Valwrites-stuff - Val Writes

- Nothing Else Matters live segment of Kirk in ‘The Drum’, an Australian TV show, where Metallica is interviewed in 1998 -  

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They all look so good need them all in my bed TONIGHT ☝🏻

That hair was glorious 😘

Kirk Hammett for Guitar Center

OH MY GOD

Something involving Kirk’s tattoo. Like maybe when he first gets it and doesn’t tell reader about it she finds out becomes obsessed with it something smut involved please😈

Thank you for requesting, actually planned on writing this 💕

Inked temptations

Kirk Hammett x Reader ☆ smut, oral, rough sex

After being away from each other for a long month, I finally joined Kirk on tour. The anticipation of seeing him again had been building up inside me, and I couldn't wait to be reunited with him. Little did I know, Kirk had a surprise in store for me.

As I stood in the crowd, watching Kirk shred his guitar on stage, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. The energy at the venue was electric, and I could feel the music pulsating through my veins. Kirk looked more alive than ever, his passion for music evident in every note he played.

Halfway through their set, a grin spread across his face as he was dripping with sweat and swiftly took off his shirt. And then, I saw it.

There, on Kirk's belly, was a large tattoo.

It read as I could assume to be his birthdates in big letters, his hips adorned by flames, that seemed to come alive under the stage lights. I had never seen Kirk with a tattoo before, and I was mesmerized by the sight of it. The ink glistened with sweat, adding to its allure.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from Kirk as he continued to play, his body moving with the music in a way that was both powerful and sensual. The tattoo seemed to enhance his already magnetic presence on stage, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

As the music reached its climax, Kirk threw his head back in ecstasy, his body glazed in perspiration. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as desire coursed through me. In that moment, I realized just how much I had missed him and how much I craved his touch, now hungry like a slut.

After the show, Kirk pulled me into his dressing room, into his arms, his inked belly pressed against me. "Surprise, baby. I saw you drool out there, like a starving whore."

I stared at him and traced the lines of the tattoo with my fingers, feeling the heat of his damp skin, slick with the remnants of his performance. The scent of him, a potent mix of sweat and his signature sandalwood cologne, filled my nostrils.

"When did you get this?" I asked, my voice a little breathy. The heat between us flared up as he wrapped me in his strong arms, holding me tightly against him as he was still coming down from the adrenaline high of the performance.

He smirked at me, his eyes glinting with a familiar hunger. "I got it done two weeks ago. You like it?"

"I think so," I said with a small grin, before pulling him snug against me.  "Fuck, Kirk, I missed you so much." I mumbled against his plush lips before kissing him, hard, tangling my fingers in his curly hair.

Kirk groaned as our lips met, his hands roaming over my curves possessively. He backed me up against the door, pinning me there with his body. Our kiss turned frantic, tongues dancing, teeth clashing.

When we finally broke for air, Kirk's chest was heaving, eyes dark with lust. "God, I've wanted this all day." He growled, nipping at my neck. His hands slid under my shirt, caressing the bare skin.

I bit my lip as he pushed the hem of my shirt up to undress me, exposing my hardened nipples to him. I let out a soft moan as Kirk grasped my breasts with his tan hands, kneading them eagerly while placing hungry kisses all over my neck.

Suddenly, Kirk shifted positions, maneuvering us towards the plush leather sofa in the middle of the room. He settled back against the cushions, eyes dark with lust as they roamed over my heated form.

With a playful glint in my eye, I resisted Kirk's initial attempt to draw me onto his lap, instead applying a firm yet gentle pressure to push him onto his back. The sudden shift in dynamics left him in mild surprise flickering across his features before giving way to a sultry grin.

Kirk stared up at me anticipatingly and I seized the opportunity to explore every inch of his toned physique, dropping to my knees.

My fingers danced across his chest, tracing the defined ridges of muscle before delving lower to scratch tantalizing patterns along his abdomen, my rings a cool contrast against his hot skin.

The slight indentations of his new stomach tattoo provided an intriguing focal point, and I found myself tracing the intricate design with a curious fingertip.

My wandering hands eventually made their way to the button of Kirk's jeans, which I popped open with a deliberate slowness that only heightened the tension between us.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and tugged the denim downward, watching as his impressive erection sprang free. Shedding him of his clothing, the garment discarded to the floor.

Once Kirk was fully bared to my appreciative gaze, I rose to my feet, a predatory smile playing on my lips.

Straddling his thighs, I leaned forward, my hot breath fanning over the tantalizing expanse of his stomach as I planted a trail of kisses there, my tongue darting out to taste the salty skin.

My lips brushed against the delicate inkwork adorning Kirk's belly, tracing the individual letters spelled out on his skin. Each press of my mouth against the tattoo seemed to ignite a spark within me, fueling the growing hunger for his taste.

He chuckled quietly, the sound low and husky, as I traced my lips along the ink on his abs. "You're a little tease, aren't you?"

His breath hitched slightly as I continued, the sensation of my soft lips against his sensitized skin making him rock hard.

Finally reaching the base of his throbbing erection, I licked a slow, savoring path up the length of his shaft. The salty-sweet flavor of his skin mingled with the musky aroma of his arousal, sending shivers down my spine.

I wrapped my lips around the swollen head, swirling my tongue around the ridge before sinking to envelop him fully.

The velvety texture of Kirk's member filled my mouth, and I began to bob my head in a steady rhythm, relishing the way his hips bucked upward to meet my movements.

His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping lightly as he guided me along his shaft. "Fuck, baby, don't stop." Kirk hissed, his voice strained with pleasure.

The words spurred me on, urging to take him deeper. My own desire grew, dampening my panties as I lost myself in the act of pleasuring him.

The muscles in his abdomen tensed and relaxed with each pass of my lips, the letters and numbers of his tattoo flexing with the movement.

The obscene sounds of my ministrations filled the room, wet slurps and muffled moans punctuated by Kirk's increasingly labored breathing as I could feel the heat building in his core, his member throbbing against my tongue.

Just as Kirk's climax seemed imminent, I suddenly pulled away, releasing his twitching member with a wet pop. The abrupt withdrawal left him panting and his eyes, glazed with lust, locked onto mine, a mix of confusion and anticipation etched on his face.

"What...?" He managed to gasp out. His fingers, still tangled in my hair, loosened their grip as he waited for my next move.

The air between us crackled with tension, the silence heavy with unspoken desires. Kirk's cock, now freed from my oral attentions, stood proud and eager, glistening with traces of saliva and precum. It throbbed almost painfully, a testament to the intensity of his arousal.

"I need you inside of me...can I ride you?"

I asked, desperate for more, as I stood to get naked.

Kirk's eyes flashed with hunger as he watched me rise to my feet, shedding my clothing with a deliberate slowness that only added to the eroticism of the moment. His gaze drank in the sight of my naked form, from the delicate curve of my shoulders to the enticing swell of my hips.

As I climbed back atop him, Kirk wasted no time in capturing my lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. His mouth devoured mine, tongues entwining in a dance  as his hands roamed my body with an urgency born of pent-up desire, palming my breasts and tweaking my nipples until they pebbled beneath his touch.

I could feel his hardness pressing insistently against my thigh, a reminder of what was to come.

Breaking the kiss, Kirk looked up at me with burning intensity, his voice low and rough with need. "Ride me, baby. Take what you need." He guided me backwards, positioning me above his straining erection.

He leans in, kissing me again while he pulls me down onto his hardness and slowly enters me. I gasped softly as he reached deep inside my core until he bottomed out.

Kirk held still for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size, the tip of his cock nestled deep within my welcoming heat.

Slowly, deliberately, Kirk began to thrust, his hips rolling upwards in a sensual rhythm. Each stroke hit that sweet spot inside of me, igniting sparks of pleasure that raced through my veins.

His hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements as I started to rock against him, finding my own pace. "Fuck Kirk..." I moan out as I quicken my movements, riding his cock eagerly.

His response was a low growl of approval, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he met my increasing tempo. "That's it, take what you need," he urged, his voice husky with lust.

The room echoed with the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and my mingled moans of pleasure. Kirk's cock pulsed inside me with each powerful thrust, the ridges and veins providing delicious friction against my inner walls.

I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his tatted abs as I rode him harder, my breasts bouncing with the force of my movements.

Kirk's gaze was riveted to the erotic spectacle, his eyes darkening with primal desire. "You're so fucking sexy like this," he rasped, his breath coming in short pants. "I can't wait to fill you up with my cum."

I rode him harder, a moaning mess on top of him and tightened around him, driving him close to release.

With a final, desperate clench around his pulsating cock, I sent Kirk over the edge. A moan tore from his throat as he spilled himself deep inside of me, his hot seed coating my fluttering walls.

The intense orgasm rocked through him, his body trembling beneath mine.

But even as aftershocks rippled through him, Kirk was already reviving, his lustful energy surging back.

With a swift maneuver, he flipped me onto all fours. Before I could process the change in position, he pushed back into me, his renewed vigor driving him to claim me anew.

Kirk's hips snapped against my ass in a relentless rhythm, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside me with precision.

His fingers found my sensitive clit, rubbing firm circles that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my oversensitive nerves. "Oh god yes!"

His answering grunt was primal, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as he chased another peak but more importantly, wanting to make me cum. The leather sofa creaked ominously beneath us, the sound blending with the symphony of skin meeting skin and my wanton cries of ecstasy.

"Take it, baby, take every inch," he moaned, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining such a frenzied pace. His fingers worked overtime on my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep me teetering on the brink.

The coil of pleasure inside me wound tighter and tighter, my whole body quivering with the impending release.

Kirk's cock pistoned in and out, stretching and filling me in the most exquisite way, pushing my closer to the edge with each merciless stroke.

"Kirk, I'm gonna...!" I gasped and with a keening wail, I finally tipped over, my orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave.

My cry of release triggered Kirk's second climax, his body jerking as he emptied himself inside me once more. The sheer intensity of our shared orgasm left us both spent, trembling in the aftermath.

As the last waves of pleasure subsided, Kirk's weight settled upon me, his forehead pressed against my back. I felt his warm breath on my skin, his heartbeat synchronizing with mine as we both caught our breath.

My legs, weak from the exertion, threatened to buckle under me. Kirk seemed to sense this, his arms wrapping around my waist as he held me steady.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke, content to simply exist in the peaceful silence broken only by the gentle rise and fall of our breathing.

Kirk smiled and gently held me as his head rested on my back, kissing my spine softly while slipping out of me. He spoke gently, his words coming out between breaths. "That was intense. Are you alright?"

My eyes fluttered open as I came out of my blissful state, smiling. "I'm fine. I really missed you."

Kirk held me a little more securely as he kissed my shoulder and smiled against my skin as he spoke. "Missed you too, baby."

An unexpected turn

After an argument with James, Lars incessantly complains until you tell him to shut up and you end up having sex with your best friend.

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ Smut, friends to lovers

Unpleasant energy fills the walls of the studio. With four pairs of eyes on him, Lars stands there, staring in disbelief as James' words echo in the room. "I did what?!" he repeats, incredulous. 

James, towering over him, crosses his arms and stares down at Lars. "You heard me, you ruined half of the show with how much you drank!" 

Lars clenches his fists, feeling the anger bubbling inside him. "I was playing just fine and now I'm the fucking idiot to blame? What about you then? Can't remember a second of you being sober last night, especially during the show, so who is the drunkard here?!" 

James lets out a bitter laugh, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "Well, I wasn't the one constantly missing notes and messing up the beat, was I?" 

The tension in the room is thick, the air heavy with their unresolved issues. As they continued to bicker, their voices filled with animosity, you can see the bond that held them together unraveling. 

Before the argument can escalate, James has enough. With a loud bang, he storms out of the studio, slamming the door behind him. Lars stands there, staring at the closed door, the silence ringing in his ears and anger flashing his eyes. 

Biting your lip, you watch the scene unravel before you, as Lars stands there, his face red with anger. The room falls quiet as everyone waits for what will happen next. Lars stares at the now closed door before turning around to his bandmates, who avoid eye contact and quietly put away their bass and guitar. 

You can feel the unease as Lars takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Kirk and Jason excuse themselves, leaving you alone with Lars in the now empty rehearsal room. You can see the frustration in his eyes. 

Taking a step closer to him, you reach out and gently place a hand on his arm. "Hey, you okay?" you ask softly, trying to be the one friend who's there for him when no one else is.

Lars looks down at your hand, his eyes softening as he gazes at you. "I'm sorry, I just...I can't believe this shit...," he says, his voice quiet. 

You smile reassuringly at him, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. "It's okay, we all have our moments." you suggest, leading him to sit down on the nearby couch. 

Lars and you sit together in the quiet room. As you offer him a cigarette, he takes it without a word, lighting it up with shaky hands. He takes a drag and exhales sharply, the smoke curling around his face. 

"James is a fucking asshole," Lars begins, his voice tinged with anger. "I was doing fine and he just comes to me the next day after the show and calls me an idiot in front of the whole band. Do you think I did bad last night? I wasn't even that drunk!" 

You listen patiently, knowing that Lars needs to let out his frustration. You've known him for years, and you know that he can be hot-headed when he feels wronged. You nod as he rants, letting him get it all out before you try to offer any advice but not wanting to interfere since James is your friend too and you know it always takes two to tango.

"No, it wasn't that bad but..." you start, but Lars cuts you off before you can finish. 

"But nothing!" he snaps, his eyes flashing with anger. "I'm sick of James thinking he's better than me. I work just as hard as he does, if not harder. And yet he treats me like I'm some kind of incompetent fool." 

As Lars continues to rant, his frustration starts to seep into the air around you. You can feel the tension building, and you know that you need to do something to diffuse the situation before it gets out of hand. 

"Lars... Lars..." you try to get his attention, but he seems to not even hear you as he keeps on with his outburst. 

"LARS! Shut the fuck up!" you finally snap, the words coming out harsher than you intended. Lars stops mid-sentence, his eyes wide with surprise. 

"All you do is whine and bicker without ever realizing that you are at fault! It's not always the others that do wrong, you are also in the wrong sometimes. And talking shit about your best friends is not helping either nor does it solve the problem " you continue, feeling a surge of frustration yourself as you get into his face and point your finger at his chest. 

Lars stares at you, his expression a mix of shock and defiance. But as he takes in your words, you see something shift in his eyes. 

Before you can react, Lars wraps his  fingers around your wrist forcefully, staring into your eyes with a mix of anger and lust for his best friend.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?" Your heart is pounding in your chest as you realize the effect your outburst has on Lars. You can see the conflict playing out in his expressive green eyes. "I did." Slowly, his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips, and a mischievous smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

Without warning, he closes the distance between you, pressing his lips roughly against yours. The kiss is demanding, passionate, and fueled by the built-up tension between the both of you. You feel a jolt of desire course through your body as you respond instinctively, parting your lips and tangling your hands in his long brown hair.

Your tongues dance together, tasting and exploring, hungry for more. Lars' hands roam wildly over your body, squeezing your slender waist and cupping your ass, pulling you tightly against him. You can feel the forming bulge in his pants pressing insistently against you and it sends a rush of wetness to your pussy.

Breaking the kiss abruptly, Lars trails kisses along your jawline and down your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. "Fuck you," he whispers hoarsely, breath hot against your ear. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

You shiver at his words and the realization that this fantasy had been building up inside him for who knows how long. "Not as long as I've wanted this," you murmur back, "I used to dream about what it would be like to fuck my best friend."

A low growl escapes Lars' throat, and he lifts you effortlessly, cradling you on his lap. Kissing you hungrily you moan into his mouth as you feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your core through your clothes.

With eager hands, you begin tearing at each other's clothing, unable to get enough skin-to-skin contact. Your lean, shapely body was soon bare before him, your small, perky breasts touch starved. Lars takes one hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue while his hand squeezes and massages the other.

"Fuck Lars..." You arch your back, offering yourself to him, moaning as waves of pleasure washes over you. Your hands fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans, desperate to set free what you had fantasized about for so long. Finally, with a sharp tug, you release it from its confines.

Lars' cock stands tall with the head already gleaming with pre-cum. Taking it in your hand, you stroke it gently, marveling at the weight and warmth in your palm as Lars eyes follow your actions, the argument and anger long forgotten.

“Oh shit. So good.” Lars moans as you continue to stroke him.

You can feel the wetness between your legs increase as you watch Lars’ reaction. You move and drop to your knees, looking up at him with sultry eyes. “Can I?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lars nods, his eyes dark with desire. You lean in and take him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. “Fuck. You’re so good at that.” Lars groans as you take him deeper into your mouth.

Sucking off your best friend until you can feel his cock twitch in your mouth, you know that he’s close. “I’m gonna cum.” Lars warns you, but you don’t stop. You want to taste him, to feel him cum in your mouth.

With a loud moan, Lars comes, filling your mouth with his warm, salty cum. You swallow it down, savoring the taste of him.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” Lars says, pulling you up to stand in front of him.

You can feel his cock twitch against your belly as he pulls you down onto him and leans in to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips, and it only makes you want him more.

“I want you inside of me, Lars.” You whisper in his ear, your voice filled with desire.

Lars doesn’t need any more encouragement. He grabs you and pushes you down onto the sofa before quickly standing to remove his clothes and hover over you. 

He wastes no time and positions himself between your legs and looks down at you, his eyes filled with lust. “Are you ready for me, baby?” He asks, his voice husky with desire. You nod, your eyes never leaving his.

Lars enters you slowly and you can feel every inch of him inside you, and it feels amazing. Giving you a moment to adjust, he starts to move, his thrusts becoming hard and fast quickly. You can feel yourself getting closer to orgasm with every thrust.

“Yes Lars, just like that.” You moan as he hits your spot and Lars leans down and takes your nipple in his mouth again, sucking it gently. 

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper inside you. He growls, the sound primal and raw. It sends shivers down your spine and straight to your pussy.

Lars starts to fuck you harder, his hips snapping against yours. You can feel yourself getting close, the pressure in your lower belly growing with every thrust.

“Lars, I’m gonna come...” You gasp, your breath coming in short, sharp pants.

He doesn’t say anything, but he fucks you even harder, his thrusts so deep you can feel him in your belly. "Then fucking cum for me, baby!" 

It takes one short moment and you come hard, your pussy clenching around Lars’ dick. He growls again, moving rapidly before he comes too, his hot seed filling you up.

You lie there, panting and sweating, your bodies still joined together. Lars leans down and kisses you sloppily.

“That was amazing.” He murmurs, his voice hoarse from his own orgasm.

You smile, feeling sated and happy. “Yeah, it was.”

Lars pulls out of you, making you wince as he leaves your warm, wet pussy. He lies down on top of you, cradling you into his arms.

You look up at his face, feeling safe and loved. Lars strokes your hair, his touch soothing and comforting. "Guess we're not just friends anymore," His voice was soft, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. The words hung in the air, charged with unspoken emotions that had been building between you both for seemingly too long.

"Guess not, plus I feel like it helped you distress...like a lot," you reply, a playful glint in your eye as you trace his features with affection. The weight of your friends' disagreements seem to dissipate with each passing moment spent in each other's company.

Watching Lars shake his head in disbelief, a chuckle escaping his lips, you can't help but smile at the simple joy of being in his presence. As he leans in, burying his face in the crook of your neck, a contented sigh escaping his lips, you feel a surge of gratitude for this unexpected turn of events.