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I need these photos in better quality 🥺 anyone?
Couldn't find them on Pinterest or elsewhere.
Source: https://www.45worlds.com/cdalbum/cd/619232
Jason in 1st photo: I f*cking love that guy
Jason in the 2nd photo: I'm so f*cking proud of him
Jason in the 3rd photo: I wanna kill that mofo
Load, Metallica.
Kirk Hammett at the MTV VMAS 1996
im ovulating rn and this isn't helpingggggg
he's so fucking perfect I'm unwell
LOOK AT HIS EYES okay I find this truly appealing
☆°♡ DAY ELEVEN, TWELVE & THIRTEEN ♡°☆
I'm so sorry. I really suck at doing the everyday challenges lol but I was in hospital. anyway
a random pic of any band you like
i love them so much. have been my top 3 most listened to artist on spotify for like 5 years now
a pic of a band you've seen live
best fucken night of my life. I still can't believe I saw them like a year ago. crazyyy. the cameras were obsessed with ray lol and gee split his pants near his ass. very nice
a pic of a band you'd like to see live
saw they're coming back to australia after cancelling last time and I missed out, so I'm so fucking excited about this. I even have my fit ready lmao
𝐐𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐔𝐬𝐞 𖤐 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟔 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐭
Ahh I’m posting my first story!! How exciting!!
★ Summary: What started as needing a quote for her job, leads to an interaction with Kirk Hammett that has some undeniable tension.
Warnings ⚠︎︎: None really, just some flirting!
The hotel lobby was nearly empty - just two security guards by the doors and a worker behind the desk flipping through the newest issue of Vogue. I should’ve been chasing Lars or James but both had disappeared somewhere, leaving me with nothing but a cigarette in my hand and an empty journal. I tapped my pen on the top of my journal, contemplating whether I should just leave and accept the fact that I was probably gonna get fired or wait around and see if someone showed up.
The clock on the wall behind me ticked, the only noise in the lobby was interrupted by two men coming out of the elevator. One of the men, dressed in very official attire rubbed his forehead, “Tell them they need to be ready to go to the airport by ten a.m. tomorrow. Let them know I’m fed up with their bullshit.” he said angrily, the other man just nodded, “I know where Jason, James, and Lars are, but I have no idea where Kirk is.” the other man replied. “Check the roof, he’s probably sitting up there with his guitar. But, Kirk will listen - make sure James and Lars get the memo.” the fancy dressed man said. My head shot up, Kirk was on the roof - I could get up there and get my story.
I didn’t even hesitate, I grabbed all my stuff and walked over to the elevator. I pressed the button to call the elevator down, once the doors opened I stepped inside and pressed the button to take me to the roof. The elevator was slow, like it didn’t care that I was in a hurry. Once the doors opened, the smell of rain hit me first. The roof was mostly covered, but a small part was opened, where chairs and tables were now soaked.
Kirk was exactly where I thought he would be, sitting on one of the couches with a cigar in his hand. “You lost?” he asked, his voice cracking from him clearly being tired. I stepped out of the elevator and slowly made my way over to him, my bag on my shoulder, my journal tucked into it. “I thought maybe you’d talk?” I asked, not a lot of confidence in my voice. He chuckled, “Not much to talk about up here.” The rain had picked up, fat droplets hit the shelter over the roof, and thunder rumbled in the distance. I just stood there, wondering who was going to break the awkward silence first. “I liked the show.” I said finally, not sure if I meant it. “It felt heavier than I expected.”
“Thats ‘Load’ for you.” he muttered, taking a small drag from the cigar. “Everyone thinks it’s some sellout thing. Doesn’t matter. We needed it.” he finished. “You sound like you’re defending it.” I said, he replied quickly, “I am.” His tone wasn’t defensive, just honest - plain in the way that most people aren’t when they know you’re here to write about them. I liked that. We stayed in the silence for a while before he finally glanced over at me.“
“You got a recorder, or a notebook?” he asked, I grabbed my journal from my bag. He motioned for me to come sit down. “I figured you weren’t in a talking mood.” I said as I sat on the other end of the couch. The corner of his mouth twitched - not a smile but close enough. “You always chase musicians onto rooftops for stories?” he asked, “Only the interesting ones.” I responded.
That got a real smile - “Alright,” he said, nodding to the notebook. “Hit me.” I placed my journal in front of me and grabbed my recorder from my bag, placing it between me and Kirk before clicking it on. “How are you feeling about the tour so far?” I asked, “Tired. But…not bad. It’s strange being in this new version of the band. It feels like we’re wearing new skin and everyone’s still waiting to see if it fits.” he replied. “You think it does?”, he shrugged “Some days. Depends on how honest I feel.”
I tilted my head, “And how honest do you feel right now?”
He looked at me then - really looked - and I felt it low in my stomach. That pause. That something.
“Honest enough to admit that I don’t care if anyone likes it, as long as it’s real.” I swallowed, suddenly aware that Kirk had turned his body and he was now closer to me than he was before. I pressed on, “Do you ever miss how things used to be? The old sound, the old image?” Kirk exhaled smoke through his nose, slow and thoughtful. “Sometimes, but theres only so much you can do before you start wanting something softer.”
There was a beat in that word - softer - like he knew exactly what he was saying. “You mean…musically?” I asked. His smile curved again, almost wicked, “Sure. Let’s go with that.”
I clicked off the recorder, unsure if that was the end of the interview or the beginning of something else. The air between us was different now - warmer. I put the recorder back in my bag and tried to not look like my heart had picked up pace. “I don’t think thats a quote I can actually use.” I said, smiling enough to keep it casual. “That’s the problem with honesty” he murmured, “It usually makes shit complicated.”
The wind picked up, tossing a strand of hair across my face. Before I could fix it, Kirk reached out and gently tucked the piece of hair behind my ear, like it was nothing, like we’d known each other longer than a few minutes. His hand lingered for half a second too long. Just long enough.
I breathed in - smoke, rain, and something else that felt like static.
“You ever get tired of being followed around?” I asked softer now, “By people like me?” “Depends,” he said, watching me. “Most of them want noise. You… you’re quiet.” He said in a soft tone, “Is that a good thing?” I asked, he shrugged. “I haven’t decided yet.”
We sat like that for a moment, the sky above us grumbling low and distant, the kind of storm that doesn’t let go all at once. Kirk took one last drag, then placed the cigar in the ashtray in front of him on the table. He looked back at me - really looked back at me, his eyes were dark and steady. “You’ve got that look,” he said.
“What look?”
“Like you want to say something but you haven’t figured out if it’s worth the risk.” he leaned back against the couch cushion, putting his hands together and resting them in between his legs. I didn’t answer right away. Maybe he was right, maybe I did want to say something.
But before I could say anything, Kirk’s lips turned into that smile I had only seen once before. “If you want more… insights,” he said his voice low, “there’s a quieter room I know.” The invitation hung between us. I glanced back at the elevator, then towards him. I smirked, “You’ve got a plane to catch tomorrow.” I said, he raised an eyebrow, amused. “Will I be seeing you on that plane?” I shook my head and folded my arms, “Nope. I’ve got to stay here and work.” I replied. “Won’t you be working if you’re interviewing me tomorrow… just in other city?” His voice dropped a little, I caught his gaze and held it. “Guess you’ll find out.”
He smirked and reached into his back pocket, pulling out what looked like a crumbled piece of paper. “You got a pen?” he asked, I reached into my journal and pulled out my pen and handed it to him. He wrote something on the paper before placing it into my hand along with my pen. “My number. Incase you need me to tell you where to go tomorrow.” Kirk stood up from the couch and began to walk toward the elevator, I stood up behind him, staying by the couch.
He pressed the call button for the elevator, “Even if you don’t show up tomorrow, even though I’m hoping you do.. call me if you want anymore quotes, or maybe something else.”
“Smooth.” I said and let out a small laugh, Kirk smirked once more before stepping into the elevator and waving goodbye to me before the doors closed, leaving the night - and all of it’s possibilities - waiting.
Hi!! I have a smut request for my pookie Kirk!!
So I know he’s a Scorpio and I know for a fact they can get jealous and I can just imagine him being jealous. I feel as if he hides it until the last minute
So imagine reader is at the club enjoying their time with the other girlies dancing and drinking and some guy decides to join reader and dance and reader decides it’s harmless fun until Kirk decides it’s time to dip basically dragging reader (who clearly wasn’t ready to go) back home to fuck them til they see stars 🤭🤭🤭
ᴏʜ ʏᴇs ʏᴇs ʏᴇs ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜰʟɪᴇs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs 🙂↔️ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴜᴘ! ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!
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edging, faceriding, asphyxiation
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You loved to go out dancing, and your 'Tallica guitarist lover, Kirk Hammett loved to watch you.
You called up your friends to meet you at a new hot-topic club that popped up early this past summer that you've been wanting to go to. Due to Metallica dropping their newest album, Load, around the time the club opened, you hadn't really made the time to go. Especially given how territorial your boyfriend could sometimes project himself to be, he wouldn't let you go out clubbing alone. It wasn't an issue of trust exactly, he pretty much just wanted you to himself, and wanted to make it known to everyone that you were his.
Finally, late in the year, you all were able to make time to make an appearance at the club!
Kirk's bandmates were also in attendance—though, they were off doing their own thing. Fishing for who they were gonna take hold of for the night like the rockstar dickheads they were at the time.
The song playing was a grooved remix of Dru Hill's In My Bed. Now, this awakened something in you. Something about the beat, something about the lyrics, you didn't know exactly, but you were truly hypnotized.
Your lover had been standing off a little to the side to give you and your friends room to dance, nodding his head along to the music, sipping on something he picked up from the bar.
All was good and peachy, that was, until you found yourself against a body that wasn't Kirk's! It oddly gave you a familiar feeling, so, it didn't quite bother you. You thought it was fine. This, was a problem.
It was dark in the club.
The man was feeling you up from behind, and you subconsciously guide his hands over your body as you sway your hips around, giggling and singing along to the song.
It was your friends you spotted before you spotted Kirk. They went from hyping you up, excitedly, to being wide eyed quickly.
You were then tugged away with a strong hint of aggression backing; you hear hostile words exchanging behind you directed between the man and Kirk.
You couldn't make anything out, thanks to the music being played loudly. Before you could look back to who you were dancing with, Kirk snatches your face to meet his.
Damn.
He suddenly goes in to purposefully make out with you, tongue possessive and sloppy. His hand snakes his way to your ass, giving it a strong squeeze before he separates from your lips, biting the bottom one before he turns you around and ropes his arm around your waist from behind.
You continue to turn your head and look up at him, strobing lights highlight his eyes glaring down into yours.
"Let's go."
He abruptly declares.
You scoff, starting to look around, but Kirk's other arm flies up over your chest, his hand grabbing your chin to keep your vision set on him. Uh-oh!
You huff. "The hell? No way. I'm sorry I didn't realize you weren't—"
"—You wanna rethink that little attitude?" His voice, cutting you off, threateningly low in your ear. The arm roped around your waist tightens a bit.
Your friends watched you get handled by Kirk Hammett, both amused, and wondering if they should step in.
You nervously smile, trying not to signal any red flags. You continue dancing, swinging your hips against him, passing your little confrontation with Kirk off as a nice, cool, and calm conversation—to save yourself the embarrassment of course.
"Stop it. I'm not going!"
You argue back, that last part coming off slightly louder than anticipated.
It seems the guy that you were blindly dancing on moments before had vanished back into the crowd, not that you would've been able to pick him out from the crowd anyway, so there really wasn't anybody you could look for saving you now.
Kirk simply nods—subtle, but feeling challenged, handing his drink off to a random, and suddenly hiking you up over his shoulder. You gasp, feeling the air rush under your dress, you turn red. "Kirk, put me down!" You squeal as he drags you away, planting a sharp smack to your airborne ass, a warning for you to calm down. You grumble, apologetically eyeing your friends, and nosy onlookers as you two exit the club.
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Here you were, straddled out over his face. Kirk devilishly eating at you from the inside out. He had one hand locking one of your struggling hands to your hip, and his other hand effortlessly stroking himself. His eyes are on your face, as if he were reading right through you; reading your thoughts, reading your emotions, and reading your slight regret from what occurred at the club.
Your hand smacks the headboard and you shudder, pleading with him that he lets you cum for him. Kirk currently was busy doing that thing that drives you crazy; sucking your clit while his tongue crosses his T's and dots his I's.
Chills ran high through your body as Kirk unraveled you. In no time were you drowning him in your slick, biting your lip, eyes shut, trying not to moan out too loudly—it's not that you didn't want to, it's that if he heard you enjoy yourself too much, he'd stop you right in your tracks...yet again. His beard tickles you lightly, along with his lip piercing as his warm lips continue to suck you firmly.
He knew you were close. Though, he wanted you soaked just enough to get you going, just enough to get you ready for him.
Kirk brings his right hand back to you, using both hands to protectively guide your hips to grind on his soft lips. His hands, now thick with pent up jealousy and power, roughly travel up and down your sides, pit stopping at your nipples. His touch, always passionate, but filled with exasperation.
Kirk, in between his actions growls out a bold, "Whose pussy is this?" Eyes still, dead set on you.
You feel like you're walking on eggshells with him when he's like amped up like this, so you quickly respond in submission. "Kir- Ah! Y-yours..." You stutter, heat crawling throughout your body in intense waves.
He surfaces again, "What was that?" Then brings a crisp palm to the side of your ass suddenly, making you chirp. You waste no time in response.
"Your's!"
Kirk frustratingly grunts, suddenly tightening his grip on you, and practically throws you off of him, sending your back bouncing into the mattress. Before you could recollect yourself, you were being grabbed once again, Kirk climbing on top of you, and next slamming into you. You cry out, throwing your hand instinctively to his bronze, sweaty stomach, covering his relatively new tattoo he got last Christmas. He works his way into you, deeper each thrust.
Your hands grasp at his arm, seemingly needing both to hold on as he pounds into you mercilessly, and needing to breathe again. Crying, whining, and moaning only worsen your condition, as you need to keep your breath so you wouldn't pass out. Kirk didn't care, letting all his jealousy fuck you dumb. Written all over his face was a fixed look of concentration, eyes dark and filled with possessiveness.
"You wanna act all unsure all of a sudden?"
He barks down at you, not moving his arm to allow you air to answer.
You shake your head no, attempting to chalk out an apology. Regardless, he wasn't having it. Your vision begins to wash in and out, seeing floaters, you start to hear ringing in your ears.
Kirk eventually lets off his grip once he sees your head start to drop, bringing you back to reality. You regulate your breathing, heart pounding out of your chest. He smirks down at you, digging on the fact that he has complete control over you in every aspect.
He pulls out momentarily to reposition. He grab your legs, folding you back like a lawn chair, giving him best access to you. He moves his body inches above yours and slides back into you, nearly taking your breath again.
"Hmmnh, I don't care who you're with, or what the fuck is happening..." He starts, letting his hips rhythmically smack into you. "I make your decisions for you." Your chest rises and falls with a purpose, you nod your head quickly. Hopefully—in your logic—if you do as he says, he'll let you come. "You understand me?"
"Yes sir...I'm sorry, Kirk!" You obediently squeak out, also with a pang of fear in your stomach that he might choke you to the point of bringing you to the edge of meeting your ancestors again. He looks down at you, not taking your apology too seriously.
"You wanna show out for other guys?"
He hardens his bucks, grunting in between. You don't answer immediately, your mind went numb with pleasure, but you were still trying your best to stay present. You eventually shake your head no.
Kirk doesn't like this response, but he twitches inside of you from his own pleasure. "Huh. You're a greedy, greedy, little thing. Aren't you?"
"F-fuck, please..." You cry, him hitting your spot over and over again with a punishing amount of power, making your bed creak loudly. Your lower stomach squeezed and your walls tightened, but you try to stop yourself because the curly, now short-haired guitarist hasn't allowed you to further on. Your eyes weaken once again, the floaters returning to you as sounds of skin slapping pollute the air.
"Shit..." He grunts out shortly after, eyebrows furrowed, more dominating whispers falling from his lips as he closes in on his gasm. He lets himself go inside of you, moaning deeply, music to your ears.
Kirk was still going, whispering sweet-for-nothings in your ear, licking down to your neck, and leaving behind a love bite, stamping you; almost bringing you to your point of no return. Seemed he was gonna take you there after all.
By this point, you're shaking, eyes squeezed shut, floating in twisted paradise. Only needing a few more seconds of him drilling into you before you follow through with yours. Though, all of a sudden, you were left empty.
Well, technically, full of seed, but empty from Kirk.
Your eyes flutter open in irritation and slight hurt, and you look to the side of the bed where your satisfied lover is now standing, lighting a cigarette, and looking down at you.
He takes a drag of the cigarette and heartily chuckles at you.
What he quipped next is what really stunned you, because then, it clicked, and it all made much more sense to you.
"Go tell James to finish you off."
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THEYRE OFF TO FINDDD THE HEROO OF THE DAYYYAHH
BUT WHAT IF THEY SHOULD FALL BY SOMEONES WICKEDD WAYSSS?