#kirk hammett imagine

[distorted59]

First of all, I love your works soooo much! And I love you too

Please I really want Kirk Headcanons. He’s the love of my life! I want to cuddle him and also something smut things too

thank you lovely!! I'm sorry for taking so long, i hope you enjoy!! <3

He’s really shy!! When you first met him, he was very nervous. Blushing and stumbling over his words. (You thought it was absolutely adorable of course!!!) When he first shook your hand, he felt electricity running through his body. After a while he fell right into your trap, he was hooked. Begging for more every day. 

He gets flustered a lot when he’s around you. He would mess up riffs during rehearsals or stumble over his words. One time he didn’t sleep very well, because he was overthinking all night. (May or may not have been horny all night) and he’d show up tired and sexually frustrated. You’d welcome him with open arms and took a nap together, when he woke up (hard) he got nervous. Your smell and arms around him drove him crazy. You noticed him stiffening once he woke up and quickly figured out what was happening. You’d start kissing his neck and rubbing him over his jeans. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

loves to eat pussy. Like he devours it. All of the boys would be into it but he’s addicted to it. Very good at it as well. He’d pull you to the edge of the bed so he could grind himself against the mattress while eating you out.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby.” Kirk moans against your cunt. His hips are unrhythmic and desperately grinding against the bed. 

you moan and tug on his hair, keeping him in place right between your thighs. 

“Hmm!” you let out a squeal as he hits just the right spot. Kirk is humping against the bed like an animal. 

“gonna make me cum just like this, honey, fuck!” 

I feel like he gives the best hugs ever! Loves to cuddle and hold you close to him. 

80s Kirk is such a cutie, I just wanna hold him and kiss all his worries away. like, he’s such a geek with all his comics and action figures. Imagine going with him when he wants to buy new toys.

“Oh my god, babe!” Kirk whisper-yells at you and holds up a new issue of ‘Monster Magazine’. 

“Is that the new one, baby?” you smile at him, finding it overly adorable how excited he always gets.

"Yeah!" He looks at the back. “I’m gonna get this.” 

He smiles excitedly at you and kisses your cheek. You giggle and blush a bit, not expecting the kiss. 

“Can I read it after you’re done?” 

“Of course, baby!” Kirk grabs your hand. “We’ll read it together!”

Talking ab horror…. he would be into monster roleplay…. HE WOULD DONT DENY IT. Like him dressing up as dracula and you are the girl who got lost….. like!!!????? and he finds you and traps you and bites you and fucks the absolute life out of you. Thank you for listening. 

Also, the fact that in all those videos where he makes a joke and no one laughs??? c'mon now… baby is just trying to have some fun :(

his stutter is so cute!!! he still gets nervous sometimes and can’t look you in the eye or form a sentence. but you don’t mind. <3

I have been thinking about this a lot lately; giving Kirk head for the first time. him all whiny and excited, not knowing what to expect. 

“I’ll be gentle, okay?” You look up at him through your lashes. 

“Mhm.” He has his fingers over his mouth, unable to even speak. You stroke him lazily and smile at him. He throws his head back and lets out a huge moan when you lick the tip. 

“Ooh~, baby!” He whines. “ngh.. fuck!” his chest moves up and down and he tries to hold your hair back for you. 

you lick him from the base up and put him in your mouth. You’d think he’s seeing stars, cause he lets out the most heavenly moans you’ve ever heard. 

“feels so good, baby~”

yes, just a silly little thought.

the older he gets the rougher he gets, i feel. I mean, the fame and money definitely upped his confidence. which isn’t a bad thing AT ALL.

One of my favorite eras of him is htsd, his hair is starting to gray a little bit, and his skin has that old deep tan. the mustache, the goatee. yes just yes. 

I feel like he’s such a tease!!??  imagine going out for dinner with some friends, or the rest of the band. and he’s touching you all over. 

“Does my baby wanna feel good?” he slides his hand over your thigh. He’s been touching your thighs an kissing your neck all fucking night. 

“Kirk, please.” you whimper. “Not here, why here?” 

“Why here?” he smirks against your neck and moves up to whisper in your ear. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this as much as I do, princess.”

GIMME THAT I NEED IT NOW

He’s a really sweet boy, has a kind heart and actually looks too cute to be in a metal band. His voice is so sweet, his hands are very soft. (they become more and more calloused over the years). He would trace his fingers over your skin and whisper sweet things in your ears and place soft kisses on your neck. 

ALSO Kirk with eyeliner!???? just imagine you making him feel so good after a show or sum and he starts crying in pleasure and it just drips down his face!!???? His face is messy and his eyes are red with tears as he craves more and more of you.

actually need that rn

and going to the beach with him!! maybe he'll teach you how to surf or just chill with you enjoying some drinks in the shade and going for a casual swim. <3

[thekirbishow]

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

[vaginalsauce]

Caught

warnings;

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

a/n;

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

summary;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That got their attention.

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

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

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

Lars shrugged, turning back to the TV.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You felt Kirk give a small thrust, just chuckling.

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

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

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

[aestas666]

The Interview [K. Hammett]

pairings: kirk hammett/female! reader

warning/s: smut, inappropriate language. MINORS DNI

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

5:00 AM

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

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

METALLICA

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“(Y/N)”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I look like a groupie?” 

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

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

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

“God I would.” 

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

“Huh?”

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

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

“What place do you want to visit most?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me. Do you want this?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you ready?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll think about it.”

[humanrindswrites]

scary movie

pairing: kirk hammett x female reader

summary: kirk's girl is a hardened horror veteran, just like him, but even veterans have their limits.

warnings: fluff, mentions of gore (they’re watching horror movies)

word count: 859 words

a/n: little factoid about me is that i love really gory movies but sexual violence is where my tolerance for extremity ends. also, if you've never seen cannibal holocaust just know that it has real scenes of animals being killed just for the sake of it. it's not a movie for the faint-hearted.

“So, what did you say this movie was called again?” Kirk asked as his girlfriend set up the VCR in the living room.

“Cannibal Holocaust,” she said once the machine was turned on and ready for the tape. “It got banned in England recently and the director got arrested in Italy because they thought he actually killed the actors.”

“Sounds gnarly,” he said as he took the videotape box from her. “Everything gets banned in England these days.”

“That’s true, they’d probably ban a movie because somebody got a paper cut.”

When Kirk first saw her in the video rental store, he thought maybe she was a beginner looking for something tame to watch with friends and could maybe find something that would get her jumping into his arms like a little lamb. Instead, he found out that she was just as much an expert as he was and liked her movies gory and borderline upsetting.

It was pretty much love at first sight for him.

She had her finger on the pulse for all the wild new movies coming from Europe and which ones were getting banned in Europe for being ‘harmful to children’ or some other ridiculous shit that some old people were saying. He was more versed in the classics but finding these scandalous new videos was something that he never really had the time to do anymore.

They made popcorn in the kitchen while the trailers played at the beginning of the tape, making it back just in time for the movie to start. The screen showed a beautiful sweeping shot of the Amazon rainforest set to a lush orchestral score, as if it was a nature documentary or a romance, lulling them into false security of what was to come.

When she’d originally told him that the movie was a nasty one, Kirk thought that she was just exaggerating. He’d seen some gory movies before but they’d never been as grisly and realistic as this. The two of them watched in stunned silence as people were killed, raped, beaten, and animals were slaughtered before their very eyes.

The videotape’s quality added to the horrifying visuals before them, making the carnage so much more disturbing than it likely was; the poor turtle’s exposed innards were spread across the screen as the eerie soundtrack screeched. Kirk had never expected her to jump into his arms during a movie, but he could feel her tense up and her fingers curl into fists against his chest with every brutal blow.

But no matter how extreme the scenes became, neither one of them could take their eyes away from the screen. Blood was spilt, brains were exposed, bodies were hacked to pieces, women were raped, and people were eaten. She’d promised Kirk a gnarly time and that was exactly what they’d gotten.

I wonder who the real cannibals are, the television said before the camera swept up into the New York City skyline and the credits rolled. They were both quiet until the tape stopped and Kirk picked up the remote from next to him to turn it off.

“You feeling okay?” he asked her. She usually had something to say once the movie had finished, but this time she was stunned into silence. “Hey, it’s only a movie.”

“I didn’t think they were going to kill real animals,” she said, her voice quiet. “I knew it was going to be gruesome, but nobody told me they killed the animals.”

“Aside from that, did you like the rest of the movie?” Kirk asked as he ran his hand up and down her arm.

“I don’t know. It’s something I need to think about. But I know I don’t want to watch it again.

“It wasn’t a Frankenstein flick, that’s for sure.”

“Nobody got raped in any version of Frankenstein as far as I remember.”

“Did you not like that part either?”

“No,” she said, a little louder than she’d intended. “I hate seeing girls get raped in movies. It’s why I hated The Last House on the Left.”

“Mm, that one was intense.”

“At least all of that was fake, not like this,” she said as she sat up and went over to take the videotape out of the VCR. “No wonder it got banned.”

“Are you saying you support movie censorship?” Kirk teased and stood up to help her clear away the dishes that had accumulated on the coffee table.

“I’m not saying that,” she said and playfully slapped him on the arm. “I’m just saying that I can see why people had such a strong reaction to it.”

“Maybe next week I’ll pick the movie so that we don’t watch poor turtles die.”

“What’d you have in mind?”

Kirk took her in his arms and thought for a second, humming in her ear and tapping his fingers on her shoulders for comedic effect.

“How about I Spit on Your Grave?”

“Okay, now you’re just teasing me,” she said as she broke out of his arms and took the dishes into the kitchen.

“Hey, you’re the one who always picks the hardcore stuff, I thought you’d like it!”

[thecitysgraveyard]

Omggg could you do 90s kirk getting cockwarmed by reader or getting a blowjob while he’s practicing on his guitar

yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes YES DUDE i am in love with that and thank you for requesting nonnie <3

you were whining about how much you needed him while he practiced on his guitar

he finally put his guitar away and he said with a slight amused tone in his voice "c'mere baby" he pats on his thigh

you sit on his thigh awaiting his next words, he had a smirk on his face as he told you to take his cock out

your hands rush towards his jeans, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and finally pulling down his boxers

his face still had a cheeky grin as he said "be a good girl and warm my cock f'me"

you shifted and pulled up your skirt, revealing your panties

kirk pulls down your panties, coats his fingers with his spit and rubs it on your folds

"mhm now go on, warm my cock brat" he spat and looked at you with an almost devilish grin as you slowly push yourself onto his cock, his groaned softly as he enters you fully

he looks at you and smiles "good, now don't move stay like this" he says and picks up his guitar again, he starts to practice again and you stay still, just like he told you

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

<3

[clydethesnake]

could you write a angst for Kirk Hammett? it can be anything I just need some hurt rn 🤞🏻😔

Promises

Kirk Hammett x Reader

warnings: angst, cheating, crying

word count: 1k

summary: Kirk made a promise that he failed to keep.

A/N: ofc bbg thanks so much for sending in a request. Sorry if it's shit I wrote it in an hour.

The ring on your finger suddenly felt heavy as you looked into his remorseful eyes, a stark contrast to the green ones boring into you from behind his boxer-clad body.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered so timidly, you thought you had imagined it over deafening screams of the roaring crowd outside.

Your nostrils flared, a red hot anger coursing through your veins at the abhorred sight, as well as an overwhelming urge to slap him across his pouting face. You knew you were crying; the look your boyfriend was giving you was proof enough.

“No.”

His face fell even more - if possible. Glistening lines on his face shined in the bright light of his dressing room, his frown deepening with worry. His bare chest rose and fell with vigour, an unsettling feeling set deep in his stomach; this was never meant to happen.

But as he stared at your watery eyes he knew what the outcome of this conversation was going to be. 

And still, he begged. He pleaded, “Please, I’m sorry.” He attempted to keep a steady voice, though he knew he failed. 

“No Kirk! I trusted you!” It was your turn to keep your voice steady, but with every word and every wince on his face, the more sadness took over you. 

Kirk came closer to you, the woman still lying naked on the couch tossed aside as he watched his soon-to-be-wed girlfriend back away from him as if he were a complete stranger. He knew he shouldn’t have done it - the moment she came onto him he knew he had made a mistake, and yet he carried on. 

“I’m sorry! She means nothing to me!” The woman behind him scoffed, contradicting his words. “I love you.” His voice died down to a whisper once again, and his hand reached out toward yours.

His fingers only managed to brush the tips of yours before you were ripping your hand away. “Stop fucking lying!” Your voice came out harsh and rushed in anger. “I can’t take this anymore, Kirk! The constant lying, partying, drinking, it’s just too much. And this has pushed me over the edge.” You were breathing heavily, eyes focusing on the ceiling light above you.

“Please! We can work through this, please don’t leave!” His pleading eyes met yours as you looked at him; his hair dishevelled and skin covered in a light layer of swear. Normally you’d think he’s beautiful like this, but you immediately shook those kinds of thoughts from your head. “You don’t need to do this!” 

“Stop making this so hard for me.” Your voice was almost a whimper, breathy, a beg for him to stop.

“You don’t have to leave, y/n.” He seemed to have caught his breath, a glimmer of hope lighting up in his eyes. “I love you.” He claimed once again.

“Stop lying to me!” You clenched your eyes together, refusing to look at him. You always knew this would be a possibility. For him to leave on tour and forget about you with someone else, but he always assured you it would never happen; that you were the only one he had eyes for. How foolish you were for believing him.

“I love you.” He whispered into your hair. 

“I love you too.” You replied, turning on your side to face him, giving him a small peck on the corner of his mouth. 

His eyes lit up as he looked up at you, a cute boyish grin tugging at his lips and curly hair covering his eyes as he whispered against your lips, “Turn around, this is my favourite part.” You smiled at his childishness and wiggled back around on the couch just in time to catch Jack look through the pages of his manuscript.

You couldn’t focus, however, a nagging feeling in your stomach as you felt your boyfriend rub circles into your hip, “Kirk?” He hummed in response, “Promise me something?” You looked behind you to meet his eyes.

“Anything.”

You kept eye contact, “Promise me you won’t find anyone else when you leave.” 

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “I would never.” He let out a little chuckle, as if the thought amused him, “You actually worry about that?” He asks, turning serious once again. 

“I dunno, it’s just that I can’t exactly be with you and I’m sure you’ll be surrounded with pretty girls.” The insecurities come out to play as you explain to Kirk, the nagging feeling only becoming deeper as you speak. 

“You have nothing to worry about, I promise.”

You felt numb. The thought alone made you nauseous, but the sight was an even worse feeling. “You promised.” The tears were leaving stains over your cheeks, a salty taste in your mouth every once in a while.

He didn’t have anything to say in response, so he just looked at the ground and nodded. I know.

“So why did you break it!?” You shouted, anger once again taking over. 

“I don’t know, y/n! I’m sorry.” He sobbed. You almost wanted to feel bad for him, but the rage you felt far overpowered your remorse. He didn’t deserve any of it.

Frustrated by the lack of answers, you ripped the silver ring off your finger and stomped towards him. He was still looking at the floor, but saw your shadow and lifted his head to meet your eyes. You picked up his hand and opened his palm flat. Kirk’s heart dropped in his chest as he felt the band being placed into his palm. 

Kirk’s eyes never left yours as he opened his mouth to beg once again, “W-wait y/n. Please, don’t leave me.” His voice was no longer loud, the hope of you staying dissipating rapidly as he watched you start to turn around before grabbing your arm.

“If I don’t leave now I’m just going to regret it later when this happens again.” You rip your arm out of his grip and leave, not looking back at his reaction. It would only hurt you more.

[anna-n-hetfield]

Out On Tour

Request: can i request platonic reader x metallica where they take her on tour with them and how they act towards her and how close they are?

Author’s Note: I tried to make this gender neutral. Hopefully I did good, but if not, I can fix it if I need to. Just let me know.

Can I just say that these boys would be the best friends to have?

Like they are crazy, fun, and sweet. A total triple threat.

And they all like having you around.

Sometimes even get a little jealous when are spend more time with one than the other.

“James, you took Y/N shopping yesterday. It’s my day!”

I kind of feel like Lars would be the worst about it.

Your relationship with each of them would be a little different.

With James, it was mostly about fast cars, guitars, and new songs, and just helping him find his inspiration.

You and Kirk would be chilling with some good horror movies and popcorn.

If you jumped or flinched, Kirk wouldn’t let you hear the end of it. But you were the same with him.

Lars would take you to try a different restaurant in every city you visited and took a bite of what the other ordered just to see if it was good or not.

Like in New York City, you went to a pizza shop, and in San Antonio, an Italian restaurant that had all kinds of talk about it.

You and Jason would play card games and go to museums or local tourist spots. It was most likely you dragging him there, but no one else would go with you.

“Y/N, come on! I don’t want to go to one of those lame places?”

You would look at him with wide shocked eyes, almost like you were going to cry.

Jason was a sucker for tears.

“Fine, let’s go.”

Needless to say, when they performed, you were front row, dancing and singing your heart out to their songs.

Which they all loved to see.

And if anyone in the crowd got too handsy or rough, one of them would be at your defense even if you could take of yourself which they knew you could.

They had taken the time to teach you self-defense.

But you would hear that deep growly voice that was James.

“Keep your hands to yourself, bud.”

Then once the guy left you alone, the show would get back going.

[samiwife]

Stress Relief 𓆩♡𓆪 (Kirk Hammett x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

A/N: This is part two of a request I previously had of Metallica and MCR. ENJOY <3

TW: Pet names, casual sex, and cussing

(Reader discretion is advised)

Kirk has been stressed out recently with the band. He had to practice every day and always had to come home late. But you always waited for him at night. He loved it when you did that, you would always wait for him with his favorite cookies and coffee. He would also stay up to talk to you and even sleep next to you. You would be tired but it was all for Kirk. One night, it was just like any other. Kirk came home at midnight and quickly put his stuff down to hug you. He holds you tightly to him.

"Hey baby, I missed you so much," Kirk says rubbing your back. "I missed you too honey." You said resting your head on his shoulder. Kirk chuckles and lets you go so he can grab his stuff and place it in his room. After that, he walked to you and kissed you on the lips. "I made you your favorite cookies like I always do." You said handing Kirk the plate. Kirk smiles and takes the plate.

He takes one of the cookies and eats it. He smiles and hugs your waist. "Thank you, baby, I really appreciate it. You're so good to me." Kirk said in your ear. You laugh and walk over to the kitchen to make coffee for him. "I totally forgot to make coffee for you, I'm going to make it for you now." You said from the kitchen. Kirk chuckles.

"Babe, you don't have to if you don't want to," Kirk said while putting the plate of cookies on the kitchen counter and walking to you in the kitchen. You looked over at him and stared at him. "Kirk, I want to. You always work so hard and the best I can do is at least make coffee for you." You said while walking up to him. Kirk grabs you by the waist and pulls you in closer to him. "I just don't want you to do things you don't want to that's all but since you do, I guess it's okay. Thank you, sweetheart." Kirk said while kissing your lips.

You kissed back and turned back around to turn on the water kettle to make coffee. Kirk wasn't satisfied with the kiss so he ran up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Kirk, I'm trying to make coffee." You said in a joking tone. "Yeah I know, but I'm not satisfied with the kiss you did," Kirk said holding your waist tighter. "So what do you want then?" You asked him while stroking his hair. "This," Kirk said as he kissed your neck. You gasped at his sudden kiss.

Kirk began to suck on your sensitive skin. You moan quietly as Kirk continued to suck on your skin. Kirk pulled away from your skin revealing that he left a hickey. Kirk chuckled and you looked at it. "Kirk, look what you did!" You said shocked. "What? It looks hot." Kirk defended. You rolled your eyes and kissed him. Kirk kissed deeply, and then Kirk lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist tightly. Kirk carried you to his room. Kirk gently placed you down on his bed and slowly removed your shorts and shirt. Kirk also removed his clothes. Kirk slowly bent down, kissed your soft lips, and rubbed your thighs. "Kirk, I want you and I want you now." You whispered in a shaky voice. Kirk smirked,

"Of course doll, anything for you." He whispers back and pulls you closer to his groin. Kirks slowly and gently slides his member into your area. Kirk groans and moans your name. You huff and whisper his name under your breath. Kirk starts to thrust, but he starts slow since he knows you're a little sensitive. He thrust deeply causing you to moan louder. "Agh! Kirk, go faster pretty boy!" You huffed out. Kirk smirked, "Are you sure, sweetie, can you take it?" He whispers in a low tone in your ear.

"Yes Kirk, I can take it. Fuck me gorgeous," You whispered to him. Kirk blushed at you calling him pet names like gorgeous and pretty boy. He loved every moment of it. Kirk thrust faster in you causing you to scream his name. Kirk thrusted faster and faster. You wrapped your legs around Kirk's waist causing him to thrust deeper and harder. "Agh! babydoll, I'm about to come." Kirk said under his breath. You breathed sharply and moaned. "Kirk, come inside me! I want to feel you in me!" You shouted out causing Kirk to thrust harder.

Kirk thrust in you for a few minutes until you feel a warm sensation fill your clit. You huff and exhale in relief. "Kirk, you are so gorgeous." You said while looking into his eyes. Kirk pulls out and rubs your thighs. "Thank you, baby, you did so good for me. You're my baby girl." Kirk said while lifting you and taking you to the bathroom to clean you up. You kissed Kirk's neck and snuggled your head in his neck. Kirk chuckles and cradles you in his arms. "I love you, Kirk." You said shyly. Kirk smiled and kissed your head. "I love you too sweetie."

[sanman2022]

Kirk hammett gifs ( gifs not mine )

[issie-https]

𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑪𝑺, 𝑲𝑰𝑹𝑲 𝑯𝑨𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑻

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝐾𝑖𝑟𝑘 𝐻𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑡 𝑋 𝐴𝐹𝐴𝐵!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕: 𝑁𝑜

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐾𝑖𝑟𝑘 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑁𝑜𝑛𝑒

𝑨/𝒏: 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠, 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 612

Me and Kirk had decided to go to the local shopping strip and have a day out. With Metallica, tours, recording and more, it's fairly rare that me and Kirk have more than three or four hours together. I'm fine with that because he's doing something he's good at and that he loves but we do miss spending candid time together.

I missed kissing his lips, running my fingers through his hair, listening to him talk about anything and everything. He missed holding me, looking into my eyes, breathing in each others scent.

So days like this where we wander aimlessly, looking around places that peak our interests and spending time together were always cherished. We had just left a record store where we'd bought a new vinyl of Abba's '76 album — our last Arrival vinyl was fairly scratched and made a weird sound during 'Fernando'.

"Y/n, look!" Kirk said, pointing to a comic/collectible store. "You already have like a billion comics, we're running out of room," I laughed. "Please," he begged, squeezing my hand twice. "Fine, but we're just looking," I replied.

I wasn't even lying, almost every room in our cottage had a bunch of comics in. Yes, even the bathrooms. Kirk was a huge geek when it came to comics and superhero figures. I can't say much though as my collection of Dungeons and Dragons merch was also starting to fill the house.

That's actually how we met. I was in a collectible store while looking for some new d&d collectibles and Kirk accidentally walked into me. He was buying a superhero comic and was sort of surprised that I was looking at D&D stuff.

"Look!" He said, pointing to a Marvel comic on the shelf. "You want it don't you?" I asked, looking up at his expression. The only way I can describe it is like a child seeing sweets or presents. "Very much," he replied, picking it up. "Fine, but just this one," I said, handing him the 75 cents for it.

"Can we read it when we get home?" He asked as we left the store. "If you insist," I replied, scanning the strip for a restaurant. My eyes landed on the McDonald's at the end. "Food!" I pointed out. "Thank god, I'm so hungry," Kirk groaned, dragging me to the restaurant.

✧༺༻✧

We arrived back home and I put the new vinyl in the crate we had decorated. "Cola?" I asked, peeking round the corner. He just mumbled an 'mhm' while flicking through the thin pages of the comic.

I took the glass bottle over to him and placed it on the table while flicking the tv on. "Any good?" I asked, swinging my legs over his. "Very," he replied, pulling me closer to his side. "It looks exactly like the last Spider-Man comic you got," I laughed, watching the movie which happened to be Dirty Dancing. "It doesn't if you actually read it and not drool over Patrick Swayze," he rolled his eyes.

I was in fact not drooling over Swayze, thank you very much. I just glanced at my adorable boyfriend who was engrossed in his comic. "I only have eyes for you, dear," I cooed, kissing his cheek. "That's cheesy, but nice to know," he laughed, kissing the side of my head.

I laid my head on his shoulder, soaking up these moments with him. I breathed in his scent and nuzzled into his side as he put his arm around my shoulders. His faint smell of cigarettes, cologne and cola lingering in my nose while I drifted off to sleep to the soft sound of Hungry Eyes.

[distorted59]

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

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

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

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

Bite me please

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

pairing: '93!kirk x fem!reader

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

word count: 1158

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yes."

⋆♱✮☽🦇☽✮♰⋆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"color?" he whispers.

"green..." you breathe out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you smell so fucking good." he groans.

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

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

"please." you nod.

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

"Kirk..." you whine.

"gonna mark you, my love"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"cum for me, my love."

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

"use me, bite me." you whine.

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

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

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

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

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

"it was." he grins.

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

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

"i want to really taste you next time."

[theonlygroupie]

Cold night

Kirk Hammett x Reader

warnings: angst, lots of swearing, mentions of alcohol and drugs

note: hey guys! this is my frst imagine ever so i really hope that you will enjoy this <3

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Me and Kirk have been together for about a year and a half. We did have our ups and downs, but we always somehow managed to stay together. For the last two weeks he has been coming home late and completely wasted, not even capapble of standing on his own and I decided that I’ve had enough.

It was four am, and I stil haven’t closed my eyes for a minute. I couldn’t stop worrying about Kirk. My Kirk. The only person that ever made me happier than anyone could. 

Suddenly, I hear a loud noise coming from downstairs. It was Kirk. I stay in bed and cover myseslf withmy bedsheets. I just didn’t want to even look at him right now. I hear more loud noises and then i hear him crawling on the stairs. 

“Baby...Where are you...?” He whispered while trying to open the door of our bedroom. I sighed and stayed quiet. He then slowly opened the door and said “Don’t you fucking hear me?”. No, not this again. I sat up and looked him. He was barely standing and staring at me. We kept looking at eachother until he came closer to me. He smelled like alcohol and cigarretes which was nothing unusual. “Hi” He said in his normal tone. Hi? is he fucking mad? He just comes here almost breaking everything in my own fucking house, totally wasted and later than he promised and a hi is all that he’s going to say? Not even a stupid apology? I got up with the urge to slap the absolute shit out of him. 

“Kirk, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He also stood up. “What do you mean?” “What do I mean? are you this fucking stupid?!” I said, raising my voice. “Alright then, let me explain what you’re doing! You never even spend time with me and all you do is drink and drugs all day and when you’re supposed to come home you don’t. I mean god knows what you’re doing when Im waiting for you here all the fucking night all worried that you might be dead somewhere in some whores house!” “Don’t you fucking call her that.” He cutted me off. “What? Who’s her? So you’re actually cheating on me?!” I yell in disbelief. I never really thought that he would cheat on me, I just said it because It’s what most men do when they come home so late everyday. Somehow I always trusted Kirk. I thought that we were the kind of couple that were head over heals in love and that all of this was just happening because he’s famous now and wants to know how it feels like to do such stuff. “So what if I am?! It’s not like you fucking care anymore. All you do is complain about the smallest things. When wast the last time you told me you loved me? Or the last time we had sex? Im fucking starving for those two things to get from you after spending all day in studio, working on the new album so you get all that you ever wanted when we had nothing and I can’t even have that?! How can you even be surprised?” It was all true. How cold I be so naive? Did I really think that I coul actually trust him? I thought that he wasn’t like others but I guess I was wrong. He just wanted sex like everyone else. I started tearing up. “Oh look at that she’s crying again!” He said with a smilee on his face. “Do you seriously think that your little sobs will make me feel guilty or something? That’s so... pathetic.” 

Tha’s it. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I curled my hands into fists. “Aw, and now what? You’re gonna hit me? You know that Im much stronger than yo-” He din’t even get to finish the sentence because i punched him right in his face. I never hitted anyone. And never thought that I would, but this was just too much for me. Thanks to the alcohol, he ended up on the floor, passed out. I walked out of the house and drove off to my friends house.

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Don’t worry loves, I will write a part two, i just really want to know if anyone will even read this. 

[guitarizz]

Road-trip

Kirk had one hand on your knee—rubbing it— the other gripping the steering wheel

Your bags were in the back, and you guys were on your way to Minnesota

He was jamming out to one of his songs with you

You guys made a pit stop at McDonalds

You got a burger and fries with a chocolate milkshake, while he got a fishwich with fries and a vanilla milkshake

Soon you guys were done, and you guys walked back to the car hand in hand

You guys started jamming out to more music the second you got into the car

[emsgoodthinkin]

pretty boy 🤎

[thecitysgraveyard]

Could u do a threesome with Kirk and James😊

oml yes definitely and thank you for requesting nonnie :))

james was holding your thighs open and sucking on your clit while kirk was behind, holding you and was making circles on your nipple

as you tried to close your thighs james pulled them open again and said "be a good girl" his voice was a bit muffled cause of sucking on your clit as he said that

soon james's hands reached your folds, kirk now started making circles on your clit as james moved lower, james suddenly pulled your thighs closer to his face and ate out your

kirk whispered into your "baby you can come one more time for us, right?" his tone was sweet and you couldn't deny it

you were a whimpering mess as you nodded, james was taking it slow, teasing you

you said james please wanna cum so bad, you sounded desperate and you looked at james

"hm princess you wanna cum?" james said grinning and you nodded

james now started eating you out faster than before and you moaned at the feeling, you could feel a knot in your stomach, you were right about to cum

kirk started making circles on your clit faster as he whispered in your "you're such a good girl, letting us do anything to you"

your voice was whiny and high as you said i'm 'bout to cum

soon you came and james slapped your sensitive pussy making you jolt with a mix of pain and pleasure

james said "you've been such a good girl for both of us" as he kissed your forehead and you lay back on kirk still holding you from behind