#kirk the short change

[whole-fruit-pie]

Toontown Oc voice claims

A few months back, I made two videos concerning voice claims for a couple of my cog ocs and a video for Bluebell's voice claim. so here they are!

the voice clips for Bluebell's vc comes from various episodes from the English dub of Revolutionary Girl Utena, with Utena being voiced by Rachael Lillis.

[jonberry555]

NEW YOUTUBE SHORTS -- Star Trek: Strange New Worlds Season 2 Episode 3 - Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow REVIEW

La’An is the Romantic Lead of the Episode not Kirk #startrek #strangenewworlds #shorts

Kirk is reluctant to change the Timeline to LaAn’s timeline until he learn that his brother is Alive

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

No Nut November - Kirk

A/n: I have decided I'm focusing on unfinished series' first and I will deal with requests later because holy fuck I have a lot and I am ✨overwhelmed✨ so bear with me 🥹

Warnings: Smut, semipublic sex?, oral (m receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Intro

It was barely a week into you staying with Metallica and the guys were all struggling. Kirk was having an especially hard time, partially because you were going after him first.

Kirk was the youngest, the calmest... honestly, he just seemed like an easy target.

He never acted on his thoughts, not that you knew of anyway, but you could see the cracks in his jokes, how he rarely made eye contact with you, left his eyes on you a second or two longer than he should've.

You were making yourself a little midnight snack in the dark, hoping that would keep people asleep since you hadn't felt like dressing up or anything. Also, your midnight snack was utterly atrocious, as is the way with the best of them, and you didn't need people coming in on that.

However, the light flicked on and you turned to see Kirk staring at you wide eyed. Shorts that weren't quite long enough and no shirt, just your bra because it was fucking hot this time of year.

"Hi." You said simply, just to break the awkward silence. Kirk's attention snapped up to your eyes and he smiled at you, crooked teeth and all.

"Hi." He replied, trying to keep his tone normal. "What are you doing?" He asked, coming closer to you.

"Making a snack." You said, continuing to work on your food.

"In the dark?" You chewed your cheek before shrugging.

"Dark doesn't scare me." You said, then you thought for a moment. "Does it scare you?"

"What?" He asked, giving you a look like he was more scared you'd genuinely think that of him. "No, of course not, why would I be scared of the dark?"

You shrugged and sucked your teeth. "I don't know, you watch a lot of horror movies, you might've thought I was some kind of demon."

"Oh, totally." He said with a soft laughter. "You know, I thought you were actually Freddie Kreuger out to get me."

"Right, right, so you came to get me first?" You asked, brow raised at him.

Kirk's mouth opened to say something but he cut himself off. "What the hell are you making?" He asked, changing the subject.

You explained your midnight snack of choice, by that time Kirk got hungry and since you were talking about horror movies he suggested you watched one with him right then. Perfect conditions, middle of the night, everyone sleeping, and you had snacks. Really, there wasn't much too it.

He set up a movie while you got to work on popcorn.

When you came over to him he was all set up on the couch with a blanket and everything. There was tons of space, the whole rest of the couch and other chairs, hell, you could've sat on the floor if you wanted. But you had a plan, and you were going to stick to it.

You sat right beside Kirk, curling up to him. Hesitantly, he returned your little act of affection and held you to his side, squeezing you gently whenever something even remotely scary happened.

You weren't too focused on the movie, you were more interested in what you could get kirk to do. You started rubbing your hand up and down his thigh, listening to his breath hitching and catching his small glimpses down to you.

He didn't stop you from pushing his shorts down and palming his hard-on through his boxers. Soft moans left him, lips parted and eyes looking dazed at the feeling.

You pushed the blanket off of the both of you and slipped off of the couch and onto your knees in front of him. Kirk looked around frantically. "We-we can't. What if-" He was cut off by a moan, which he covered by slapping a hand over his mouth.

You were pulling his shorts and boxers down, his cock springing free and hitting his abdomen, already red and leaky with pre-cum. "Don't worry," you said, trailing a finger up his length, "no one's coming down. The lights are off, they won't even notice us."

"What about the movie?" He mumbled. You glanced over you shoulder at the movie still playing.

"Then they'll notice you." You said with a shrug. He didn't look too convinced but he definitely relaxed when you took him into your mouth. He didn't care of someone came and saw you, he barely cared enough to cover his mouth as your head bobbed up and down on him, slurping, sucking and licking on him.

He spread his legs further and his hand went to the back of your head, guiding you on him, not that you needed it. His hips bucked up, pushing him deeper into your throat.

You felt him pulsing, veins on your tongue, tip hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes watered and drool dripped out the corners of your mouth. You kept your eyes on him, watching him carefully and taking mental snapshots of his expressions.

You heard noises coming from upstairs, Kirk did as well. "Stop, we have to-to stop." He said, voice breathless. Despite his words he kept pushing you back down, keeping himself in you. "Someone's gonna- fuck-!" He squeaked, holding a hand over his mouth tighter.

His body seemed to flare up, weakly trying to push you away while simultaneously holding you in place, hot cum spurting down your throat.

You pulled the blanket over you and Kirk pulled a few pillows over in a feeble attempt to cover you before the lights flicked on showed Lars standing by the stairs, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Fuck are you doing?" He grumbled, accent painfully strong with sleep.

"Watching the, uh..." Kirk stammered, pointing to the TV which still had the horror movie going.

Lars stared at him, there was no way he didn't notice the strange lump on Kirk's lap but he didn't bring it up and just nodded. "Go to sleep, weirdo." He grumbled, turning the lights back off and heading back upstairs.

You waited to here the door to Lars's room close before pushing the blanket off of you once more, finally pulling away from Kirk and wiping your mouth.

You stood and pushed your shorts and soaked panties down before sitting next to kirk. "My turn~" You said, grinning widely. How could he say no?

[nalyra-dreaming]

Comments on episode 2x02 - aka episode 9!

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Intro change!! Love it!!

The coven immediately tracking them but Claudia and Louis not noticing for FIVE MONTHS?! Sweeties!!! Come ON! This is Paris! You know? “Paris? No!“????

But the ribbing about it is EVERYTHING

Sitting on the statue made me laugh out loud

I‘m living for the vaguely bitchy bantering between Armand and Louis!!! Yesssss 🙌

And Daniel not buying it lol

Loved the little moment re the racism (callout) there

Armand and the jab re Lestat - LOL (oh god he is being so PETTY)

Armand needling Louis lmao

The coffins beneath the beds - clever

Poor pidgeons

GO DANIEL!

The interjections with Daniel‘s memories - shivers down my spine!!!

CLAUDIA SAYING SHE NEED A NEW BRAIN IN HER HEAD?!!!!! I FUCKING HATE THEM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 God the foreshadowing

Madeleine and Claudia (and the dress 😭)

Daniel lecturing them about the gloves!!! I remember a post about this when s1 aired, because yes!!!! GOD THE DETAILS

Oh Louis. His photos. Going to that park to… watch?! Or snack and taste the lust in the blood?!!

Okay the groan and the elictricity … manifestations are definitely related to Armand.

They‘re very cute there on the couch in Dubai! If only Daniel would buy it lol. Also Louis‘ face when Armand says he never harmed him - oof. Pain and harm (for others) incoming 😭

God Armand seemed smitten indeed

The theater. HOLY SHIT. God they ate horrifically and left no crumbs.

Armand is maître. No hiding behind Santiago after all

Claudia choosing Bruce. Oy. Also Louis‘ face seeing the portrait

Daniel after had me laughing tears. Honestly. Drag them 🤣🤣🤣

Armand saying he fucked Lestat. Nawwww sweetie 😆

Louis going to Roget‘s to check if Lestat is actually dead. I… god. Honey.

Also: A part of the real Lestat!!!!!!!! I had not expected this (something similar yes, but THIS)??? GOD!! And Sam‘s presentation of it. Holy Hell. And making Louis his beneficiary. Right in the feels. “My Louis“. 😭😭😭😭 Mentioning the veil between them!!! Asking Louis not to give in to revenge!! But live his life 😭😭😭 FUCKING DEVASTATING 😭😭😭

The blood tears

Also Roget proposing Lestat is sleeping?!!!!!!!!! Does this Roget know?!!!

Whoa Daniel calling rebound

And Louis lashing out making Daniel remember Armand!!! HOLY MOLY

Louis called Daniel “Danny“

That smile Louis smiled there was vicious. Another little chip of surface humanity gone

Murder Mansion. Sex on motorbikes. It feels feverish.

Ohhhhhhhhh the flirtation. And Armand cutting it short by warning him and pushing Louis towards his shortcomings vampire-wise. OUCH. And also Armand commenting on her body and mind. Beheadings going on behind them. Oof.

The episode ending with a scream and the smile draining from Louis‘ face. Ruthless foreshadowing.

Next episode preview!!!

1556… the way they redirect for these snippets is interesting

Nicolas!!!!

God that gaze between Lestat and Armand is … *fans self*

Catacombs. Does Armand really show / (try to) teach LOUIS the fire gift? 😬

Justin fucking Kirk talking about the Great Conversion in broad daylight. Ohhhhhh I‘m still calling red herring lol.

Louis throwing Lestat against the wall 😈

Armand challenging Louis 🙌

Agh.

INCREDIBLE.

[xanticore]

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

Genre: Slight smut and angst

Warnings: Dirty talk, mentions of alcohol. age gap. Kirk is 35 / you are 22 Strong language. Some violence-

Setting: Mid to late 90s. Reload era. Kirk having his peircing and shit.

Summary: You and Kirk have been on and off with each other for awhile. You guys aren't exactly together but he can still get jealous when another man decides to hit on you. A slight argument breaks out and one thing lead to another, he's making you squirt aggressively.

Rockstar!reader

It was end of the vma's and was time to hit the after party. We were in New York and won music video of the year. It had my heart in so much unnecessary anxiety about if my band was going to win that grand award or not. The overthinking was off my shoulders and all I cared about was getting to those damn parties. Our band was currently in a limo, and the members had bought girls on board. I didn't really care for her as she was touching and caressing my body. I was uninterested.

The only girl I wanted was the lead singer from the new band, RozariE. The first time she caught my attention was when I was back at home having mtv music videos play, as I occupied myself cleaning my guitars. The singer was so mesmerizing and so fucking sexy. She was everything I looked for in a woman. I watched her band perform and the way she wore her stage outfit had me shaking my head. I couldn't handle it...and it honestly pissed me off.

I thought about the first time we met, first time we kissed, fucked..it was all surreal. She was mine but it was hard for me to call her such things as their manager tend to be overprotective of the girls. He had all right to be but fuck. We never properly discussed what we were but the amount of times we would see each other...110% of the time sex was involved mostly-as if we were just friends with benefits and nothing more.

But tonight, I wanted that changed. We finally arrived to the destination and thankfully the girl took the hint. We all got out the limo and walked into the club. Music blasting of the newest pop hits. Every celebrity from the vma's was here, getting high and drunk out their fucking minds. Everyone dancing the night away letting lose and being carefree.

The band eventually went their separate ways and I went to the bar to order myself a quick drink to start my night. I leaned against the bar looking at the crowded area and my eyes landed on her. She had an outfit change and damn it-i wanted to rip that expensive fabric right off. She was wearing a short black dress-silk I assume how the light reflected off it and some classic black leather boots that goes up to her knees.

I was having the time of my life just watching my prey from afar...until someone came in the picture. A random club goer started dancing and touching up on her. I didn't react too soon, but I had my glare on him. Her arms went around his neck and now I was watching them kiss right in front of me.

I nearly broke the glass from squeezing it too hard but eventually let it go before cutting myself up. I finished my drink; leaving the cup behind as I sped walked towards them. Without much thinking, I punched the guy in the face. People were to fucking drunk to notice and it was fine by me. He was knocked out cold and soon felt a sting on my cheek. She slapped me.

"What the hell Kirk!"

I didn't say a word to her but dragged her out to a more private area..also ignoring the fact she was hitting the shit out of me on my arm. I let her go and now we were standing face to face.

"Care to explain what the fuck you were doing?" I nearly raised my voice.

"Uhm!! having fun? That's what 20 year olds do!-"

"Kissing him shouldn't be a fucking option, actually kissing anyone that isn't me isn't an option (name)"

"Excuse me? last time I checked- we aren't fucking together? You shouldn't even think twice of what I do!"

That was my green light. I wanted her to myself. I smashed my lips against hers and felt her recipricate. I pulled her closer and her arms were rightfully around my neck. I pulled away dragging her to a random room and it wasn't all that great. It was a supply closet but all I needed was to do something quick with her.

I locked the closet door and she eagerly pulled me back for that kiss. I touched her all over her body; feeling her soft skin. I wasn't going to fuck her here...no. I wanted to wait until we were back at the hotel. I slipped my hands in her panties and felt her already so wet.

"Sweetheart. You're so wet. I didn't do much but touch your pretty body of yours. Let me take care of you.."

She whimpered softly as i made little circles on her clit. I connected my lips with her neck, sucking and leaving marks on her skin. Soon enough, I inserted my ring and middle finger into her. I wasted no time for her to process as I began to finger her aggressively. She was a whining and moaning mess just how I like it with her.

"Fuck..."

"You like that huh? My princess. You're mines only. You got that sweet thing" I whispered in her ear, biting her lobe afterwards." I had no intention of stopping whatsoever but I knew I was sending her over the edge. "You were thinking about me were you? Say yes.."

"Yes..fuck" She moaned out. Her hands went down to my wrist but I smacked it away. I was in need of wanting to taste her but I knew it'll end up with me ramming my cock into her. "Kirk...baby- i'm gonna cum-"

"Cum baby. Cum all over my fingers like the slut you are." She did just that. Squirting all over my hands and some of my clothes. She was spilling all over the place and I couldn't help but chuckle. I soon stopped, sliding my fingers out to rub her clit again slowly. We ghosted each others lips letting her bite my bottom lip.

"Listen here sweetheart. I want you to come to my hotel tonight because we are not finished. I don't fucking care what your manager says, you understand me?"

"Yes sir."

"You're mine and will always be mine. Don't touch no one else..you hear me? Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir..."

"Good girl. Now, let's get you cleaned up and leave this mess for someone else~"

a/n: I seriously hope yall like this, if not, I could always rewrite it of course.

dividers: cr to owners

[bl00dycraniumm]

KIRK HAMMETT

eyeliner and kisses, x male reader (🍒)

★ just a short thing cus i love eyeliner kirk

warnings; mlm, just kissing

words; 504

kirk was getting ready for a photoshoot, sitting on the bed with a little mirror in one hand and an eyeliner pencil in the other. kirk was a little new to eyeliner, considering he recently changed his style a little. he looked determined, but unsure of where or how to start.

i chuckle softly, "do you want help?" kirk lets out a defeated sigh, "yeah, that'd be great.." i take the mirror from him, setting it aside as i crawl into his lap, grabbing the eyeliner pencil from him. i couldn't help but press a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away to start. one of my hands cup his cheek to keep him in place, slowly and carefully drawing on his eyeliner. i get halfway with his eye before pausing to press another kiss to his lips.

kirk chuckles, his hands coming up to rest on my hips. when i pull back he smiles, "come on, get back to work, man." he teases. "alright, alright.." i laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek before getting back to work. once i finished his eyeliner on that side, i paused to press another kiss to his lips before pulling away.

kirk wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me back in for a kiss. i can’t help but smile a little, chuckling softly. when kirk pulls away, he says, “i love you..” this wasn’t the first he’s said this, but it felt like it, butterflies swarming around my stomach. i press a kiss to the corner of his lips, “i love you more.”

“not possible.” kirk says back, his eyes trailing over my features until they stop on mine. “very possible.” i chuckle as he pulls me even closer, “quit being difficult, baby. i love you more.”

“i’m not being dfficult, i’m being honest.”

he rolls his eyes, laughing…and then we started wrestling, but it didn’t really last long. i had pushed him onto his back before he just gave up, pressing a kiss to my lips. i kiss back softly before sitting up again and starting to work on his other eye while he watched me the whole time.

when i was done, i can’t help but press another soft kiss to his lips, “all done.” suddenly, he flips us over, my back hitting the mattress. i felt him press kisses to my neck, “you’re so helpful..” he murmured. i laugh softly, my legs wrapping around his waist. his kisses trail back up to my lips, my fingers tangling in his short curls.

kirks hand comes up to cup my cheek, deepening the kiss more. eventually, he pulls away for air, leaving us both panting. i peck his lips one last time, “alright, you’ve got a photoshoot to be at…”

kirk chuckles, his hand lingering on my cheek for a few more seconds before pulling away, “we’re continuing this when i get home.” he says, teasingly pointing his finger at me. “oh, yeah?” i laugh softly, raising my eyebrows. “mhm..definetly.”

꧁ written by bl00dycraniumm ꧂

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[philon-awards]

PHILON AWARDS 2024: Nominations are open!!

After last year's successful relaunch of this beautiful celebration of fannish creativity, KiScon is honoured to once again host the Philon Awards. Established by Jenna Sinclair and Shelley Butler in 1997, they originally were an annual event organised by The K/S Press to honour outstanding authors and artists in K/S fandom. With the permission and support of Jenna and Shelley, KiScon is happy to continue this tradition.

There are 8 categories:

Short fic (word count under 10K)

Long fic (word count 10K-50K)

Novella/novel (word count over 50K)

Podfic

Traditional Art

Digital Art

Poetry

Zines

For each category the voters will determine a Gold (first place) and a Silver (second place) winner.

Rules

Nominating and Voting:

Nominations are open until 31 August, 2024. Each fan can nominate up to 3 works per category, but you cannot nominate the same work twice.

For a work to make it onto the voting ballot, it needs at least 3 nominations. Before we add it to the ballot, we will get in touch with the creator to ask whether they are fine with this!

Voting is open from 10 September to 27 October, 2024.

The winners will be announced during KiScon 2024. Each winner will receive a certificate and a small prize.

Nominating and voting both take place via Google Forms, and you need to be logged in in order to submit the form; this ensures that people do not nominate or vote multiple times for the same work. If we suspect sockpuppet activity, we will get in touch for clarification. We keep the nomination and voting process completely confidential! Only the KiScon concom will see the submitted forms.

While *we* won't talk about who nominated what, *you* can still discuss your faves and promote them, if you feel comfortable doing so. Making fellow fans aware of great works and sharing why you love and want to nominate them, is encouraged.

You can submit the nominations form only once, but you can edit your responses if you need to add or change something (just follow the link in the email you receive after submitting the form). Please make sure to include every fanwork you want to see on the shortlist. You cannot edit your responses after nominations have closed.

To answer a question we received last year: yes, you can nominate (and vote for) your own work(s). We won't judge you. ;-)

Fanworks:

The work must focus on the pairing Kirk/Spock or Kirk & Spock. Slash (romantic and/or sexual relationship) and gen (friendship) are equally eligible. If a fic includes Kirk and/or Spock in relationships with other characters, be they canonical or original, this does not disqualify the work for the Philon Awards, as long as the focus is clearly on Kirk and Spock's relationship.

Art must feature Kirk or Spock or both of them; additional characters in the artwork are allowed, but no depiction of Kirk/Other or Spock/Other.

All universes are welcome: TOS (series and movies), TAS, and reboot, Discovery and Strange New Worlds. AUs and mirror universe are equally allowed. Crossovers between different Trek franchises or between Trek and other media are permitted, as long as Kirk and Spock are the work’s main characters.

RPF works (e.g. Shatnoy) are not eligible.

All ratings and genres are allowed. If a work among your nominations includes strong elements that would merit a warning on the AO3 (e.g. rape, major character death etc.), we'd appreciate a heads-up on the nominations form, so that we can make sure to include the warning on the shortlist.

The work must be complete. It can be part of a series, but the work itself must not be a WIP (missing chapters or a draft/unfinished sketch).

The work must have been created and published (print or online) after last year's nomination period. So everything from 1 September 2023 onwards until the end of the current nomination phase (31 August 2024) is eligible. Reprints or uploads of earlier works (e.g. a fic you wrote and published a few years ago and uploaded to the AO3 only recently) cannot take part in this contest. If a multi-chapter fic was started earlier, but the date of completion falls within the eligible range, then it can also be nominated.

For podfic the creation/publication date of the actual podfic counts, not of the written fic that inspired it.

AI-generated fic is NOT allowed.

Traditional art means that it was hand-drawn or hand-painted; scanning or photographing the finished work in order to publish it online is allowed, of course.

With digital art, we mean art that was created by a fan artist directly on a tablet or computer, or art that started out as hand-drawn and underwent significant digital alterations in the next steps. We do NOT allow AI-generated art! Manips based on still images or photos of the actors are not eligible in this contest.

Zines: Both e-zines and print zines published between 1 September 2023 and 31 August 2024 are eligible.

Last but not least: these awards are meant to be fun and a celebration of the K/S fandom. The shortlist will double as lovely rec list! We get to talk about our faves and let the creators know that we love their works.

You can fill in the nominations form embedded on the KiScon website, or (if your device does not display it properly) you can find it directly at this link.

[mustainegf]

Kirk Hammett with a breeding kink. And when he succeeds in getting his lady pregnant, he gets extra horny and needs to fuck her all the time about it, especially as her belly gets bigger and bigger with his baby.

Kirk totally has a breeding kink, u cant change my mind

So sorry if it’s kinda short !! :(

Kirk and I had always shared a deep, passionate connection, but that night took it to another level.

We were in his apartment, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. The air was thick with lust, and every touch, every kiss, sent electric shivers down my spine.

“I can’t wait to fill you up,” Kirk murmured against my ear, his voice husky and filled with desire. I felt a rush of heat flood my body at his words.

Kirk had always been vocal about his breeding kink, but hearing him say it in such a raw, intimate moment was different. It stirred something deep within me.

His hands roamed over my body, his touch both tender and possessive. As he kissed me deeply, I could feel the intensity of his need. “You’re going to take all of me, every last drop,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my neck.

The words sent a wave of arousal through me, and I clung to him, needing him as much as he needed me.

Kirk’s eyes burned with a primal desire, and I found myself melting under his gaze.

When he finally entered me, it felt like the world stopped. Each thrust was harsh, filled with purpose, as he whispered filthy promises about filling me with his cum.

“I’m going to breed you, fill you up so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly. The raw passion in his voice sent me over the edge, and I lost myself in the overwhelming pleasure.

After we finished, we lay there, a tangle of sweaty, satisfied limbs.

Kirk kissed my forehead tenderly, and I couldn’t help but smile, feeling more connected to him than ever.

A month later, I stood in the bathroom, staring at the positive pregnancy test in my hand. My heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

I knew how much Kirk wanted this, and part of me had secretly hoped for it too.

“Kirk,” I called out, my voice trembling slightly. He appeared in the doorway, concern flashing across his face until he saw the test in my hand.

“Is that…?” he trailed off, his eyes widening in realization.

“I’m pregnant,” I confirmed, my voice barely a whisper. A wide grin spread across his face, and he pulled me into a tight embrace.

“We’re having a baby,” he murmured against my hair, his voice filled with wonder and joy. “I’m so happy, holy shit...”

As my pregnancy progressed, I noticed a change in Kirk. He was more attentive, more loving, but there was also a new intensity in his desire. He couldn’t seem to get enough of my growing body.

One evening, as I stood in front of the mirror, admiring the slight swell of my belly, Kirk came up behind me. His hands slid over my growing curves, his touch sending a shiver down my spine.

“You look so beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with arousal. “Seeing you pregnant with our child turns me on so much.”

I blushed, feeling a surge of desire at his words. Kirk’s hands roamed over my belly, then higher to my swollen breasts. “I can’t help it,” he admitted, his breath hot against my ear. “I just want you so bad.”

Before I could respond, he turned me around, his lips capturing mine in a deep, hungry kiss. He guided me to the bed, his touch gentle yet insistent.

As he made love to me, his hands caressed my growing belly, and he whispered how much he loved seeing me like this, how much he wanted to fill me up again and again.

Each time we were together, his desire for my pregnant body seemed to grow stronger. He loved the way my belly swelled, the way my breasts grew fuller, it’s like he couldn’t get enough of me. His hands were always on me, his lips worshiping every new curve.

One night, as we lay in bed after yet another intense session of lovemaking, Kirk rested his hand on my belly, feeling the slight movements of our baby. “I can’t believe we made this,” he said, his voice filled with awe. “You’re so beautiful, carrying our child.”

His words made my heart swell with love and desire. “I love you,” I whispered, my hand covering his.

“I love you too,” he replied, leaning down to kiss me softly. “And I love our baby.”

And as I felt our baby move inside me, I knew that we were building something beautiful together, a family built on love, passion, and unbreakable bonds.

[the-hottest-band-tournament]

Round Six of The Hottest 80s Band Tournament

Queen

Defeated opponents: Green Day, Earth, Wind & Fire, The Psychedelic Furs, R.E.M., Duran Duran

Formed in: 1970

Genres: rock, glam-rock, hard rock, pop-rock, pop, disco

Lineup: Freddie Mercury- vocals 

Brian May- guitar 

John Deacon- bass 

Roger Taylor- drums 

Albums from the 80s: 

The Game (1980)

Hot Space (1982)

Flash Gordon (1982)

The Works (1984)

A Kind Of Magic (1986)

The Miracle (1989)

Propaganda: “HAVE YOU SEEEEN THEMMMM???? these men never lost their looks as they aged. smoking hot 20 somethings to smoking hot 40 somethings. in their own words, "we was glam" and "we were all stunning". all four had impeccable style choices 99% of the time, from leather jackets and wraps to monochrome to undone blazers and ties to brightly coloured /everything/. Deacon changed his hair style every few years and even in just tshirts and booty shorts, never missed. Roger had a sleazy mullet and sunglasses for what felt like forever, hot Persian dad, did not miss. Brian forgot how to fully button shirts. bell bottoms. same hair for 50 years. no misses. even after Freddie got sick and started wearing makeup and had to grow a beard to cover up, MAN NEVER FUCKIN MISSED. he was beautiful to the day he died. and thats not even touching on the leather daddy look from the early 80s.king shit. we love wrinkles and laugh lines in this gd house. if they don't sweep I’m blowing this whole website up we was glam”

“a few years back i was obsessed with these guys and i would find it hard to not have a crush on all of them. in the 80s especially Brian was GORGEOUS.. BEAUTIFUL”

INXS

Defeated opponents: .38 Special, The Beastie Boys, Poison, Van Halen, Talking Heads

Formed in: 1977

Genres: New wave, pub rock, dance-rock, funk rock, alternative rock

Lineup: Michael Hutchence– lead vocals, backing vocals

Andrew Farriss– keyboards, guitars

Tim Farriss– guitars

Kirk Pengilly– guitars, saxophone, backing vocals

Garry Gary Beers– bass, backing vocals

Jon Farriss– drums, percussion, backing vocals

Albums from the 80s:

INXS (1980)

Underneath the Colours (1981)

Shabooh Shoobah (1982)

Dekadance EP (1983 & 1984) (two completely different releases by the same name)

The Swing (1984)

Listen Like Thieves (1985)

Kick (1987)

Propaganda: Just got two words: Devil Inside.

Visual propaganda for Queen:

Visual propaganda for INXS:

[whole-fruit-pie]

Follow up to this ask comic.

Sorry this took so long to do, I was recovering from a really bad cold.

[ihavenolife346]

❥☆My Girl☆❥

Pairing: Lars Ulrich and F!reader

Warnings: Swearing and arguing

Summary: James and Lars got into one of their arguments and James finally hit Lars’s breaking point.

James and Lars couldn’t even remember what they were arguing about this time, somehow it got to the topic of Y/N, Lars’s girlfriend and James’s best friend. But everyone could tell it got heated fast. They were in each others faces, they were screaming at one another, Kirk and Jason were amazed neither one of them had punch the other yet.

“Well at least I actually give a shit about Y/N unlike you, her fucking boyfriend!!!” James yelled, watching Lars’s eyes go from angry, to incredibly pissed off.

“The Fock do you mean by that James?!” Lars threw his hand in the air.

“You say you love her, but you fucking don’t! You don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself! You put her through way too much to actually love her!!” James didn’t even know why he was saying that, his anger was getting the best of him.

The second James spoke, Lars wasn’t angry anymore, he felt himself break at James’s words. Did you think he didn’t love you? Did you think he made you deal with to much to actually love you? Lars felt like he was about to cry, he just stood there staring blankly at James. “Fock you man…” Lars mumbled out, turning around to leave the room without another word.

“Not fucking cool man.” Lars had heard Kirk begin to scold James as he hurried out of the building.

Lars knew he was as asshole sometimes, but whenever he was an asshole to you, he always apologized, he never did mean to he a dick, he was typically just having a bad day, you seemed to know that. Lars knew it was late, probably close to midnight, he knew you would be asleep by now, but he needed to get home. He needed 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Lars felt like the short drive home took years, yet he managed to keep himself together as he walked into yours and his shared home. He tried his best too stay as quite as he could, not wanting to wake you. Taking off his shoes, Lars noticed how much he had been shaking. He had no idea how he kept himself together.

Walking into the bedroom, Lars was met with your sleeping figure. The sight of you being so peaceful made him feel somewhat relaxed. Lars smiled slightly when he saw you were in one of his shirts. Pulling off his own shirt and socks, Lars had quickly changed into a pair of shorts before crawling into bed with you. Lars was trying his absolute best not to wake you, knowing you could be a light sleeper, but his efforts failed. The second he was under the blanket, you had been pushing your head under his arm, curling yourself next to his with your head on his chest.

“Hi baby.” Y/N mumbled, throwing her arm over Lars’s waist, cuddling into his side. Lars had immediately wrapped his arm around the girl, he felt himself break down that very moment.

“H-hi sweetheart.” Lars stuttered out, holding back a sob, not wanting to bother the girl with his problems. Lars couldn’t help but think if you thought he didn’t love you. Hell, he loved you more than he loved anything in the world.

Y/N was immediately able to tell something was wrong. Lifting her head up slightly from his chest, Y/N was not fully awake, “what’s wrong?” Y/N muttered, seeing that Lars was about to break.

Lars finally let himself go, he couldn’t hold it back any longer. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Y/N heard his sobs as she unwrapped herself from Lars, turning to face him fully.

“I-I” Lars couldn’t even get a fully sentence out, burying his face in his hands.

Y/N knew that he didn’t want to talk about it right now, she knew he couldn’t, so instead Y/N laid herself against the pillows and headboard, offering her comfort for Lars. Lars had practically threw himself into her arms, breaking down crying.

Y/N had wrapped her arms around him, stroking his hair, mumbling nothing but sweet words to him until he was ready to talk. They laid there together, 12:45 in the morning until Lars was ready to talk. He was gripping Y/N’s waist like he thought she was just going to disappear, he was holding onto her like a life line. Y/N knew he didn’t get like this much unless something was said in an argument that really hurt, or someone had passed. The last time she saw him like this was when Cliff died.

When Lars had finally pulled himself together he decided to talk. “He said I didn’t love you.” Lars didn’t dare listen his grip on the girl, burying his head in her chest.

“What was that baby?” Y/N asked again, not minding his grip even when she knew that would probably bruise in the morning.

“He said I didn’t love you.” Lars mumbled once again, not moving an inch.

“What?” Y/N didn’t even need to know anything else to know that he was talking about James.

“He said I don’t give a shit about anyone but myself. He said I made you deal with to much shit for me to actually love you.” Lars felt tears build up again.

Y/N just sat there listening, running her fingers up and down his back, providing as much comfort as she could.

“Y-you know I Love you right?” Lars finally picked his head up, looking Y/N dead in the eyes who had already been staring down at him.

“I know you do baby. I know you love me. And I love you too, with all my heart. James doesn’t know shit. He doesn’t know how we work, how we love each other. Don’t listen to him, I know you love me, and I love you.” Y/N placed a passionate kiss on Lars’s lips, feeling him visibly relax at her words.

“I love you, so much.” Lars placed his head back onto her chest.

“I love you too Lars. Go to sleep, you deserve it.” Y/N ran her fingers through his hair, offering the man sleep. Y/N knew her back would hurt in the morning because she was basically sitting upright, but that was the least of her concerns, her focus was Lars right now.

Y/N felt his grip on her slightly loosen, she felt his breathing even out, and finally she heard soft snores. Y/N placed once last kiss on his head before she had decided to go back to sleep herself. She had made a mental note to either slap James or yell at him next time she saw him.

[mlm-writer]

Chocolate Milk (GN!Reader)

Pairing: Spock (AOS) x Gender Neutral Ensign Reader (platonic) Rating: General Audience Words: 1320 POV: Second Summary: Your childhood trauma left you near-emotionless. While most find it unsettling, there are some crew members appreciating you just the way you are. Note: Trauma not described, reader's physical traits also not described. I want to say ft. my OC, but he is deadass more present than Spock in this so ft. Spock I guess. Tags: mentioned trauma, platonic/professional appreciation, Ensign Michael Gabe the empath, alcohol mentions but no consumption, red alert and Kirk & Bones have a cameo

One moment the white hallways were too bright for the early hour and the next they were bathed in crimson. ‘Red Alert again?’ You wondered as you broke into a sprint. Red Alert happened at least once a month with captain Kirk looking for trouble left and right, but as far as times of crisis went, you had experienced far more distressing situations in your youth. At least, they felt more distressing as a child still figuring out who you are and why you were put into a world that was described as a utopia and yet so so full of suffering. 

You arrived at your station not a moment too soon. You were gasping for air, just like your colleagues at the stations adjacent to you. Michael’s fingers trembled with every jolt of the ship. “Ensign Gabe, we need a read on their defences. Any weak spot would be appreciated,” the captain urged the man next to you. His blond hair started sticking to his forehead as he calibrated the scanners to adjust for the shields. You focused on your own task, but from the corners of your vision, you could see Michael making mistakes that were uncharacteristic to his intelligence.

You placed a hand on his shoulder. “Michael, deep breaths. You got this.” You spoke softly to him, trying to make sure he was the only one hearing your reassurance. You felt him inhale deeply, holding the air for a few seconds and then releasing it evenly. You were aware the empath could feel everyone's distress. With the physical contact you hoped your calmness stood out in the ocean of unease. The blond muttered a brief expression of gratitude. You occasionally touched his shoulder again, trying to focus his gifts on you so he could stay level-headed. Sure, you could die today, but you knew your task like the back of your hand and you knew Michael did as well, in spite of his nerves giving the wrong idea and his abilities nearly crippling him. 

Things looked dire for a second, but hardly an hour later, you were at warp 4 en route to a space station for repairs. You stayed at your station monitoring repairs to the systems, while Michael left to get a ‘stiff drink’ as he called it. He could probably use it. You noticed how even lieutenant Chua seemed tense as he checked upon the injured on the bridge, calling over the CMO when he thought they might need a trip to sick bay. You watched how he carried the yeoman with a possible broken leg out to the turbolifts. “Ensign?” You realised you had been daydreaming a little. You whipped your head around, worried the SIC was about to scold you. 

“Yes, commander?” Spock was the ever-intimidating presence on the bridge. Very little scared you, but the idea of disappointing your superiors and commander Spock particularly “All repairs are going as expected. We will make it to Sindku station in three hours at our current velocity.” You added your status report after a short pause, hoping that was what commander Spock wanted to hear. 

He did not seem pleased with the answer. Some people would argue there was not a single expression to read on that half-Vulcan face, but you would disagree. You knew the subtle changes too well, have seen them in the mirror plenty of times to recognise them on another. You watched his thought progress, then breathed out a small sigh of relief when Spock seemed to have calculated his next words. “I am aware you have been called to duty during your leisure time. I will assign an on-duty officer to relieve you shortly.” You gave him a curt nod of comprehension. He then left. 

And just as foretold, on-duty officers arrived to relieve the bridge staff that had their leisure time interrupted by the red alert. You decided to check on Michael. He was in the lounge, as expected. You had expected him to be drinking alcohol, but spotted him with a big glass of chocolate milk. “Is that your stiff drink?” You greeted him with those words when you stood next to him. 

Michael looked up at you, a friendly smile plastered on his face. “What can I say? I prefer calories over alcohol.” He raised his half-empty glass as if he was toasting. “By the way, thanks for getting me through that red alert today. I…” he let out a breathy chuckle, “I really don’t get how you can always keep your cool, but I’m really glad to have someone like you around when all I am feeling from everyone else is the looming dread of death.” You gave him a nod and patted him on the back. 

What you wanted to say was ‘you’re welcome, it’s the trauma’, but those jokes have not been funny since the early 21st century, so you opted for a more modern response. “We all have our virtues.” Michael raised his glass again, as if saying ‘I’ll drink to that’. You decided to join him with a chocolate milk of your own. Michael always knew how to get the small talk going. He started off with the latest gossip, then asked your opinion on a personal or a ship matter and after some time, you always ended up talking mathematics. You seemed like total opposites at the bar, one person emoting like a cartoon character, the other virtually a statue. If Michael was not an empath, he would probably assume you never felt a thing in your life, just like everyone else.

The doors behind you slid open and you noticed the surprise on Michael’s face. He tried to hide it, but was doing a piss poor job at it. You turned to see what got him worked up, only to see commander Spock waltz in. The man was only here when he wished to speak to someone privately and he was heading straight for your chocolate milk hang out. Michael whispered he was worried Spock noticed his small panic today, but then you were the one requested to follow him to a less populated corner of the lounge. 

You had no idea what you did, but you left your chocolate milk at the bar and joined Spock near the windows. “I meant to say this on the bridge, but it seemed inappropriate with the company present,” Spock started. You hummed, eyes locked together like you were having a stare-down. “I would like to commemorate you for your attitude during crisis response, both on the bridge as we have seen today and in the field as we have seen last week on Unico IV. I will put in a request to have you promoted to lieutenant junior grade. Should you remain equally level headed with more responsibilities thrust upon you, I believe you will, in time, make an excellent captain.” 

You were quiet for a moment, trying to take in the unexpected compliments. “Thank you, sir.” It was all you could really say. Spock responded with a polite nod and then made his leave. You blinked as you stood there momentarily. When you were ready, you returned to Michael at the bar. He was chatting up one of the red shirts again, the ever sucker for muscular men. When he saw you though, he slipped off his seat, taking the two glasses with him. 

“What did he say?” Michael asked as soon as he was in front of you, handing you your leftover chocolate milk. You paraphrased Spock’s words, leaving Michael gasping and squealing. “That is so amazing! Slay mama!” He somehow managed to make air come out of your nose at a high velocity. You tapped your glasses together. He seemed happier than you, but you let him celebrate for you. Captain? You? You could hardly imagine it right now. Meanwhile Michael was already planning on being your SIC. 

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

No Nut November - Lars

Warnings: Smut, jealousy, dom!reader, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Intro

Lars knew exactly what you'd done with Kirk. Well, maybe not exactly, but he knew Kirk was out. He saw you under the blankets and pillows, that look on Kirk's face.

Lars was keeping an eye on the two of you the rest of the next day, how you kept smirking at him and the brunet would blush and look away, how Kirk always tried to keep a distance and you'd ignore him just to watch him get all flustered.

Lars wanted it.

He wanted to be the one you got close to, the one you smirked at, the one you made blush. He wanted to be the one on the receiving end of your attention.

Lars wanted it. He wanted you.

It was late and you were changing in your room when Lars barged in without knocking. "I know you slept with Kirk!" He stated angrily, face quickly turning a bright shade of red as he realized you didn't have a shirt or pants on, only panties as you'd just taken off your bra to go to bed.

You were a bit flustered yourself, not having expected someone to come in on you at all, never mind while you were changing. You took a second to think about where you stood and where Lars was, deciding to see where you could bring this.

"Oh, you know?" You asked, turning to him, top exposed, and making your way over to him slowly. "You know I got on my knees in front of him and sucked him off? You know we switched places after you went back to bed?" You were stood less than a foot away from him now.

Lars swallowed hard. "I- you just want to fuck all of us, don't you?" He accused, trying to be more dominant when all you wanted was to have him begging under you. "Groupie whore..." He muttered.

You rolled your eyes at him and crossed your arms over your chest. "You really think that of me?" He gave a firm nod, unable to tear his gaze away from your chest. He couldn't help it, your tits were just so close.

You caught his wandering eyes and smiled. You dipped your fingers into the waistband of his shorts and led him to your bed, no protests coming from him as you pushed him back against the headboard.

"I'm gonna ask you again, do you really think I'm just a groupie whore?" You asked, looking down at him with a knowing look. He hesitantly shook his head. "Words, baby girl."

"I'm not a girl." He bit.

"Answer the question." You ordered, rubbing a hand up his bare thigh, going under his shorts and gripping him through his boxers.

He gasped softly and shook his head again. "No, no, I don't, I don't think that." You smiled, happy with his answer.

"Good." You mused and helped him out of his shorts and boxers, trailing a finger up his length with a feather light touch. "Now, you came in on me rather abruptly, wouldn't you say?" He nodded, watching your hands every move on him. "So, I think I'll be rather quick, you don't seem like you'll last long anyway."

Lars went to deny it but was cut off by a moan.

You moved to straddle his lap, pushing your panties to the side and sinking down onto him. Lars stared up at you, eyes wide and mouth agape, breath stuck in his throat with his words.

You brought your hands up to cup his face, leaning closer to him. "You feel so fucking good." You mused, hot breath fanning over his face. "Just sit pretty for me, will ya?" He nodded and closed the gap, kissing you with such need.

He refused to let you pull away, arms wrapped around and holding you close as you started grinding against him, hips pulling back and snapping against his, his moans and whines funneled into your mouth.

"Mh~! Fuck, m'so close-!" He moaned, words muffled against your lips. "Gonna cum inside, gonna cum in-!" His words were caught in his throat again as hot cum hit your gummy walls.

"I knew you were pathetic but this was a lot." You let him ride out his high, waiting until he'd calmed down a bit before lifting yourself off of him. "Or, I guess it was a little, huh?" You teased, moving to sit on the edge of your bed.

He stared at you, chest rising and falling as his breathing tried to fix itself. "What-what are you doing?" He asked out of breath.

"Come sit." You said, patting a spot between your legs. "Taste yourself and try to actually get me off." Angry and horny, he couldn't say no to you.

[njpuckbunny]

Heyy! Could you please do some friends to lovers (smut) with Kirk? Like, mutual pinning but they’re both idiots so the band helps them get together (sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language)

Cuz That’s What Friends Do, Right?

Kirk Hammett x AFAB!Reader (y/n)

a/n: I LITERALLY LOVE U SO MUCH FOR THIS PLEASE THIS IS MY FAV REQUEST EVER. I HOPE U ENJOY IT <33

warnings: mutual pining, p in v, unprotected sex, greasy kirk era , sir kink, dominant!kirk, sub!reader, afab reader, smut, and metallica being a matchmaker

holy shit.

“I have some big news guys,” you began, ready for your band's input on this news, “we’re gonna be opening for Metallica for their new tour.”

A mix of anxious and happy remarks filled the room from the rest of your band.

Your lead guitarist replied to your information with a slightly rude comment, “is this just because you fuck around with Kirk, or did we actually earn it?”

You were seriously taken aback by her comment but replied quickly, “Me and Kirk are nothing but friends, and I'm sure he mentioned us, but we earned this spot. Pack your bags to meet at the bus station.”

Honestly, you were pretty worried about this. Being an all girl-band with yourself as the bassist and lead singer? It wouldn’t be easy to earn the public’s respect. You had been friends with Kirk ever since you stepped foot into highschool. Kirk was off to the side and calm, while you were anxious and trying to leave as soon as possible. You claim it as fate, but Kirk always said you were gonna trip in front of him anytime “cuz of his beauty.” Long story short, you were carrying your books to a new class and were looking down at your schedule when you bumped into Kirk. He helped you pick up your books and you exchanged family phone numbers. You couldn’t count the times when you told your older sister to get off of the phone trying to call her favorite rockstars phony numbers. You and Kirk called hours and hours on end and you honestly just felt like he was your better half.

So when he joined Exodus, you were more than happy to cheer him on to pursue his dreams. You both promised that whoever got more famous first, the other had to open for their band.

Right after Kirk was chosen for Metallica, you started your own band R.O.P.E. You could’ve sworn it stood for something, but you were too high to remember.

But now that you were touring with Metallica? You didn’t know if you could hide it for any longer…. yea about that. Ever since sophomore year started, you had developed a massive crush on Kirk. It wasn’t like it was obvious… was it?

Definitely not. And it didn’t matter cuz he didn’t like you back. End. Of. Story.

But tonight might change how you saw him, maybe you just see him as a friend now. Right?

WRONG

The moment you stepped onto the bus and saw his smile. Ugh, You melted. And it doesn’t mean just inside, you blushed, flushed, you could’ve sworn you developed a fever right there and melted into a puddle of nothing on the ground.

You heard whistling, and your name, and your name again,

“Hey! y/n,” it was kirk, motioning you over to the back of the bus. His leg was over an empty seat, saving it for you, just like he did on the bus home.

Yes. You guys took the same bus. Dumbass Kirk would get off at your house some days (literally everyday) and listen to cds and cassettes with you all evening because he didn’t want to go home.

Sometimes he would fall asleep with you on your bed and you’d wake up with your limbs entangled and Kirk sleeping as heavy as he could.

cuz that’s what friends do? Right?

After what felt like an hour of admiring his features, you moved your way back to the back of the bus and talked with Kirk.

You couldn’t help but notice the way your legs bounced oh so close together. You wanted your legs wrapped around his waist as he—-

“y/n?” “hello??” Kirk exclaimed as he clapped in front of your face.

“Sorry,” you sputtered, “I'm really nervous about tonight.”

He sincerely put his palm over your knee and comfortingly spoke, “you’ve got nothin’ to worry about sweetheart, you’re gonna kill it.”

You muttered a thanks and Kirk gave you a grin, god he was going to be the death of you. To combat your love for Kirk and nerves for the show, you decided to take a nap.

When you awoke, it was basically time for you and your band to get ready for the opening act. You dressed in your signature style and made sure that your instrument matched your clothes. As you turned to check if everything was in place you saw the scar that lined your bicep. When you were at highschool prom, waiting for your ride home, some jerk on the side of the road “accidentally” sliced you with a pocket knife. Just as you were about to fight back, Kirk rode up in his mom’s car and punched the guy right in the face. That was your first scar, and Kirks’ first punch. (that he gave).

In the time you were reminiscing, the time you had to check yourself was up and your band was ready to play the opening act.

As you stepped out onto the stage, you were quickly blinded by the lights and tried to blink away the blots to see the crowd. The microphone feedback whined as you approached it. You spoke loudly into it as you addressed the crowd to play your first song.

time skip to after the opening act!

You hopped off the stage and gave Kirk a pat on the back as he hugged you and told you what an amazing job you did. You thanked him and wished him is own luck before he stopped you.

“y/n I—“ but he was interrupted by the que that he should get on stage, so he just yelled as he was pushed onto the stage, “see me after the show!”

what the fuck?

And Metallica's show? Fucking Outrageous.

The way that Kirk’s fingers slid up and down on the frets as he played the solos and the way his pants rode up his form as he rutted against the guitar.

Your whole mind was flooded with unholy thoughts as the show went on.

You traveled back to the living room behind the stage as you waited for everyone to get off stage. As they piled into the room you individually congratulated all of them for the amazing performance. Until your eyes landed on Kirk….. oh fuckkkk.

You could’ve sworn that your whole body shut down right then and there. Like, how the fuck did he look so hot after playing the most tiring set??? It was seriously bothering you.

James spoke through the thick fog of tension first, “okay, Lars, Cliff, and I are gonna go wash up, see y’all later.”

You heard a click come from outside the door that was previously closed by James, accompanied with outside chuckles.

“What the fuck,” you started, “did they lock us in here?”

Kirk pulled on the door handle and pounded on the door. He nodded and scoffed to himself.

You spoke at the same time,

“Kirk—“

“Y/N—-“

You quickly apologized and let Kirk speak first.

It all came out in one fast blur from his mouth, “Y/n, before the show I wanted to tell you everything you meant to me and I didn’t think you felt like same until James locked—-“

You shut him up by pushing him up against the nearest wall and pressing your lips to his.

“Shut up—“ your remarks got cut off by Kirk picking you up and setting you down on the couch that was pressed against the furthest wall of the room.

He spoke through the silence, “tell me what you want.”

“Please touch me“

“Please what?”

“Sir.”

He nodded in agreement as his fingers trailed down your waist while he got on his knees. He pulled down your pants and threw them across the room while he took off his shirt. He grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders as he looked up at you from your cunt. Agonizingly slow, he placed a finger on your clit, and inserted his tongue into you.

You whined, “kirk— please”

“shhh sweetheart i’ll take care of you.”

sweetheart.

His finger began making circles as his tongue lapped your juices. Your fingers entangled his curls as he worked you up to your climax.

“Kirk I’m gonna—-“

“No,” He pulled off of you and flipped you onto your stomach while taking off his pants and your shirt.

You pleaded again, but he spoke over, “you’ll cum when I tell you to.”

Breaking the dominance he asked you for your comfort, “Do you want this?”

You replied faster than he finished talking, “yes. sir.”

“Good.”

He inserted his cock deep into your cunt, already slick from him eating you out. His thrusts were hard and snapping onto your ass. He grabbed a fistful of your hair as your back arched upon his cock. The new angle was letting him bottom out, only making you feel higher to your climax.

You began to beg, “please sir. I wanna come , so bad. Please.”

“Okay, ready sweetheart,” Kirk answered.

You mumbled an mhm and you both let yourselves go as he fucked out his climax and his thrusts became sloppy. You both panted on the large couch you laid on, smiling at each other.

Kirk broke the silence first, “I love you, that’s what I was going to say before the show.”

He looked at you with puppy eyes and you responded, “I love you too,” as you kissed him on the lips again.

A few moments when by of you two gathering the moments happiness before you heard a knock and James speak, “It’s about time you two fucked.”

[ughgoaway]

thinking about mattys hands/fingers and just... so many things surrounding them. obviously encouraged by @nowshesdoingitallthetime to write this as kirke is the little devil on my shoulder telling me to be a whore on tumblr.com

(mediocre smutty thoughts below the cut as usual <3)

(also not proofread as usual lol <3)

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it starts with him fucking you in public, maybe in a changing room. I'm thinking at the beach.

the day starts blissfully, you're on a group holiday and decide to all go to the beach for a cute picnic. however, you're feeling evil. so unbeknownst to matty, you decide to wear your tiniest bikini. A pretty white number with frills and a little bow sitting between your tits. flimsy ties keep the whole thing on your body, and they are practically begging to be untied.

you wear a cover-up on the way to the beach, of course. but as soon as you get there, and Matty's is sitting on the towel below you, you strip off. You can immediately see his eyes shifting over your body even behind the dark sunglasses he's wearing.

his tongue darts out to wet his lips as you watch him drag his eyes up and down, checking you out shamlessly around his friends. you clock his hands tensing, fighting the urge to grab you and drag you back to the villa. but he knows he can't do that yet, so he does the next best thing to ensure he gets his hands on you.

"Sit down for me darling, gotta make sure you're properly covered, yeah?" he holds up the bottle of suncream and shakes it, offering you a cheeky smile as he does.

Well... who are you to say no? so you quite happily sit between his legs, letting your boyfriend get every inch of your skin covered. and perhaps you moan a bit louder than necessary, but it just feels so good.

you feel mattys hands freeze as you let out a particular sigh he knows too well. it's the very the same sound you make as he finally pushes his whole length into you. the same noise you make with that content smile on your face and every inch of him buried inside you.

his fingers are itching to slide down and untie the poor excuse for a bikini top. he has visions of groping you in front of everyone, letting them all listen to the pretty whimpers you make when he runs his calloused finger tips over your nipples. he thinks of the needy moans that rip out of your chest when he tweaks them, pulling at them meanly and then kissing away the pain. his mind runs wild as he envisions the breathless groans you make as he marks up your tits, holding one with his hand as he assaults the others with his mouth.

but, before he can think too hard, you're saying, "Thanks! <3" and pecking him on the cheek, running off into the sea and shooting him a quick wink as you run away. Once again, your "bikini" not leaving much for the imagination.

so obviously, within 5 minutes, he's in the ocean with you. and another 5 later, you've separated from the group and are sharing desperate kisses far away. matty groans as you shove your tongue in his mouth, desperately lapping and moaning as the taste of salty seawater fills your mouth. every kiss is perfectly needy and sticky, fuelling the fire growing inside you both.

matty is groping you below the water, grasping handfuls of your skin and teasing the bows that hold your bottoms up. As his hand slides gradually lower, you can't help but pull away with a gasp, studying the spit that strings between your kiss bitten lips.

"changing room. now." matty demands, already tugging you to shore.

it only takes a further 10 minutes for his shorts to be around his ankles and your bottoms thrown haphazardly somewhere in the small cubicle. matty is fucking you from behind, wet skin slapping against each other as he jackhammers his hips into you.

with every thrust he burrows himself impossibly deeper, hitting that spot that always makes stars dance across your vision. and you know you should be quiet, considering you're in public and all. but fucking hell, how can you as he pumps in and out of you? surely you cant be expected to be silent as his fingers slide down to rub at your clit whilst the others pull down the cups of your bikini top to play with your tits.

"such pretty tits, fuck wish I could see them. barely covered by that fucking top. you knew it would rile me up, yeah? wanted to get fucked in public like a slut." matty leans forward as he whispers in your ears, grinding himself further inside your desperate cunt. Shallowly thrusting and smirking at every one of the needy moans falling from your lips.

"You gonna be quiet for me, baby? or am I gonna have to gag you with my fingers?" his threat sounded more like a request, and after one more too loud moan from you, he was sticking his fingers in your mouth.

matty can't help but groan as he feels your tongue wrapping around his fingers, teasing them as they sit in your mouth. every moan you make is muffled by his digits, you have to bite them to stop yourself screaming as he fucks you at a brutal pace.

eventually, you're still too loud. and matty pushes his fingers deeper, moaning as he feels your throat constricting around them. "That's it, cmon baby just gotta take a little more. if you can't take my fingers down your throat how are you gonna take my cock, hmm? You've gotta clean me up after this, my dirty girl."

you can't help but cry out at his words, a weak promise muffled from behind his fingers. the sound of your desperation only fuels matty further. his fingers pushing deeper as his thrusts speed up, and you can tell he's close.

"there we go, fucking choke on my fingers. good girl. so good f'me" he grunts, pounding you relentlessly. you tighten your walls around him, smirking around his fingers when you feel his thrusts stutter.

"oh shit- that's it. such a good slut. fuck m'gonna cum. where do you want me?" matty throws his head back in bliss, rocking his hips as he feels your desperate cunt pulling him back in over and over again.

"insidhwhebmeh" you try to speak, but his fingers burrowed deep in your throat make you incomprehensible. matty pulls his fingers out, dragging his spit soaked digits down your lips and dropping them to grip around your throat.

"say it again for me baby, couldn't hear you over you choking on my fucking fingers." matty is fighting to hold himself together, holding off until he knows you're going to cum with him.

"inside me, please. wanna feel your cum dripping down my legs all day. fuck- cum with me please" you beg, your jaw dropping as you feel yourself nearing the edge faster and faster.

"shit- okay baby. that's it, cum for me. Good fucking girl" you finish immediately at his words, almost as if you just needed his permission before the rubber band inside you snapped.

matty fucks you through your orgasm, watching in awe as your whole body shakes, "That's it. keep cumming. god, you're so hot. holy shit."

the feeling of you pulsating around him was too much, and with a grunt matty finishes, burying himself as deep as he can inside you and filling you with his cum.

After a few weak thrusts, he pulls out. sighing heavily and leaning against the thin plastic wall behind him. his eyes flutter closed as he tries to catch his breath, but they're soon ripped back open by the feeling of you lapping at his half hard cock.

"gonna clean you up now, like I promised" you say with a sickly sweet smile, lapping at his cock and licking off the mixture of your relases, moaning as the musky taste overtakes your senses.

maybe he cums again in your mouth, or perhaps he pulls you up by your hair and shoves his tongue in your mouth to taste the mixture of you both.

anyway... yeah <3

returning to the group is a little awkward, your half limp and the satiated smile on mattys face tell them all they need to know. but after a light jab from George about your whereabouts, everyone lets it go.

that's until they're banging on the wall of your room in the villa and begging you both to stop fucking just for 5 minutes.

oopsie! <3

[autism-rizz-tournament]

Autism Rizz Tournament

Rizz: Originally short for "Charisma", Rizz (for this tournament, at least) refers to the appeal, charm or general "ability to pull" a character has, either romantically and/or sexually. (The character doesn't necessarily need to be attracted to anyone to have rizz. If they can make others fall for them, it counts)

How to vote

Propaganda

Triffany Lottablog (Bugsnax)

She uses a skeleton arm of her own species as a pointer during regular conversion She was so into archaeology she almost left her husband for it She's incredibly morbid, will occasionally just talk about how death comes for us all and odds are none of us will be remembered for long, then turns around and talks about ancient dance or matriarchy of ancient peoples She thought she found the skeleton of her grandmother, so she dug it up and gave it to the nearest evil scientist to do a genetics test, then gave the skeleton to them

At least two people are in love with her

Spock (Star Trek)

He is so autistic and Jim Kirk is in love with him for it (among a million other reasons Jim is in love with him)

Despite being extremely repressed, women love him, they keep wanting to get with him and he has to find creative ways to say "I'm actually gay and in love with my Captain" (just look at his mini monolog at the end of "This Side of Paradise"). He literally has to fuck every 7 years or he will DIE. In the show when that happened his wife divorced him and then he rolled around in the sand with his captain and it was very homoerotic. The subtext is text.

Marina (Splatoon)

While not canonically autistic, she does have a lot of autistic traits--she's rarely seen without her headphones (to the point where her ears aren't modeled in game), her tentacles constantly moving could be seen as stimming, and she has a very strong interest in machinery, to name a few. Marina also has a crush on her bandmate, Pearl. While it is never directly stated in-game, supplementary material basically confirms it. The Japanese version of the Splatoon database has described her as a "maiden in love," with the specific words used being in romantic contexts. Along with that, she has drawn a manga about Pearl, drawing flowers and hearts around her, and generally acts affectionate towards her in-game. It is unknown if Pearl reciprocates canonically, but she does have a very close relationship with Marina. She reciprocates Marina's hug at the end of Octo Expansion, and she is seen to be quite worried about her in the second trailer for Side Order. Pearl x Marina is a very popular ship in the fandom for these reasons.

is obsessed with heavy machinery, and is skilled in multiple forms of art (music, shoujo manga-style visual art, and stage design). she also notably chose team Order in the Chaos vs Order splatfest, and her dialogue in the announcement suggests she's resistant to change (though it could also just be interpreted as her being gay for her co-host)

people were so consistently horny for her while splatoon 2's splatfests were ongoing that it actually caused drama because her team typically had the popular vote and people chalked that up to participants voting based on their favorite hosts' opinion rather than their own. whether that's true or not is hard to prove, but the fact that it was plausible illustrates my point, and her popularity was even referenced in-game at one point. - she shows signs of having social anxiety in a lot of dialogue, and it even arguably extends into her visual design because of her consistently pouty eyebrows. - at one point a childhood friend of hers mentions a time she infodumped to nobody in particular about excavators for 2 hours straight, and then pearl says she regularly goes on for longer now. - she has skill in a ridiculous amount of art forms: music, stage design (for splatfest battles, not music performance), shoujo manga-style visual art, and even programming, game design, and 3d modeling. -the logo of the virtual-reality program she designed is an infinity symbol, which also shows up in a few other places throughout it.