#kirk hammett x reader

[nausicaamusiclover20]

been thinking about kirk taking freaders virginity, really praising her and everything because shes rather shy n stuff🙈 take care!

I hope you like it!❤

Warnings: mature themes,first-time intimacy,vulnerability and emotional tension,nervousness and hesitation,consent and reassurance,physical intimacy

Trusting him

Kirk’s hands rested gently on my waist, warm against my skin. His touch was slow, as though he was giving me the space to decide what I needed. But the closer he got, the more I could feel his body against mine, and it stirred something inside me—something I wasn’t sure I was ready for.

I shifted slightly, feeling the pressure of him against my thigh. It startled me for a moment, and I pulled back, my heart racing.

“I... I don’t know, Kirk,” I said, my voice shaky. “I’ve never done this before. I’m scared.”

He stopped immediately, his expression serious but calm. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice steady. “I’ll be gentle. If it hurts too much, just give me a sign. You can tap my shoulder, or say stop—I’ll listen. You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

His words weren’t overly sweet or soft—they were just firm and understanding. It made me feel more in control, like I wasn’t being rushed into anything. His hands remained on my waist, giving me the space to decide.

I hesitated for a moment, my chest tight with nerves, but then I nodded. “Okay,” I whispered. “I trust you.”

Kirk’s lips pressed softly to mine, warm and unhurried, his hands cradling my face. My heart was racing, a mix of nervous energy and anticipation thrumming through me. His thumb brushed my cheek as he deepened the kiss, his touch grounding me.

His hands slipped to the hem of my shirt, and he paused, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice steady and full of care.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. I wasn’t scared—just overwhelmed by the intimacy and the trust I felt in him.

He smiled, a small but reassuring expression, before lifting the fabric slowly. His fingers skimmed along my sides as he removed it, his touch warm and gentle. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over me with an awe that made my cheeks flush. The way he looked at me, like I was the only person who mattered, eased some of my nervousness.

As he guided me to lie back, he hovered over me, his weight supported by his forearms. His knee brushed between my legs, and I shifted instinctively to give him space. His movements were slow, deliberate, and when he settled between my thighs, the closeness made my breath hitch.

He kissed my forehead, his lips soft and lingering. “Are you okay?” he asked gently, his voice low.

I nodded, my fingers curling lightly around his shoulders. “I’m okay,” I said quietly, though my chest felt tight with nerves.

He moved carefully, positioning himself and pressing lightly against me. The first sensation made me stiffen, my body reacting to the unfamiliar pressure. The discomfort was sharp, and I let out a small sound before biting my lip to keep quiet.

Kirk stopped immediately, his brows furrowing as he looked down at me. “Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

“A little,” I admitted, embarrassed but wanting to be honest. “It’s okay. Keep going.”

His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing gently over my skin. “We can stop anytime, Y/N,” he said firmly. “You’re in control.”

I shook my head. “I want to. Just... go slow.”

He nodded, his gaze softening. “We’ll go slow,” he promised, his voice steady and calm. He moved again, inch by inch, his eyes watching me carefully for any sign of discomfort. The pressure lingered, and I couldn’t help the small wince that crossed my face.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured, his lips pressing soft kisses to my temple and jaw. “Just breathe, Y/N. I’ve got you.”

After a few moments, the sharpness began to ease, and I exhaled a shaky breath, the tension in my body starting to melt away. The discomfort dulled, replaced by a new warmth that spread through me. When I let out a small, unintentional sigh, he paused, his forehead resting lightly against mine.

“Better?” he asked softly, his voice full of care.

“Yeah,” I whispered, feeling a flicker of something unfamiliar but pleasant. “It’s better.”

His lips brushed mine again, tender and slow. “You let me know if you want me to stop,” he reminded me.

“I will,” I said, my voice more certain now. “You can go a little faster.”

His eyes searched mine for a moment before he smiled faintly. “Okay,” he said, kissing me deeply. He adjusted his pace, his movements still gentle but more fluid, and I gasped softly as the sensations shifted again.

The warmth grew into something more intense, a pleasure I hadn’t expected. I let out a soft moan, and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but Kirk’s expression changed, his eyes darkening with emotion. “Hearing you like that,” he murmured, his voice thick. “You’re amazing, Y/N. So perfect.”

His hands held my hips, steadying me as he moved, his lips finding mine again and again. The rhythm built slowly, and I found myself clinging to him, my hands gripping his shoulders as quiet sounds spilled from my lips. He kissed along my neck, his words a constant stream of praise and reassurance. “You’re incredible,” he whispered. “So good for me.”

As we reached the end, the world seemed to blur into a haze of warmth and connection. Kirk stilled above me, his breath ragged, and I felt my body relax completely as a wave of calm washed over me. He leaned down, kissing me deeply, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face.

When he pulled away, his expression softened, his eyes full of emotion. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice tender.

“Yes,” I said, my voice quiet but sure. “I’m okay.”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead before easing off me carefully. “Stay here,” he said softly, brushing his fingers along my arm. “I’ll be right back.”

I nodded, my body still tingling as I lay there. He returned moments later with a warm cloth, kneeling beside me. “This might feel a little strange,” he said, his tone gentle as he cleaned me up with care, his movements slow and deliberate.

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Give em the ole razzle dazzle

[thecr0wthatjamz]

Just imagining rn…

[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)

[clem900]

100%

[mustainegf]

reader walking in on kirk touching himself to her and you write the rest pookie

Kirk pls call me the kids miss you 🙏🏼

𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 ¹⁹⁸⁸

I had been looking for my favorite pair of panties for a few days. They were this soft lace, a deep burgundy shade if it, and I just adored the way they made me feel. I was going a little crazy since I had no idea where I'd misplaced them.

I was at kirk's house today, just chillin' out like normal for me lately. I'd known him for several years, but we became fast friends a long time ago.

Walking down the hall, I heard a string of strange noises coming from his room, curiosity tends to get me, as I guess we were close, and there wasn't much that could surprise me about Kirk, but these noises are different. In a way, so intimate, longingly in need of something. I crept closer to his slightly cracked door and peeked in, feeling my heart start to hammer.

There he lay, shirtless and squirming in bed, a slight glistening on his body from the heat. His curls fell messily over his shoulders. My eyes widened at the sight in front of me.

He was whimpering softly, his hand clamped around his hard cock, jerking it off like it was life or death. But it was what he held in his other hand that really caught my attention, my missing panties.

That sent a shot of arousal right into my veins. Here he was, jerking off with them. His eyes closed, and he moaned my name. "Ah, oh, please..." he muttered and pleaded, in some attempt at begging. I felt my cheeks go white hot.

Knowing that I should have just turned and given him his privacy, I wasn't able to wrench myself away. I watched, completely mesmerized, as he grew more frantic. His hips bucked, chest heaving. I ached with throbs between my legs as I watched him, just thinking about what he might feel like inside of me, rather than clutched tightly in his hand.

Eventually, he stiffened, thrashing as he begged. His hand gripped his cock even tighter, and suddenly, what felt like thick ropes of cum spilled all over my panties. He moaned my name again.

I took a deep deep breath, pushed the door open, and walked in with a smirk on my face. Kirk's eyes snapped open, and his face turned deep scarlet, his cock still in hand. "I-I didn't know you were! ...I can explain," he stammered, looking utterly mortified.

I walked up to the bed, his eyes meeting mine. "Shush," I said, putting my finger to his lips to make him stop babbling. I looked down at the sticky mess in my panties and then back up at him, smiling. "I watched you jerk off," I told him in my low teasing voice. "And it was so fucking hot.

His eyes widened at my bold admission. "You... you what?" he breathed, doe eyes fixated on me.

I nodded and bit my lower lip. "Yeah... And, you know, you could have just told me. I would've gladly slept with you, Kirk."

He looked at me with those eyes, dark and innocent, but not as innocent with my dripping panties in his hand. "I didn't know how to… I had no idea... I..." he stammered, voice shaking.

So I pushed my face closer, and my lips almost brushed his. "Well, there you go, now you do," I whispered.

I reached out and took the panties from his hand again. Holding them up to him with a naughty grin, I whispered, "But you'll have to get me a new pair." as I winked back at him.

He chuckled, and an almost inaudible sigh released from his shoulders as he nodded to me. "Deal," he giggled, smiling now.

[thekirbishow]

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

[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.

[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

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Decorating with Metallica: Chaos Ensues🎄

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When James Hetfield calls you at eight in the morning, it’s rarely a good sign.

“Y/N! What’s up?” he boomed, his voice far too energetic for the hour.

“What do you want, James?” I asked groggily, already suspicious.

“Why do you always assume I want something?”

“Because the last time you didn’t want something, Lars ended up stuck in a snowbank while Kirk claimed the sled ‘needed testing.’”

James burst out laughing. “Okay, fair. But this is different! We’re decorating the house for Christmas. We need your expert touch.”

“You’re decorating? You, crazy, are decorating for Christmas? On purpose?”

“Yeah! Come on, it’ll be fun. We’ve got everything: lights, ornaments, tinsel. It’s gonna be killer. We just need you to tie it all together.”

Against my better judgment, I agreed. Spoiler alert: I shouldn’t have.

When I arrived, the scene was pure chaos.

Kirk was practically cocooned in a massive tangle of Christmas lights, Lars was rummaging through a box of decorations like a squirrel looking for nuts, Cliff was sitting cross-legged on the floor eating cookies, and James—James was holding a hammer.

“Why do you have that?” I asked immediately, pointing at the hammer like it was a dangerous animal.

“Creative vision,” James said, waving it around with glee.

“Please don’t destroy the house,” I pleaded.

“No promises!” he shot back, grinning like a mischievous kid.

I took a deep breath and rolled up my sleeves. “Alright, what’s the plan?”

We started with the tree, which had potential until Lars declared that the traditional tree stand was “boring.”

“I’ve got an idea!” he said, dragging an empty beer keg out of the corner.

“You’re not serious…” I started, but it was already happening. They wedged the trunk into the keg, and Lars stepped back, arms outstretched like a proud sculptor.

“It’s metal!” he declared.

“No, it’s unstable,” I corrected, watching the tree sway precariously. “This thing is one sneeze away from disaster.”

Meanwhile, Kirk was valiantly trying to untangle the lights, though his progress was questionable. “It’s like the lights don’t want to cooperate,” he muttered, twisting them into knots even tighter than before.

“Just throw them on the tree,” James said, grabbing a handful of tinsel. “We’ll make it work.”

“Throw them?!” I protested. “You can’t just—”

Too late. Kirk chucked the tangled ball of lights onto the tree in one go. “Ta-da!”

“Wow,” I said, deadpan. “It’s… something.”

As we started unpacking ornaments, James held up a box of clear plastic balls with photos inside.

“Check these out!” he said proudly.

I leaned closer and immediately burst out laughing. Inside were tiny photos of the guys, each more ridiculous than the last. Kirk mid-solo with his hair flying everywhere. Lars pretending to play drums with turkey legs. Cliff in a Santa hat flipping off the camera. And James, captured mid-laugh with his face frozen in a weird squished grimace.

“These are perfect,” I said, holding up the turkey-leg ornament.

“They’re festive!” James said, carefully hanging his grimace-photo ball front and center.

As we unpacked more, I froze. “Wait a second… Is that me?!”

Sure enough, there were ornaments with my face on them. One was a candid of me glaring at the camera, another showed me mid-laugh, and the worst—an unflattering close-up of me eating pizza with sauce all over my chin.

“Who took these?” I yelled, holding up the pizza one like it was evidence in a crime scene.

Everyone immediately pointed at Lars.

“What?!” he said, feigning innocence. “It’s art!”

“It’s blackmail,” I muttered, hanging the pizza ornament at the very back of the tree.

Cliff snorted and moved it right to the front. “You can’t hide the classics, Y/N!”

As we struggled to finish the tree, James got the idea to crank up some Christmas music.

“Alright, let’s set the mood!” he said, looking through his massive collection of vinyls. “We need some classic Christmas tunes!”

“Oh no,” I muttered under my breath, already knowing what was coming.

“I’ve got the perfect song!” he announced with an evil grin. “A little classic Jingle Bells!”

I let out a sigh, relieved for a moment. Okay, maybe this wouldn’t be too bad—just a little holiday cheer, right?

James grinned again and plopped the vinyl on the turntable. The speakers crackled to life as the familiar jingle of Jingle Bells started playing… but then, instead of the soft, cheerful melody, a deep, thunderous guitar riff smashed into the room, followed by a pounding drumbeat that felt like it was shaking the house.

“Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, JINGLE ALL THE WAY!” James screamed at the top of his lungs, and the rest of the guys joined in, playing air guitar, drums, and bass like it was a live concert.

I winced, covering my ears. “I knew it,” I muttered.

Kirk, completely in his element, was shredding an air guitar solo while Lars pounded on an empty pot with a spoon like it was a cymbal. Cliff was headbanging so hard, I thought his hair might fly off. And James—oh, James—was belting out Jingle Bells like it was the most epic rock anthem ever written.

I tried to hold back a laugh, but it was impossible. “This is ridiculous,” I said, shaking my head.

“You’re welcome!” James grinned, throwing a thumbs up in my direction.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the song ended. The house was silent, save for the echo of my ringing ears.

I dropped onto the couch, exhausted. “Never again,” I muttered, rubbing my sore ears.

James plopped down beside me, still grinning like a maniac. “Admit it. That was awesome.”

“Awesome?” I asked. “That was like being trapped inside a drum solo with a megaphone.”

“It was festive,” he said with a wink. “Come on, it was metal Christmas.”

I sighed. “Well, I guess it’s better than being stuck in a place  full of screaming toddlers.  Barely.”

“You’re just mad because we shredded the jingle,” Lars said, giving me a playful nudge.

I raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Kirk jumped in with a grin. “Oh, Y/N, we’ve got something even better. Get ready for a special Metallica Christmas classic!”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for any more classics,” I muttered, preparing for the worst.

But before I could protest, James picked up his guitar (air guitar, naturally), and Lars grabbed his makeshift drumsticks (spoons), and they started playing the Jingle Bells riff... Metallica-style. Cliff joined in with a wild bass thrash, and Kirk was air-guitar-shredding like his life depended on it.

Then they all started singing, their voices loud and confident:

“Jingle bells, Metallica’s here, we’re the best band alive, Shredding all the holidays, we’ll make your Christmas thrive!” James screamed.

“We’re the kings of metal, we’re the loudest in the land,” Lars added, dramatically air-drumming.

Cliff jumped in with his bass, “Jingle bells, we rock so well, you know we’ve got the plan, We’ll melt your face with every trace of riffs and thunderous jams!”

Kirk, getting into it, belted out, “Jingle bells, all the way, we’re the ones who’ll slay!”

(He grinned, clearly proud of himself for that line.)

I sat there, blinking in disbelief. “Did you just write a metal version of Jingle Bells about how awesome you are?”

“Of course!” James laughed. “We’re Metallica! We own Christmas!”

Lars leaned in and added, “We’re the ones who make Christmas epic, Y/N. Who else would do this?”

The guys were still shredding the air instruments, and it sounded like a battle between electric guitars and drumsticks.

After what felt like an eternity of shrieking guitars and drum solo madness, the song finally ended. I slumped onto the couch, defeated. My ears were ringing, and my head was spinning from the chaos that had just gone down.

I shot them all an exaggerated glare. “You know, I think I’d rather decorate a tree with toddlers than spend another second in this noise storm.”

James smirked, clearly proud of himself. “Oh no, Y/N, Metallica’s better than a bunch of toddlers any day of the week!”

“You bet,” Lars chimed in, giving Kirk a playful shove. “Who else could rock a Christmas carol that hard? Certainly not any toddlers, that’s for sure!”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help but laugh. “You guys are nuts. Absolute maniacs.”

“Well, it’s Metallica for you,” James shrugged with a wink, “we’re just built different.”

Kirk, looking more serious than usual (which was saying something), stepped forward with a grin. “Hey, Y/N, we’ve got something special for you. After all, we’ve been making you suffer through our ‘epic’ Christmas tunes... we owe you.”

Lars clapped his hands together. “Oh yeah, time to give you a real gift—Metallica’s special dedication to you, our one and only Y/N.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You’re not seriously going to try and play something… sweet, are you?”

“Oh, sweet?” Cliff said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Is that what you want? We can do sweet. We can do soft… if you want the most metal soft rock ballad ever!”

I instantly regretted saying anything. "Wait, wait. I didn't say sweet."

James was already adjusting his guitar, giving me a knowing grin. “Get ready for Y/N’s metal ballad, all about the best friend in the world.”

Kirk started to strum his guitar softly, and I could hear them all whispering about the “perfect intro” for the song. I crossed my arms and braced myself, wondering what on earth they were about to do.

Then, without warning, they all burst into a very loud, very chaotic version of their “dedicated song.”

“Y/N, our friend, our Christmas cheer, You’re the one who’s always near! We love you more than we love beer, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!" They all screamed, slamming their instruments.

I gasped, my eyes wide. "Wait, what did you just—"

“Y/N, Y/N, you’re the best, Better than all the rest, Even when you’re losing your mind, You’re the one who’s always kind!”

I started laughing hysterically. “That’s not a song! It’s just… a bunch of nonsense!”

Lars grinned. “Yeah, but it's our nonsense. We couldn’t make it too serious, could we?”

“Of course not,” James chimed in, his grin only getting bigger. “What’s the fun in that?”

They kept going with their ridiculous lyrics, all about how awesome and “metal” Y/N was. The chorus was a wild mess of screaming, air-guitaring, and “rock star” moments. Cliff started doing exaggerated dance moves, and Kirk threw in guitar solos that made the whole thing sound way more dramatic than it should’ve been.

I was laughing so hard by the time they finished that I could barely catch my breath. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

“Not on our watch,” James said with a wink, as the others nodded in agreement.

“Y/N,” Lars said seriously, “this is the gift you get from Metallica. Take it. It’s the most rock Christmas present ever.”

I shook my head, still laughing. “I’m going to need a few hours to recover from that. Seriously.”

“Take all the time you need,” Kirk said. “We’ll be here... making more ‘songs’ just for you.”

“And we’ll keep the Christmas chaos rolling!” Cliff added, pumping his fist in the air.

I leaned back against the couch, closing my eyes. “The day is still long,” I say to myself.

At some point during the chaos of decorating, James suddenly had an idea that made him look even more mischievous than usual.

“Guys,” he said, rubbing his hands together, his eyes lighting up. “I think we’re missing something.”

I looked over from where I was holding an ornament in one hand and a string of tinsel in the other. “What now?”

“Something that will really bring the Christmas spirit alive!” he said, already grabbing a piece of mistletoe off the shelf.

“Oh no…” I muttered under my breath, but it was too late. James was already excitedly hopping toward the door frame.

“Perfect spot!” he exclaimed. He held the mistletoe above the door with exaggerated pride, giving it a tap like it was the most magnificent thing he'd ever laid eyes on.

Lars walked over, nodding approvingly. “Good idea, man. Adds a touch of romance.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Or chaos,” I muttered, crossing my arms.

James stepped back, admiring his handiwork like he had just built a grand monument. “Yep, that’s perfect,” he said, hands on his hips, looking smug. “Just like I planned.”

I rolled my eyes, but the trouble was far from over. “You do know that’s how mistletoe works, right?” I said, my voice rising playfully. “If someone stands under it, you have to kiss.”

The moment I said it, all four of them froze, their expressions shifting into a mix of confusion and disbelief.

James halted in mid-step. “Wait, what?” he asked, blinking. “That’s a thing?”

“Yes,” I said, struggling to hold in my laughter. “No exceptions.”

Lars narrowed his eyes, his usual sarcasm dripping from every word. “So, you’re telling me I might have to kiss one of these guys?” His eyes flicked between the bandmates, clearly considering his options.

James groaned loudly, stepping back dramatically. “Well, I hope I don’t end up under it with Lars. I’d throw up.”

The room erupted into laughter, with everyone pointing at James and mocking his dramatic reaction. But Lars, clearly not one to let a comment slide, stared James down.

“Oh, yeah? Well, fine. If that’s how it’s gonna be, then I’ll just kiss Kirk!” Lars declared, his voice thick with mock authority.

Kirk raised an eyebrow, hands on his hips, and shot Lars a look. “Oh really? Well, come here, my boy,” he said, his voice suddenly taking on a sultry, over-the-top tone.

He took a step forward, dramatically puckering his lips in a way that no one could take seriously. The entire room was already cracking up, and I could barely breathe from laughing so hard.

Lars leaned in, his lips exaggeratedly puckered, making loud smooching noises as he leaned toward Kirk. “Mwah! Mwah!” he exaggerated, clearly playing it up just to get a rise out of everyone.

Kirk tilted his head back like they were starring in a cheesy soap opera, his hand clasped to his chest in mock passion. “Oh, darling, it’s been too long,” he said, in the most ridiculous sultry voice he could muster, causing the room to erupt into laughter.

I was clutching my stomach by now, tears streaming down my face from laughing so hard. “You guys are so stupid!” I gasped between fits of laughter.

Cliff, ever the opportunist, took his cue and immediately turned to me. He waved his hands dramatically in front of his face. “Y/N,” he said, still struggling to control his own laughter, “I think I’d better cover your precious eyes. You shouldn’t have to witness what’s about to go down.”

Before I could protest, Cliff moved toward me, clapping his hands over my eyes like a pair of comedy goggles. “Don’t worry, we’ll protect you from the horror,” he said, his voice shaking with laughter.

I could barely breathe, let alone get a word out. “This is insane!” I finally managed to choke out.

“You say insane, I say festive!” James interrupted, still grinning like a mischievous child. “And you gotta admit, this mistletoe idea was genius.”

I turned to James with a mock glare. “You’re ridiculous,” I said, wiping tears of laughter from my eyes.

James just shrugged, completely unfazed. “Stupid but festive,” he said, with a grin that could only be described as completely self-satisfied.

Lars, still mock-pouting, crossed his arms. “Next time, we’re putting the mistletoe in my spot, and no one is kissing anyone.”

“Well, Lars,” Kirk said with a wink, “we’re not all lucky enough to be under it with me.”

“I’ll take my chances,” Lars muttered, still giving Kirk a side-eye.

I was still trying to catch my breath, unable to stop laughing. “If I ever thought about leaving this house for peace and quiet, I’ve changed my mind. You guys are nuts.”

James clapped me on the back. “That’s the spirit! Who needs peace when you’ve got Metallica?”

I groaned, knowing full well that this Christmas was going to be one I’d never forget. Not because of the decorations. But because of the utter chaos that was now somehow associated with mistletoe, the four maniacs in front of me, and the insanity that I could never escape.

But, deep down, as much as I wanted to escape the madness, I knew I wouldn’t have it any other way.

By the time we were done, the house was… unique.

The tree leaned like it was actively trying to escape, covered in mismatched lights, ridiculous photo-ball ornaments, and a cowboy hat topper. The porch lights blinked like a rock concert, and the snowman outside had a mohawk and one arm.

I collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. “I can’t believe I gave up my Saturday for this.”

James flopped down beside me. “Admit it. This is the most metal Christmas ever.” “You’re all ridiculous,” I said, but I couldn’t stop smiling.

As the night wore on, the chaos mellowed into something cozy. We sat together, drinking cocoa and laughing about the day. Kirk hummed Jingle Bells softly while Lars fought the cat for a piece of tinsel, and James told a ridiculous story about setting his oven on fire trying to bake cookies.

It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t even good. But it was ours.

“To friendship,” I said, raising my mug.

“And to never kiss Lars under mistletoe,” James added.

Lars threw a cookie at him, and we all laughed until our sides hurt.

Surrounded by my ridiculous, chaotic best friends, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Such a slut

[mirkhammett]

pls send me thots especially for kirk.. baby’s taken over my life rn o.o

he’s so silly i need to play with his hair and give him pretty bows ^_^

I NEED THEM SO BAD RAAAHHHHHH

[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

[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

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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.