#kirk hammett x you

[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.

[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.

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Such a slut

[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

[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

[sourbites]

Can I request a Kirk smut!! Friends to lovers kinda thing. For instance yall are smoking weed at your place and feeling a bit insecure about still being single and he makes a move on you???

Can't Tell You Why

thank you for the request! this was a lot of fun to write. i chose to write this imagining early 80s kirk, just to really amp up that clumsy love that friends share. hope you enjoy :)

The tip of the joint crackles, embers glowing as you coax smoke down into your lungs. The atmosphere in your bedroom is thick, smogged with smoke and giggles. There's soft rock playing in the background — some band Kirk chose.

"You're avoiding the question," He laughs, all love-me-tender brown eyes and crooked white teeth. You're both having fun, he's teasing you, you're teasing him. But still, you hesitate, exhaling smoke from your nose thoughtfully.

"I don't know," You wipe one hand on the front of your jeans. "I've only done it, like, once. Wasn't that fun, either— we were in this tiny car, and there was so much bumping around."

You twist on your bed, leaning up against the wall. Kirk moves, too, leaning his weight on a hand. "Once?" He repeats, surprised.

"What's that supposed to mean? You think I've been around?" You laugh, although there's some discomfort at his reaction lurking around in your mind. His mortification catches up with him two beats later. Eyes wide, laughing nervously along with you.

"I didn't mean it like that," Kirk exhales, smoke floating and swirling around the both of you. It hazes everything up: the light from your lamps scatter differently. Shadows look hesitant. He mulls over how to explain himself, self-conscious as he adjusts his position again. "I— I just meant, that you," He swipes a hand over his face, groaning in embarrassment through those hesitant chuckles. "You're smart, and— and real pretty. And charming enough to get anyone you'd want, so— I dunno, I mean, I'd..." He trails off. He speaks unintelligible nonsense for a few moments, before trying again. "You get what I mean." He concludes.

"Do I?" You take the joint from him. Something within you makes you feel sick with a feeling you wouldn't like to meet.

Kirk, ever the conversationalist, gives you an eye-roll. "So who was he, anyway?" He gestures to you, his index and middle finger steadying the shrinking joint.

You shrug. "Just a friend of a friend. I already told you."

He didn't say anything after that. Just hid behind his curly bangs, working his fingers into your bedsheets. Honestly, you're unsure why you even entertained this conversation. It's not like you'd find camaraderie within Kirk, not these days— tons of women want his attention. They want to taste his plump lips, hold his baby face, and kiss the crease between his brows when he frowns. You want to claw this bitter taste from your mouth. Gut the barbed vines in your stomach. As cool as you want to present, it isn't the most brag-worthy thing. Your first and only time being a half-baked hookup in some cramped-ass Ford Pinto? Get out the confetti. Your train of thought became an internal train wreck.

"Well," Kirk begins to roll another. "Where would you rather it happened?" Just briefly, his brown eyes glance up at your face to read your expression.

"Where else could it happen?" You ask no one in particular, voice hushed and ironically smoky in your fogged-up bedroom. You hum thoughtfully, picking at the thin rolling papers sprawled out on your bed. "Is it boring if I say a bed? Nothing else I can think of sounds appealing."

For some reason, you're allowed first drags. Pouring over you, Kirk lights the fresh joint between your lips. "Not boring at all. It's a classic for a reason, real nice when it's done right." He speaks easily, shrugging slightly. He's trying to soothe you. His smile makes your insides twist— and you enjoy it, in some macabre way. Teeth vibrantly white against warm lamplight and fuzzy shadows and black curls. You want to eat his mouth.

"Right." You sigh. Smoke billows from your parted lips. "I suppose you have? Done it right?" You're not sure why you ask that. You just want something to say. Preferably not about your (totally lacking) sex life.

Finally, it's Kirk's turn to bristle hesitantly. Easing his nerves, you pass him the joint.

"I've had some good nights, yeah." His answer is guarded. Your eyes glitter. What's he hiding? You nudge his side with your knuckles.

"But...?" You invite.

Kirk watches you for a moment or two, concluding you won't let this go. "But," He echoes, nudging you back. "I wouldn't say I've done it right."

"Why not?" You lean in. Drinking up the smoke that rolls off of him. You can smell him in the air, too, smoke-smouldering something spicy and musky.

He tilts his head to see you better. "Can't tell you," He whispers, grinning, wholly contradicting the inviting way his body slants to indulge you.

"Kiiiiirk."

Sigh. He's giving you the eyes. The eyes. Round and big, brown eyes so sparkly that they disarm anyone he's gazing at. You lean to him, attentive as a statue. You could soak him up if you wanted to; you're that close. Discarded smoke, already exhaled with all that high-inducing goodness soaked up, swirls around the both of you, murky white tendrils making you want to sway with them, beckoning you to move. Speak. Breathe. Live.

"Ideally," He shifts again, wanting to reshuffle his atoms. "Ideally, it'd be a bed..." A warm palm brushes your wrist and sneaks the joint from your fingers. "With you..." Your heart pauses. You stare at him, bewildered. "And me..."

What. The. Fuck.

Kirk takes your silence as a sign you want him to keep going. One hand cups your cheek, so tenderly you're tricked into thinking you're made from glass. "C'mon. How many more hints do I need to drop?" He coos at you before taking a much-needed drag of the joint to ease his own racing heart.

The funny thing is, you've hoarded his name in your throat for months. You didn't realise he had been holding his own breath for you.

Why? Out of everyone— you?

Kirk runs his tongue over his teeth, getting antsy. Softly urging you, he brushes the pad of his thumb along your lower lip while you just stare at him, amazed. You watch him from beneath your eyelashes as if he hung the stars in the sky. It comes again: the longing. The desire with no name, because no one has yet given you the language to speak it in.

Wordlessly, you draw his hand into yours. "That, um. Sounds nice." You reply, with what limited cohesive brain cells you have left.

Testing the waters, Kirk brushes his lips against yours, his breath mingling with your own. And it's hands down the most intoxicating thing you've ever had— you want to swallow it down in handfuls. Your eyelashes flutter again, and you almost feel drunk. He holds your cheek with clumsy, gentle fingers. He puts a heat in you that you didn't think was possible. And it feels so unfathomably perfect to feel wanted.

It's slow. Gently, you gravitate towards Kirk as if you're floating. Your mouths connect with a little more certainty this time. He laughs softly against your mouth. There is no better taste than that, you decide. Someone's honeyed laugh on your tongue. You're dizzy— should you feel dizzy? You want this feeling to stay.

Restless, he abandons the joint in the ashtray. With both hands in use, they swipe over your back, worship your thighs by the handfuls, winding and sewing roots in your hair.

"Can I take care of you?" Kirk whispers into the edge of your face, right underneath your chin. His mouth- wet and wanting, marks the uncharted territory of the soft underside of your face with a slow, hot kiss that ripples through you, reshaping you into something with an emptiness that's hurting to be filled. His tongue is laving wet and dripping with eagerness, building a taste for your skin as it glosses his spit down your throat. He tilts in to suck below your ear.

"Fuck, Kirk. Yeah— yes." You stumble out, nodding, your hips squirming in their cage of your jeans. You sweep your aching palms along his back, mussing his curls. He tucks your earlobe between his teeth, grazing the bluntness of his front teeth slowly along your skin. His breath sends chills down your spine. He grinds both hands beneath the waistband of your jeans, reading your mind.

He's aching to get a taste of you. The softness of your inner thighs swath around his head, dark curls rasping against your skin. His hot mouth is drinking you up through your panties, nosing into your pelvis. He wants to breathe as many 'I love you's' as he can into your skin, he wants to rake his tongue against your slit, lick your cunt open. Kirk can tell you're soaked— arousal drooling through the fabric that covers you, teasing him with the cock-hardening punch of girl flavour that he loves so much, seeping along the edge of his mouth.

Your underwear is thumbed off, his face shoved right into your cunt, and yet you still want to steer him by the shoulders and pull him closer. He takes slow, indulgent sucks on your quickly throbbing clit, that snowball into big, broad licks, tongue flat and mopping up your slick from bottom to top. He sinks two fingers into you, each pump straight down to the knuckle, creating crude squelching noises with the purest, stickiest arousal simmering within you. It's all burning hot, hot, hot.

Kirk swoops down again, filling his starving mouth with what he thirsts for: your leaking pussy. His cute nose is smooshed against your pelvic bone, and every dirty lap of his searing tongue forces your hips to scatter restlessly and yanks a whine from your throat. He's wild and heartache and sin, and it leaves you reeling from his every touch, every curl of his fingers and every relentless, starved suck of your clit, until his cheeks hollow.

"Can't believe I went so long without this," He groans with lusty delight, releasing your aching clit with a pornographic, wet pop. He kisses your parted entrance, tips his head down and spits on your slit. Whatever honey-soft brown was left lingering in his baby-love eyes has been devoured by total blackness, glimmering in delight as he watches his work of art, your soaked, spit-slick sex. He goes back in, shoving his parched mouth onto you, sucking in a fold, nipping the other, thumbing at your throbbing, swollen clit. He wants to eat you whole. Every salacious lick of his neverending tongue thunders within you— your cunt, tight and hot and so adored by Kirk's divine mouth, squeezes of arousal building within you until they morph into full-body trembles, your abdomen clenching and un-clenching, taut.

He glances up at you, dark eyes glittering behind his curly bangs, eyeing the heave of your tits with each tremoring breath. He touches you where hands simply cannot. His thick tongue eagerly tastes your heat: flesh, sweetness, salt. His cock is bursting against his too-tight boxers. You roll your hips against his mouth, chasing every lap of his tongue, every brush of his calloused hands. Softly, he becomes endless in you, and the searing pleasure he paints for you becomes explosive. Your volatile hands fist into his hair and yank, grinding down against his pretty face as gasps block your airways. He's drinking your soul - stuffing his mouth with every morsel of your worship-worthy pleasure.

You wail through the orgasm, something deep within you awakened and booming; how you survived him, you don't know. Your cum, sticky and warm, ebbs down Kirk's plump lips, smearing on his chin as he laps you up, thumbs spreading your cunt open to ensure he's licked every part of you clean. Even then, the impish flicks of his tongue do not go unappreciated.

To get him to stop his (wonderfully feeling) assault on your cunt, you peel Kirk away from you, a hand in his hair and your other palming at his shoulder. "How'd," You breathe, stupefied, "How'd you learn to do that?"

Kirk hides behind his curly bangs as if he has the right to get coy after gorging on your pussy so filthily. His teeth, white and charmingly crooked, glitter as he grins flusteredly. He wipes his mouth of spit and slick with the back of his hand. You feel a pang of emptiness without both his hands somewhere on your overheating body. "I, uh, I have a thing for it, I guess."

Great. You sigh, lost for words.

"Can we keep going?" You murmur out, gingerly pressing a warm palm to his worn-soft denim jeans, which are all warped and taut from his hard bulge.

Kirk's hands, all slow tenderness to soothe you, cup your cheeks, fingers sweeping into your hair. He lays a kiss on your lips with his own hungry mouth, kissing away at your senses. "Of course, beautiful."

His bulge swells right beneath your pussy, your orgasm simmering away and dirtying his denim jeans. Handsy with it, he palms off his belt and throws his jeans and boxers somewhere in your room. You let one of your legs fall open while he scoops up the other, forcing your thigh high up his waist, his palm sliding down to grab a handful of your ass. He sinks inside the molten ache of your eaten-raw cunt. He kisses you into oblivion at the sight of his thick cock disappearing within you.

The odd thing is, it all feels so easy. You're choked with the sincerity of the moment. Kirk's hands are devoted worshippers, thumbs stroking along your skin where you tremble, holding you where your thigh and hip meet, cradling you. Weightlessly, and yet with heavy limbs, you lay into the bed. You're full of paradoxes tonight. Light, heavy, friend, lover. They're all the same.

Your hands glide up his taut biceps, sliding down the slope of his back, tracing along muscles and bone. You hook him in, keep him close. Kirk's biting down on his lower lip, his eyes lidded, fluttering at the dreamy feeling of your dripping cunt clenching down on him in searing hot pulses. You shift your hips a little— you can feel his cock smushed into your cervix. Kirk groans low near your ear.

This hot, fulfilling fullness seems to seep deeper and deeper within you, endless. With a hitching breath, Kirk's hips withdraw, taking his body-hot heat with him. Until it pours all over you again in waves, easing your abuse-swollen sex, his thumb dipping down to gather the sopping wetness of your slick, cum, and his drool, and stir it around your puffy clit in full circles. All while he takes you in long, eager strokes, delicious friction causing your hands to skirt around his shoulders, putting a cramping, throbbing, ache in your hips.

You shudder, going tight around him. Kirk presses his face where your shoulder meets your neck. You can feel his baby face, sweet cheeks and plump mouth, those fawn brown eyes of his squeezed shut. Those charming features on a man who is fucking you with so much impeccable spirit that you're surely driven crazy with every rock of his hips, snapping up to wallop into the tenderly sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Every wet sound of his mean cock scraping the velvet insides of your aching cunt draws sobs out from deep within your stuffed-full belly. Your heart feels like a bass pounding in your ears, surrounding you with so much noise, every throbbing thump causing your breaths to shake.

Tangled bodies feel like they're cooking with all the hot friction between them. It smoulders, threatening to ignite— as if the hazy smoke of your social chainsmoking wasn't enough to put you in an awestruck daze. You clench your teeth, scraping your nails up the hollow of Kirk's shoulder blades, your own back arching off the bed, (which he uses as an excuse to get another gropeful of your ass) while he works your throbbing clit even harder. You want to squirm and writhe, but that'd disrupt the gorgeous rhythm of his cock. He drags himself through your wound-tight pussy, sloppy, indescribably thorough whacks of his pelvic bone right on the beginning of your slit.

You forget who's air you're breathing. Or if you're breathing at all.

In carnal screams that scratch up your sore throat, you murmur something akin to more more more don't stop, Kirk. Please. Kirk. His pace stumbles, landing right on his high while you're already curling around him, nails anchored in his skin, cries spilling from your lips. You squeeze around him with so much zeal that Kirk quite literally cannot move for fear of splitting you in two. All epic highs have lows, however: you scrape your hands down, tracing where your cunt oozes out your climaxes, feeling the boiling heat settle down, watching Kirk's glistening cock withdraw from you.

Everything feels suspended. Mid-air, hanging on the edge of something. Maybe it's longing. By some phenomenal stroke of luck (maybe it's your lucky day), the joint you were sharing is still lit. Kirk takes a long drag, exhaling against your clammy, bare skin. His mouth reaches your shoulder, and he kisses it with that pretty, insatiable mouth until you feel faint.

"Fuck," You take the joint he offered to you. Although you're not sure that this moment can get softer and warmer. "That was definitely better than my first time."

Kirk grins at your words, grunting quietly as he lays beside you, guiding your splayed-out hair away from your neck. "Just you wait. That was just a warm-up."

[nausicaamusiclover20]

heyyyy I hope you feel well❣️

Can I request fluff fic reader (f) x current kirk hammett? they’re watching some horror movies and reader is so scared that she covers her face in his arm

I'm feeling good, thank you for asking, I hope you feel good too❤ I hope you like it!

Safe in his arms

 The room was dim, the only light coming from the flickering glow of the TV. It was one of those perfect nights—quiet, cozy, and calm. Kirk and I were curled up together on the couch, a blanket wrapped around us, a bowl of popcorn between us. We’d chosen a horror movie—something dark and creepy that would get under your skin, but I figured I could handle it. I loved a good scare. It wasn’t until the opening scene that I realized how real this one was going to be.

The movie had a slow, sinister start. Shadows crept across the screen, and the music was that kind of eerie, spine-chilling soundtrack that seemed to seep into the air, making everything feel tense. My heartbeat began to quicken, the hairs on the back of my neck prickling as the figure in the dark, the nun, started to make her appearance.

I tried to focus on the movie, but my nerves were already getting the best of me. Every creak, every whisper on the screen made my breath catch in my throat. The sound was deafening. The atmosphere in the room felt thicker with each passing minute. The nun—her dark figure, that terrifying face—was creeping into my thoughts, making me tense up every time the music swelled.

I shifted, leaning closer to Kirk. His warmth was a welcome comfort, but the air in the room had changed. The fear was building, rising with every second of the film. I tried to shake it off, but my body was betraying me. The tension in the air was almost unbearable, and I felt my heart thumping harder, faster.

Kirk must've noticed, because his gaze flicked over to me. "You alright?" he asked, his voice soft, but with that teasing edge he always had.

I smiled, though it felt forced. "Yeah, I’m good," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. The last thing I wanted was for him to know how easily I was getting spooked. But the feeling in my chest, the unease that had started to creep up on me, wouldn’t go away. Every time that figure appeared in the dark, my pulse would spike, and I’d find myself looking away from the screen, unable to shake the feeling of dread building up inside me.

It wasn’t long before it happened. The figure—the nun—loomed in the shadows again, and this time, the camera lingered on her face for just a beat too long. The silence was suffocating. The tension was unbearable. I could feel myself tense up completely. I didn’t know how much more I could take.

Then the music exploded—sharp, jarring—and I felt my body jump, my hands instinctively shooting up to cover my face, eyes squeezed shut as if blocking it out could make it stop.

But it wasn’t enough. The fear flooded my chest, overwhelming me. And before I even realized what I was doing, I turned toward Kirk, burying my face into the crook of his arm, my hands gripping his sleeve tightly.

Kirk’s arm was around me instantly, pulling me closer, his warmth flooding through me like a shield. The sound of the film, the low, menacing growl of the music, still vibrated through the air, but I felt a little less afraid with him holding me. I buried my face deeper into his arm, seeking the comfort I needed to escape the overwhelming fear that gripped me.

"Hey, it’s okay," Kirk’s voice was low and reassuring, his fingers brushing through my hair as he held me tightly. "You’re safe here."

The words did something to calm me. I still felt the fear crawling beneath my skin, but with him so close, I could breathe a little easier. The movie was still terrifying, but it didn’t seem as powerful when I was wrapped up in his arms. I took a shaky breath, letting his steady heartbeat against my ear ground me.

"I’m sorry," I mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed by how easily the film had gotten to me. I hated the idea of being so afraid, especially with someone like Kirk who always seemed so calm and in control.

He shook his head, smiling softly. "Don’t apologize," he said gently. "It’s just a movie. I’m right here, okay?"

I nodded, but I didn’t pull away from him. I couldn’t. The film was still full of those dark, ominous moments. The shadows in the room seemed to feel darker now, the silence stretching on longer, as though something terrible was waiting to leap out at me from the dark. I felt that terrifying sense of unease creeping into my chest again.

The figure on screen reappeared. This time, the nun was closer, moving silently through the dark, her face twisted in a grotesque smile. The music swelled again, the sound of her footsteps echoing, loud and sharp in the stillness. I flinched again, and this time, I buried my face deeper into Kirk’s arm. I could feel him holding me tighter, his presence a grounding force in the storm of fear that threatened to overtake me.

"You’re not alone in this," he whispered, his lips brushing the top of my head. "I’ve got you."

His words wrapped around me like a blanket, and somehow, I felt like the world outside us didn’t matter as much. It was just me and Kirk. The terrifying image of the nun, the creeping fear that had been suffocating me, started to fade into the background. As long as I had him with me, nothing seemed as scary.

I pulled back a little to look up at him, my eyes wide with a mixture of gratitude and affection.

"You’re really doing a great job of keeping me safe," I said, half-laughing, my voice still a little shaky.

Kirk smirked, adjusting his arm around me. "Well, it’s my job," he said with a wink. "Keeping you safe from movies and bad vibes—easy."

I laughed softly, the tension finally easing. "I guess I’ve got a pretty good bodyguard."

He chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead. "You bet you do."

For the rest of the movie, I stayed close to him, every time a scary moment came up, I buried my face in his arm again, but now there was a little less fear and a lot more laughter between us. His calm presence was enough to make the horror movie feel a little less terrifying, and every time I tensed up, Kirk was right there to calm me down, making me feel safe.

When the movie finally ended and the credits rolled, I let out a long breath. The tension that had been winding inside me slowly began to loosen, but I didn’t move right away. I stayed close to Kirk, my head resting on his shoulder, letting the safety of his embrace wash over me.

"That was... intense," I said, still a little breathless from the adrenaline.

Kirk smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "I think you were more scared than I was," he teased, but his voice was gentle, full of affection.

I laughed, the sound shaky but genuine. "Yeah... I guess so," I admitted. "But I’m really glad you were here with me."

He squeezed me a little tighter, his voice low and sincere. "I’ll always be here for you," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Nothing’s getting past me, babe”

"Awwww, thank you, Kirky," I murmured, giving him a soft, quick kiss on the cheek. His skin was warm beneath my lips, and I felt the corners of my mouth curl into a smile as I pulled away.

Kirk smiled back, his eyes softening as he rubbed the back of my neck. "Anything for you," he said, his voice low and sincere.

With him by my side, I knew I’d always be safe. The world could throw all the scares and shadows it wanted at me, but with Kirk, I was never alone in facing them.

[vaginalsauce]

Caught

warnings;

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

a/n;

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

summary;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That got their attention.

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

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

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

Lars shrugged, turning back to the TV.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You felt Kirk give a small thrust, just chuckling.

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

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

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

[aestas666]

The Interview [K. Hammett]

pairings: kirk hammett/female! reader

warning/s: smut, inappropriate language. MINORS DNI

-request via message of the reader interviewing kirk! (REQUESTS OPEN)

5:00 AM

That’s what the clock read as I blinked my eyes groggily. My body was still numb from sleep. The hours rushed by so fast it was as if I never slept.

“God, I have an interview.”  I thought as I rose from the soft duvet and headed toward the kitchen to make myself some coffee. I glanced at my apartment windows noticing the still dark sky. As the coffee maker softly hummed in the background, I pulled out my papers to look back into the history of the band I would interview later on.

METALLICA

That’s what was written as the headliner of the article I was reading in huge bold text.

Hopping into the shower I was rehearsing my questions, I had none prepared. That was the point of our brand. We intend to make things come up naturally and we invest on making sure we knew who we were talking to flat out.

“Should I look up a photo of them?” ... Shaking my head, I thought an element of surprise would be good.

After the shower I hurriedly rushed to my closet. “Should I dress in black? I mean- they’re a metal band. Am I supposed to look the part?” All these questions rushed in. I really should have prepared more the day before. I pulled out some black button long sleeves and some denim shorts with a black studded belt.

Downing the coffee in one go, I grabbed the keys of my car and rushed to the venue. It was in some room of the arena they were performing in. Call time was at 7:00 and it’s already 6:48.

Parking was easy, the lot was huge. I found myself running to the arena and into a hallway. Stopping at a door with 1507 written at the front.

I took a deep breath in and entered. The crew was in already. 2 guys named Michael and Jim. 

As soon as I walked in Jim (the cameraman) hit record. 

Only one guy was sitting on the chair, I looked back at Michael in confusion as he just nodded at me to go on. 

“Oh, um hi-” I extended my hand over the table as I took a seat down in front of him.

“Kirk. Kirk Hammett. Yeah, it’s just me, the guys are still sleeping.” He laughed softly as he shook my hand.

“Yeah sure, that’ll be fine. We could start the one-on-one interview now if you’d like?”

“Oh for sure yeah, you guys are the Ride or Die people, right? How does this work?” He looked at me with intent as I waved off Jim to stop filming.

“Yup that’s us. Basically, we ask general questions. Some fan questions that could get a liiitle too personal can come up and you have to answer honestly. That’s our whole gig.” He nodded, his mouth making a small “o”. 

“This’ll be interesting for sure. Never expected a cute girl from a name like Ride or Die actually.” His comment made me heat up; I mean. This man was gorgeous, he had such nice curls and an adorable smile. There was so much I wanted to-

“Hey. Are we starting?” Jim interrupted my thoughts as Kirk looked back at me, amused.

“Ah yeah- sorry. Start rolling.” He hit the record button as I once again extended my hand to the guitarist.

“(Y/N)”

“Pretty name, I’m uh. Kirk.” He grinned at the camera almost awkwardly.

“Renowned guitarist of Metallica. Wow it truly is an honor. How are you doing today, Kirk?”

“Haven’t had breakfast, the boys are sleeping, it’s 7:00 AM. I’m pretty good.” We both shared a laugh as we finished up some questions on the album, the band’s touring and his thoughts on the city.

“Now for the fun part. Fan questions. I’ve gathered some questions they are dying to know.” I enunciated the ‘dying’, watching him suddenly turn to stifle a small laugh.

“I’m kinda scared to be honest. They could get a little crazy.”

“You’ll be fine! This one is from Kacey, and she wants to know what your type in groupies are.” I cocked a brow at his furrowed ones.

“Wow. This one’ll need some deep thought.” He looked up as if he was reflecting. 

“Probably someone like her.” He nodded at me as I held my chest in pretend shock.

“I look like a groupie?” 

“You’d look good as one.” It was Michael's turn to chuckle as the camera whipped to him and I shot him a look.

“Who was the last person you had in bed?” I continued.

“Jesus. At least get me some breakfast first, wow.” He rubbed his face in embarrassment as he went on “Come with me and it could be you.” 

“God I would.” 

“What was that?” He shot me a look as if in shock.

“Huh?”

“You said you would. You’ve got some honesty there Ms. Interviewer.” He leaned in my direction as I mouthed a “cut that out” to Michael, who just rolled his eyes at me.

“This is the last question.” I stated as he clasped his hands together, awaiting.

“What place do you want to visit most?”

“Back to serious ones huh. Hawaii. It just looks so relaxing y’know.” 

“Well. Thanks Kirk. That’s all.” I glanced back at the 2 men who hurriedly sorted their gear back into place.

“Yeah, the rest of the band probably isn’t going to wake up any sooner.” Kirk called out to me as I rose from my seat to leave.

“Ah yeah that’s fine. I could come back some other time.” I put the notes I had back in my bag.

“I was serious by the way. I think you’re gorgeous.” My heart was suddenly pounding, I looked back to see both Jim and Michael gone. 

“Thanks, Kirk. You look goo..d” I mentally face palmed. I was dead nervous, and it was more than obvious.

“I don’t bite (Y/N). Come here.” He rose from the seat and approached me. He was taller, by some inches. He smelled like tobacco and a few hints of spearmint. 

“I’m sure you don’t.” I backed up toward a couch just at the end of the room.

“Relax. I’ll take care of you. Sit down.” He motioned toward the couch as he knelt on the ground. 

“Tell me. Do you want this?” 

Only a sicko wouldn’t want this. He was knelt before me and I just wanted to scream. “Yes please.” He grabbed my calves from the bottom as he softly trailed them on top of my knees. “Remove your shorts.” Quickly removing my belt, I looked away in embarrassment, I was still wearing my underwear and I was already flustered. Christ. “Pink panties? Thanks for dressing up for the interview I guess.” Kirk grinned, his fingers clasping at both sides and dragging the underwear down.

“Hey. I could stop anytime.” His brown eyes bore into mine as I shook my head with a clear no.

His rough hands caressed my thighs, opening my legs further. “You’re so wet already.” He dragged a finger down my slit and back up. Resting a hand on my stomach he licked a stripe and gave a coy smile at my flustered face. “Do you want me to stop?” His voice was almost a whisper as the pounding in my ears increased. 

He stood up and leaned toward me to give a kiss, his lips were soft and wet and strangely tasted like mint. Grabbing my waist, he sat next to me and pulled me up to his lap as he continued to feather my neck with small kisses. 

I lifted my hips as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, he raised his hand to gather the slick from my cunt and pumped himself, his breath hitching.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, please.” I breathed out as he gently placed both his hands on my hips and lowered my body to his tip. “Fuck.” He moaned out, stretching me as I whined at the foreign feeling. My eyes squeezed shut while he whispered reassuring words, dragging his other hand on the back of my head and pulling me closer. 

“It’s alright sweet girl, move when you’re ready.”

I rested my head on his shoulder as I raised my hips up slightly and started moving at a slow pace. Gaining the courage as I got used to the pressure, he met my bounces with a hard thrust each time. I moved my head up to look at him. His hair stuck at the sweat of his forehead and his blown eyes focused on his cock pounding my cunt. 

He flipped me over and was now on top, still pounding, chasing his high. My legs were over his arms now as I gasped at the new position. Placing his thumb on my clit, he rubbed small circles, his jaw slack. My eyebrows furrow as I feel my orgasm rushing. “C’mon, baby.” He leaned to kiss me again, suppressing my soft moans. 

“Fuck, Kirk. I’m close.” My eyes started to tear up as his pace quickened. He’s hitting my sweet spot over and over as I choked a moan and felt my body tense and slacken at my release. 

“Your pussy feels so fucking good. I’m close, baby.” He rambled as he rammed into me, and I felt him fill me up after his thrusts.

He pulled out as I swallowed at the feeling of loss. He knelt in front of me between my legs and laid his head on my stomach, breathless.

“Wanna interview me again sometime?” He looked up with the same cheeky grin.

“I’ll think about it.”

[thecitysgraveyard]

omg luv, i love the kirk cockwarming fic sm!! i was wonder if you can add on to it for me where he fucks you after? thank you, luv!! <3

ooh yesssssss hehe i'm glad you liked it :) and thank you for requesting and reblogging, sorry it took so long my writer's block still isn't completely gone <3

"you're doing so good love" he coos as your gummy walls start tightening around him

you whine and says kirk please wan' you to fuck me so bad, he tuts and looks at you like you're a kid who isn't obeying their parents "aw well you said it so nicely, I'll give it to you then" he smiles and keeps his guitar to the side

as he does, he can call your gummy walls tighten around him in excitement

"hm bunny is very excited isn't she?" he says his voice was sweet but the tone was condescending, you didn't mind and mindlessly nodded already wanting to cum

he puts his hands on your waist and slowly starts thrusting into you, all you could do was moan as he sped up, all this waiting on his cock for this was all you wanted

you whimpered and begged him to go faster, he groaned softly and said "m'little bunny's a little whore isn't she huh?" he said as he sped up even more

your brain was completely broken now, all you could think was how good it felt, it had taken over your brain

"mhm good girl" he said as your eyes rolled back as ripples of pleasure shoot through for body, and you blurted it out m'gonna cum

"hm hold it f'me, you can do that much can't you?" he said as he sped up even more, you don't know how but he did

now your brain was completely fried, you couldn't even nod, you just bounced on his cock with drool coming out for mouth like the little dumb thing you were

<3

[cryptic--writing]

HI 🦐🐺🧮🥤

1999 KIRK. VAMPIRE. YOU MEET HIM AT A CLUB. YOU DONT FIGURE OUT HES A VAMPIRE UNTIL U GET TO HIS PLACE. NASTY SEX. FROM THE BACK. FULL LENGTH MIRROR. BLOOD DRINKING. CHOKING.(?)

I’m a freak fr jus lmk 👅

hihi!

happy start of Halloween season!!!!! my fav time of year besides summer

highkey pissed at tumblr bc they wouldn't let me post but now they are

im typing all of this on the 24th but it wont be out until Monday prob (not nice enough to give y'all 2 fics in one day..)

also I'm reeditting this before it comes out so it comes out on Oct first bc vampire spooky and other ppl seem to do smut for cotover so if you know why or what that is lmk and perchance I could participate

anuyways this came out shitty but still post worthy and sorry for the wait!!

anyways

word count: 2k something

warnings: smut, drinking, choking, blood drinking, slight degradation, rough sex, poorly written smut, I'm prob forgetting some stuff so lmk

LATE NIGHT TREAT (1999)

I was wearing my best, well, not in the formal sense. My best clubbing clothes. Tight, sleek, short and revealing was my gorgeous black dress, small dark red stripes on the fabric. I had matching heels, a deep dark red. I was stunning, and it seems that the patrons of the club thought so as well, getting drinks offered by other men. None of them were interesting, the same losers who just wanted some fun for the night. Not that that wasn't what I was looking for, it just wasn't from them.

That was, until he offered me one.

“Mind if I get you a drink?” He asked. Something about him, so mysterious and alluring about him. His shoulder length black curls shone under the lights around us. I couldn't figure out what it was about him that was so…

“Yes, thank you,” I answered and he ordered for me.

“You here alone?” He asked, and I nodded.

“Mhm, just me,” I answered again.

“Really? No boyfriend? No nothing” He inquired.

“Yeah, seems so,” I answered with a soft giggle, he smiled.

“Im Kirk, by the way,” Kirk introduced himself.

“Nice to meet you then,” I answered back, smiling.

He nodded, “Mhm, nice to meet you too.. Y’know, I have a room at that fancy hotel down the street, maybe you'd wanna come with me..” Kirk offered in a sultry voice.

I smirked in response, “Sure, I wouldn't mind that at all..” I answered back, and we began to head to the hotel.

Once in his room, it wasn't long before things began to get heated. The door shut behind us and our lips met, gently at first before reaching a more passionate and deep level. Only knowing each other for mere minutes, though it felt like our bodies had known each other for centuries.

HE pushed me towards the bed, our mouths still ravishing each other, laying me down as he began to slip down my dress, my lace matching bra and panties being revealed to his hungry gaze, causing him to groan.

“Fuck, youre just..” He groaned out, beginning to work on his own clothes, stripping down to nothing. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of his hard and throbbing length, working on getting my lingerie off of me, each movement of his hands revealing a new piece of skin.

He unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts as he stared down at them, ogling. He leaned down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, moaning softly at the sensation, when I felt something sharp graze my sensitive skin, making me whine and arch into his touch before he pulled away, taking me into his sight.

There was something in his eyes, lust, desire, need, and another thing I couldn't exactly figure out. It wasn't human.

Kirk began to kiss his way down my body, starting and my neck and trailing down, licking and sucking occasionally, the sensations sending shivers down my spine until he reached the waistband of my lacy panties, looking up to makes eye contact as he bit on them, dragging them off of me with his teeth. The sight made me feel like I was getting wetter by the second, and I definitely was.

His eyes met my glistening cunt, and his pupils dilated.

“Soaked already, hm?” He teased with a grin, licking a stripe up my slit that made my back arch with a maon before he pulled away.

“Taste just as sweet as you look,” He murmured, “Get on fours,” Kirk instructed harshly, and I listened, getting on my hands and knees. Though, that wasn't enough for him, his hand being firmly placed on my back and pushing down, making me arch with my ass in the air, my face slumped into the sheets beneath me.

Kirk teased my hole with the tip, already dripping with precum before he reached down and gripped my hair tightly, pulling my head up, my eyes looking in the full length mirror in front of me.

“Eye contact, the full time. Needa see how nicely you can take my cock,” He purred, and I nodded.

Kirk began to push in, the size stretching my perfectly as I let out a loud moan as he bottomed out. He threw his head back, his mouth open, staring at him in the mirror, I saw something.

Two sharp teeth.

Two sharp canine teeth.

Vampires had become a threat as of recent, but I never heard of them just fucking pope. Maybe he was gonna kill me? I’d die happy.

He began pounding into me, hard and fast as he slapped my ass harshly, causing me to yelp out at the stinging sensation, sure that a mark of sorts would be left over.

Kirk's pace only increased, slamming into me harder and faster as I helplessly moaned and whimpered at his actions.

It was growing too much, my face burying itself back in the sheets before my head was yanked back up by my hair, another harsh slap on my skin.

“Did I say you could stop looking at me, hm?” He scolded me, pounding deeper as I moaned out in response. “Answer me baby, did I say you could stop?” Kirk asked, his tone dark.

I shook my head, “no..!” I moaned out before he let go of my hair.

“That's what I thought,” Kirk muttered before resuming pounding into me, searching for his own pleasure as I began to grow close to my release, fluttering around him as I strained my vocal chords from moaning, only able to muster out whimpers and whines.

Kirk didn't care about my exhaustion, only pounding harder as he grew closer and closer to his own release. He went deeper, harder, faster, hitting every spot in me he could reach, the sensations overwhelming me.

As if I couldn't grow anymore overstimulated, Kirk reached down and began to  toy with my sensitive clit, making me let out a sharp moan, whining and whimpering louder than before, his other hand reaching to snake around my neck, squeezing lightly as he choked me. Just hard enough to make me struggle to breathe and moan as loud.

“Shut up and take it, slut,” He degraded me, squeezing a bit tighter as he rubbed faster.

There was so much going on, tears began to fall from my eyes in pleasure and exhaustion, tightening around him further as I felt him lean forward, his mouth now near my ear as he gave a particularly hard squeeze to my neck, making me choke further before lessening his grip.

“Fuck, im gonna cum..” He warned in a loud groan, removing his hand from myu throat.

Then I felt a sharp pain in my neck, a piercing feeling as his hands were replaced by his sharp vampiric teeth, sucking the blood from my neck making me more and more woozy as I came all over his cock. 

He pulled away from my neck, “Gonna drain you and fill you up at the same time, hm?” He cooed in my ear as he latched his mouth back onto my neck, drinking more blood as he plowed into me one final time and sending his release through me.

Another moment later he pulled away from my neck, a hickey like bruise forming there from his harsh sucking. Kirk wiped his mouth, savoring the taste of my blood as he pulled out, looking at the mess of our combined fluids that now dripped out of me.

“Mmm, we'll have to do that again sometime. Taste just as good as you look,” Kirk complemented, heading into the bathroom to clean up, leaving me there, an exhausted mess that was spent from the means of a vampire.

[mustainegf]

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

Photo for ref

Love you Elena!!!💗

YESSS DUDE I LOVE THESE ONES WITH THE CHOICES

𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 ¹⁹⁸⁵

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Am I?" I managed out.

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

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

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

The only question: who would it be?

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

Who do I choose?

[reincarnationoftheparty]

I’m gonna tickle him istg

[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.

[distorted59]

please elaborate on the dracula monster rp you mentioned in your kirk headcanons…PLEASE!!

YES OMG!!!! THANK YOU SM FOR ASKING THIS!!!!

this idea has been FEEDING my vampire kirk brain rot so well, esp those fanarts on insta👹👹 really check out @ fuzzsux on insta CAUSE THE ART IS SO GOOD!!!

anyways..... HERE'S MY IDEA FOR IT (any era works tbh)

Bite me please

summary: Kirk wants to play dracula and he wants you to play his bride...

pairing: '93!kirk x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw/smut, biting, roleplay, use of safe words,

word count: 1158

A/N: i was debating wether to make this really kinky or nah.

you'd always known Kirk's favorite monster were vampires. especially Dracula and it's whole story arc. he's a hopeless romantic with a dark kinky side. which you don't mind at all, of course.

he loves the idea of him being a powerful, mind infiltrating, seductive, blood sucking creature. who would stalk you, love you, claim you, and mark you as his bride.

it would start with him biting your neck for fun, not real harshly or anything. just some playful bites. and you seem to like them. he would get all excited and wanted to ask you right away, because this has been on his mind for a while now.

but, he still sorta backs out. you see he wants to ask you something, so you do it first.

"baby? what's wrong?" you slide your hand over his back. "Something on your mind?"

"yeah, actually." he has a wide smile on his face, which slowly turns into a smirk. "would you be interested in... uhh... roleplay?"

your eyes widen a bit and your breath hitches. you have a puzzled look on your face and let out a short giggle.

"what'd you have in mind?" you grin back.

"what do you think?" he leans down and bites your neck again, harder this time.

"do you want to drain me from my blood, Count Dracula?" you say in a bad, sensual transylvanian accent.

"oh..." Kirk groans and lets out a breathy chuckle against your neck. "i'd like to drain you from something else too."

you moan softly as he places more sloppy kisses on your neck, going up to your jaw and eventually kisses your lips.

"i'll take that as a yes, hm?" his eyes show a dark gaze, you can see the passion and lust in them.

"yes."

⋆♱✮☽🦇☽✮♰⋆

you're walking around the house, wearing some leathery outfit. which Kirk had picked out for you. along with a tight, blood red corset that is hugging your figure.

"so much for classic." you mumble to yourself. the house is dark and to be honest, you feel a little.... scared.

you don't know if it's the excitement bubbling in your lower belly or the actual thought of being haunted by your boyfriend...

"Kirk?" you call out faintly, looking around for him. "are you gonna jump out and attack me or something?" you say jokingly.

"that all depends, my love." Kirk's dark voice whispers to you, you can feel his breath against your neck.

you turn around and he immediately grabs you and slams you against the wall. he starts kissing your neck and leaving a few bites here and there. he moves down and starts biting on your collarbone, he looks up at you through his eyelashes.

he's wearing a ruffled blouse and a pair of black dress pants you've never seen him wear before. His chest glistens through the low cut shirt, a few faint love bites visible.

"color?" he whispers.

"green..." you breathe out.

"I'm going to drain you and make you mine." he growls. then, he drags you by your arm and pulls you into your shared bedroom. he pushes you on the bed and you scramble back against the headboard.

"w-what are you going to do to me?" you try to sound scared and get into your role as the 'victim'.

"look at you, scared little thing." he tuts and crawls over to you. "you're going to be my bride." his eyes shine with passion and power. you actually feel thrilled.

"are you going to hurt me?" you look into his eyes.

"just for a bit, darling." he tugs on the laces of your corset. "i'll make you think of something else."

Kirk nuzzles his face in your neck and drags his nose slowly down your collar bone and towards your breasts.

"you smell so fucking good." he groans.

you can only respond with a moan and your hands make way through his hair.

"hmm, are you ready, my love?" he kisses your jaw.

"please." you nod.

he pulls down your pants along with your panties and he's taking his sweet time with it too. he grins teasingly at you and slowly slides his hands up your legs and thighs.

"Kirk..." you whine.

"gonna mark you, my love"

he pulls down his pants and boxers and pumps his throbbing cock slowly, he slides it between your pussy lips and the both of you moan and shiver with pleasure.

"you're already wet enough for me, love." he decides to pull back and slide his fingers inside of your dripping cunt first. "and i didn't even really touch you yet..."

"k-kirk!" you moan as he stretches you out by adding a second finger. he curls them up and you gasp, letting your head fall back.

"there, all ready for me." he groans and lines himself up with your cunt.

he slides in and starts biting your neck harshly, you let out a moan that's mixed with pain and pleasure. you're positive you'll have a bruised neck with bite marks in the morning.

normally he's quite the one to talk, but he's too busy fucking and sinking his teeth into you. too pussy drunk to function.

Kirk's hips slam against yours, his moans muffled by your skin as yours are the only ones that fills the room. your whines drive him insane and he bites you harder.

"color?" he growls, his sweet intention gives you butterflies. but his cock pumping into you make them flutter away.

"nghh- gr-green!" the biting hurts but you like it. you swear if he keeps going, he might draw blood.

he bites different spots and sucks on them too, it drives you fucking insane and pushes you over the edge.

he keeps up a steady rhythm and feels you squeeze around him, he stops biting you and kisses you passionately.

"are you going to cum?" he grins, his lips red from marking you up.

you nod as tears stream down your face, the pleasure becoming too much for you.

"cum for me, my love."

you moan his name as your orgasm washes over you, Kirk keeps pumping into you like a wild dog in rut. he moans and grits his teeth, needing to bite on something.

"use me, bite me." you whine.

he bites down on the other side of your neck and cums inside of you, you can feel it shooting up inside you and he twitches like crazy.

he lets go of your neck and falls on top of you. he takes a few breaths and rolls over on his back, pulling you on top of him.

the two of you lay in each others arms and try to calm down.

"that was fucking amazing." he breathes out. "i love you so much, baby." he kisses your temple.

"was.. so good.." you murmur, feeling absolutely exhausted.

"it was." he grins.

he slides his fingers over the bite marks carefully, and smirks proudly.

you feel yourself drifting off, feeling safe in the arms of your monster-loving boyfriend.

"i want to really taste you next time."