#so to me it's hard to love it when i cant feel good about having curly hair

[mustainegf]

Can you please do a Kirk Hammett smut in the load era where the reader is maybe like a stripper and her and Kirk go into a private room and as she’s like strip teasing him she keeps reminding him that he can’t touch her or anything like that, and then finally when she just in her underwear she tells Kirk that he can touch her and he wastes no time jumping up and starting to like touch her and makeout 🤭🤭 and it gets steammyyy maybeee

I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THIS REQ!!! THIS IS SOOOOO SO SO SO GOOD

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 ¹⁹⁹⁶

"I'm so glad you chose to come see me tonight," I purr, reaching behind me to untie the ribbon holding my bustier closed. I give it one hard tug and feel it loosen. I wait until the moment it slides off, revealing my breasts, before letting it drop to the floor. "Isn't this better than watching the show?"

I turn around and lift one leg, putting my foot on top of the massage chair. Then I reach down and undo the ribbon on my thong. Kirk doesn't say anything.

He just stares at me as I slip out of my lingerie.

When I get down to my underwear, I drop the bow holding my hair up. My long hair falls over my shoulders, pooling in front of me like a cloak.

I bend forward, gripping the armrests of the massage chair and give myself a chance to look over my shoulder at Kirk.

He still hasn't said a word. In fact, he looks like he could be paralyzed. He's frozen in place. His lips are parted. He has no expression on his face. He looks like someone slapped him. "What's wrong? "

"That fact I cant touch you, that's what's wrong." He hissed, glancing up at me as I gave my hips a purposeful wiggle.

I giggle slightly at his frustration, going on to tease him some more. "That's too bad, hm?" I whisper, spinning around slowly before gentle humping the air just above his thigh. "No touching."

Of course I wanted him to touch me, I'd be a fool to say no to the sexy guitarist of Metallica. But I wanted to mess with his head a little bit. I slid my hand over his chest, humming through a smile as I squeezed on of my breasts.

"Hands to the side," Kirk complied, clutching the arms of the chair. "That's a good job," I teased wiggling my hips and letting my hand palm his bulge.

He was big alright. Probably way bigger than he needed to be. "Come on sweetheart, let me touch," he begged, trying to sound collected.

Ileaned over, brushing my mouth against his ear.

"Nope," I whispered, kissing his cheek slowly.

Then I nibbled on his earlobe. I could feel his pulse throbbing beneath my tongue, and the heat radiating off of him. It felt incredible.

I trailed my tongue down the shell of his ear, moaning softly as I did. This man was intoxicating.

There was something about him that was different.

Something about him made me feel... different.

I gave the imprint in his jeans another squeeze, feeling his cock twitch.

"Don't you want to touch me, hm?" I asked, pulling back to meet his eyes. They were burning into mine, lust written all over them. "Yes," he ground out, pulling away from my grip on his jeans.

I smiled, moving back into position and starting a slow grind. I reached up, caressing his chest again, and hummed as he sucked in a sharp breath. I pinched his nipple, giving him another dose of the same.

And that's when the dancing started. After an hour of grinding on his crotch, he was completely frustrated.

"You've played with me long enough," Kirk growled, looking me in the eyes. "How's a backstage pass sound?" He taunted, hoping ids take his bait.

"Oh, so I'm getting a backstage pass now?" I asked, turning around so I could slide onto his lap. Then I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his, and pulled away quickly, sucking on his lower lip.

I didn't have to fake that moan, because it was totally real. When I met his gaze again, I could see the need in his eyes. That was something I loved seeing. Need. Want. Lust.

Kirk began to take b more control, now having been granted access to my body, I wouldn't be shocked if he'd already cum in his pants.

"Kiss me," he demanded, grabbing my waist and pulling me flush against him. I smiled against his lips, loving the way he devoured me. I felt him harden even more as we kissed

As soon as he pulled back, he buried his face between my breasts, sucking my nipples and lightly biting my skin until I gasped.

His hands began roaming over my stomach, heading straight for my pussy. I groaned, trying not to let him know how much I wanted him. It was difficult.

It was really fucking difficult. I couldn't wait any longer. Not one minute more. I had to have him. I needed him. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hip, giving him better access to what he wanted most.

"Kirk, please, now," I breathed, digging my fingers into his scalp. He groaned against my clit, sending sparks flying up my spine. I threw my head back, enjoying the sensation. "I want you inside me," I whimpered.

I reached for his zipper desperately undoing it to get to his cock.

"I need you." I pushed his boxers down and stroked my hand along his length. "Shit," he cursed as he tried to pull away, but I held on tightly.

I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of him in my hand. He was warm, thick, and veiny. It was perfection. "Fuck," he swore, trying to push me off him to get more access. I giggled, wrapping my legs around him again.

"No. I want you inside me." He grabbed my ass cheeks, trying to gain control. I struggled against him, writhing in his arms, trying to get him to fuck me. "Please," I begged, tugging on his hair.

A second later, I felt the tip of his head at my entrance. "Fuck!" he swore, pushing himself deeper inside me. I screamed, welcoming him inside my channel. "Oh god," he moaned, pumping in and out of me slowly.

"Your pussy is perfect," he said, pausing to look up at me. I giggled, riding him now. He kissed me passionately, while still thrusting inside me.

I bucked my hips, taking him deeper inside me.

"Harder," I commanded. "Give it to me harder." He obeyed without hesitation, pumping in and out of me like there was no tomorrow.

Ileaned my head back, moaning loudly. The feel of his thick cock inside me was unbelievable. I wasn't ready for him to stop. I wanted more. I needed more. I wanted to feel him explode deep inside me.

But first, I had to cum. And I would cum. No matter what. It was non-negotiable. He pumped harder, his balls slapping against me with each thrust. "That's it," I encouraged. "Give me that cock."

I reached down and began massaging my clit, bringing myself closer to orgasm. "God yes!" I cried out as he fucked me hard and fast. "Come with me," I begged, moaning as he pounded me harder.

"Yes! Yes! YES!" I cried out as I came. I shook all over as I came, hard. The way he looked at me with so much lust in his eyes made me feel so desired. I felt so damn good.

My body was trembling as he slowed his pace, watching me intently. I was pretty sure he was going to come too. Seconds later, he cried out as he exploded inside me. "Jesus Christ," he cursed, kissing me hard.

We both stayed locked together, holding each other close, panting heavily. Then, slowly, our breaths returned to normal. I kept my leg wrapped around his hip and looked up at him with a small smile.

He smiled back, running his finger across my lips.

"Thank you," he whispered. "For what?" I smirked.

"For not leaving me with blue balls." He cupped my cheek gently with a giggle.

I glanced down and noticed his softening cock was still lodged inside me. I knew I needed more.

[cupiohearts]

AND NOW IM OFF TO THE RACES ?! - pointing out moles with ace, malleus, and vil

( NOT PROOF READ :3)

ACE is obnoxious. he might be your boyfriend but sometimes you feel like decking him in the face sometimes. "hey dont roll your eyes at me!" he says as you switch out of your jacket for the fifth time. you hear his back hit the bed. (it was a very loud screech since your bed is hard as rocks)

"gah!" he brings his body off the bed and deliver a small punch to it "crowley needs to get you a new bed."

"and a new budget" you chime in. sighing as you go through your closet filled with clothes. not like you bought them yourself. it was from kalim, and vil- and just about every other rich student on campus buying you things.

"oh come on! we're gonna be late to riddle's unbirthday party!" he whines as he stares at your back.

"hes not gonna get angry at me. im his favourite now shut up and tell me which looks better!"

you expected him to reply with a sassy comment like he normally does. but youre met with silence. "ace?" you ask as you pause and stare at the ceiling with a raised eyebrow.

after a moment of silence, his voice can be heard in something just slightly above a whisper. "did you know you have a mole on your back? its right-" he gets off the bed. it makes a slight creak as he moves towards you. "here" he finishes.

his finger touching a spot in the middle of your back just a bit to the right. you turn your body around to attempt to look at it.

"i cant see it obviously! my head doesnt spin 360 dummy" you flick his forehead. "now stop looking at my back and focus on the clothes!"

he mimicks your voice in a more high pitched tone before going back to sitting on the bed. "you should show me more of your moles. its like finding shells on beaches."

you were forced to sit down as VIL does your skincare. "i dont think i wanna do this.. im so tired." you complain to your boyfriend.

"close your potato otherwise youll get a mouthful of foam" he commands you while he starts to lather the foam all over your face. you sigh as you close your eyes, feeling the motion of his hands on your face. rubbing in whatever product he was using.

the feeling of his hands circling your cheeks and then back to your forehead and then your chin almost made you fall asleep if it wasnt for the cold water hitting your face.

you opened one eye as you feel his fingers poke at your face. "hm? what the heck why did you poke me!" you say as you open both your eyes and huff at him.

unfortunately he had placed your hands in a covering because he was also putting hand masks on your hands.

he raised an eyebrow at you. geez he was so hot. "i didnt realize you had a mole there prefect" he says as he looks more closely at it. "well yeah- its tiny" you say as you pull your head a bit away from his face. sweating bullets at the sight of the queen himself looking at the mole you had.

"its cute." he simply states before slapping your face with some cream again.

perhaps he thought you didnt realize how his fingers seemed to pay special attention to your mole everytime. whenever he gives you goodbye kisses when the bell rings, he leaves a ring of lipstick around your mole.

he notices it if you cover it up with some makeup or what not. a frown getting on his face as he immediantly swipes at what covers it.

"why did you cover it? its a lovely place for a mole. you shouldnt cover it up. did you know theres a myth that moles appear when our past lover had kissed up before?" he asks you while his eyes were still focused on the mark.

MALLEUS notices your mark when he looks at your foot while you two relax at the lake. he notices it every single day, discreetly (or not) staring at it whenever you go on your rambles about your day or possibly how annoying ace and deuce can get sometimes.

you know he noticed at first because he paused mid conversation to lower his gaze down your foot. it took him a minute or two to snap out of it and stop blanking out on you but the good deed was done.

after that day you decided that his gaze on your foot started to freak you out a bit more so you suggested less water and more shoes rather than sandals.

you didn't think he would notice but while you two hung out in your spot after a week or two. he would start staring down at the spot where he knows where your mole is. he specificallly remembers it and frown.

"child of man take off your shoes"

"tsunotarou we talked about this you cant steal my shoes i only have one pair"

he shakes his head this time. kneeling down at your feet as he slips your slippers off. slipper because you wore them to feel comfortable at night. his hands holding your foot in his hands while your shoe is in your other one.

you gasp and try to take your shoe back from him. your hands no match for his years of experience from doing bits of swordfighting however.

"tsunotarou i need my shoes back! my foot is cold" you whine to him.

"but the dot. you have a beauty mark on your foot"

darn his sad dragon eyes. you wouldve probably hurled a rock at him if he wasnt so naive and confused. you poor poor soul malleus.

"yes i have beauty mark on my foot i have them everywhere on my body tsunotarou. now give me back my shoe" you say with a furrowed eyebrow and a frown etched onto your face huffing.

he lights up at this. the opposite of what you wanted (what you really wanted were those slippers in his hands).

after that day he did give you your slipper back but he started to inspect your body. not as creepy as it seems but whenever he thinks youre distracted he looks everywhere on your body for a darker spot.

god forbid you allow him to do this with free will. sometimes whenever he thinks he hit jackpot on finding a new one, he pulls on your clothes tugging it down or off to look at it without it being obstructed.

youve had very awkward stares about this that you dont wish to describe.

[vilebird]

FUNERAL AFTER A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE

a painting of a pale sky and bright blue sea crashing onto dark rocks and foaming. it's oriented the right way. - Day, by Frederick Judd Waugh

"and the man looks me in the eyes and he points to the blue-orange vault over heaven's gates and he says the face of everyone you miss is up there and i know i know i can't see them but i know" - And What Good Will Your Vanity Be When The Rapture Comes, by Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib

"i've cut myself off. i can feel the place / where i used to be attached. it's raw, as when you grate / your finger. it's a shredded mess / of images. it hurts." The Door, by Margaret Atwood

"i found you / i found the door / but when i stepped through / there was no floor" I want you, by Mitski

a still from a video of a bright setting sun against a dark orange sky and dark blue sea, with the caption "don't cry" - The Green Ray (1986)

"i feel dead. / i feel as if i were the residue of a stranger's life" - The Lost Pilot, by James Tate

"the shuddering moan of blood, a song to calm the sacrificial, the loss across the river. the way a dying animal will look at you is seared into me. we tie together and all over again." - i cant remember what this one is sorru

"i am feeling numb. it's a curious feeling, and i get it all the time. my attention to the world around me disappears, and something starts to hum inside my head. far off, voices try to bump up against me, but i repel them. my ears fill up with water and i focus on the humming inside my head. / i am inside my skull. it is a little cave, and i curl up inside it. below it, my body hovers, unattached." - Madness: A Bipolar Life, by Marya Hornbacher.

"-though we're dry and waiting. part of me died here so another could go on. the body i raised-" - When They Say you Can't Go Home Again What They Mean is You Where Never There, by Marty McConnell

text: "there'll always be a few things / maybe several things/ that you're gonna find / really difficult to forgive" image: a black silhouette of a minotaur sitting on top of a pale pillar rising out of a pale maze, looking out at an orange sunset over an empty desert beyond the walls of its maze. the text is black letters on white pasted in strips over top. - Up the Wolves by the Mountain Goats and Minotauro by Jordi Garriga Mora. collage put together by @scatterghosts

"i know there are things i haven't survived." - Lord of the Butterflies, by Andrea Gibson

"it seems to me that the dead only return for love or for revenge. who did you come back for?" - White is for Witching, by Helen Oyeyemi

a painting of a bright white bird on a background split between dark blue and black - Promised Land (2013), by Michael Creese

"and with or without your support, i will continue / what im trying to say is you never know what you've been through / til you pause and cough it out" - Cough It Out by The Frontbottoms

"painting all the mirrors black / i won't see you staring back / i'm getting lost forever / searching in the broken glass / trying to ignore the past / and put myself together" - Mirrors by 8 Graves

"saint calvin told me not to worry about you / but he's got his own things to deal with / there's really just one thing we have in common: / neither of us will be missed" - Saint Bernard by Lincoln

"so many bright lights to cast a shadow / but can i speak? / well, is it hard understanding / that i'm incomplete?" - Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance

"being in a completely normal nonthreatening scenario & environment and thinking 'i have GOT to get the fuck out of here' with the intensity of some trapped neurotic prey animal" - tumblr post by user @greelin

"but you know me / what can't i conjure into hysteria / and longing? / any place is a funeral as soon as i get there. / of course i'm the disaster / but you're the one foolish enough / to learn my name." - The Next Time We Talk on Facebook, by Clementine von Radics

"if your wounds are still open, trust / they are the doors to an answer, / and walk through." - You Better Be Lightning, by Andrea Gibson

text: "what a tremendous thing to learn from" image: black text on white strips across a blue-orange gradient - i forgot this one too sory

"when the body remembers, it bucks wildly / when we try to heal, the phantom smell returns / while in the shower, you break down / while you wash your body you realise it is not your body / and at the same time, it is the only body you have" - Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head, by Warsan Shire

"that was the thing. you never got used to it, the idea of somebody being gone. just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking." - The Truth About Forever, by Sarah Dessen

"the spirit is so hurt / it don't know the / body / it / looks in / the mirror / and asks, who is it?" - On/My/Aging, by Carolyn Marie Rodgers

"could we sit together in new bodies, shoulder to tender / shoulder, / the lovely and the thorned, the bitter and the failed, / the grave to the left of us, the sea to the right?" - 8, Always a Rose, by Li-Young Lee

"the fact of the matter is / you survived, / it's what you do. / death and you / walk side by side / all sigh and scythe / you stay alive. / and you have the right / but struggle to believe. / you're still allowed / to be alive. / it feels inappropriate." - It's What You Do, by Lena Oleanderson @lena-oleanderson

a painting of a bright orange sky at sunset, sun nowhere to be seen, over a pale sea crashing onto dark rocks and foaming. it's oriented upside down. - Night, by by Frederick Judd Waugh

[bigwishes]

I’m sick and tired of the asian stereotypes. Others keep saying that we’re small, short, weak, polite, smart, sexually repressive, submissive and so many more. Can you make me a complete opposite of what people expect from an Asian man as a hypersexualised, hyper grown and hyper masculine piece of bull meat?

I definitely think I can help with that. It sucks when people press assumptions on you, especially if you don't like the assumptions they make so I think its time we shake up your life to make sure the worlds sees you for how you want to be seen.

First lets start with your first wish, to be hypersexualised. I'm sure you already have an obsession for mega muscled beef cakes with little to no brains but lets turn that obsession up to eleven. You find that whenever you see a buff meat head you are instantly hard, and everyone else will notice it too with a new 15 inch dick, but lets not stop there. Once you get hard your body will almost instantly go on auto pilot as you cant help yourself but rub your dick through your pants, adjusting it, sometimes even straight up soft core jerking off in the middle of the gym. An alpha sex and masturbation addict. You just can't help yourself no matter what you try once you get hard you are forced to cum. Trying to ignore it just makes it worse as you'll get so hard and pent up it will almost be painful and your dick will be forced to leak pre until you give it the attention it demands, and you'll need to take care of it at least twelve times a day or else risk immediately cumming in your pants as soon as you get even slightly turned on.

Second, the hyper grown part of your wish. One of my favourites, there is no such thing as too big and you've got no other choice to agree. There is no going back now. We could just go and make you have to wear 4XL shirts and and baggy work out shorts but honestly dudes like that art still too small for my taste.

You find every inch of yourself growing, You slowly get taller and taller until you stand at a freakishly tall 8ft, your already muscled arms swell with extreme size as you feel your biceps and triceps start to compete for space with your over grown chest and lats. The sound of tearing fabric fills the room as you thighs inflate into thick muscled tree trunks. You watch as your feet burst out of your sneakers. Your underwear feels strange and rubbery as it begins to stretch, and you feel your ass get bigger by the second and the fabric of your new rubbery underwear ride up giving you a uncomfortable roid wedgie.

The thing about wanting to be Hyper-Grown means you dwarf even the biggest bodybuilders but a body like that has its limits. 8ft tall and over 500 pounds of muscle the only thing you can wear is uncomfortably tight stage posers.

and leggings so tight it feels like its crushing your dick.

If you want to get naked it'll take a good fifteen to twenty minutes of struggling and wrestling with the skin tight fabric and your extreme size just to get it off yourself.

and now for the final stage of your transformation Hyper masculinity. Say goodbye to clear communication dude as a majority of your vocabulary has been replaced with grunts, groans and moans. You spend more time grunting than speaking some people might mistake you for a cave man. Your blood also boils at the drop of a hat, any guy who even makes a joke about your freakish size you take as a personal challenge, stumping up to him and pressing him against the wall and your roided out body.

Your body starts to sweat, and a raw masculine stench fills the air around you. Even if you cared about washing the sweat off your body it wouldn't work anymore. You love how bad you reek, you love how your stench and sweat communicates to weaker men that you are a fucking beast. You don't clean any machine at the gym after using it, you leave a disgusting sweat puddle over everything like marking your territory.

Your mind starts to feel empty, like you have forgotten how to think, the only things that you seem to remember is you love muscle, getting bigger, flexing, your own sweat and jerking off. Even when dominating a guy smaller than you, you can't help but check yourself out in the mirror and love how big you are and how much bigger you're gonna force yourself to become.

Your head being so empty now means your personality has devolved into nothing more but the word bro, grunting and giggling like a typical gym bro.

But that hyper masculinity you wished for keeps that happy go lucky attitude in check as the slightly thing can set you off and make you go on a roided out rampage.

There we go, all your wishes granted, nobody will ever look at you and think of the typical Asian stereotypes ever again.

Unfortunately I can't stop people from assuming you are nothing more than a stupid sweaty roid bull, but honestly how far away from the truth is that.