, picking up his pace, still holding my wrists with his belt. I moaned loudly, gasping and rocking my hips against his pace, moaning even louder as he hit that one spot. “K-Kirk! Please! Faster oh-oh!! Ah!” I moaned out, and he let out a possessive growl and picked up the pace. He kept abusing that one sensitive spot inside me, and he groaned in pleasure as I clenched and tightened around him more and more.

“You-You’re so fucking pretty when you’re getting fucked you know that? T-Taking it all like such a good girl, taking all of this dick aren’t you? Such-such a pretty girl-Oh fuck!” He hissed in pleasure, squeezing my hips tightly as he pounded into me relentlessly.

I moaned in ecstasy, tears welling in my eyes and screaming and pleading in pleasure, rambling on moans and curses as he fucked me, a familiar knot forming in my stomach. “I’m close Kirk! I’m so close! Please! I’m gonna cum please go faster!” I begged, and was immediately met with a hand covering my mouth to suppress my moans.

“G-Gotta keep quiet baby…I know how good it feels but gotta keep it down before someone hears us yeah?” He groaned, picking up his already merciless pace. “You’re so close huh? Fuck I can feel it- fuck I’m close too baby…want me to cum inside? Fill you up?” He growled out, and I desperately nodded and kept moaning into his hand, my mascara running down my cheeks from the pleasure. “Kirk I’m cumming!” I moaned into his hand, finally my release as the familiar feeling of pleasure overwhelmed my body. Kirk groaned out. “Shit me too baby…I’m gonna fill you up so much-“ and he cut himself off, thick ropes of cum filling my insides as we both let out loud groans and moans, before he pulled out, admiring the thick cum pouring out of me and onto the table.

We both panted, enjoying the after glow before he gently untied my wrist, buckling up his jeans again, smirking down at me and helping me sit up. I let out a soft moan of satisfaction, my pussy still dripping and pulsating.

“Guess I should visit you more often, huh? Or maybe even invite you to one of my shows?” He chuckled, snatching my panties and shoving them in his pocket. “And these? These are a parting gift for me, sweetheart.” He said, kissing me and then finishing off our night.

[distorted59]

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

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

Hey! Can you just do any kind of ride the lightening era Kirk smut/fluff? Be creative! No presh! KirkxFem reader (Nothing like super kinky or anything yknow 😆)

omg yesss i haven’t wrote for kirk in so long i miss him :((((

summary: kirk wakes up from nightmares and you help calm him down by watching a movie, and he gets super touchy

warnings: smut, a little teasing, kind of subby!kirk but not rly, creampie, a little bit of biting, p in v

Burnin’ For You-kirk hammett

it was late. you had been watching movies for hours and hours after you and kirk went to bed. he had fallen asleep next to you a while ago, but you were still wide awake while Scarface played on the tv. suddenly, you felt kirk shift and instinctually looked down next to you where he was laying under the cover. he opened his eyes slowly, a worried frown on his face. you looked at him with sleepy eyes in concern, and softly placed a hand on his shoulder while he woke up.

“kirk? are you alright?” you asked in a soft whisper, eyebrows furrowed at the sight of him breathing heavily. it almost looked as though tears were forming.

“yeah… that was weird, i think i had a dream.” he spoke slowly while he calmed himself down and sat up in the bed. you pulled him closer to you.

“was it bad?”

“yeah… i don’t want to talk about it.”

“are you sure you’re okay?” the looked at you with sad brown eyes and nodded, half smiling. you nodded and hugged him, kissing his head. you stayed like that for a little while, the sound of the movie still playing quietly in the background.

“you think you’ll be able to go back to sleep?” you asked him. he hummed and nuzzled into your chest, hiding his face and causing you to giggle.

“i don’t wanna…” he muttered. you smiled and rubbed his back softly while he cuddled you. you ran your fingers through his soft curls soothingly. after a minute you had to move to be more comfortable, but noticed kirk moan softly as your leg accidentally brushed a little far up his own.

“kirk… is there something you want?” you asked rhetorically, starting to smile. he blushed and looked away from your eyes.

“yeah…” he wasn’t at all being up front about what he needed, and you could’ve teased him about it, but you decided to give him what he clearly wanted. you cupped his face in your hands and kissed his lips softly once, and then again more deeply. he propped himself up on his elbows, now hovering over you. you pulled him closer to you, still embracing him. kirk grew more needy and he started slowly running one hand down your torso, and unintentionally grinded down on you, causing you to moan into the kiss. he broke the kiss to ask if he could take your clothes off, to which you told him yes. he started with your top, you helped him get it over your head. he hummed softly at the sight of your exposed tits, carefully tracing his hand down the side of your body before kissing your collarbone down to your chest. you giggled and moaned as he softly bit down your torso, before reaching the hem of your shorts. he pulled off your shorts and panties in one go, kissing above your pussy. he kissed his way back up to your jaw and removed his own underwear, lining his hard and needy cock up to your slick lined slit, and slowly pushing into you. he threw his head back slightly as he bottomed out slowly. within a short few minutes, he was pistoning his hips into yours, desperate to get as much friction as he could. you let him get really close to the edge, which was indicated by the prettiest noises that fell from his plush lips as they got louder and louder.

“kirk… kirk…” you repeated in order to get his attention. he looked up, breathing heavily but not halting his movements. you mouthed to him to stop, which he obeyed but whined about.

“i’m glad to help you out, baby… but you have to make me come first.” you smirked and bit down on your lip teasingly, watching confusion glaze over his big brown eyes, he whined again. “you heard me.”

he grunted, instantly understanding what his new mission was. he reached one hand down, circling two slender fingers over your clit. he continued his thrusting at a slower pace than before, careful not to let himself go before his job was done. he winced louder every time your walls tightened, indicating you yourself were getting close. he started to lick, kiss and begin to bite down on your neck and collarbone, grunting with each thrust.

“i’m close baby, good job.” you praised through moans, starting to buck your hips back into his, meeting his thrusts. he whimpered while your walls tightened finally, both yours and kirk’s eyes rolling back into your heads. kirk’s moans echoed through the room as he came right after you, filling your already wet cunt with his own seed. he subsided, nearly collapsing next to you on the bed. you caught your breath before him, grabbing him to lay his head on your chest and carefully brushing away the hair that clung to his forehead by a thin layer of sweat.

“good boy, thank you kirky.” you nuzzled into his soft curls, planting kisses on his head.

“thank you.” he returned still out of breath, kissing your chest and running his hands down your sides, causing you to giggle.

[iheartkirkhammett]

he's so boyfriend it hurts

[mxtal-up-ur-ass]

SILLY THINGY 🗣️🗣️

guhhh daily photodumps of rockstars/idols until I get bored :3

DAY FOUR: Kirk Hammett from Metallica 😻

YALL DONT FW KIRK HAMMETT LIKE I DO. IMMA BE HONEST, HE STILL FINE IDGAF. (Also the Fortnite skin with the eyeshadow is so 😻😻😻)

[boundbyeclipse]

“does it make you nervous when i stare” WITH KIRK LORD PLEASE

hungry eyes

genre : smut

word count : 1982

tags : friend!kirk, female!reader, some swearing, rough!kirk, fingering, choking, cum swallowing, public sex, unprotected sex

from the prompt list : 1. “does it make you nervous when i stare?”

a/n : almost ended up with 2k words with this one (and that's crazy). so far this is the longest metallica fic i have written, and i am so happy that i could pull off a longer one! happy reading, i hope that it's good! x

You have had a massive crush on your close friend Kirk for quite some time now. Ever since you graduated school, you both signed up for guitar classes and attended them together. Four days a week, he would knock on your door and wait outside before catching a bus for a ride to the studio. Four days a week, Kirk would walk you home and make sure you were safe and sound, even if it was still light outside. This choice not only made you two grow closer, but also sparked something more. But neither of you were able to understand and grasp onto the way you felt, having all the attention on practicing and classes was like a fence blocking it. Yet, here and there, from time to time, you would find yourself thinking about him which was unusual, because he was your friend. The last time you liked someone this much was three years ago and you were not sure if you could accept it or if the better option would be to just hide it until it goes away. The last thing you wanted was to ruin the friendship. 

And so did he. 

It was a gloomy Wednesday afternoon, and you were in the mood to read something cool for a few hours. So you gave Kirk a call asking if he wanted to join you at the library, which he said yes to without much thinking. And here you were, going through the shelves and  looking for the perfect books to try out. 

Once chosen, you found a table and sat across from each other, beginning to read.

You sighed in the midst of reading as the story was not progressing too well, catching Kirk’s attention immediately. He paused and looked at you with a small frown in between his dark eyebrows.

“Is the book not good?”

The curly locks falling in his face made him look so adorable that you quickly realized you haven’t said anything yet, you’ve just been looking at him.

“You okay?” he snorted lightly, a worried look on his face.

“Uh- Yeah,” you laughed it off awkwardly, pulling a strand of hair behind your ear. You were never this awkward around him, but in this moment, something about him having his eyes on you set your body on fire. 

“It’s just the plot,” you crossed your legs, one accidentally touching the side of Kirk’s calf, “oh, sorry” and you moved your chair a bit back to not hit him again. Why in the world were you so clumsy today? The moment where your hair got caught on his necklace after hugging when you met up was the start of it all. Can this just stop happening? 

“You’re good, don’t need to worry” he smiled without showing his crooked teeth. He found it cute how you kept having little accidents like these, it also reminded him of that time when you accidentally knocked a cup over and it spilled all over the floor. Or when you were making hot dogs and spilled the ketchup on yourself in some way. It never failed to make him laugh and adore you. Especially when you were so quick to get embarrassed and blush along with it. 

A few minutes later, Kirk found himself looking up at you again, but this time, he couldn’t get his eyes off of you. Every little detail about you he just loved. From your beautiful hair, long curvy eyelashes, to the shape of your nose, and the way you had your lips slightly pursed while your head rested in your palm. And he felt intrigued. He soon realized that he was beginning to wonder how you would taste like - Kirk thought about kissing your lips. But when his eyes landed on your exposed chest and neck, the lust took over him and his mind reminded him of what you did earlier with your feet. Even if it was unintentional. Kirk licked his lips, bucking his hips up as he leaned back in his seat, dragging the book closer and placing it against the edge of the table. You didn’t think much of it, you just thought he’d changed the way he was sitting. When in reality, Kirk was now using the book to make it look like he was still reading it. 

And it didn’t take too long for you to sense the piercing gaze. You looked up to find your friend staring, lips slightly parted, those chocolate irises sending your heart straight down to your toes. 

It left you shy and you looked back at the book quicker than the lightning, realizing how nervous he just made you feel. Clearing your throat, you attempted to continue reading, but failed to concentrate because of a pair of doe eyes you had on you. The way it made you feel was visible to him. Clear as a day. 

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” Kirk broke the silence. 

For a moment, you hesitated to speak or look at him due to the amount of frustration.

“It… it does, but…”

“But what, hm?” 

“We’re out in public, you know? You… You look a bit scary” you tried to act innocent, but he just wasn’t going to buy it. A person who’s scared wouldn’t really blush, don’t you think? 

Shit.

Kirk smirked as he closed the book and grabbed yours too, standing up as he pushed the chair under the table. 

You have never seen him act this way. It was different.

But oh, did he look hot.

“What are you doing?” you whisper-yelled as you caught up to him as he put the books back in their places. He towered over you, eyes dark and a smile still plastered on his face, making you feel even more fired up. Kirk knew that at this moment, you wanted him as much as he wanted you.Though, you tried to mask it by acting. But at this point you were simply lying to yourself. 

He replied, voice husky and lower than his usual.

“I’m doing what’s necessary, doll” 

Doll?

You felt as if your soul had just left your body. Kirk had such a strong effect over you and it wasn’t something you ever thought was possible. He’s got you under his thumb now.

Saying nothing else you followed him outside, looking like a lost puppy next to a stranger. Kirk stopped  in some dark alleyway, which kind of scared you. What the hell was he up to? 

“I know you like challenges, and adrenaline, that’s why I decided this was the place” 

“Place f-for what?” you lowkey panicked, looking around. No people were in sight.

Kirk took a step closer, your back hitting the cold wall as you looked up at the boy. It wasn’t pitch black, it was dark, but the moon shining down on you was enough of a source for some dim light.

“For this” 

Cupping your face with both of his large hands, he pulled you into a warm deep kiss that sent you over the edge, butterflies raging in your stomach. Maybe he was a freak for dragging you out to such a place, but you kind of enjoyed it. The weather was a bit cold, but you weren’t too worried because kissing on its own was a way to stay warm.

Your fingers got lost in his brown curls as you tugged on them every now and then, him biting your lower lip in return, his hands all over you. 

“Kirk” you took a breath as you pulled away. 

“Yeah? Am I going too far?”

You shook your head.

 “No, no, you’re not. I… I want you” you confessed, throwing your leg around his waist as you searched for more friction. 

“Fuck, I never knew I’d hear that” he groaned, grabbing the back of your thigh and squeezing it hard, pulling your skirt up and ghosting his fingers over your heated core. But he was a gentleman and wasn’t going to open the door before knocking first. 

“Can I?” 

“Yes, please. Do whatever you want” 

The way you whimpered once he ripped your tights at the crotch area made him moan, his voice sounding so heavenly to your ears - like a melody. He found his way to your clothed cunt, slipping under the fabric of your lace underwear, running his middle and ring finger up and down your folds, your wetness coating them and his palm. You writhed under his touch when he began to rub circles on your sweet spot, causing you to kiss him to cover up a loud moan. This made it even harder for him to keep his rock hard length in his tight jeans. Kirk really wanted and needed to get rid of the uncomfortable pressure. 

But he just had to stretch you out with his fingers first. 

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, feeling how tight you were, “you’re so freaking hot” 

Your eyes rolled back as the pads of his fingers hit the right place, picking up the pace as he left some wet kisses on your neck.

A whine left your lips.

“Kirk, please, I want more” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yes”

He removed his fingers from you and unzipped his jeans, finally setting his length free that was coated in precum, ready to fulfill your desires. 

You did not expect it, but Kirk lifted you against the alleyway wall and slipped his member into you slowly, both of you moaning at the feeling. Your legs were tightly wrapped around his waist as you had your arms around his neck, one hand lost in his bouncy hair, while the other had a grip on his shoulder. His length was the perfect size for you, curved just right, it hugged your walls and hit the most sensitive spot like no other, causing you to lose yourself completely. It was addicting, and never have you ever thought that this would actually happen, thinking you’ll never be able to even admit your feelings for him. 

But here you were, all fucked out at his mercy, bodies colliding as Kirk thrusted faster and faster with each minute. His hand reached out and wrapped around your throat, which gave you so much satisfaction, you swore you saw stars. There was no way you were going to last any longer with the way he was pounding into you, and he could tell from the way you started to loosen up and how your head was thrown back. You were so under his control. 

“Are you cumming, doll?” 

Yes, you were, but couldn’t get words to come out of your mouth.

“Are you?” he asked again, his grip around your throat even tighter as he slammed his hips into you harshly. The way your body shook was the hottest thing that he has ever witnessed in his life, it never came to his mind that he’s ever going to see you like that.

“I am- Fuck” you squealed into your own palm as you came hard, shaking uncontrollably in his arms as he continued to move.

Seconds later, you were on your knees, bobbing your head to help him reach his own high. Kirk held you by the back of your head to guide you, his chest heaving as he was about to finish. 

The groan that left his lips was so hot that you wanted to hear it more than just once. How Kirk sounded could probably make you cum anytime, any place, just from the way he moaned once he was done. And being the good girl that you are, you swallowed everything that he spurted inside your mouth. 

After a long way home, you asked him to stay over, wanting to spend some time with him and have him around. That night, you both ended up finally confessing your feelings that you’ve had for so long.

[artemisrogers]

80's James - no daddy shit or BDSM type stuff but you'd probably have plenty of hickeys and cuddles cause he's a shy dorky guy pretty gentle and more affirmation than physical love language. Honestly would use something like cinnamon for his safe word.

Black album james definitely rough and dominant. Loves to remind you that you're his bitch. Does do after care but it be more of like showers or gentle foreplay. Safe word is blackened. Since he'd have that goddamn alpha wolf energy he'd definitely be the type who has a panty vibrator you'd always wear to remind you he's boss. Physical love language affirmation went out the damn window

Load/reload - Daddy energy big time. I feel like there's a heavy kink for strength as he's kinda cocky and arrogant during this. Depending on his mood he can be a soft Dom or the type that makes you not walk for a couple of days. Safeword Harley Davidson. Uses both physical and affirmation love language and loves quality time. After care is a must like he'll make you feel like you're royalty. Might wanna watch out for how he responds if he's not sober or not that can affect the mood for the time.

Woodstock era - honestly definitely a gentle man this period. Still cocky but not as bad, kinda has control over how he is around you. He loves to take care of you in whatever way he can. Does have his moments of using you like a sexdoll but not as often. More physical and quality time than affirmation. Aftercare is very gentle. safeword is misfits

Early 2000s before st Anger - He's very clingy and protective of you. Has a big jealousy phase that you can't talk to another man without getting a firm squeeze from him. Size kink is there but not as potent. Aftercare is gone cause he feels it would spoil you. Physical love language is heavy here. Does have a thing for public sex and having people watch you get claimed by him. Safeword is whiskey

St anger - this is kinda a sad era for me as I know he's battling addiction. Affirmation is Present as he doesn't really want to be around you a lot. He would rather you take care of him and help him with his withdrawal mood swings. His mommy kink would show with you here. If you catch him on a good day he's definitely going to be the type to make you orgasm to the point of exhaustion. Aftercare is not present. Safeword is anger

Hardwired era - ok right off the bat I see him have a goddamn breeding kink. I mean like he can see y'all with a family type of breeding and just want to get you pregnant. Aftercare is back as he's very gentle. Loves to give you praises and body worship. Daddy kink? Quality time physical and acts of service love languages are present. Safe word is hardwired.

Current era - dudes a daddy issue type with a soft caring side. Is very gentle with you and sometimes gets rough. Safeword is inamorata. Quality time and affirmation are heavy love languages. loves to give you little gifts to show he cares about you. Loves cuddling kissing and justing being with you. Will eat you out like a starved man and loves a good blowjob.

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

A to Z ⭒ Kirk Hammett (18+)

Ask It was one thing to ask, and an entirely other thing to plead and beg. And Kirk loves it when you beg. From the first crack in your voice, down to the quivering of your bottom lip and chin, and the first whine you let out and mewl. It brings him personal pleasure to know how much you need him, and how desperate you end up becoming when he deprives you of it. He'd only give in once you're shedding a tear and writhing, or once you begin to look overwhelmed and like you truly can't wait or hold on any longer. His second favorite thing is when you finally cum around him, - whether it be his tongue, dick, or fingers- and you thank him with the little amount of oxygen you have left, your entire body shaking and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He loves bringing you down to your basic wants and desires in bed, and allowing you to forget about everything else in that moment.

Bondage He'd use anything he had around him if he felt like you were in the right headspace to be restrained and held back, like your underwear or his belt. He finds security in the amount of trust you give him when you hand over your ability to fully move around, and it gives him more leeway to position you in whichever way he pleases during sex or foreplay. He loves watching you pant as he goes down on you, his cockhead pearling with pre-ejaculate as he watches you strain against the leather of his belt or the material of your underwear, before your release coats his tongue, and the taste of you convinces him into another round of sticking his appendage inside of you and fingering you until you cry.

Cunnilingus Kirk is both a giver and a receiver, and sometimes he prefers both at the same time. When he does, it mostly ends up with you sitting on his face, your slick clit finding friction on the stubble covering his chin while you swallow around him, down to the hilt with tears in your eyes. Sometimes, he blindly holds you up and grips onto your waist to help you grind against him, while his tongue rubs itself on the walls of your inner silk and brings you over the edge. Other times, he's lazily lapping at your weeping entrance as he bears his hips upward to fuck into your slobbering and wet mouth, his feet planted on the bed underneath him for leverage as he continuously uses your throat.

Dirty Talk He knows that the low tone in his voice as he teases you and whispers into your ear drives you crazy, so he uses it to his own advantage, even at inappropriate times. If you even bend over to pick something up, he's making his way over to you, pulling you flush against his front, and making you blush in front of everyone else in the room. He brushes his lips on the soft cartilage of your earlobe and grins to himself as he feels you shiver and subconsciously begin to lean into his touch and warmth. As soon as he promises to bend you over somewhere near, even lower than you had just been, whatever plans you two made earlier would be ruined, and you two would rush off to ensure he kept his word, even if you two were in public.

Edging Although he loves to tease you and bring you close to the edge, just to stop and do it again until you beg, he enjoys edging himself too. If you two are having slow morning sex and he wants to make it last longer, to keep himself buried inside of you, he'd make sure to pause every time you orgasmed and brought him near, just to continue to feel you tighten around him and attempt to milk him dry. It would make his eventual orgasm twice as strong, and it'd sensitize you and keep you feeling full. If you were in the mood for cockwarming, he'd make sure to keep you near and in his lap, and only fuck into you whenever you were ready, and edge you both until the two of you became overstimulated and felt satiated.

Foreplay If he was going to engage in foreplay with you, he was going to take his time. You two would start outside of the bedroom, and eventually make your way inside. He'd lightly kiss you and make you arch into his gentle touches, so soft it'd nearly have you taking initiative and grabbing at him. He'd have you close your eyes as he licked his way down the areas of your unclothed skin, and take advantage of your lack of visual sensory. He'd have you pressing yourself into every unknown touch he'd give you, and you'd be gasping and soaking through your underwear before you even managed to get onto the bed. Once he had you there and almost fully undressed, he'd be out of patience, and he'd stop teasing you. Warm, calloused fingertips would dig themselves into your skin and situate you into a position where you're on your knees, and you'd whimper out his name as he flattened himself in between your spread-out legs to push the cotton to the side and get his first taste of you, with your eyes still squeezed shut.

Groping There was rarely ever a time where his hands weren't on you in some way, and if they weren't, the people around you two would assume there was something wrong. He wouldn't be overly affectionate or clingy, but his hands would be on you often, to assure you he was there, and that you were his. If at some point his hands were occupied while you were around, your leg was either on top of his, or your own would be carding at the hairs collecting themselves against his nape and upper back. With how comfortable and used to each other the two of you two just so happen to be, that's where the groping comes in. Sometimes he forgot about boundaries, at least the one's the two of you placed while you two were in public. He'd subconsciously rest his hands in the back pockets of your jeans and lightly grab at your ass while in mid- conversation, leaving you to force yourself not to blush and turn your head to hide your face in his chest. If he was drunk, it'd be even worse. He'd have his mouth attached to the side of your neck, sucking and biting marks into your bruising flesh, and his free hand not holding onto his beer, sliding its way down to the hem of your underwear, uncaring of who was around to see and watch. If it was just you guys at home, he'd have a relaxed hand splayed anywhere from on top of one of your breasts, down to your ankle resting on his lap. If you were in close vicinity, he was on you, or you were on him.

Hickeys You're covered in them. Some are obvious, like on your neck, and some are hidden. Private. They mostly traveled in a trail, where they start on your neck, and end near the backs of your knees. Sometimes they were made and sucked and bitten into you during foreplay and sex, and other times, while you two were relaxing and watching tv or lying down next to each other. Kirk just loves every inch of you, and has an oral fixation from hell. If he isn't kissing you or preoccupied with something else, he's pressing kisses on the tops of your hands, or creating different sized hickeys to cover the entirety of half of your skin. You didn't mind them all that much, and secretly found pleasure when he pressed down on them days later, the small twinge of pain turning into warmth in your groin as his hands made their way down further.

Intercrural He loves the dual sensation of you sucking on his cockhead while he fucks himself through your squeezed together breasts. Even though they're missing the tightness and warmth of your walls, he loves seeing your tongue elongated and hungrily peeking out to get a taste of his prerelease. He'd tease you with his tip, and laugh to himself as you tried to wrap your lips around his girth, only for him to pull himself away and continue to use your chest as a temporary substitute for your pussy. By the time he came on your chest, neck and lips, your tongue was still hanging out, your chest was heaving, and spit trailed itself down from your mouth in translucent and semi white globs.

Jealousy Kirk was never too prone to jealously himself, but when he did get jealous, he wouldn't get angry or vengeful. He would simply shut himself down and isolate. You would notice him acting off faster than anyone else, since you two were usually attached by the hip, and you would quickly make your way back over to him as soon as you did. He would settle almost immediately as soon as you wrapped yourself around him, and would eventually laugh it off once you explained to him who the other person was and what they wanted. Him telling you he was alright wouldn't be enough for you, and you intentionally stuck by him for the rest of the night while you two were out, whispering reassurances to him during the rest of the event, and riding him once the two of made it back home. You'd rest your forehead against his and grind home after each time you lifted your hips, pelvis to pelvis, proving to him that you were his as much as he was yours. Insurmountably.

Kissing Kissing Kirk felt different every single time, because it depended on when it happened and what type of mood you two were in. If it was early in the morning, it'd be a simple, tired peck, unless either one of you woke the other up with a favor. If you hadn't seen him because he was on tour, it'd be frantic and messy, with both of your guys' lips being bruised red by the time you pulled away. If it was a goodbye kiss, it'd be gentle and long lasting. Either way, they all felt meaningful, and each had a purpose. One as simple as a forehead kiss as he came back home from the studio felt more memorable than a romantic gesture from any of your past lovers, and that says a lot. Every single kiss, touch, embrace and second with Kirk felt monumental, and it felt the very same way for him too.

Licking If his hands weren't on you and yours weren't on him, there was a good chance his mouth was. He loves to lick and mark you up while edging you and pushing you to your limits. One of his favorite ways to do so, is to kiss and lick and mark you up, while simultaneously not touching you at all with his hands. He'd have you stay in place, with your hands over your head and your legs spread out to rest on either side of the bed, teasing you to your wits end. You'd have licked over love bites and marks trailing their way all the way down to your pussy and your thighs before he even put his hands on you, and once he did, you were a goner. He loved the taste of you from your tongue, your skin, your sweat, the moans you emitted, everything. If it was a part of you, he wanted a taste, and he got it.

Masturbation He loved to watch you touch yourself. But as much as he liked to watch, he loved to record it. He brought up the idea of you two making a tape a year into your guys' relationship, and you said yes. You two would mutually masturbate and wind each other up, and then meet each other in the middle afterwards and fuck like animals. When it got to the point to where he had to go on tour and you couldn't come with, he made a second copy, and brought it with him as a keepsake, and something to help keep him sane while he had to be away from you. The visual of him taking you from behind while you both lied on your sides, with his hand in your hair holding you in place while you two shared a filthy kiss, would have him cumming for months on end in his hands. And when you two eventually saw each other again, you watched it together, and then relived the tape out in person.

Non-negotiable Both you and Kirk are down to try almost anything once, and he loves that part of your guys' relationship, but there are still a few things he says hard no to. And those things are the lack of verbal consent, and lack of communication. While he enjoys how adventurous you two like to be, your safety and comfortability are his two main priorities. As much as you love the sound of his voice, he loves yours as well, and that includes when you verbalize to him what feels right, and what feels wrong, or too overwhelming. The last thing he ever wants to do is hurt you in any single way that isn't pleasurable or gaining.

Orgasm One orgasm is never enough, and it somehow ends up becoming a game for you two. If someone ended up cumming more than the other at some point, then the next time the two of you end up having sex, the one who came less the last time gets to cum first. There were loopholes, of course. If either one of you were edging the other, it wouldn't count. Kirk somehow ended up counting how many days he'd have to be away from you for a leg of a tour, and made a promise to you that before he left for it, he'd make you cum twice the number of days he'd be gone. He kept his promise, and then doubled the already doubled amount. But of course, you had to make things even. By the time he left for tour, you two had tripled the number of orgasms you two normally had within a month of being together. You two didn't even think that was physically possible.

Positions Every position for the both of you was pleasurable, but your guys' mutual favorite had to be doggy style. The way you would backward thrust to meet his own forward, the way he would grip the back of your neck to hold you upright after your arms would give out, the way he'd smack and grip at your ass for leverage, made every other sexual position seem mediocre. Especially if it was happening in front of a mirror, which you two had a few feet away from the foot of the bed. It gave you two enough visibility no matter the lighting to be able to see each other's facial features, to be able to see what affected you two the most and when. Kirk loved being able to see the way your mouth would gape open when strands of your hair would get tangled in the grip he had on your nape, and you loved being able to see his earlier calm and confident expression break every time you matched his efforts and tightened around him.

Quickie Just like most of the other members, Kirk liked the backstage rooms for a quick fuck. But his favorite place to have a quickie with you was on stage, a day or two before a show, and only a few minutes after everyone else cleared out. It was a combination of adrenaline and the risk of getting caught if someone were to wander or come back, and seeing you watch him intently while they rehearsed and got everything arranged, got to him every time. He loved to eat you out on the front stage, and fuck you near where he stored and kept his guitars at for safe keeping. Eventually, after a few times and at multiple different locations, you came to know what every surface of a stage felt like, and you two were eventually caught. Luckily it was just a roadie, and afterwards you two swore to never do it again. That was until you two went on tour together for the first time. After that, Kirk's main excuse was that it brought him good luck, and you just rolled with it.

Roleplay As cliche as it could possibly get, you enjoyed pretending like you were lost, and Kirk was the only one around to help you. He got off on how you acted innocent and confused, and you got off on the way he would guide you and tell you where to go and what to do. Sometimes you'd pretend to be someone new on the crew, and you didn't know where to put your things. Kirk would come in and he'd show you around with a hand low on your back and his eyes fucking you. When he eventually got you to where you were supposed to be, you'd thank him by getting on your knees, or inviting him into the shower, depending on the location and who you were pretending to be that time while roleplaying. If you two wanted to be romantic and playful at the same time, you two would reenact your first date together, and the first time you two had sex. Either way, it was a lot of fun, and something you two could smile and laugh about afterwards.

Sensitivity Kirk's sensitive spots are his chest and groin, and you take full advantage of knowing that information. Whenever you get the chance to, most likely when he's allowing you to take charge or you're giving him a favor early in the morning, you're kissing and licking every single inch of his chest, before nipping and biting your way down to his groin. You're teasing and kissing around his dick and inner thigh until his cock gets red and hard, and its jumping with every light breath you cascade over it. When you finally decide he's been played with and wound up enough and you wrap your swollen lips around him, he's already tight in his abdomen and his ballsack is raised. He lies back and uses a gentle hand to guide you down his entire length, until your nose is making contact with the short hairs dusting themselves around his pubic bone. He pulls you off of him once he feels he's close and uses the natural slick of your spit to slide himself right into you, thankful that you're still stretched out from the night before. Then, he takes advantage of your sensitive spots. Your breasts, and the backs of your upper thighs. Red splotches cover the skin underneath your asscheeks, and hickeys surround your nipples once you're both finished with each other. Temporarily.

Threesome Kirk is probably the only member in the band most likely willing to share his partner and have a threesome, just so long as you both know the other person well and are comfortable with them. If he had to pick between the other three, it'd have to be James. He's the member he feels like you would have the most sexual compatibility with other than himself, and that he'd know when to be rough with you and when not to be. Kirk would also most likely be into seeing you getting fucked and used by someone he knows, while also still knowing that you're all his and he can control whether or not it happens again, or if he wants it to stop. He'd join in and either fuck you with James at the same time, or slowly fuck your mouth while James drives himself into you from behind, your ass high in the air and him mounting you while you moan around Kirk's shaft and grip onto his hands for stability.

Universal Everyone loves a good cumshot, and Kirk isn't excluded from that. Although he loves to pump his seed inside of you and fill you to the brim, he also loves to see his release covering you, and how it stands out against the color of the expanse of your skin. He also loves to feed it to you afterwards, and nearly gets hard all over again every time you obediently open your mouth and wrap your tongue around his digits. His favorite place to come on you if not inside, is either your face, or the bottom of your stomach. Sometimes if he's feels like he should have come inside of you instead, he'll skip out on feeding it to you, and finger it inside of you. The oversensitivity from just orgasming would have your legs shaking, and Kirk wouldn't stop until you came from him not only using your release, but his as well, to make you wet enough to cum all over again.

Vibrator He loves bringing toys into the bedroom and adding it to your guys' still growing collection. If it isn't a vibrator, it's a pair of handcuffs or a blindfold, or something flavored and stimulating. You both enjoy using them on each other. Him to rut it up and tease it along your clit and entrance, and you to press it against his ballsack during a blowjob to heighten his orgasm and bring him even more pleasure. Sometimes you two will even use a vibrating cockring, placing it right on the top of his ballsack and right on the end of his length and girth, to stimulate you both at the same time and make things a lot more intense. With him reaching down to add onto the pressure and vibration on your clit with his thumb, you're orgasming multiple times in minutes.

Where Even though you two enjoy being a little voyeuristic together with how much public sexual acts and touches you two engage in, you both prefer to have sex in the privacy of your own home. In public, you have to minimize your sounds and what you two can do at each setting and location, and Kirk loves it when you're loud and when you both are able to switch up positions and be carefree. His favorite room to fuck you in is either the bedroom or the living room. The bedroom, because that's where it's most comfortable at, and where your guys' toys are. And the living room, because that's where you're able to watch your recorded escapades at, and it's more daring, yet still safe enough for you two to do whatever you want, and be as loud as you want.

X Factor Kirk's favorite thing about you, is how comfortable he is around you, and that he's unapologetically allowed to be himself when he's with you. Not that he can't be himself with the guys or with his close friends and family, but in the way where he can bare it all to you, and you take it in with grace. With no judgement towards his past, his past partners, what he's into sexually, his past addictions, and how he deals and manages with his stress. With everyone else, to a certain extent, there's a facade. To keep people from questioning how he operates and if he's doing alright. But with you, he's able to be himself, no questions asked.

Yes and No You both are into spanking and leaving marks, biting and licking each other, but not into causing any serious, physical harm. Even if Kirk is fully into having sex with you, in the back of his mind, he's still being cautious of how hard he yanks on your hair or thrusts into your mouth. The thought of hurting you to the point where you begin to hesitate and want to stop makes him uncomfortable and anxious himself, so he always makes sure to check in on you and keep a look out on your facial expressions and the noises you're making, your safety more important than his pleasure.

Zip There's very few things Kirk enjoys more than you overwhelmed in your own pleasure, in the pleasure he's giving you. That's why although he loves the risk of fucking around in public, the only downside except for getting caught and being fined, is you being unable to be as loud as you would like to be. He loves when your gasps reverberate in his ears, and you audibly sob when he makes contact with every spot that brings tears to your eyes. He loves knowing how good he makes you feel and how no one else can make you feel this way, so when that's taken away and you're both forced to keep quiet to a certain extent, it's a little disappointing for him.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

hear me out... early 20s!reader is some really hot but reserved girl working at the studio and the tallica boys all have an eye on her but... shes kirks gf and he gets a bit jelly and takes her home ect ect🙈 possessive smut where hes a desperate and showing her why the others could never replace him. i was thinking maybe 1991 or load kirk? if not, i totally understand!! have a great day <3

Have a great day too, I hope you like it!❤

Warnings:mature themes, emotional intensity, and light possessiveness

No One Else's, Only Mine

The studio always had an energy to it, one that hummed through my body every time I stepped through the doors. Today was no different—amps buzzing faintly, the occasional clink of drumsticks against the floor, low laughter echoing down the hall. It was exhilarating and yet oddly comforting, like the calm before a storm. I adjusted my leather jacket and tucked my hair behind my ear, keeping my head down as I passed the main control room.

Being around Metallica had a way of making you feel small. Not because of anything they said or did, but because they just were so much. James with his loud, raspy jokes. Lars constantly pacing, his hands in motion like he was conducting some invisible orchestra. Jason with his easy, boyish smile. And then there was Kirk.

My Kirk.

He was leaning over his guitar, fingers idly plucking out a riff. His curls fell into his face, and his lips curved into a faint smile when he saw me lingering at the door. “Hey, Y/N,” he said, his voice soft. Always soft with me, even when everything else about him was electric.

“Hey,” I murmured, stepping inside. “Need anything? Coffee? Water?”

He shook his head, setting the guitar down and crossing the room in a few long strides. Before I could blink, his hands were on my waist, pulling me close. “Just you,” he said, low enough that only I could hear.

A flush crept up my neck, but before I could respond, the door creaked open behind us.

“Y/N!” James’ voice boomed. “You’ve been holding out on us, huh? Got some secret training or what?"

I laughed, stepping out of Kirk’s grasp before anyone could make things awkward. James had this way of teasing that always felt just a little too sharp, like he wanted to see how far he could push before you snapped.

“Just lucky, I guess,” I replied, brushing past him to grab a clipboard from the counter.

His eyes lingered a beat too long, and I felt Kirk stiffen behind me. I knew the way they all looked at me. I wasn’t oblivious to the glances, the subtle comments when they thought Kirk wasn’t listening. And I wasn’t blind to how Kirk saw it all. He never said much about it, but I could feel the tension rolling off him like a storm cloud.

By the time the session wrapped up, I could tell Kirk was on edge. He hadn’t said a word since James’ latest round of jokes, and his hand was tight around mine as we left the studio.

“You okay?” I asked once we were in the car, the city lights blurring outside the window.

He glanced at me, his jaw tight. “They don’t get to look at you like that,” he muttered. “Like you’re some kind of...prize.”

I sighed, resting my hand on his thigh. “They’re just being themselves. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“I do worry about it,” he snapped, then immediately softened when he saw my expression. “Sorry. It’s just...you’re mine, Y/N. I need you to know that.”

The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. I bit my lip, trying to ignore the heat pooling in my stomach. “Take me home,” I whispered.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened, and he didn’t say a word as he pressed down on the gas.

The door had barely closed behind us before his hands were on me, pulling me flush against his body. His lips crashed into mine, all desperate heat and raw emotion.

“You’re mine,” he murmured against my mouth, his hands slipping under my shirt to grip my hips. “Not theirs. Not anyone else’s. Just mine.”

“Kirk,” I breathed, my fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed down my neck, teeth grazing over sensitive skin.

He groaned, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me to the bedroom. The world blurred around us, and all I could focus on was the way he made me feel—claimed, adored, his.

As he laid me down, his fingers brushed over my cheek, then down to the hem of my shirt. “Let me,” he whispered, his eyes searching mine for permission. When I nodded, he tugged the fabric over my head, his hands exploring the newly exposed skin like he was memorizing every inch.

“They don’t know you like this,” he said, his voice low and thick. His lips followed the trail of his hands, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone. “They don’t know the way you taste, the way you feel when you’re falling apart for me.”

My breath hitched as he slipped his hands beneath the waistband of my jeans, his touch possessive yet tender. “They couldn’t handle this,” he continued, his mouth brushing against my ear. “The way you moan my name. The way you’re so perfect, so mine.”

His words sent heat rushing through me, and I arched into his touch, craving more. He took his time undressing me completely, his gaze never leaving mine as he peeled away the layers. It wasn’t just physical; it felt like he was baring my soul, reminding me with every touch and kiss that I belonged to him.

When he finally joined me on the bed, his hands slid up my thighs, and he hovered above me, his lips ghosting over mine. “No one else will ever love you like I do,” he murmured, his voice breaking with emotion. His hips pressed forward, and I gasped at the connection, the heat, the overwhelming sense of him claiming me completely.

“No one will ever make you feel like this,” he whispered against my lips, his breath hot and ragged. He thrust into me slowly, deliberately, each movement drawing a cry from my lips. “No one else knows how to touch you—how to worship you.”

The slow, deliberate rhythm he set made every nerve in my body light up. Each thrust made me gasp, the intensity pulling soft moans from my lips that I couldn’t contain. “Kirk,” I whimpered, my fingers digging into his shoulders, desperate to hold on to something solid as I trembled beneath him. 

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “Let me hear you. No one else will ever make you sound like this. Only me.”

His pace quickened, each thrust deeper, more deliberate, and with each movement, his voice dropped to a raw whisper against my ear. “They could never know how to make you feel like this,” he groaned. “They could never have you shaking like this, so perfect, so mine.”

A shudder rippled through me, and I clung to him, my body trembling under the weight of his passion. “Kirk,” I gasped, his name spilling from my lips like a mantra, each syllable thick with the overwhelming sensation of him. 

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “They’ll never touch you. Never make you fall apart like this. Never make you cry my name the way you do.”

The tension coiled tighter, his movements becoming almost frantic as he chased the edge with me. Each thrust carried more emotion, more desperation, as though he was pouring every unspoken word into me. My body arched against him, trembling as the sensation became too much. 

“You’re mine,” he rasped, his voice breaking, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses along my neck, collarbone, and down to my breasts. Each touch of his lips was reverent, worshipful, as if he were marking me in ways deeper than words. “Only mine. Forever.”

The intensity built until the world around me dissolved, leaving nothing but him—his touch, his voice, his love enveloping me completely. When we finally shattered together, the release tore through me, leaving me gasping his name as my body quaked beneath him.

He held me through it, his arms wrapped around me as though he’d never let go. His forehead pressed against mine, his breaths ragged, and his voice low but full of reverence. “No one else could ever have you like this. You’re mine, Y/N.”

When it was over, he held me close, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.

“You’re everything to me, Y/N,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Don’t forget that.”

I smiled against his chest, my body humming with satisfaction. “I’m not going anywhere,” I promised. And I meant it.

[ghostbustting]

𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔?

Flash Of Love (Series - Slow Updated/Paused)

Hold On

Don’t You Know You’re Mine?

Don’t Worry Baby

Wrong Answer

We Connect

Do It For You

Beauty

Kiss Kiss

Desperation

Heavenly

Distraction

Lost In Your Eyes

Camera Roll

Warm as Daylight

'Til I Kissed Ya

In the Dark

Unbearable Need

There’s A Kind of Hush

Morning Treat

One Time

Behind The Bunny

Wait For You

Cold-Blooded

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 16: Stockings

Warnings: Smut, fingering (f receiving), public sex, stocking kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

Kirk was always buying you stuff, he just loved to spoil you and for a long time that's all you thought it was, but then it took a turn.

He kept buying you stockings, long, thin socks with matching garters. You weren't to leave the house wearing them unless he was with you, even then they were only for special occasions and would always end with him fingering you under the table or fucking in a closet somewhere.

There was a business meeting, something you weren't quite sure what it was about but Kirk had asked you to come since James and Lars were also bringing their partners and wanted to make Jason jealous.

Jason didn't care but it didn't stop Kirk from running his fingers up your dress, pushing it up higher than he should've.

You swatted at his hand and leaned to whisper in his ear. "Kirk, you're gonna get caught."

"Don't worry about it." He said quietly in return, sneaking his hand fully under your dress, covering your lap with the table cloth. He pushed your panties aside, gathering your wetness on his finger before pushing it into you, moving at a slow pace to drive you crazy.

You just had to sit there and act like everything was ok, but it was so hard when he felt so good curling against your gummy walls. You could feel that knot building in your gut, getting ready to burst at an instant. You couldn't have that happen, Kirk wouldn't make you do go through with it, it was just too mean; besides, he had other plans for you.

Kirk pulled his hand away from you, wiping his fingers on your thigh before setting his utensils and napkin on his half finished plate, your almost untouched dish next to it. "Sorry to leave so soon, we, uh, have something else to get to." Kirk said innocently.

"Oh, yeah?" James asked, he'd seen those faces you made, how you twitched, he sat directly across from you and knew what Kirk was doing to you under the table. "Can't even stay for desert? I mean, Y/n has barely touched her food."

Kirk urged you out of your seat as you brushed your dress down, trying desperately to fix yourself up before walking through a restaurant.

He said a quick thanks before guiding you back to his car. Well, that's where he told everyone you were going. He took you to the bathroom and pushed you into a stall in the men's room before getting on his knees in front of you.

He pushed your dress up and ran his hands up and down your legs, feeling the fabric of your stalking under the calloused pads of his fingers as he kissed your exposed thighs, nipping at the lacy garter.

He pulled your panties down and pushed his fingers back into you, moving them at a much faster pace now as he continued to kiss and bite your thighs, paying more attention to wear your flesh pooled out the top, squished by the tight fabric.

It didn't take long before you felt that rush of heat coming again, this time Kirk didn't stop, letting your ride it out on his fingers and not trying to silence you, even in the publicity of the bathroom.

He gave your thigh a last kiss before looking up at you. "We don't have to stop." He said. "Do you want to go home and finish?" You'd barely caught your breath but you were desperate for more, you could see how hard he was through his jeans.

"Please." You said breathlessly as he stood up and led you out of the bathroom.

As soon as you were out the door someone caught your wrist and you around to see James. "Really?" He smiled down at you as Kirk came to your side, his arm going around your waist. "Have you no shame?" He teased.

"What can I say, I can't resist her." Kirk replied, kissing your cheek.

James rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "Yeah, well, try a little harder next time, these meetings are important."

"Are they really?" You asked, looking to Kirk with a small pout.

"No, but fucking under the table isn't great." James said, smacking your ass as he walked past you. Kirk shot him a look that he didn't see.

You were definitely in for it when you got back home