Kirk Hammett X Reader - Blog Posts

Sweetie

Warnings: Smut, soft + rough sex, hairpulling, kirk being a lil freak- if I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

I'm too lazy to write good intros so yall make your own deductions on how we got here

Your head is thrown back as you feel the guitarists fingers interlock with your dripping cunt. His hazy brown-turned-black eyes burning holes through your abdomen as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. “Kirk..hah-i can't take this any longer..please i need…” He slaps a hand over your mouth as he tries to stifle your ecstasy-laced moans.

 “Shh sweetheart, just a little longer okay? I’ll give it to you soon…” you place your hand on Kirk's thigh and feel his hard-on jump through the confines of his boxers, straining the fabric. You realise you both have been at this for almost an hour, and kirk was enjoying every minute of it. Just as you were about to pass out from the constant edging, he flipped you onto his stomach. The relief was instantaneous, your lower muscles relaxing as you felt his fingers retreat from you. Thinking it was over, you tried to hoist yourself up, but you felt your torso being pulled back down.

“Who said we were done, sweetie?” 

Kirk hungrily licked his lips as a mischievous grin spread from ear to ear. You felt yourself being crushed under his weight as he pinned your hands beside your head, feeling you struggling and wriggling under him. He lined himself up with your slit and in one thrust, he completely filled you up. Your hands reached into his messy black curls and tugged hard. He gasped at the pain, but it was the kind of pain that made him riled up. “Keep doin that and I won't be in control of what happens next..” Kirk furrows his brows, growling in your ear, making it obvious that you’ve found his sweet spot. You giggle as you tug it one more time. He snaps and flips you on top of him

He set off at a rough pace, fucking up into you and hitting that sponge-like spot that made you see stars. “So fucking good for me baby–my perfect slut…you’re just lucky you found someting I enjoy” his dirty words made you spiral as your free hand gripped his back, raking scratches down probably drawing blood. “Oh baby so tight for me…who else knows you’re this dirty” Kirk buried himself in the crook of your neck as he hell-hounded himself into your bullied pussy. Your moans could probably be heard by your neighbours, not that you cared. Finally you heard the words you so desperately wanted to hear.

“C-come on honey…i know you want to cum for me” 

With his words, you closed your eyes and the knot in your abdomen bursted. As you came down from your high, you felt the mixture of your combined fluids mixing inside you. “Ah fuck…thats it baby…”Kirk sloppily thrusted into you a few more times before pulling out to paint your abdomen with the rest of his cum. He flopped beside you and watched you twitch beside him like a fish out of water, his cum still leaking out of your abused cunt.

 “Wait here baby, ill get a washcloth to clean you up” Your eyes linger on his scratch-ridden back as you see him go full commando out of the bedroom. You chuckle to yourself, this was certainly a way to start the morning

Guys i swear ill finish part 3 of the other fic series

Do you every think like older kirk wold take care of his girl like pleasure her and make her feel safe or love or like he wold go slow for her and or idk my brain is thinking of so much 😭

Omg yes I need that 😭 I think it fits skom era Kirk best 💕

Caring touch

Kirk Hammett x Reader ☆ smut, comfort sex, oral

It had been an awful day, the worst. A day filled with mishaps, frustrations, and disappointments. From the moment I woke up, everything seemed to go wrong.

By the time I finally made it back home, I was exhausted both physically and emotionally. As I entered our bedroom to get ready for a peaceful night in, I could feel the weight of the world on my shoulders.

I kicked off my shoes and slumped down on the bed with a heavy sigh. Kirk looked at me with concern in his eyes, wondering what could have happened, that left me so drained. "What happened, love? You look like you've been through a war," he said softly, sitting down beside me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. How could I put into words the frustration and disappointment that had plagued me from morning until night? But Kirk was always there for me, to listen and offer comfort.

So I began to recount the events of the day, letting out all the pent-up emotions that had been building inside me.

As I spoke, Kirk listened intently, his hand gently rubbing my leg in a soothing gesture. He didn't interrupt, he simply listened, letting me rant.

When I finished, telling him every detail of my miserable day, I looked up at him, feeling a mix of gratitude for his emotional support.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that," he said, his voice filled with compassion. "But I'm here now, and I want to take care of you."

Kirk leaned in closer, his warm breath caressing my cheek as he gazed into my eyes with concern. Slowly, giving me time to pull away if I wished, he closed the distance between us. His soft lips met mine in a gentle, comforting kiss.

For a brief moment, I found myself hesitating, my body tensing slightly. The events of the day still weighed heavily on my mind, making it difficult to fully surrender to the intimate gesture.

Yet as his caring eyes met mine, shimmering with unwavering devotion, something inside me shifted. A quiet voice whispered that, maybe, allowing this tender moment was exactly what my weary soul needed.

Slowly I tilted my chin up to meet him halfway. Kirk's lips brushed against mine, soft and gentle as a butterfly's wing. As our kiss deepened, the tension and stress of the day seemed to slowly melt away.

As our lips parted, Kirk's gaze remained fixed on mine, his eyes now darkened with desire, yet still brimming with deep affection. He spoke, his words a mere whisper that carried the weight of a powerful promise, "I want to make you feel better. Let me take care of you."

With a gentle hand, he reached out to caress my face, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. His touch was light, yet it sent shivers down my spine. His fingers trailed down my neck, then along my collarbone, causing me to shudder involuntarily.

Kirk began to undress me slowly, his hands moving delicately over the fabric of my clothes, peeling them off one by one until only my panties remained.

Kirk's fingers danced across my skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. His warm hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, coaxing them to harden under his touch.

Leaning down, he captured a nipple between his plump lips, suckling gently, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

His mouth trailed downward, kisses dotting a path across my stomach until he reached the waistband of my panties. With deft fingers, he slowly pulled them down. He tossed the delicate fabric aside, his heated gaze drinking in the sight of me laid bare before him.

Kirk settled between my spread legs, his breath hot against my most intimate area. His shoulders pressing against my inner thighs as he looked up at me with smoldering intensity.

Kirk's warm smile was reassuring, his dark brown eyes filled with tenderness and longing. "Just relax for me, okay?" he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

I nodded, unable to form words as I fixated on his face, my heart pounding in anticipation of the intimacy to come.

With a gentle hand, Kirk guided my thighs further apart, creating a comfortable space for himself before he lowered his head, his breath ghosting over my sensitive folds before his mouth made contact.

The first touch of his lips sent a ripple of delight through me, and I felt myself begin to melt into the mattress. Kirk's tongue darted out, tracing the contours of my sex with a feather-light caress that left me gasping.

His tongue delved deeper, exploring every hidden crevice with a sensual curiosity that drove me wild. He lapped at my clit with increasing fervor, the wet sounds of his ministrations filling the room.

My hips bucked reflexively, seeking more of his skilled attention. As he worked me into a frenzy, Kirk added a finger to the mix, sliding it into my clenching heat alongside his tongue.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close as I felt the waves of ecstasy he created. His finger pumped in time with his oral attentions, curling and twisting to hit that sweet spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

Kirk's relentless assault on my senses pushed me to the edge. The combination of his skilled tongue and probing finger proved too much for my overwrought nerves to withstand.

With a soft cry of his name, I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me like a wave. Kirk lapped at my spasming flesh, drinking in every drop of my release.

Only when the tremors subsided did he withdraw, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Oh baby, you did so well. Let me show you how much more you deserve." Rising to his feet, he began to shed his clothes, revealing his tan physique.

Kirk's naked form gleamed in the soft light as he moved towards the bed. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he climbed back onto the mattress, settling his weight atop mine.

For a few heartbeats, we simply breathed together, our chests rising and falling in sync. I could feel the heat of his skin against mine, the steady thrum of his pulse, and the way his hardness pressed insistently against my thigh.

He captured my lips in a searing kiss that stole my breath and set my pulse racing once more. Breaking the embrace, Kirk's eyes searched mine for permission, for consent as his body nestled against mine.

I wrapped my arms around him, welcoming the heat of his skin against mine, the strength of his muscles flexing beneath my fingertips as he sunk deep into my heat.

Kirk's movements were languid, unhurried, as if savoring every moment of our connection. He kissed along my neck, pausing to nibble at the sensitive spots he knew drove me wild.

Each touch was a whispered promise of pleasure and satisfaction. As he gently rocked against me, the drag of his length against my soft folds sent jolts of electricity through my body.

I arched up to meet him, desperate for more of that exquisite friction. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, two pieces of a puzzle fitting together seamlessly.

As he picked up pace, Kirk angled himself just right, hitting that spot deep inside that had me seeing stars. I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in even deeper, wanting to be consumed by him utterly.

Kirk's movements became more urgent, his thrusts growing deeper and more insistent as he listened intently to my soft moans of pleasure. Our hands intertwined above my head as I could feel the tension coiling tighter within me.

Kirk's gaze never wavered from mine, his eyes blazing with desire. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice low and husky. "Let me see you come apart for me."

Hearing his words and feeling his gentle but intense thrusts continue, I felt the dam break within me. A moan tore from my throat as I came, my body trembling beneath him. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me breathless and in bliss.

Through half-lidded eyes, I watched Kirk's face contort in delight as he found his own release. His soft groans mingled with my faint gasps and when the last tremors subsided, he leaned down, capturing my lips in a loving kiss.

Pulling back, Kirk gazed at me with an expression of profound affection, his chest still heaving with exertion. With a careful withdrawal, he settled his body beside mine, wrapping his strong arms around me in a protective embrace.

Kirk chuckled softly as he held me against his chest and pressed feather-light kisses to my forehead, my eyes meeting his as he smiled softly. "Feeling better, baby?"

I nodded, a smile playing on my lips as I snuggled closer to Kirk's warmth.

"I'm feeling much better, you always know just what I need."

The comforting weight of his arms around me chased away all the tension and worry from the day, replaced by a sense of peace and happiness in his embrace.

Pressing another tender kiss to my forehead, Kirk murmured, "Good, that's my girl." His thumb brushed lightly over my cheekbones. Our eyes locked, and in their depths, I saw only love and devotion.

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."

Hii Val, was wondering if you could do a Kirk smut, maybe distracting him as he's playing guitar??

This turned out to be quite long, hopefully this is what you had in mind 😊

Chords of desire

Kirk Hammett x Reader ☆ smut, light degradation

On a lazy and rainy Sunday afternoon, the sound of Kirk's guitar filled the cozy living room. He sat on the couch, his fingers moving swiftly across the strings, his brow furrowed in concentration. As I watched him from afar, I couldn't help but smile at his determination.

Occasionally, a swear word would escape his lips as he messed up a note or a riff. I chuckled to myself, knowing that Kirk was a perfectionist when it came to his music. He would never admit it, but I could tell that he was getting frustrated with himself.

I debated whether to suggest that he take a break, but I knew he would just brush off my suggestion in that moment of creativity striking. Kirk was the type of person who would push himself to the limit, constantly striving to improve and perfect his craft.

The rain continued to patter against the window, creating a soothing backdrop to Kirk's music. The room was filled with a sense of calm and contentment, despite Kirk's occasional outbursts of frustration.

I watched as he closed his eyes, lost in the music he was creating. His fingers danced across the strings, creating beautiful melodies that filled the room.

As Kirk sat there, playing guitar, he looked beautiful with his eyes closed, soft features focusing on the melody that came from the instrument in his hands and I couldn't help but admire him, feeling a familiar need and craving for him coming up inside of me as I kept watching my boyfriend.

Feeling bored with nothing to do, I imagined what me and Kirk could be doing instead of him being occupied by his holy grail and I bit my lip as I kept peering at him, horniness now added to my boredom.

With each strum of the guitar strings, Kirk's fingers danced across the fretboard with a rhythmic precision that seemed almost hypnotic to watch. The high notes reverberated through the air, mingling with the scent of freshly brewed coffee from the kitchen.

His profile was a study in concentration, the occasional wisp of dark hair brushing against his cheeks.

Lost in the music, Kirk remained oblivious to my intense gaze, my mind racing with fantasies of how I'd rather have him occupied - perhaps tangled in the sheets, his body slick with sweat as I explored every inch of him. A flush crept up my neck, heat pooling between my thighs as my imagination ran wild.

A smirk suddenly appeared on my face as I made my way over to the sofa where Kirk sat with his guitar, stopping behind him. I gently wrapped my arms around his neck, making him stop mid-riff.

"Baby, I'm kind of occupied right now." He told me, no intend to remove the instrument from his hands.

"I know, but I'm bored." I pouted as my lips found his neck, placing a tender kiss on his exposed skin.

Kirk couldn't help but sigh as I began to pepper his neck with kisses, his fingers pausing over the strings as I continued my little attack on him. "Hey, I'm trying to practice, we have a gig in two days."

"I know, but I'm sure you could use a little break don't you?" I tried again but Kirk was stubborn and shook his head.

Kirk's resistance only seemed to fuel my desire, the challenge of getting him to put down his beloved guitar. My kisses trailed up his neck, breath hot against his ear as I whispered, "Come on, Kirk, just ten minutes. I promise I won't distract you for too long."

Despite my coaxing, Kirk remained steadfast, his grip on the instrument unyielding. I could sense the tension in his body, a battle between his dedication to the music and the undeniable pull of my touch. It was almost enough to make me give up...almost.

Instead, I decided to take a different approach. I shifted to bypass the sofa and took a seat right next to Kirk, getting comfortable, propping my head up as I watched him with a smirk.

Seeing me sit down beside him, Kirk's focus wavered for just a split second before he quickly regained it, not wanting to let me break his concentration. He felt my eyes on him, watching every move he made, studying him.

The way I was smirking didn't go unnoticed either. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly upwards into a small smile that was quickly suppressed. Despite the nervousness bubbling within him, he kept playing, his fingers dancing across the strings with practiced ease.

Kirk glanced over at me again, his gaze lingering longer this time. My proximity was making it harder for him to concentrate, but he refused to give in. "Babe, I told you I need to practice. Whatever you want right now can wait."

"Alright, then I just stay here and watch."

I said and tried to behave for the moment, waiting for Kirk to continue his essential task before teasingly sliding a hand up his thigh.

Kirk sighed deeply, his frustration evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted uncomfortably under my touch, feeling a mix of annoyance and anticipation. His fingers continued their rhythmic dance across the guitar strings, the soft melody filling the room.

His mind however was elsewhere, on my teasing hand slowly creeping up his thigh.

Kirk gave me a stern look, lips set in a firm line as he reached out, placing his hand over mine. He gave it a firm squeeze, a silent warning for me to back off. "This is the last warning."

Kirk maintained his composure, the stern look never leaving his face. Yet, despite his words, there was a hint of anticipation in his voice.

Testing the waters to tease him even more, I pushed my body closer to his, pressing myself against his side. My free hand moved up to his chest, nails lightly dragging across his shirt as I leaned in closer. My lips brushed against his ear as I whispered, "Or what? What are you going to do, stop playing?"

My other hand continued its upward journey, moving higher on his thigh until it was dangerously close to the bulge forming in his pants covered by the instrument in his lap.

"Okay, enough!" Kirk suddenly stopped plucking the strings and grabbed my wrist harshly with a threatening expression before putting his guitar aside. "Since you're that fucking needy, get on your knees."

My eyes widened at Kirk's abrupt command, but a thrill of excitement coursed through me as I quickly complied, sinking to my knees in front of him on the carpeted floor.

As I gazed up at him, Kirk's gaze was intense, a mix of dominance and desire. His free hand reached out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch surprisingly gentle considering the stern tone he'd used earlier. "Look at me," he commanded quietly.

When I met his eyes, he tilted my chin up with his thumb, studying my face intently. After a moment, he leaned down, his lips hovering just inches from mine.

"That's what you wanted, right? Choking on my fucking dick," he murmured against my mouth.

Kirk's words sent a shiver down my spine and I nodded, the raw lust in his voice making my core clench with anticipation. As he spoke, his hand deftly unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his jeans. He pulled them and his boxers down just enough to free his throbbing erection, not bothering to remove the garments fully.

The thick length sprang forth and Kirk wrapped his fingers around it, giving himself a few slow strokes as he continued to hold my gaze captive. "Open wide, baby," he growled, guiding his cock toward my parted lips. "Take every inch like a good and needy girl."

The dominant command in his tone left no room for argument and I pushed my lips down his shaft, slowly with just the right amount of pressure to leave him gasping at my eagerness.

Kirk's sharp intake of breath rewarded my careful technique as my warm, wet mouth enveloped his cock. Moaning low in his throat, Kirk tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding me along his impressive length.

I relaxed my throat, allowing him to slide deeper into the silky constriction. Each inch felt thicker than the last, stretching my lips and pressing insistently against the inside of my mouth. "Fuck yes, just like that," Kirk groaned, eyes rolling back in bliss.

I sucked on his cock like a slut before letting go only to lick my way up his length, taking the tip into my mouth with gentle force, my lips engulfing him, tongue teasing the head until it got too much.

Kirk abruptly yanked me off his cock, a string of saliva connecting my lips to the glistening head for a fleeting moment before breaking. He leaned back into the cushions of the sofa, his breathing ragged, and glared down at me with a mixture of frustration and dark hunger. "Strip. Now."

I hesitated for a second, as I stared up at him but swiftly began peeling off my top, revealing the sheer lacy fabric beneath. Kirk's gaze raked over my exposed skin, his chest rising and falling with each deepening breath.

Once my upper body was bare, he pointed to my shorts. "Everything," he demanded, his eyes never leaving mine.

As I leisurely stepped out of my shorts and panties, I watched Kirk shed his clothes off his lower body rapidly, unclad legs spread in front of me, cock standing tall, before he forcefully pulled me into his lap with a mischievous smile.

As soon as my naked form settled onto Kirk's muscular thighs, his hands roamed over my curves, mapping every inch of exposed skin. His fingers danced along my spine, sending shivers down my back, before dipping between my breasts to tweak and pinch my nipples into hard peaks.

"Mmm beautiful. That's what you wanted, right?" he murmured, his breath hot against my ear as he nipped at the lobe.

With that, I nodded eagerly and he shifted me slightly, positioning me directly above his throbbing erection. The head nudged against my slick entrance, teasing and probing for entry.

My hips instinctively rocked forward, seeking more contact, more friction.

Kirk chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through me. "Impatient little thing, aren't you?"

I blinked as our eyes met before reaching down between our bodies to align him with my dripping mound. As I sunk down on Kirk's length, I gasped audibly, his hungry gaze tracing my curves before bending down to eagerly kiss my breasts as we started moving.

Kirk's lips trailed fiery paths across my chest, pausing to suckle at a pert nipple while his hips surged upward, driving himself deeper inside of me. Each powerful thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through my senses, making my inner walls clench around him in response.

My hands tangled in his hair, holding him close as he lavished attention on my breasts. Lost in the haze of lust, I began to ride him with increasing urgency, my movements becoming more desperate with every little pant slipping from my lips.

Kirk met each downward plunge with a corresponding upward thrust, creating a primal rhythm that seemed to synchronize our very beings.

Eventually, he broke away from my breast, his eyes blazing with intensity as he captured my mouth in a searing kiss.

Kirk wrapped his arms around me tightly as he passionately moved his plush lips against mine, tongues twining around each other and I could only moan into the kiss, overwhelmed from all the pleasure.

As the passionate kiss deepened, Kirk's tongue dominated mine, claiming my mouth just as his cock claimed my body.

He swallowed my moans, drinking in my pleasure like the finest wine. One hand slid down to grip my hip, guiding my movements as I rode him harder and faster.

The new angle allowed him to hit that special spot inside of me with every thrust, sending jolts of electricity shooting up my spine. My nails raked down his back, leaving red lines in their wake as I clung to him desperately.

Breaking the kiss, Kirk buried his face in the crook of my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there. He marked me as his, branding me with his passion.

"Kirk, I'm getting close!" I whimpered, my nerve endings on fire as I felt him all around me, electrified by every kiss, touch and movement.

"That's it," he growled against my throat, his voice rough with desire. "Take what you need. Let go for me."

At my breathless admission, Kirk's grip on my hips tightened almost painfully as he increased the force and speed of his thrusts. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with my escalating moans and cries of pleasure.

"I've got you," he panted against your skin, his words punctuated by sharp thrusts. "Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock."

One hand snaked between our sweat-slicked bodies, finding my aching clit. He circled the sensitive nub with ruthless precision, pushing me closer and closer to the brink of oblivion.

My inner muscles fluttered and clenched around him, the coil of tension in my core winding tighter and tighter until finally, it snapped. Ecstasy exploded through me in a blinding wave, my vision whiting out as I came undone in his arms.

I cried out in delight as the orgasm hit me, Kirk panting into my ear, an angelic sound as I saw stars before my eyes, my head dizzy as I felt him plunge into me from beneath to chase his release like a desperate man.

Kirk moaned deeply as he felt my pussy clamp down on him, milking his shaft with rhythmic contractions. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer under the onslaught of my intense pleasure.

With a final thrust, Kirk buried himself to the hilt inside of me, his cock pulsating as he unleashed a torrent of hot seed deep within my spasming channel, marking me irrevocably as his.

As the aftershocks subsided, Kirk collapsed back against the couch, pulling me into his embrace. He cradled me against his chest, his heart still racing from the force of his climax. "Fuck, that was incredible," he breathed, pressing a tender kiss to the top of my head.

"I knew you couldn't resist me. You're so easy to distract." I chuckled breathlessly as I leaned my naked body against Kirk as he slipped out of me.

Kirk smirked at my playful accusation, his arms wrapping around me possessively as he held me close. "Easy to distract? Maybe. But impossible to ignore when you're this irresistible."

Embracing Imperfections

Reader is feeling insecure about her body and Kirk is there to tell her how much he loves her body.

Kirk Hammett x Reader ☆ Fluff and tiny bit of smut, body insecurities

Standing in front of the mirror, dressed in a pair of tight cycling shorts, you can't help but feel self-conscious about your thighs. You had been feeling that you had gained some weight recently, and it was starting to affect your confidence. You sigh, running a hand over your curves and wishing you could just magically make them disappear. You turn this way and that, trying to get a better look at yourself from every angle.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should voice your insecurities. But Kirk's comforting presence makes you feel safe, and you decide to open up to him. "Kirk baby," you watch him through the reflection of the mirror as he sits on the edge of the bed. "I feel like I've gained weight, especially in my thighs. I don't feel very attractive right now," she admits, her voice quiet.

Your eyes meet and Kirk smiles at you reassuringly. "You look beautiful, as always," he says and notices your critical expression as your turn around to face him.

"You're perfect just the way you are,"

But despite Kirk's reassurances, you can't shake the feeling of insecurity that has crept into your mind. You've always been conscious of your body, always striving for perfection. And now, with the added pressure of society's unrealistic beauty standards, you can't help but feel like you're falling short.

Kirk looked up into your eyes, placing his hands on the back of your thighs. "Baby, I want you to know something. I think you are so fucking hot and I love every single part of you. And that includes your thighs."

You raise an eyebrow, unsure of where this was going. "I just feel like I've gained some weight lately..." You said, feeling self-conscious.

Kirk shook his head. "You haven't and I don't care about that. To me, you are the most gorgeous woman in the world. And I love every inch of your body, including your thighs. They are strong and soft and just perfect."

You felt a blush spreading across your cheeks. "Really?"

"Really." Kirk said, pulling you closer. "I want you to know that I love you just as you are. And I want to show you just how much."

With that, he pulled you down onto his lap, leaned in and kissed you deeply, bodies pressed together. You could feel the heat and desire building between you as you explored each other's bodies.

Kirk trailed his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He moved lower, his hands caressing your curves as he went.

When he reached your thighs, he paused, looking up at you with a wicked grin. "These are my favorite part of you." He said, before a hand slipped between your legs and he presses a hungry kiss onto your soft lips.

You gasp as he continues to explore your body, his touch setting your skin on fire. You tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him closer as you both lose yourself in the passion of the moment.

As you eventually come together in a rush of pleasure, you knew that Kirk truly did love every part of you. And you felt more confident and beautiful than ever before.

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THIS IS A POST FOR THE HALLOWEEN THING I WAS TALKING ABOUT giving it to ya'll early cus i can't wait until october to actually post it

TW FOR KNIVES N BLOOD 🏃‍♀️

imagine going to a costume party in the 80's, dressing up as a slutty, revealing outfit just so you could get everyone's attention. you went with some of your girlfriends who basically begged you to go, and tried convincing you to go because hot guys were going to be there, so of course you agreed.

when you finally showed up, everyone was wearing something and practically already drunk and high on whatever they were smoking. you all split up, trying to mingle with people. everyone you met were boring, so you decided it was time for a drink. you went over to the kitchen, grabbing a beer, while another hand grabbed one as well, you staring at the figure. you smiled at them, someone dressed up at ghost face. it was probably the most "accurate" halloween costume you've seen all night.

"you chose to dress up scary, huh?"

you chuckled, popping open your beer before actually deciding to talk to the other, "yeah, i guess so. thought it made sense," the voice coming from behind the mask sounded higher pitched and nervous, kinda like a pre-teen. it three you off guard a little bit, but there's not way he could be that young to be at a college party.

"what's your name?"

"er- Kirk,"

he was hesitant, but you just shrugged it off, "why do you sound so nervous? did something happen?" you asked, getting closer to him, bodies accidentally rubbing up against eachother. he paused for a long moment before answering, "oh uh- no, no. you just look really nice.... that's all." he said a little sarcastically, you crossing your arms, looking up at him.

"sooooo.. are you saying i don't actually look good, Kirk?"

"wh- no!! i really do like it- looks hot, that's all,"

you couldn't hide the rosiness from your cheeks, Kirk getting closer, extending an arm around your waist and pulled you even closer, walking with you like a guard dog.

"can we get a room?"

you laughed at how straight to the point he was, but you agreed, him taking you to an empty room, locking the door. he hesitated to take his mask off, but he did, showing how much of a literal angel he was underneath.

"sorry, should i put it back on?"

he immediately pulled it on by the jaw dropped look you were giving him, the rest of him shirtless with only boxers on. you stripped as well, only staying in your bra and panties.

he got on the bed, you immediately straddling him, grinding against his knee, his hands slithering up your body to land on your hips, squeezing at the flesh that spilled out of his fingers.

he pulled himself out of his boxers, slapping the tip against your thigh, "can i put it in?" he asked before you hummed in approval. he didn't waste any time before burying the tip inside your seeping cunt, him throwing his head back as he let out a relieved, loud groan.

"mmh.. so wet. fuck yourself on my dick, baby.."

while you were doing that, he pulled out a pocket knife, immediately getting startled because you thought he was going to murder you, but he was softly teasing your skin with it. soon enough starting to lightly press down, carving "kh" into the flesh of your thigh. when he did, you were whimpering and whining at the blade. he ripped the mask of, him already looking fucked out.

you two were going pretty slow and he couldn't take it anymore, ripping you off of him and putting you onto your back, forcing your legs open before going down on you without any warning. you were squirming and moaning at the touch, gripping at his curly hair, pushing him down and thrusting your hips up.

he chuckled at your desperation, him closing his eyes before sucking harshly around your clit, earning a few high pitched gasps and name moans from you. the slurping sounds were getting louder and messier before you came in his mouth.

your legs were shaking and involuntarily closed when he pulled away, him wiping his mouth. he bent down to lick over the blood on your thigh before he kissed you.

"so good, felt so good.."

he said softly before laying next to you. you felt bad for not making him cum, so you decided to blow him too, just to return the favor. the fast pace made him whine, pushing your head down softly before immediately shooting his load down your mouth. you choked a little but then brought your head back up to rest your head on his chest.

you had a fun time, and maybe you should listen to your friends more often. you two both passed out soon after that, Kirk holding you close and bringing a blanket to cover the both of you.

hi, luv! (if people notice me, no you don’t i’m everywhere) can you write sucking off load era kirk, i was watching the 1997 live in salt lake city and i’m quaking!! 🥲 thank you, sweets! <3

uhhhm.... YES!! because just look how FINE this man is in this era with his piercing and everything.. RAAAAHHHH!!!!!!! (i need him & '96 Jason too bad 💔) this man was such a menace too oh good lord 🙏

honestly, sucking this man off ESPECIALLY in this era would be SUCH a fucking DREAM im telllinggggg you. this man could literally fuck you silly just by a blow job it's crazy.

at first he'd be a little slow, just making sure you can handle yourself and then he'd be like, "good job, princess.. taking all of it like a good girl," while taking a second to catch his breath before shoving you all the way down on him, hand in your hair so hard he's making knots and his left on your throat, feeling his dick poke out.

everytime you bob your head down if you close your eyes, he'll give you two light slaps (basically taps) on your cheek saying, "cmon, gotta look at me, baby." and "yeah, right there.. atta girl.." when you look up and start making eye contact again. he'll start to get comfortable again and lean his head back, groaning, letting the rumbles come out of his throat.

when you start to finally slow down and use your hands on him more, he just looks down at you, head tipped to the side as he softly caresses your cheek.

"gettin' tired already, baby?"

"let me help,"

he'd smile all genuine before putting both hands on your head and starts fucking your mouth like it's a different hole. he's in balls deep as you can barely take it, gagging around him as drool seeps out of your mouth, lubricating his dick even more mixing with his precum.

the vibration from your moans are enough to make him finish and end his high, he's pretty much just getting off at the sight of you now. you try to steady yourself by putting your hands on his thighs but he's already done before you can get another breath in.

yanking your head back, he jerks himself off for a second before painting your face with himself. it's going in all different directions while he's giving you slight whines and grunts with his head tipped back.

his hips jerk up for a moment before he looks back at you, giving a cocky smile, "hah.. shit- looks like you had a fun time, heh?" and "thank you baby, fuck you were so good," he'd grin and kiss you on the lips softly before getting up to go get a wash cloth to clean you up.