You’ve Gotta Be Kidding

Metallica - Enter Sandman Live From 1991 MTV Music Awards [x]

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.

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collection of some of my favorite metallica images because i NEED to share them

my life has never been the same since i discovered this stupid band

anyway part 2 maybe coming soon with pictures of james and kirk together because i have a collection >:)

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."

Just appreciating Load era Kirk's smile....😍😍And those eyes....🤭🤭That is all...

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