#why the smirk kirk?

[the-tongues-touched-in-1988]

“THE TONGUES TOUCHED IN 1988”

#aaaaaaa it’s the name of my blog!!! #but more importantly #why the smirk kirk? #hey that rhymes #metallica #kirk hammett #lars ulrich #klars #2003 #video

[kirkycurls]

ughhhhhhhh

I can't

I'm back purely for this

#why does this draw such a visceral reaction from me #it's in the eyes #it's the way the light obscures his eyes so you feel looked at but not #the chain #the curls #the touch of facial hair #the SMIRK #he's the guy who's popular and out of your reach (you think) but nice to all the girls #and he's baaaad and a flirt but v sweet #and he's bad and a flirt and sweet with YOU #kirk hammett #metallica

[mrsrdlw]

“You look more like Kirk Hammet”

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

another day, another fluff fic 🤭

wc: 1.2k

author’s note- The reader is Dustin’s sister!!!

Enjoy!

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Now, you were at your work, at Family Video, just waiting for him. It was like a routine. Every friday he would walk through the door and search for movies for his weekend.

At first, you only knew Eddie because of his reputation. "Eddie 'the freak' Munson" as the people in your school used to say. Honestly, you never knew why people would call him that. Only because he liked to play Dungeons & Dragons? Your brother did too, and he was no freak! Was he incredibly annoying? Yes! But it's not like he would worship the devil for that.

But with time, you got to know him a little bit better and you got to see he was nothing but a sweetheart. That's probably when you started to crush on him. You were in the senior year and, consequently, would share classes with him. It's not like you would talk to him all the time, but the times you did, even if it was just to say that he dropped his keys on the floor, your heart would melt.

On this friday, Dustin said that he wanted to come with you for work because he wanted to talk to Steve. So there he was, whispering something to Steve while Robin were organizing the new movies in the shelves and you were just singing along with the radio, which was playing a song of Mötley Crüe, a band you definitely didn't only like because of Nikki Sixx.

When the bell rang, announcing that someone was entering, you stopped singing and turned around seeing him walking to you. You could feel your cheeks getting red.

"Hey you. How was your week?" he said placing the movies he got in the last week in the counter

"Hi Eddie. It was good, thanks." You said looking at his hands full of rings

"Do you mind if i leave this here while i look for some movies?" he asked already looking to the horror section

"No, not at all!" You said giving him a smile which he reciprocated. You felt your stomach do a flip

As he walked to the shelves, Robin got close to you, giving you a mischievous smirk.

"What?" you asked and she only raised her eyebrows. "Oh please Robin, we're at work."

"I didn't say anything! I just think that, you know... you should go for it. You have a shot!" She said while you both looked at him trying to make a decision between two movies.

"Oh yeah, like if thats true! I don't think i have and honestly i don't think i want to figure it out." You say putting your hair into a ponytail "What if he reject me?"

"You'll only know if you ask babe." She said going to the back to get more boxes

Of course you wanted to say something to him, but how could you? You didn't know how things could go if he said he wasn't interested on you. It's not like he was going to spread gossip, he could never. If you knew one thing about him, it was that he was not like the jerks at school, he was respectful and gentle. Well, at least with you. All you got....

"Y/n!" He called you making you snap out of your trance.

"Sorry. I was just... thinking." you said getting the movies on his hands. Your fingers touched for a moment and you could still feel the warmth from his hands.

"What got you all up in your head?" He said taking his wallet and with a little concern in his face.

"Oh nothing. Just, stupid teenage girl stuff." You said laughing a little and he didn't say anything else.

The song in the radio was another one from Mötley Crüe and you hummed the song while handing him the movies he got.

"You like Mötley Crüe?" He said trying to see if he heard you hum the song or if he was just mistaken.

"Tell that to her bigger then 40 inches Nikki Sixx poster in her bedroom wall" Robin said behind you looking to the computer.

"Robin! Shut up!" You scolded her. It was not even that big "I'm sorry" you said looking at Eddie who was getting amused

"Oh yeah? Nikki Sixx, huh?" He said giggling "I look a little like him, don't i?"

You study his face for a second, as if you needed to. "You look more like Kirk Hammet"

"Oh yeah, this one is making company in the wall for Nikki too!"

"ROBIN!" You were getting redder by each second. So embarrassed to look at the man in front of you. But he found the whole situation very funny.

"Well, i'll take that as a compliment." He said looking at your eyes "So, Metallica too? You don't seem to like this kind of music"

"I wouldn't say that i'm a huge fan of them, i only know a couple songs and that's it. It's not like i listen to metal all the time like you. I only have the posters because i, uh, i think they're pretty" You said nervously talking before thinking and not really realizing what you're saying.

"It a'right. They're pretty metal!" He said but got interrupted by you brother

"Eddie! What are you doing here?" Dustin said happy to see his friend. You didn't know how they knew each other

"What do you think?" He said showing the video tapes on his hands "What're you doing here?"

"I'm here with my sister! Do you know her?" Dustin said looking at you

"Y/n is your sister? Of course i know her! How come i didn't know you were related?" he said looking back at you

"You've never asked if i had a sister."

"How do you know him?" I asked curious as well, too confused to connect the dots

"He's my dungeon master y/n, i told you i got in a d&d club!" Now everything connected.  "Can i talk to you? i had a incredible idea for a campaign!" Your brother said while Eddie head out of the store

"Sure. Bye gorgeous!" He said winking at you and that was it. You were melted inside.

"What are you waiting for? He's flirting with you! It's your chance." Robin said giving you courage to go after him before he left

You stormed out of Family Video when Duntin came in again. There he was ready to leave when he saw you.

"Hey, uhm, hi." You said too nervous going to his opened window. His van was tall so you were face to face with him.

How could he get even more hot with sunglasses on. You had to be tough.

"So i, uh, i was just wondering, you know, if there was any chance of us going out sometime, even to watch a movie if you want, i just really like you and"... You were cut. Speaking as fast as you could, trying to be brave, you didn't realize he shut your mouth with a kiss.

When he let go of you, leaving you speechless he only smiled at you "You're so cute when you're nervous. I'll pick you up at seven, how about that? You can come to my house to watch these movies i got."

"I'd love that!" You said in a state of haze. Looking at him passionately

"Then it's a date. I'll see you sweetheart" and he drove away.

You stood out there, watching him leave, touching your lips to make sure it wasn't a dream.

"I told you, you had a shot" Robin came to you putting her arms around your shoulders .

#eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #friends to lovers #kirk hammett #nikki sixx

[joshlmbrt]

METALLICA POSTERS

summary; eddie finally gets to come over, but one peek into your room and he’s only slightly insecure.

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warnings; eddie just being a lil insecure, but that’s it :p

an; just had this fun idea and thought you guys might like it 🎸

You flinch at the sound of your locker door being pushed back, peeking up at the ‘evil person’ who did it.

“Eds,” You pout. “Please don’t do that. My ears are very sensitive and people are looking at us now.”

“Aw, you don’t like people knowing your with little ol’ me?” He tilts his head, a mock pout on his own lips.

“Don’t do that. You know I love you.”

His heart flutters at the words, a smile pulling at his smooth, plush lips. 7 months in and it still warmed his heart to hear the soft words come out of your mouth, melting him into a puddle basically.

He steps closer, hand resting on your cheek. You press a kiss to his palm. “And I love you. Which is why I thought-"

“Uh-oh. Is your head okay?”

He narrows his eyes. “Haha, very funny,” You only grin. He tries to bite the smile back, but ultimately fails. “As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted,” His arm wraps around your shoulder, walking down the crowded hallway. “Instead of coming to my humble abode, I could come to yours.”

“Okay, sure.” You smile.

He lifts his brows, glancing down at you. That was easier than he thought it would be. “Really?”

“Yeah,” You shrug, stopping in front of your class. “Why? Did you think I was gonna say no?”

“Well, yeah. Because you’ve never invited me over in all of the seven months we’ve been together.”

“I just didn’t think you’d be comfortable coming over.” You move over for another student to enter the classroom.

“Oh, sweetheart. C’mon now. I’d love anything that involves you,” He grins as he watches you roll your eyes. “As cheesy as that sounds. It’s true.”

“Alright then,” You lean up slightly, pecking his lips quickly. “I’ll see you after school.”

He presses another kiss onto your lips, and another. . . And another.

You giggle softly and finally pull away. “Okay. Okay, go.”

“I’ll miss you.”

You humor him. “And I’ll miss you.”

-

“Would you like anything to eat or drink?” You stop in the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and opening the refrigerator putting a couple of strawberries into the bowl.

“Nope. If I get hungry I’ll just steal a couple of your strawberries.” He grins.

You give him a look, although you both know you’ll end up sharing the fruit anyway despite acting as if you don’t want too.

You place the container back into the refrigerator, shutting the door and grabbing the bowl. “Alright. Follow me.” You smile, walking upstairs. He follows behind quickly, eyes glancing at the pictures hung on the wall.

He smiles a bit at the baby photo of you. Cute chubby cheeks and dimples.

You open the door, stepping inside and place the bowl of fruit down on the nightstand, before dropping your bag into the chair and toeing your shoes off.

You plop down onto your bed, smiling at him as you place the bowl in your lap. You watch as he glances around the room.

“Make yourself at home.”

He glances at you quickly, before continuing to look around. He toes off his boots, sitting by you gently.

“You, uh, you have a bunch of Kirk posters.”

You glance at him before looking around your room, cheeks burning. “Huh,” You look down, picking out a strawberry. “I guess I do.”

“A lot.”

Your brows lift and you look up at him. You pause your chewing, eyes widening a bit before a laugh erupts from your chest.

His head snaps to look at you, you quickly cover your mouth. “What are you laughing at?”

You giggle, placing the bowl onto the nightstand once again, before placing your hands into his warm cheeks. “Oh, you sweet, handsome boy,” He shies away from the compliment. “You’re jealous.”

“I am not!” He’s quick to disagree.

“You’re jealous of a celebrity!”

“Hey, I’m. . . not! I’m just a little confused on why there’s so many posters of him.”

You smirk. “Well,” You lean closer. His eyes drop to your lips before looking back at you. “He’s handsome. And you gotta admit. . . pretty good at playing guitar.”

There’s a slight pout on his lips. “I am too.”

“Sure,” You shrug, although you’re only teasing. His jaw drops at your nonchalant tone. You giggle. “I’m kidding, babe. You’re the most wonderful guitarist-"

“And singer.” He adds.

“And singer,” You repeat his words, nodding. “I know.”

“Yeah. . . And Kirk can’t sing.” He shakes his head.

You roll your eyes, pecking his lips quickly, he chases after you. “You’re a dork.”

“That is true,” He grins. You know something cheesy is about to come out of that mouth when it turns into a mischievous smirk. “But I’m your dork.”

Point proven.

You smile and shake your head with another roll of your eyes.

“You’re my dork.”

He grins now, pressing a kiss to your lips.

thank you for reading! comments, feedback, likes, and reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated!

#stranger things one shots #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson fluff

[metallicaislife]

A Steamy Halloween

A/N: I am so bad at flirting irl and that translates into my writing I'm so sorry hahahahah I think what happens after makes up for it thoughhhh 😏

Requested by : Anon

Genre: 18+ Smut, minors dni

Word Count: 1,531

Warnings: fingering, unprotected sex, m x f pairing

“Are you sure you don’t need a ride there?” Kirk asked for the third time over the phone. 

“Yes, I’m running behind a little bit so I’ll just see you when I get there, okay? Plus, it’s not that far from my house. A short walk won’t kill me.” I said holding the phone between my shoulder and ear as I applied the deep red lipstick. 

“Fine, I’ll see you there.” He finally relented. 

“See ya.” I said quickly and hung up the phone. 

I took my time with finishing touches of my costume.

I entered the party, greeting a few people. I was on a mission to find my best friend though. When my eyes landed on him, I was surprised to see he was already looking at me. I made my way over to him. 

“If you spotted me why didn’t you say anything?” I asked folding me arms. He finally snapped out of whatever spell he was under. 

“I.. uh sorry. Um, nice costume.” He said swallowing hard. Internally I smirked, I was in a short leather dress that accentuated my body perfectly, and a pair of platform heels. 

“Thanks.” I smiled showing off my fangs, tried and true sexy vampire for the win. “Are you a ghoul?” I asked. His eyes were surrounded by black paint and contoured his face to give it that hollow look. 

“Bingo.” He replied with finger guns. What a dork. My favorite dork though. 

“Anything fun going on here?” I asked, finally taking the seat next to him. 

“Not really. But it’s still early.” He shrugged. 

“You’re forgetting who’s throwing the party, my guy. If it was me there’d be games but it looks like all this is, is a costume mingle.” I huffed. 

“Wanna give it a while longer then get outta here?” He asked. 

“Yeah, that sounds good.” 

We got up and talked with some of the other party goers. I was right though, all these people were interested in talking, no drinking games, kissing games, you know a normal party. 

About a half an hour later, my eyes met Kirk’s and I gave him the signal we concocted to give the other when we wanted to leave a situation. Kirk nodded and we met at the front door. 

We walked to his car in silence. He opened the door for me.

“Thanks.” I said sliding in and buckling up. He walked around getting in. 

“Where to?” He asked, starting his car. 

“I’m hungry, are you?” I asked as I  fidgeted with my hair.

“Yeah, the diner okay?” He offered our usual spot to eat. 

“Always.” I replied.

The diner was on the other side of town. Music played softly over the radio. Kirk has been my best friend since grade school, but sometimes it felt like he was my boyfriend except without the perks of kissing among other things. Things that I thought of more often than I would ever admit. Sometimes I flirt with him just to see his reaction. He does the same though. It’s like we’re stuck in this vicious cycle of seeing how far we can push that boundary. Feeling confident in my costume and the reaction he gave from seeing me in it I decided tonight would be a good night to push that boundary button.

“You know, if the party turned into a make out party I’d have let you kiss me.” I said. I was serious, but I kept my tone light. I looked at him, his nostrils flared but he didn’t say anything so I kept going. “I would have even let you touch me.” I said dropping my voice to sound sexy.

“You talk an awful lot for someone who won’t actually do anything.” Kirk snapped as he clenched the steering wheel. My mood soured and I quickly snapped back. 

“You’re one to talk.” 

I jolted in my seat, the seat belt tightened, not letting me go far. 

“What the hell, Kirk!” I exclaimed. 

He didn’t say anything as he pulled the car over and parked where there weren’t many cars or foot traffic. 

“Get in the back seat.” He said in a dark tone. 

“What?” I asked, looking at him. His eyes met mine, there was a fire I’d never seen before. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He warned. My eyes widened as warmth pooled low in my belly. I fumbled a bit as I unbuckled and got out of the car sliding into the back seat. My heart thrummed in anticipation. Moments later Kirk followed suit and got out of the driver's seat and entered the back. He locked us in. His demeanor broke a little and he said, “if you don’t want to do this, tell me to stop.” 

He scooted closer and I moved so I could crawl onto his lap straddling him. 

“I want you to fuck me.” I said. The fire returned in his eyes and our lips met in a deep kiss that I felt in my toes. 

Years of imagining this moment, and it was something so much more than I could have ever wished for. His hands gripped me tightly as I tangled my fingers in his hair. 

I grinded down on him feeling him begin to harden. He pulled away and started sloppily kissing my neck as I continued grinding against him. My dress was riding up and his warm palms ran up and down my thighs as he found my sweet spot and bit down. I moaned as my hands explored the planes of his chest through his shirt. I found the hem and began lifting it up and he pulled back enough to let me help him take it off. I immediately dove in kissing and nipping at his chest. His hands kneaded my ass then he began to lift me. It was a bit cramped but he managed to maneuver us so I was laying across the back seat, my feet planted on the seat knees up. My dress was bunched up to my stomach. Kirk knelt as he rubbed his hands over my legs. His pupils were blown, lips swollen. He looked hot as fuck. His hands traveled further until he was at the top of my panties. He began pulling them down and I shifted my hips up so he could take them off. He shoved them into his back pocket. He ran his fingers through my folds eliciting a moan from my throat. He slipped a finger in, then another, using his thumb to rub my clit. 

“Oh fuck… don’t stop.” I moaned. He smirked. 

“Does it feel good?” He asked.

“S’good.” I moaned louder as I got closer to my release. I squirmed as I came, a slew of curse words leaving my lips. 

“So fucking sexy.” Kirk commented. He pulled his dick out of his pants rubbing my release over it. My hooded eyes met his eyes as he moved closer. He rubbed the tip over my clit, I whined. 

“Want you in me.” I breathed out. He aligned himself with me and thrust in. He let out a groan.

“Thought about this for so long. Gonna fuck you so good you won’t get off to anyone’s cock but mine.” He said, and I believed him. The windows were fogging as he began pistoning his hips, our breathing heavy. He paused for a moment to lift my hips and resumed, I screamed as he hit my g-spot. The car shook with each thrust. I came again, my eyes rolling back. He continued dragging out my pleasure before pulling out, he fisted his dick and came on my stomach. He lowered my hips and rested his forehead on my knee. After a while in silence regaining our breath he sat up tucking himself back into his pants. 

“Stay there.” He said and got out going to the passenger door. I heard him rummage about the glovebox before coming back around to kneel between my legs. He had napkins and tenderly cleaned my stomach. 

“Thank you.” I croaked, my throat hoarse from screaming. 

He smiled and helped me sit up bringing my dress back down to cover me. I got out of the backseat and he rushed around to open the passenger door. He stopped me before I got in and kissed me, I immediately kissed him back. He pulled away, a goofy grin on his face. 

I got in and we resumed our voyage to the diner.

When we got there, Kirk opened the diner door for me, following behind and softly resting his hand on the small of my back. 

We were led to a booth and sat across from each other. I ordered fries and soda, while Kirk got a salad. 

“Do you want to go back to my place after and watch Halloween?” Kirk asked. I munched on a fry and nodded. 

“Can we watch Creature from the Black Lagoon after that?” I asked. 

“Of course.” He replied with a smile. 

We fell into comfortable conversation. Part of me wondered how the dork in front of me was the same one from 20 minutes ago that absolutely rocked my world.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

#metallica x reader #metallica #metallica imagines #metallica scenarios #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett #metallica smut #kirk hammett smut

[aylasology]

rockstar!Robin x reader

(reader is fem)

summary : Oh to be in a rockstar's arms...

warnings : mentions of smoking, drinking, cocaine, SMUT SMUT SMUTTTT

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• You were sure you had it all figured out, a nice apartment in New York city with your best friends, a stable job, the perfect new yorker life you've been wanting the minute you stepped out your parents's home...

• until, of course, you stepped into a record store. An album and a band catching your attention.

• Take Back The Night - Hellfire

• It wasn't really the name of the band that caught your attention, there were worse names, it wasn't exactly the genre either. It was the girl standing in the front, all tall and lean. Short blonde hair teased up to the nines and bangs that draped like curtains over her blue eyes. Her arms slung on two of her members, one with long curly hair that looked like Kirk Hammett's curls, and one with much shorter hair.

• One vinyl turns into three, which then shifts to five more of the same record in different colors. You were obsessed with their music, more so on the lead singer.

• You soon learn the names of the band members and their respective roles. Robin Buckley on vocals, Eddie Munson on guitar, Steve Harrington on bass, and Dustin Henderson on drums.

• You find out that you're roommate/best friend, is covering an article on Hellfire. Getting backstage passes and two tickets to some band they're opening for.

• Of course you beg him to give you the other ticket and the extra backstage pass.

• For some odd reason you choose to go for a rather revealing look - Long leather boots, a tight red dress, and a leather jacket over it.

• It wasn't hard to keep your eyes on Robin. Wearing flare jeans, a tank top and her heartshaped glasses - a staple in her clothes.

• After the concert, you follow your best friend backstage and into Hellfire's dressing room.

• She couldn't pull her eyes away from you. How sweet and innocent you looked in your little outfit, an innocence she wanted to ruin.

• "And who's this pretty little thing?"

• She invites you to a party of theirs the minute your friend finishes his interview with them. Of course you say yes.

• The party was crowded, filled with musicians and the like. She liked having you around, making sure you were attached to her at all times.

• She definitely gropes your ass while dancing with you omgomgomgomg

• She didn't take it very well when someone pulls you away from her gaze. Some artist chatting away with you. The way her teeth clenched when a giggle erupted from your lips. She wanted that sound to come out because of her and her only.

• She pulls you into her bedroom, pinning you by the frame of the door.

• "You think you can just smile and act cute around some guy? Don't forget why you're here pretty girl."

• She kissed you powerfully, heat boiling up from your core. You moaned into it, she smirked.

• "Good girl..."

• And as much as you needed her to touch you, she pulls away. Opening the door and walking right out.

• You came home that night, lying to your friend that you had gone to a bar.

• And the days pass by so easily, getting free tickets to every gig, going to parties every single night, gaining sweet make out sessions with Robin anywhere and everywhere she wanted to have you.

• It was the 1970s of course, which meant she kissed you in bathrooms, dressing rooms, and bedrooms.

• The first time she touches you, it's after recording their next studio album, you being propped up against the desk. Hands gripped against the equipment as her fingers worked her magic on you.

• "Such a pretty little princess,"

• It's rushed, it's eager, it's hot, it leaves you satisfied right after.

• Right after that, she lets you stay over her apartment for the night

• Of course the second, and the third, and the fourth time she touches you happens there 👁️👁️

• Her touch is sweet, giving, and fucking needy.

• And the way your eyes glint and the way you beg? Gets her so turned on every time.

• But the moment you actually moan? You're just begging for it by then.

• "All this for me? Such a dirty slut..."

• "What was that honey? Use those pretty little lips of yours f'me..."

• She definitely likes sniffing cocaine on your belly, licking the skin once she's finished.

• She'd get on top of you right after, hips straddled on yours as she kissed you. Pushing her tongue in your mouth, letting the taste land on your tongue.

#robin buckley #stranger things #robin buckley stranger things #robin buckley x reader #aylasology #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley fanfiction #robin buckley x reader fanfiction #aylasology4robinbuckley! #robin buckley x reader smut #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n

[iwritefandomimagines]

CHRISTMAS SPIRIT — JESS MARIANO

masterlist

pairing: jess mariano x reader

description: decorating luke’s for christmas reminds you how far from festive jess is. but it might also lead to confessions that put him much more in the christmas spirit.

warnings: little swearing. fluff !!!

author’s note: shoutout to i’ll be home for christmas in this imagine is because it’s my all time fave xmas film and i had a HUGE crush on jonathan taylor thomas as a child because of it. it’s also not super long but i made sure it’s not too short… anyway ENJOY! <3

“Y’know, I don’t see why you have to be such a Grinch,” you pulled the candy cane from between your lips as Jess scoffed, “All Luke asked was for us to put up a few decorations. Even he has more fucking Christmas spirit than you!”

Jess rolled his eyes, “Oh sure, because I’m usually so enthusiastic about stuff like this. How out of character of me,” he paused to touch his forehead with the back of his hand, “I must be getting ill.”

You tutted, placing the last of your candy cane back into your mouth with a crunch! and folding your arms across your chest.

He quirked his brow, waiting for a snarky response that never came.

Instead, you turned on your heels and headed over to the stereo, flicking the switch and resuming the Christmas CD you’d been listening to before he’d grumpily trundled down the stairs into the diner.

“Oh God,” Jess groaned, “Do you seriously enjoy torturing me?”

You scoffed, “Do you want the honest answer?”

It was at that moment Luke briefly poked his head round the corner, “What are you two bickering about now?”

You crossed your arms over your chest as Jess did the exact same thing, except with a huge wad of tinsel now attached to his sweater.

He waved his arm around frantically as you burst out laughing at his desperate attempt to rid himself of the sparkly red decoration, “For fu—,”

“Ask Ebenezer Scrooge over here,” you teased, freeing Jess of the tinsel by yanking it away as Luke rolled his eyes, “Just help her out, Jess.”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Being a moron.”

“Fork found in kitchen,” you mumbled, earning a glare from Jess, “We’re nearly done, c’mon.”

Jess fought back a smirk, folding his arms again and shaking his head, “You’re a pain in the ass, Y/N.”

“At least I’m a festive pain in the ass,” you sing-songed, twirling tinsel around the cash register as he laughed at you, “Hey, I can see a smile there! He can smile! What a heartthrob. I could almost mistake you for Jonathan Taylor Thomas in I’ll Be Home for Christmas.”

“I look like who from what?” Jess contorted his face in confusion, unsure whether what you were saying was a compliment.

Kirk appeared out of nowhere beside you both, an inquisitive expression on his face, “Jonathan Taylor Thomas from the 1998 Christmas movie I’ll Be Home for Christmas. I have to say I think you’re wrong though, Y/N. He doesn’t have nearly as much of his boyish charm.”

You burst out laughing again, clasping your hand to your mouth as you watched Jess blush just a little as he stood slack-jawed.

“Boyish charm? I’ve got plenty of boyish charm,” Jess scoffed, puffing out his chest, “Why do I look like him anyway?”

“Oh, you don’t,” Kirk shrugged, “Y/N just has a crush on him and a crush on you.”

“Ok that’s quite enough from you Kirk,” It was your turn to blush crimson now as you gestured towards the tables, “We’re not even open yet. You—uh— just go sit down.”

“A crush on me, huh?” Jess was smirking now, and you couldn’t tell if the bubbling in your stomach was sheer embarrassment or excitement at the way he was looking at you.

Obviously, it was both.

You shook your head, “Oh, ‘cause you should totally trust Kirk.”

Jess quirked his eyebrow, “When it comes to town gossip, I’d say I do.”

You looked down at your feet, cheeks still incredibly warm and your heart palpitating so hard you were sure it’d burst out of your chest at any moment.

“You know, you’ve gone bright red. So red in fact that I think it’s put me in a festive mood,” Jess quipped smugly, elbow on the counter as he leaned a little closer to you.

You scoffed, “It took me being embarrassed to feel festive?”

Jess shook his head, and said nothing for a moment.

You wondered whether he was about to embarrass you even further, but his expression softened so much that it confused you.

“No, it took being told that you do like me,” he shrugged, but he was clearly not as nonchalant about it as he was trying to appear, “To save me the embarrassment of a not so festive rejection under the many, many Christmas lights— seriously why do we need so fuckin’ many?”

Your heart swelled at his initial words, but you rolled your eyes yet again at his grumbling about the Christmas lights, “It’s Christmas, Jess. And so pretty.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Jess was quieter as he spoke now, his eyes twinkling as he moved even closer to you, “So pretty.”

Now you were certain that every drop of blood had rushed to your cheeks, the intensity of his stare making you bite your lip and look away again.

His hand lifted up to touch your cheek, drawing your eyes back to meet his.

Your mouth had gone dry, and you couldn’t help but notice how carefully he watched your lips as your tongue swiped over them.

“You—I—We need to finish decorating and open up, Jess,” you stammered, but Jess wasn’t letting you get out of this conversation now.

“If it wasn’t for Kirk, I’d really like to kiss you right now,” he looked briefly away and saw that Kirk had seemingly entirely disappeared, “Oh, it might be my lucky day. Now I’m really feeling festive.”

You giggled, “Then what—what’re you waiting for?”

He didn’t waste a moment after that, immediately capturing your lips with his as you leaned into his chest.

The kiss was short lived, but you almost didn’t mind because your mind was racing at the fact that it was actually even happening at all.

Jess beamed across at you as you pulled back, your eyes locked on each other for a fair few moments of silence.

“I’m finally in the Christmas spirit, Y/N,” he sing-songed as he finally broke the silence, still staring intently at you as you shivered under his gaze, “So much so that I think I’d like to go watch the town Christmas lights being switched on tonight. If you’re up for it. If not, like, whatever. Just a suggestion. Since you love Christmas and—,”

You laughed, placing a hand on his bicep to interrupt his rambling, “I’d really like that, Jess. Even if you are going to drive me nuts complaining about the lights, it’d be nice to go. Like, together.”

Jess seemed pleased with that answer, a broad smile overtaking his face as he leaned in even closer, “It’s a date, then. And now we can get back to decorating.”

You bit your lip, “A date. Woah, Jess Mariano is taking me on a date to see the Christmas lights getting switched on. If I didn’t know any better I’d think I was still tucked up in bed dreaming.”

“I’m in your dreams a lot then, huh?” he teased, the smirk back gracing his features as you gently nudged his arm, “My nightmares, maybe.”

“Hm, guess you dream about that John Tyler guy more then,” he feigned offence, and despite mistaking the name you found his pout incredibly adorable.

You laughed, “Jonathan Taylor Thomas?”

“Mhm.”

“Don’t be jealous, Mariano,” you hummed, leaning into his side as you teased him.

“I’m not jealous,” he grunted, “What does he even look like anyway?”

You giggled, and he didn’t seem impressed by the way you went straight into your head thinking about the actor, “You’ll find out later when I force you to come back to mine and watch it with me after the lights are on.”

“No fuckin’ way!” he shook his head, and you forced a pout until he sighed, “Fine. Only because I like you. And I’m choosing our takeout if I’m going to be third-wheeling you and the TV on our first date.”

You grinned, “Fine by me. It’s a date!”

“A date? Finally, kid,” Luke reemerged for a moment again, poking his head around the corner of the kitchen.

“He’s taking me to see the Christmas lights being switched on,” you grinned, watching Luke’s brief shocked expression being quickly replaced by a small smile.

“The lights?” he repeated, and you nodded.

“I knew he liked you, I mean the whole town did. But it looks like he must really like you, huh?”

“Yeah,” you basically whispered, looking over at Jess for a moment and seeing him smiling softly at you despite his irritation at his uncle poking his nose in, “I guess he does.”

———

happy festive season guys!

this has been in the drafts for a couple weeks near finished but i’ve finally got it done now <3 might write some more festive imagines so if there are any characters you’d like to see that for then please let me know.

as usual — thanks for reading, here’s my masterlist if you’d like to read more of my stuff!

#jess mariano x you #jess mariano x y/n #jess mariano #jess mariano imagines #jess mariano x reader #jess mariano imagine #gilmore girls imagines #gilmore girls #gilmore girls imagine #milo ventimiglia

[purlturtle]

Which Star Trek Show Lead has the best smirk?

Because why the hell not. This poll is brought to you by a Anson Mount Thirst Post I saw today, in which I realized that both he and Kate Mulgrew are actual pros at smirking. So, let's put it to the vote:

(yes, I'm only going with the live action leads here. And no, I'm not putting Picard in twice. And no, these aren't all captains; I said "show leads", not "captains". And yes, there is no "other" option, you gotta pick one!)

Feel free to judge them not on the actual smirk pictured, but on the smirk you remember - it was bloody difficult to find good photos for a almost all of them. Also feel free to reblog this with your favorite Janeway Smirk or Kirk Smirk or Burnham Smirk added - always appreciate a good smirk!

#my poll #tumblr poll #star trek #tos #tng #ds9 #voy #ent #dsc #snw #kirk #picard #sisko #janeway #archer #burnham #pike #jim kirk #james t kirk #jean-luc picard #benjamin sisko #kathryn janeway #jonathan archer #michael burnham #chris pike #christopher pike

[darkness-and-books]

How the TOS crew reacts to being stuck in the turbo lift with you

requested by anon: “how would the tos crew react to getting stuck in the turbolift with reader?”

Spock

He only briefly looks up when he realises that the turbo lift has stopped.

Has no reaction whatsoever and goes back to doing whatever work on his PADD because he figures somebody has to notice it’s out of order fairly quickly

He just goes about his business until he hears you hyperventilating

He already knows why you’re panicking.

Spock does his best to comfort you by telling you that there’s only one turbo lift and therefore someone will have to fix it soon.

He’ll 100% tell you all about the history of elevators and how the turbo lift is so much safer 🤓

If you’re still worried after that he’ll let you hold his hand until someone finally fixes the turbo lift.

Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy

Internally, he also freaks out a little bit

Bones somehow keeps his composure despite being trapped very close to you

He’s entirely in his own head about it until he realises that he can hear you freaking out even more than him

His inner country boy breaks out a little and pulls you close to him

Absolutely kisses your hands and maybe even your cheek to make you giggle a bit

He’ll remind you that you guys have been through way worse than a stopped turbo lift.

Jim Kirk

“Huh” his exact words after realising you’ve stopped.

Honestly, he really really trusts his crew so he won’t be worried at all

But the moment he hears your breathing pick up he’ll start cracking jokes

“Actually this works out perfectly, I was on my way to a meeting”

Pulls you into a big bear hug and tells you how he’d much rather be here with you

if you’re still panicking he’ll say something like “do I have to order you to calm down”

Keeps telling jokes until you laugh

and when you do laugh, he’s pretty sure his heart jumps out of his chest.

Nyota Uhura

Absolute girl boss about it

Would 100% wait it out if it weren’t for the fact that she could see you panicking

But you’re panicking and she can’t bare to see you with anything but a smile on your face

She pulls out her comm and calls down to engineering (why did no one else think to do this? 🧐)

Once she’s done that all she can really do is wait

She won’t even wait or hesitate, she’ll pull you to the floor and sit with you

10/10 would recommend getting stuck in the turbo lift with Nyota, she will cuddle until someone fixes the lift

Sulu

“Oh my”

His mind seriously blanks

But he kicks into gear when he remembers you’re here too

He pulls out a deck of cards and asks if you like magic 🪄

(I dunno why I just think Sulu can do card tricks and stuff 🤷‍♀️)

Card tricks quickly devolves into an intense game of war

Its unexpected for sure, but it works

Scotty

It takes him a moment to notice

But when he hears your breathing he looks up and realises that you’ve stopped

You’re lucky to be stuck in the turbo lift with the head of engineering

He gives you a quick wink 😉 and smirks when you blush

He’d turn around, open up a panel that you didn’t even know existed, and fix it

Bam, problem solved

If you’re really shaken up by it though he’ll probably take you for a drink after or make you tea if you don’t drink

I hope you like it, anon. I’m super sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind, feel free to re-request it with more specific parameters if this isn’t what you meant.

#star trek #headcanon #leonard mccoy x reader #spock x reader #kirk x reader #nyota uhura #tos sulu #im taking requests!!! #requested #Scotty

[feeder86]

Acting Out

Cam could definitely say he’d given it his best shot. After years of dreaming about being a star, he’d packed up his things and headed straight to Los Angeles at the age of eighteen. He’d been convinced that he could make it; that he had what it took - even his high school Yearbook had said so. When he got the commercial job, he’d been sure that it was the start of big things for him. But that was six years ago now.

Fed up of living in a dump and barely making enough from working in a trashy downtown bar, Cam had finally decided that enough was enough. There was always going to be someone better looking than he was; someone more talented and versatile. It was time to admit defeat and head home.

Cam had been surprised by how many of his old high school buddies had wanted to meet up for a drink upon his return. Everyone had seen the commercial he’d done and, for a small town like this, Cam realised that, in their eyes at least, he’d made something of himself during those awkward early years of adulthood.

“So what’s your plan now you’re back home?” Fin asked, as the conversation remained steadily focused on Cam.

Cam shrugged. “Get a job, I guess. Start trying to work my way out of my folk’s place.” It was something that was easier said than done. He’d not paid all that much attention in school and had since breezed from one bar job to another, never picking up much in the way of experience or skills. 

“That home decor place by the old quarry is looking for someone,” Daz jumped in. “I saw a sign up in their window.”

“I hardly think Cam wants to spend his time just selling bathroom tiles,” Fin countered, as if he was trying to protect Cam’s imaginary celebrity status.

“Isn’t that where Kirk Ploughman works now?” Bill asked with a smirk.

Cam’s mind whirred into life at the mention of the name. He hadn’t thought about Kirk in years. The guy had been high school royalty, with his tall frame and built, lean, muscular body that seemed a biological impossibility for someone who was just eighteen. When he’d run with the football, guys didn’t want to go in for that tackle. But he hadn’t been all that interested in school and, consequently, Kirk had shared many of the same classes with Cam; though neither of them had ever really taken the time to get to know each other. Still, he’d been great eye-candy back then. “Kirk Ploughman?” Cam asked, feeling the familiarity of that name as it rolled off his tongue. “He still lives in town? I thought he’d have been signed up for some big football club by now?”

Cam had no idea what it was about what he’d said that had been so funny, but suddenly everyone around him had burst into fits of laughter. “Kirk Ploughman?” Bill echoed, chuckling. “A professional athlete? Geez! You can tell you haven’t been back here for some time!”

“Why?” Cam asked, feeling completely lost as the laughter continued rolling around the room. “Did something happen?”

“Kirk started to put on a little weight after high school,” Fin explained over the chorus of laughter.

“A little weight?” Bill retorted. “Now that’s a fucking understatement! Every time I see the guy he’s gained about fifty pounds of fresh blubber!”

Cam blushed. He both loved and hated tales such as these; ones where high school jocks became consumed by their own gluttonous appetites and started to balloon. There was something so erotic about it. They were fantasies he’d jacked off to his whole life and developed into a kink that he just couldn’t seem to shake off. Even now he could feel his dick hardening.

“Oh, I see him all the time down the supermarket,” Vinny added, pulling a face of utter disgust. “You only need to take one look in his shopping cart to see why he’s probably close to five hundred pounds now.”

Now Cam’s dick really did pulse and stiffen. Kirk Ploughman, a five hundred pound superchub? It was like the ultimate fantasy. It was all he could do to resist the urge to ask if anyone had a picture.

“Yeah, I don’t think you want to be stuck working with Kirk,” Bill finally summarised. “I don’t think the fat fuck gets off his ass much to do anything around that place. You’d probably have to do his job as well as your own.”

The seed had been sown. Cam knew he’d need to go and enquire about the job tomorrow; even just for curiosity’s sake. The erotic images he had of Kirk in his mind right then were just too enticing to ignore.

The store was every bit the small town cliché. A little bell rang as Cam opened the door and he had the sense that the place was waking up from a late morning nap. He looked around, spotting an older guy at the counter and headed straight over. He’d begun by asking about the job, and the man, calling himself Bob, had seemed so relieved that someone was in there asking about the position. Cam soon found himself agreeing to a paid trial shift right there and then. For the next two hours, he’d learned almost everything there was to know, while only a handful of customers came in to interrupt them.

“Our busiest days are at the weekend,” the older man explained. “The other regular guy who works here is… Well, you get used to him. I sold him part of the business a couple of years ago when I wanted to step back from it. However, I’m not quite sure how up for it he really is.  Anyway, you’ll be working with him a lot.”

“You mean, Kirk?” Cam asked. “I knew him in high school.”

Bob seemed relieved that he didn’t need to go on explaining about Kirk. He’d taken an obvious amount of care with the words he had chosen to desscibe Kirk and tried to phrase things with such diplomacy, it was like he had been put on trial. With that done, he simply shook Cam’s hand. “Welcome to the team!”

As Cam started work early the next day, he found the vibe of the store very much changed. Rock music was blasting from the back room and, with only half the lights switched on, the store seemed oddly disorientating. He shouted to the back, not wanting to progress behind the counter right away and potentially startle whoever was on the shift with him that day, but there really was no choice. He stepped gingerly into the little room at the back, where the loud music was coming from, only to see a very large, spherically shaped guy snacking from a tall stack of buttery toast he’d just made himself and slurping on a can of soda.

So engrossed was he in his breakfast, the guy had yet to notice him and Cam simply watched as the enormously fat man demolished a slice of toast in seconds. It was Kirk, even under all that fat, there was no doubting it. He’d grown a thick, stubbly beard that failed to conceal the fact that his neck was no longer visible. All traces of the jock physique had gone and Cam found himself almost swooning as he surveyed the size of the guy’s blubbery chest and nipples. Still, it was his gut that was the main event. So round and ball-like, it sat in his lap, filling most of it with ease. And those ginormous, doughy arms, that had once been so strong and muscular, now strained the fit of the already tight work shirt Kirk was having to wear.

“Hello,” Cam waved, using his arms to grab Kirk’s attention, realising that he had to stop silently standing there like some sort of creepy stalker.

Kirk raised his eyebrows and looked over. He nodded and pushed the remaining half of one of his slices of toast into his greedy mouth, put his plate down, and then carefully lowered the volume of the speaker.

“You’re the new guy?” Kirk asked. Already his tongue was licking his lips like he wanted another slice of his toast. Still, he squinted at Cam and then finally raised his gigantic body up. “It’s… Cam, right?” he considered, as if he had lifted the name up from the bottom of a very deep well.

Cam outstretched his hand and reintroduced himself, surprised at how buttery the palm of Kirk’s large hands actually felt. It hadn’t taken long for them to get the small talk over with and it was immediately clear that Kirk didn’t have the same fascination about his life in LA as everyone else he had met so far. Cam knew he’d gone a little far, choosing a job simply because he’d been turned on by the thought of working with such a superb specimen of ‘ex-jock’. But now that he was here and Kirk was standing in front of him in all his lardy, five hundred pound glory, he realised that he really didn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Oof! Check her out!” Kirk whispered slyly, later that day. He nodded his head towards a very large woman, probably twenty years older than both of them, pulling a face that immediately spoke of his attraction to her.

Cam looked over at the big woman, hardly believing that Kirk, the sexiest guy in their high school, who had dated every hot girl in their class, was now checking out such a plain, obese woman in her late forties. “I take it you’re an ass man then?” Cam simply replied, seeing the enormous butt on the lady as she turned around.

“I do like some junk in the trunk,” Kirk nodded, fixated at the sight of the massive glutes. Then, for the first time in at least three hours, the man picked himself off his extra large chair and started striding over, his chest puffed out, ready to help the new customer. 

Cam felt his dick harden for the hundredth time that day. Kirk’s own ass was so wide and thick as he headed over to the big lady. But something about seeing Kirk getting aroused had also turned Cam on; like it was an enticing window into the ex-jock’s mind.

“She’s married,” Cam grunted as he returned a couple of minutes later. “I saw the wedding ring. Lucky bastard!” he went on, throwing himself back down into the aching, tortured chair. Then, he simply reached under the counter to the mini-fridge he’d set himself up with, and took out another can of soda to crack open.

Cam slowly started to realise why everyone he had spoken to about Kirk regarded him with such disdain. The guy simply had no matters at all. He was a slave to his own appetite, constantly grazing throughout the day and throwing out large, guttural burps, no matter how many customers were wandering about in the store. Cam could also have counted on a single hand how many times the man had gotten up off his chair; lazily sending Cam as often as he could.

Not for the first time, Cam found himself wishing that he could rid himself of his strange infatuation. Why did he find Kirk’s gluttony, slobbishness and lazy work ethic to be such a turn on? It wasn’t normal! Yet, he knew for certain, there hadn’t been anyone in his entire life he’d had a crush on like this. Five days into his new job and Cam knew he was absolutely lost to it. The amount of calories he’d seen Kirk take down had been out of this world, and he came, thinking about just that, within five minutes of getting home each night.

It was easy to see why Kirk kept a plentiful stash of soda cans in his little fridge at work; with faulty air conditioning, the place could start to feel uncomfortable very quickly. But he was also generous to share them out with Cam. The days could be long and boring when fewer people came into the store. Kirk’s interests lay more with the online aspect of the business, which he himself had initiated; explaining that there was a surprising amount of cash to be made in selling on discontinued lines that were hard to come by. Kirk could buy and sell thousands of dollars worth of tiles without even having to get up off his wide rear; it was an enterprise that was bound to keep the business afloat for many years to come; even on those slow days in the store.

“Here,” called Kirk, sliding a can of soda down the counter to Cam. “Have another one. You need a sugar boost. You’re looking tired.”

Cam nodded and popped the can open, taking a long slurp. Kirk was right; hot, stuffy days like this tended to leech all the energy from his body as he looked at his watch and saw that he still had another four hours to go. There was just something about the building; the enormity of it and the stale air inside. Kirk offered him one of his doughnuts and Cam took it gratefully, already starting to feel a little perkier. “Any collections you need me to get ready?” he asked Kirk, checking on the online orders, desperate for something to do.

“Maybe later,” Kirk replied dismissively, taking a large slurp from his own soda and then cracking out another, after a long, drain-like burp. “You should listen to this…” he went on enthusiastically, clicking for a song to play on the computer. Kirk was passionate about his rock music and Cam was slowly acquiring quite an education about it all; especially after Kirk had downloaded some tracks for him to listen to at home. “Pretty good, huh?” he smiled as the heavy drums came into their own. 

Cam had to admit that he quite liked Kirk’s taste in music and the pair of them sat there for the next hour, playing track after track as the large box of donuts slowly diminished.

“So, what’s it like working with Kirk?” Bill asked a few weeks later, as Cam met up with some of the guys once again. 

“Well, Kirk pretty much runs the place; so it’s more like I’m the one working for him,” Cam clarified. 

“I bet it’s a complete shit show if Kirk’s in charge!” Vinny joked. “My sister had to coach him through algebra back in high school. He’s not exactly the brightest crayon in the box, is he?”

Everyone laughed, happy to mock Kirk, just like last time. It made Cam’s jaws clench and his teeth start to grind in frustration. Kirk’s rapid weight gain since high school had left him exposed to unjustified assumptions about his intelligence from everyone else. “Actually, Kirk’s business model is very successful,” he countered. “Some days, Kirk can make more cash sat on his butt than you guys make in a month. He’s even buying more of a stake in the business, so he’ll be the majority owner.”

It was hard for the guys to think of a witty retort to the revelation that Kirk did have some business sense after all, but they soon managed it. Cam was relieved when the conversation finally turned away from the subject of his new boss. He swallowed down his third beer and burped to relieve the gas that had quickly built up in his stomach. The others laughed, but looked at each other, seeming perplexed to see their suave LA buddy showing such a blatant lack of manners. It made Cam blush slightly, thinking to himself: had he been spending too much time in Kirk’s company?

Cam had received more shifts at the store than he had been expecting. During the week, it was pretty quiet, but Kirk seemed to like the fact that he could concentrate on the online sales, without customers getting to him. For the most part, it was easy money; despite the long hours. Kirk was decent company and he didn’t mind closing up for an hour or so as they went for lunch somewhere. Kirk always paid, as his way of knocking off some tax for the business. It meant that Cam was slowly building up a little pot of savings, ready for him to rent his own place. Living with his folks had been a welcome relief after struggling for years in LA; but now he was more than ready to move on. Not least because of the tightness he was starting to feel in his clothes as he dressed for work each day. His mother’s home cooking had always been a comfort, but without a gym subscription or the metabolism of a teenager, Cam slowly felt like he was constantly bloated. It was mortifying. He’d met up for some fun with a guy a few nights earlier who had directly called him out on it, claiming that he looked much ‘chubbier’ in real life. Chubbier! Really? Back in LA, he’d had to work hard to maintain his image, always waiting for that big break just around the corner. Had he really let things slide that badly since he’d come home?

“There’re some fresh pastries in the back,” Kirk pointed as Cam arrived at work the next morning.

Cam had bought some more relaxed pants for work but his mom had obviously shrunk them, trying to help him with his washing even though he had asked her not to. They pinched into his hips, making him grumpy as he helped himself to a couple of the pastries. What a waste of money buying these pants had been!

“What’s got you in a mood this morning?” Kirk asked, spotting Cam’s frustration as he wriggled to get comfortable in his restrictive pants. 

“I need to get out of my parents’ place,” Cam huffed. “They mean well but… fuck! I need my own space!” he sighed, reaching under the counter to help himself to a cool soda from the small refrigerator. He cracked it open and chugged it like an ice cold beer after a long day of hard labour.

“I know that feeling!” Kirk nodded. “I moved out not long after high school. I just needed to feel more in control of my own life,” he went on, placing both of his hands on the shelf of his giant stomach and watching as Cam took large bites out of his pastries.

“Do you still do much with your family?” Cam asked, realising now that Kirk had never mentioned them before.

“Not really,” Kirk replied. “My dad really wanted me to take the football thing more seriously and when I told him I was bored of it and preferred eating cheeseburgers instead, he never quite forgave me. I knew I had to get out of there if I was ever going to have the sort of life I really wanted for myself. They actually moved out of town about four years ago.”

“Ouch!” Cam responded, feeling bad for his friend. “That must have been rough?”

“Nah,” Kirk replied dismissively. “It’s awesome, not having to worry about their looks of disapproval, seeing them around town.” One hand rubbed against his belly as if it comforted him. He stood, getting the box of pastries from the back room and plopping them down on the counter between them as the two men prepared for another quiet day.

“Hey, Bob, do you have any more work shirts in your van? My mom has done my washing again and…” he raised his arms to show how short and tight it had become, “...she has a tendency to shrink stuff.”

Bob didn’t do many shifts, and even fewer where he was paired up with Cam, but he looked at the fit of Cam’s shirt without any hint of humour. “I’m sorry, I should have warned you about Kirk,” he sighed. “He has a habit of doing this.”

“Doing what?” Cam asked, starting to search for the box of shirts himself.

“If Kirk offers you food, just say no,” Bob stated with absolute certainty. “I’ll find you a new shirt for now, but…” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “He does this every time. He starts putting a little gut on all the guys who come work here,” the older man grumbled, shaking his head in disapproval. “Kirk is a lovely guy, don’t get me wrong, but his sense of humor is warped. Just be aware that he’s more than likely getting some sort of weird thrill out of playing with you.”

Cam’s eyebrows furrowed. “I’m not quite sure what you mean?” he asked, despite already starting to feel his heart racing with inexplicable adrenaline.

“Don’t get me wrong, I think the world of Kirk. I was friends with his grandfather back in the day and I’ve known him since he was a little boy. But how does a strapping football athlete from a good family suddenly get a giant, fat belly like that on him?” he asked, pointing at the enormous, empty chair where Kirk usually sat during his shifts; the lower cushion flattened into a dish shape by the huge heavy rear. “We watched it happen when he was nineteen. He was such a good-looking boy, but folks in town said he was stuffing himself like he actually wanted to get fat! And he was dating these really fat… and I mean FAT women,” he repeated for emphasis, holding his short arms out almost as wide as they would go. “Believe it or not, that massive chair was what he asked his family to get for him for his twenty-first birthday. And he’s spent the last few years eating as if he’s actively trying to outgrow it. Have you heard the way it creaks now?” he asked, shaking the tortured frame of the chair. “Before he went into a home, his grandfather asked me to take him on here; see if I could sort him out a bit and give him some stability. But…” he pointed again at the empty chair, “...I think what the people in town said was true: he wants to be fat. And I think he gets off on seeing it happen to other people as well.”

Cam’s dick was tingling in his pants and he knew that he’d need to sit down pretty fast. The idea that Kirk enjoyed being fat wasn’t a complete surprise, but the thought of him getting some sort of erotic thrill out of pushing extra calories on Cam was a strangely arousing prospect. He snuck off to the bathroom fairly soon afterwards and just gazed at himself in the privacy of the mirror. How long had it been since he’d allowed himself to properly appraise his reflection like this? But now that he was looking, it was obvious how much his middle had been thickening. Was it Kirk who had convinced him that it was his mom shrinking his clothes in the wash? Cam hadn’t given that idea any consideration at all. It had been a lie; a cunning lie, implanted into his head as Kirk brought in more and more delicious treats as the weeks had gone on. Had Cam… had he actually been… fattened up on purpose?

The next day, Kirk was already back in his seat, with the early morning radio blasting out before the doors officially opened. “I was in the mood for muffins this morning,” he stated casually. “Help yourself.”

Despite how foolish Cam felt, the sight of Kirk never failed to take his breath away. That handsome face, all bloated with the lard he had packed on since high school. Thinking about Kirk deliberately fattening himself had supercharged Cam’s libido yesterday and he had come five times, alone in his bedroom, just imagining it.

“Aren’t you going to have a muffin?” Kirk pressed a few minutes later when Cam had simply sat himself down without heading into the back room. “I’ll get them for you,” he offered helpfully, picking up his gigantic body and squeezing by, into the backroom. “Enjoy!” he smiled, throwing the box down by Cam’s side.

Had it not been for the conversation with Bob the day before, Cam knew he would have picked up at least two muffins without a second thought. Now, he knew he needed to sort himself out and not be taken in by Kirk any more. But his mouth had been filling with saliva since the moment Kirk had mentioned them and now that the muffins were glistening in front of him, he felt genuinely hungry. Turned on by the sight of his biggest crush, Cam found his resolve wavering. He knew that he was attracted enough to Kirk that he would have shot up off his chair, climbed into the man’s crotch and sucked that massive fatty off until closing time. So, why wouldn’t he just eat a little muffin for him? After all, Bob seemed to believe that there was some sort of thrill in it for Kirk. 

Cam heard the refrigerator door opening and the crack of a soda can opening and then being placed next to him. It was all true; Kirk really was trying to deliberately fatten him up! “I think it’s going to get pretty stuffy in here soon,” the fat man stated; his chosen casual excuse for serving a sweet, sugary calorie bomb to his work coleague. 

It was the idea of playing to Kirk’s supposed kinks that finally made Cam pick up his first muffin and slurp on the soda. He wondered what it was about this whole scenario that did it for the big man. After all, now that Cam thought about it, Kirk must have spent a fair amount of money on all those casual treats and snacks for him over the last few months. Perhaps there was a slight submissive side to Cam’s sexuality; suddenly wondering how he could play his part in Kirk’s twisted games; to entertain and arouse him. Just the thought of creating even the tiniest twitch in Kirk’s dick sent Cam into a tailspin of longing. He’d been so aroused since his conversation with Bob and he felt that same breathless lust within him as he took a second large bite out of the muffin, already finding his other hand preloading the next sugary treat. “These are good!” he exclaimed, speaking with a full mouth, just as Kirk always did. He noticed now that Kirk was watching keenly as he ate. Had he always done that? The sensation of being watched now seemed to ignite a spark of sexual energy in Cam and he soon found himself taking down that second muffin, followed by a third and, inexplicably, a fourth as well; all washed down with a second fresh soda, supplied to him by Kirk. He burped, letting it all out and enjoying the fact that Kirk didn’t bat an eyelid.

“Are we closing at lunch again today?” Kirk asked. “It’s Friday and I’m sort of in the mood for burgers and fries.”

Cam glanced down at himself, suddenly finding that that tight pinch of his pants and strange fit of his work shirt had become a source of a strange eroticism for him. He nodded. The way he was feeling right then, he would have eaten anything Kirk asked him to.

Getting out of the shower a few weeks later, Cam wiped off the steam from the mirror and took a hard look at himself. He’d spent years developing his chest muscles in LA, but even with all the protein shakes and supplements, he’d never had a thick little tummy like he had now. He could see the build up of fat, deepening his belly button and swelling around his waist, creating love handles for the first time in his life. He thought about what his LA friends would have said if they saw him like this, or the notes he would have received from casting directors if he went into an audition looking like this. He probably could have allowed that shame to have spurred him on to do something about it, were it not for the immediate levitation of his dick, knowing exactly who was doing this to him. He spun around, looking in the mirror at how his love handles pitched and bulged as he did so. He stared at his glutes, once so pert and beefy, but now oversized and obviously swollen with fresh blubber and jiggly from the lack of exercise. Was the weight spreading into his thighs too? That was new. What would they have described this as in LA? The dad-bod? He definitely now looked like a guy who was more into his food and sitting on the couch, rather than one who frequented the gym. He took his hand to his dick, knowing that he’d never get any peace until he drained it again; staring with a mixture of shock, disgust and awe at his own reflection.

The comments soon started cropping up as Cam entered his eighth month of being back home. Despite multiple payments he had made, the interest rates on Cam’s credit cards were starting to bite and, despite all the hours he was working, Cam felt like he had very little to show for it. Cheap sweatshorts became his new best friend for work, but he didn’t have much cash to replace anything else. His old shirts still hugged nicely against his arms and chest, but their tight fit left him exposed to criticism about how rounded his middle had become. His dad had even offered to pay for a gym subscription for him, but when would he ever have the time for that? It seemed like a good compromise; still getting to overeat for Kirk, but at least maintaining a bit of control about how he looked by working out at the gym. Yet, Cam resisted, simply getting harder and harder the longer he allowed his current sloth-like lifestyle to continue.

Cam got very used to seeing those faces from high school he’d long forgotten about. He was surprised how fast their full names came back to him. He saw a young couple coming in and recognised the girl as being one of the cheerleaders from back in the day: Sadie Parry. She walked hand in hand with a strapping, athletic-looking guy, wandering the aisles.

“Didn’t you used to date her?” Cam asked, turning to Kirk, sitting engrossed in the computer screen.

Kirk looked across the store, making his old chair scream, just as the couple came back into view for a brief moment. A vague recognition then relaxed Kirk’s face of concentration. “Probably,” he shrugged. “I dated a lot of that crowd in high school.”

“You don’t even remember?” Cam laughed.

Kirk shrugged. “I was with a lot of girls in high school. It was the expected thing in the football team.”

“Oh, how awful for you!” Cam joked. “All those hot girls lining up for you like that!”

Kirk looked over at the couple with disapproval. “Well, it made me realise one thing: I knew I didn’t want to be stuck the rest of my life with girls like Sadie Parry. I bet she makes that guy absolutely miserable if ever he misses a gym session. Appearances are everything to girls like that. Check out the handbag and shoes.” With that, he picked up a doughnut from the tray in front of them and bit into a full half of it. “No thanks!” he finally huffed.

“I know what you mean,” Cam agreed. “LA was completely superficial like that as well. Everyone had to look a certain way and, in the end, you just get so sick of it. Coming back here has really helped me see that.” He too picked up a doughnut and took a bite, but had to put it down when Sadie and her boyfriend came wandering over.

“Do you do these in another colour?” she questioned, holding a tile sample. “Oh.. wait. Cam?” she asked, taking in his face. Her eyes travelled up and down his body. “I saw you in that commercial a few years ago. I hardly recognised you,” she stated, with her eyes fixed on his budding paunch.

“Yeah, I moved back here a few months ago,” Cam mumbled as he saw Sadie’s eyes find the half-eaten doughnut on the desk beside him.

“We all thought you were going to be a real movie star,” she went on, in that slyly obnoxious way that was all coming back to Cam now. “Now you’re here, obviously eating far too many crappy doughnuts and working in a dump like this.” Her boyfriend was standing beside her, but she clearly didn’t think enough of Cam now to introduce him. As for Kirk, she didn’t even bother looking at him. “So, do you do this in another colour then?” she repeated, holding the tile up once more.

Incensed, Cam picked up the sugary snack beside him and took a giant bite. “No,” he simply stated, ending the conversation flat and staring at her as he chewed.

Seeming to sense the slight, Sadie turned, put the tile down on the nearest shelf and led her hapless boyfriend out of the store.

Kirk broke into a roar of laughter as the door closed behind them. 

“Your exes are bitches!” Cam joked, still standing up from the subtle confrontation. “I think I just got fat shamed!” he chuckled in disbelief.

“I think you might be right!” Kirk agreed, sliding over in his chair to give Cam’s think rump a pat. It was an odd thing to do, but the sensation of being touched, however innocently by Kirk, made Cam’s heart race. “You handled her perfectly though. I was so proud!”

“Yeah?” Cam asked, enjoying Kirk’s praise.

“Of course!” he smiled. “I’m delighted with my little apprentice.” They held a stare for a moment, then as Cam sat himself back down, he saw the tray of doughnuts being gently pushed in his direction; letting Cam know that it wasn’t the running of the store that he was being trained in.

Cam’s supposed Holywood status had long since worn off in town, which had been a welcome relief. He didn’t really have the cash to go out drinking when the guys asked and it eased his finances when the invitations became fewer and farther between. Kirk had given him one of his old games consoles and was lending him a few titles. Having never really been much of a gamer growing up, Cam found his new hobby strangely addictive. Sometimes, on the days he was not working, he could go the entire time without leaving the house. Shamefully, he could feel his ass spreading as he sat up in his bed, snacking on whatever he had found in the refrigerator. His body shape was changing yet again. Another layer of fat seemed to be spreading across this body, softening him up a lot more than before. He could feel the blubber on his pecs and arms, and was becoming quite used to the mass of a small gut starting to creep out in front of him. He’d had no choice but to use some of his pay on some larger clothes; with the elastic on his old underwear finding the changes to his body particularly stressful. His family didn’t waste time trying to be subtle about how fat he was getting. His mother had even stuck pictures of him from a couple of years earlier on the refrigerator; a tip she had picked up from daytime tv that was supposed to make Cam think twice before he went raiding in there. She couldn’t possibly have realised that the actual effect was the complete opposite. Just like the memory of how fit and muscular Kirk had once been added to Cam’s attraction to him, so did the thrill of being reminded about his own transformation, building into an arousal that he couldn’t quite put into words. He’d certainly never imagined himself getting to two hundred and forty pounds after maintaining a sleek one sixty-five his entire adult life.

Cam put on his new favourite shirt and stared hard at the little round belly it still showed underneath. Having been invited round to play games at Kirk’s place that night, he knew that he wanted to look good. He’d pictured Kirk’s apartment for so long and he was genuinely surprised when the reality matched up almost entirely with that vision in his head. Kirk cared little about tidiness. Clothes and junk littered the floor and the big man had to add even more to it as he cleared a space on the couch for Cam to sit down. Forgetting the pizza they would be ordering later, everything they could possibly want was on the coffee table: beers, chips, doughnuts, candy bars. It was exactly the sort of life Cam had pictured Kirk settling into. They’d often ordered pizza into the store at lunchtime, so it was no surprise to see the way Kirk stacked the slices up and gorged; however, it was no less erotic to see each time.

“You can see why I haven’t invited you her until now,” Kirk pointed around at his apartment. I moved in when I was nineteen and never really got into the idea of keeping the place tidy. I need a new chair as well,” he grumbled, reaching forward for another beer and hearing his tortured armchair groan underneath his heavy form. “I fritter most of my cash away each month, on takeout, music and games.”

Cam tried to ignore how turned on he felt, sat next to a bundle of enormous Kirk’s dirty clothes. He wanted to hold them and marvel at the great expanse of material that was needed to clothe the ex-football star’s body. “Have you always lived her alone?” he asked, knowing that Kirk had had at least a few girlfriends in the last few years. 

“A couple of girlfriends lived here in the past,” Kirk nodded in a noncommittal manner. “Never for very long. Those abs I had in high school disappeared pretty quickly once I moved in here.” He sat up more, as if he was energised by the conversation. “The girl I was with at the time couldn’t quite believe it. One minute she was dating this muscular athlete and the next, I was this doughy little pig. I gained one hundred pounds in the first year I was living on my own!”

Cam nodded knowingly. He knew the feeling, having gained almost eighty pounds in the last fourteen months. He pictured Kirk in those early days of getting fat and his dick pulsed down in his crotch.

“I tried dating some larger women in my early twenties. Some people don’t mind that I’m fat now,” Kirk went on. “I was in a long-distance relationship with a girl from New York a few years ago. She was really into me, but the attraction wasn’t quite there for me, unfortunately. If she’d have gained a few pounds with me, I think she would have looked a lot better. But she was dead against that idea and, in the end, the distance got the better of us.”

“So, you’re just into chubby girls?” Cam asked him, having always been intrigued by Kirk’s sexual tastes.

“Fat, not chubby,” Kirk corrected him, as if that distinction was of the utmost importance to him. “Someone like me.”

“I’m not sure that exists. I think you’re just one of a kind,” Cam joked.

“I don’t know about that…” Kirk grinned. “I can think of at least one person who is very similar to me.”

Cam blushed, sensing that Kirk was actually talking about him. They’d finished gaming and sat, nursing their beers contemplatively. The beer was giving Cam a little courage, so that when a question popped into his head, he suddenly found it rolling off his tongue. “Did you get fat on purpose?” he asked. “Because, that’s what some people in town think.”

A massive, wicked grin filled Kirk’s face. “You really want to know?” he asked teasingly.

Cam thought for a moment, sensing that the answer could alter the way he saw Kirk forever. He nodded.

“It was the whole reason why I moved out of home,” Kirk stated frankly, sliding a hand over the bulk of his ginormous gut. “I hated my abs in high school. I hated the expectation that I had to play football just cause I was taller and more built than everyone else. I used to gorge myself all the time, but the pounds never stuck in the way I wanted. Once I moved out I was free to just stuff myself on everything I needed to grow a belly. And it worked! I quit working out and started looking chubby really fast. It felt amazing!” He lifted the bottom of his shirt and grabbed a wedge of his soft flesh, jiggling it for emphasis. “The fact that my girlfriend at the time hated it just seemed to spur me on even more.”

“Was she a big girl too?” Cam asked, not sure what to say, but desperate to keep this surprisingly kinky ramble going. 

“No,” Kirk replied. “She was just like every other person I’d dated up to that point. But, like I said, it’s FAT that gets me going more than anything else. And in those days, I was riding the most erotic wave of my life. It was only after that, when I began to feel confident as an overweight guy, that I started to look at dating other fatties. Some I was with just because I was into how much excess weight they carried, but others, the ones I was really interested in, I’d test them; see how much of a glutton like me they could be under the right circumstances.”

“And did it work?” Cam chimed in, again to keep the conversation going. He already remembered Bob telling him that Kirk had a strange fascination with overfeeding people.

“Yeah, it did,” Kirk nodded with a smug grin on his face. “I’ve gained almost three hundred pounds since high school. I know how to get someone to fatten up and push a belly on them.”

Now it was Cam’s turn to feel under the spotlight. What Kirk had said was innocent enough, but the way he looked at him and kept looking at him, it was obvious who had been the focus of his attention all these months.

“You’re welcome by the way,” Kirk smirked, taking another sip of his beer and chuckling to himself. Cam didn’t even know what to say. He sat there, dumbfounded that Kirk had practically just admitted to fattening him up on purpose. “Stand up for me,” the big man ordered; beer starting to course through his veins. “I want to see all my hard work.”

Cam chuckled, not quite believing that any of this was actually happening. But, curious to know what Kirk’s next move would be, he stood up and waited.

“Over here,” Kirk ordered, beckoning Cam closer with just a rock of his head. 

Stepping over the mess, Cam did as he was told, surprised to find Kirk’s large hand slipping straight onto his butt the moment he was within reach. But he stood there, enjoying the feeling of being touched, despite not understanding exactly what was going on.

“Ah!” Kirk marvelled, sliding one hand, then two once lowering his beer, right over Cam’s glutes. “Remember how tight and pert these things used to be before you started working with me?” he sighed with joy. “Now they’re getting so fucking doughy!”

The beer was clearly getting the better of Kirk; rather surprising considering the sheer scale of him. He slouched more in his chair and smiled mischievously.

“Yeah, well, all we do is eat at work…” Cam replied, stepping away and trying to keep things light hearted. After all, despite the odd sexual chemistry between them, Cam had to remind himself that Kirk was straight.

“Get back here!” Kirk grunted. “I want to check out the rest of you.” Then, seeing how obedient Cam was, stepping straight back, he pushed things a little further. “Take off your shirt too.”

Cam followed the instruction, only realising as he pulled the shirt over his head that Kirk was probably getting a full view of his raging hard-on pressing up against his pants. Even so, he suddenly felt the sweaty palm of Kirk rubbing the great mass of stomach fat.

“Beautiful!” Kirk simply marvelled. “Absolutely fucking beautiful!”

Cam felt the button of his pants being released and that big, chubby hand sliding down his shaft as the fly was lowered. 

“Do you know how lucky you are? How much I would have loved to have been fattened up like this by someone when I was younger?” Kirk smirked, freely showing how much all of this turned him on.

“I’ve loved it,” Cam tried, finding his heartbeat racing as Kirk’s hand started working his shaft.

“I thought so,” Kirk agreed, slipping down in the chair even more and reaching another hand down his own sweatshorts, trying to reach his dick at the same time. “You’re turning into such a fat pig!”

Cam shuddered with lust. He’d never been sure about how he felt about being called a pig, but coming out of Kirk’s mouth, he’d never heard anything more arousing. Caught by the lust of it all, he found himself giving two little snorts before his brain even had the chance to think about it.

“Oh, fuuuck!” Kirk groaned with arousal; his enormous double chin suddenly amplified as he squinted his eyes and pulled his head back, tugging himself off under his shorts.

Cam came. He hadn’t meant to let it happen so fast, but it was all too much for him. Fast, energetic shots sprayed over Kirk’s skin tight t-shirt, all over his gigantic gut. Kirk didn’t even open his eyes, but moaned at the feeling of it hitting him, redoubling his efforts and making himself come about ten seconds later.

The five-hundred pound man sat up with a huge grin, and a little trickle of sweat travelled down his forehead. He didn’t seem to care that he had made such a mess inside his pants, but lunged for Cam’s empty shirt and used that to wipe up the fresh stains all over his own clothing.

“Hey!” Cam laughed, shirtless before the giant fat man in the chair. “What am I supposed to wear to go home now?” he asked.

Kirk scoffed at the question. “We both know you’re not going home to your parents’ place again,” he stated. “Now sit your fat ass down so we can play another game.” He cracked open a fresh bottle of beer and passed it over to Cam, keeping one for himself. They drank, eyeing each other greedily, silently competing for the longest chug. Kirk won, of course, burping like a drain afterwards and throwing Cam a pack of chips as if it was his consolation prize. Then they both sat back, settling into their futures.

Cam recalled the look of horror on his parents’ faces as he told them he’d moved in with Kirk. They knew of the great fallen football star, just like most people in town, and they didn’t approve in the slightest. But, like everyone else, they had underestimated him. Kirk’s savvy business skills had provided them with a good income, and once Bob had been bought out entirely, Kirk swiftly closed the store down, shifting the business to being online-only. Together with Cam, he’d negotiated a handsome sale price for the land and instead bought a much more generously sized warehouse, nestled within the suburbs of the new, better-connected city they would call home. 

Despite the lavish style of the penthouse apartment the two men now occupied, it was still just as messy as Kirk’s old place had been. They’d lost count of how many cleaners they’d tried to hire over the years, but it was a futile task. Who wanted to clean up after two enormously fat guys only to come back a couple of days later and see the place was in an even worse mess than before?

“Are these grey sweatshorts yours, or mine?” Cam shouted through to the living area, holding up the mass of material that had been discarded on the bedroom floor. Only as he said the words did he realise the enormity of the moment. Despite Kirk’s fifty pound lead on him, to the average viewer, Cam probably looked no less obese than his lover. He’d become so used to the contrast between them, he’d hardly noticed the gradual dimishment of their size difference. His ass was just as wide and out of shape, his gut only slightly smaller. Sure, he didn’t quite have the flabby arms and tits that Kirk had, but he sensed the twelve cartons of ice cream the man had picked up that morning were probably part of a larger plan to solve that problem. 

Realising that he was holding Kirk’s sweatshorts after all, Cam slipped them on, feeling a wave of arousal as the material fitted like a glove around his enormous hips and glutes. Not bothering with a shirt, he trotted out of the bedroom and into the living area, where a similarly shirtless Kirk was playing a game with his headphones on. So that was why the fat man hadn’t replied, Cam thought, chuckling to himself as he sat down on the couch to watch.

“Nice shorts, Fatty!” Kirk joked, clocking Cam’s new attire in the corner of his eye without even moving his head away from the screen. Once the level was over, he threw the controller down and switched the channel. “A movie and a few pizzas tonight?” he asked, knowing that Cam always went along with whatever he wanted to do.

“Sure,” Cam nodded, mindlessly stroking the huge belly infront of him and not being able to shift the semi he had from being inside Kirk’s shorts. As he watched his lover scrolling through their movie options on the screen, he thought back to his teenage years, when he would imagine himself in those huge blockbusters and the glamorous lifestyle that he thought he had wanted. He also pictured an eighteen year old Kirk in his mind; his athleticism and perfect, muscular physique; a pretty, popular girl under his strong arm. There wouldn’t have been a single person who could have guessed that Kirk had actually wanted to give it all up for a life of gluttony and sloth. And, best of all, that he would wind up taking Cam along for the ride with him.

“Pizza’s going to be here in thirty minutes,” the former football star grunted, lowering his enormous rear onto the couch next to Cam; only ever leaving his giant chair for the couch when they were both ready to settle in for the night. It had become a tighter squeeze for them in recent months and, even now, the fatty flesh of their bodies pressed erotically up against each other.

Both men smiled wickedly as they sensed this ever decreasing space on their couch; both so proud to be able to share this strange, unconventional love that worked so well for them both. They kissed, not needing to say a word as their hands began to reach out and touch the others’ giant belly; jiggling and massaging it.

“I’ve left a couple of tubs of ice cream out to melt so that we can drink it when the pizzas arrive,” Kirk explained a moment later.

“Just a couple?” Cam joked, loving how much of a bad influence Kirk was.

The larger man laughed. “You clearly haven’t seen how much food I’ve ordered you then!” He leaned in for another kiss. “In about an hour’s time, your gut is going to be tighter than ever before, and my dick is going to be so fucking hard!”

Cam smiled. Putting on a show for Kirk had always been his undoing. Seeing Kirk get more and more aroused with the greater quantities he could stuff himself with, Cam had inadvertently developed an appetite that could rival even Kirk’s insatiable lust for food. He didn’t reply to the kinky man who had fattened him to such extremes. All he did was simply give two short, quiet little pig snorts.

“Oh, fuuuck!” Kirk moaned with arousal, suddenly losing interest in watching a movie altogether. 

For both of the men, those pizzas couldn’t arrive fast enough.

[in-hav3n]

i have this idea of you reacting to james' mullet haircut for the first time, like you don't like it at first sight but after a few days you start to get into it <3 he was so hot in that era btw

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 

As you parked in front of the studio around 2pm, you were still wondering what was this important thing James needed to show you. You knew they were preparing a few new songs but you were sure he showed you all the riffs ideas they got. The only clue you had was a note he wrote this morning and left on the table.

"Meet me in the studio this afternoon, have something to show you".

Your first reaction was to smile at the note. You were used to these random quick messages, addressed to you for many reasons, like "Can you please buy bacon ? I'm hungry for it" or "Giant barbecue with the guys on Saturday night?". But this one was particularly mysterious…

More and more intrigued, you came into the studio's little kitchen a few minutes later, greetings the band and the studio's management, hoping that at least one of them could help you to discover what it was.

"Do you know why James asked us to all come here today?", Kirk handed you a coffee mug. You shook your head at his question, thanking him for the drink.

"Absolutely no idea and honestly, I thought you could help me..."

"Sorry honey", Lars added as he was playing with his drumsticks, pretending he was playing on invisible drums. "Jaymz is the best when it's about keeping secrets or hiding informations".

"Oh yes, he is...", you answered with a smirk, taking a sip of the hot drink, wondering when your boyfriend would show up to put an end to this mystery.

And just at the thought of him, his truck was heard outside, roaring into the parking area until he stopped the engine.

"There he is!", Jason said as he peeped through he window. "and...oh oh...", you saw the bassist opening his eyes like if he had noticed something. "NO he didn't!".

You frowned even more at his words, wondering what was happening. But soon enough you got your answer...James finally came into the room, joining you all and you discovered the big change he had done with his hair.

Everyone reacted to it of course, some laughed, others couldn't believe their eyes. And you, well. You just stared, eyes and mouth opened, realizing slowly that your boyfriend had cut those beautiful long hair of his you loved to do a mullet instead.

When he had finished greeting everyone, he came over you, wearing a proud grin on his face.

"So...", he started, hands on his hips, "do you like it baby?". He posed then to show his haircut in different angles.

"I...hum...", you mumbled, searching for the right words. You didn't want to disappoint him but honestly, you didn't like it...

"You?", he added, encouraging you to speak and it was worst. You couldn't lie to him. So you sighed and pouted, feeling sorry already for the words you were about to say...

"I'm sorry James, I don't like it...". You saw his smile fading away and you felt bad for it so you quickly added, "but if you like it then it's great!", hoping this would comfort him.

"I do like it"!, he defended himself, crossing his arms. "And I thought you'd have too ! But seems like no one does!", he complained, even pouted slightly and you felt bad.

"I know James but...you have to understand it's really...unusual and very 80s", you told him, still feeling bad.

"Well I like it and I'll keep it!", he declared and you didn't talk about his haircut anymore...

...until a few few days later.

Lying down on a deck chair, enjoying the beautiful spring sun, you were focusing on some papers you need to read for your job. James was out too, a few meters away, cutting some wood pieces with his axe for the next winter.

Lost in your thoughts for a second, proceeding to understand something you just read, you looked up from your paper and your gaze landed on him. He was wearing a black short, his working boots and had taking off his flannel shirt he had tied up around his waist. Some what drops were rolling from his forehead to his cheeks, some of his long hair were stuck on his back due to the sweat.

And this is how you realized that this haircut was absolutely sexy on him. It awaken you something primal, something you've never felt or thought before. He truly looked like a strong wood man and this was exciting.

James stopped his task for a moment, grabbed the bottle of water he let near the tree trunk and drank a big gulp, some water even ran along his bare chest. And soon he noticed your glance in his peripheral vision, smirking as he put the bottle down, wiping his lips with his palm.

"Enjoying the view baby?", his question put you out of your trance. You blinked a few times before you realized he had caught you. You blushed and smirked at him too, biting your lips.

"Forget what I said a few days ago..."

"About?", he wondered, walking over you with his axe on his shoulder. You looked more at him with sparkling eyes, biting your lips.

"Your haircut is absolute sexy". James frowned at first but then cracked a laughter at her revelation.

"Sexy uhm?...what made you change your mind sweetheart? A few days ago, you told me it was horrible".

"I don't care anymore. I changed my mind. Come here you sexy man!", you giggled as you grabbed him by his shirt's sleeve, ready to embrace those primal needs you were feeling...

A/N : I love those asks about James hairstyles! The mullet is definitely one of his most iconic one. I personally like it but I know some don't lol. Thanks for asking this sweet anon, hope you'll like it :)

#james hetfield #james hetfield fiction #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield imagine #r17 #request #ask #haaa mullet #he was so sexy with that #believe me

[distorted59]

Hey!! i was wondering if you could write something angst with happy ending? (with anyone and any era)

yes!! i can! love me some of that!!! here is late 90s Jason with some angst and a happy (smut) ending.

this might have been inspired by a dream i had, who knows?

Breakfast is Served

summary: Jason shows up to your house after having a rough night, he's looking for answers and comfort. You are close friends with the band ^^

pairing: '97!Jason x fem!reader

warnings: just a lil angst, jealousy, slight smut, happy ending (wink wonk), again loving to beg, nsfw

word count: 789

A/N: like i said, majorly inspired by a dream i had a few months ago. still stuck in my head, and it was too good to not use it.

✪

You're walking around your kitchen in some comfortable clothes, a big shirt and some panties. You’re cooking up a quick and easy breakfast for yourself, but of course, you’ve made way too much. 

 There’s a knock on your door, you walk towards it and you’re met with Jason’s excited, yet nervous eyes. “Jason! Oh my god!” you walk into his arms and he squeezes you tightly. “Hi baby…” he softly speaks. 

“You’re just in time for breakfast, come on!” you pull his arm towards the kitchen. 

“I, uh- I wanted to ask you something first, actually.” He shuffles in nervously and you turn around and notice his demeanor change. “If that’s okay.”

“Of course, are you alright?” you ask. 

“Yeah ‘m fine, ‘s just...” He scoffs for not being able to look you in the eye. “Do you love me?” 

Your heart sinks to your stomach, “what?”

“Do you,” he starts to tear up, “love me?” 

“Yes! I do!” you grab his face, “why are you asking me this?”

“Do you love me, like you love James?” He gulps. “Like you love Kirk?” He puts his hands over yours, squeezing them. “Like you love Lars?” 

“Yes, I love you the same way I love them.” you say. 

“Why does it sometimes feel like you don’t?” He’s almost crying at this point.

“Jason, I love you. Alright?” you hug him tightly. “Did the boys say anything to you?” 

“No… I can just feel it sometimes. Ya know?” He wipes his face. “Like when James puts his arm around you, he looks around the room like you’re his. And no one else’s.” 

“That’s just alpha male bullshit.” you laugh, “they all do that, even you Jase.” 

“And Kirk, when you sit next to him or hug him. His eyes just change, like no sharing. He wants all of you for himself.” Jason rambles on and you let him.

He frantically looks at you, trying to find an explanation. “Oh, and Lars!” 

“Lars just looooves it when you wanna play drums with him!” He chuckles dryly. “That would make you like him more, always will. Whenever you’re playing with him and he’s touching you, he just eyes everyone. Knowing that’ll be the reason you like him most!”

“Jason…” you start. “I can’t play drums, without bass.” you smile at him and start to rethink what you just said. “Shit dude, that was even cornier than I thought it would be.” you frown.

Jason starts laughing, finally cheering up a bit. You lean in and kiss him softly. He wraps his arms around your waist and immediately kisses you back. 

“Damn it, woman.” He murmurs between kisses, “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

We walk towards the kitchen and you lean against the dinner table. He leans against the kitchen island across from you.

“I’ll talk to the boys, make it known that if everyone wants to keep up. You’ve all gotta share.” you wink at him. 

“Okay.” Jason smiles. “There’s one other reason I came here though.” 

“And that is?” you ask him. 

He picks you up and puts you on the table, making you squeal. 

“I had a dream about you last night, woke up a little…” he wanders off. 

“Hard?” you raise my brows. 

“The waking up bit, of course.” He raises his eyebrows too, a wide grin on his face.

“Of course.” you grin back. 

“On the way here, just got me thinking about stuff. Made my problem uh, disappear a little.” Jason blushes.

“What was it about? The dream.” you smirk.

“Well, I went over to your place. And I was met by you and you weren’t wearing any pants, much like right now.” He snaps the fabric of your panties against your thighs. 

“Really?” 

“Mhmmm.” 

He picks you up again and sets you on the ground. Slowly pulling down your panties and kissing you down your legs.

“And I leaned you against the table, like this.” He pushes you back. “And you put your leg over my shoulder.” He slowly grabs your thigh and lifts it up. “And you let me eat your perfect little pussy.” He shoves your leg over his shoulder and looks up at you. 

That look could’ve made you cum right then and there. Like he’s waiting for it, waiting for your approval. Not daring to touch you any further before that. your hands slide through his hair, tugging on it softly.

“You made me beg for it.” He groans. “You love it when we beg, don't you?”

“I do.” you whisper. “Go ahead and beg.”

“Oh fuck.” Jason hisses. “Please let me make you feel good, wanna show you how much i love you.” 

“Mhm, go ahead baby.”

Breakfast was served.

#thank you anon #thanks for the ask! #took me a while #like always lol #fanfic #fanfiction #metallica #metallica smut #metallica fanfiction #jason newsted x reader #jason newsted #jason newsted fluff #jason newsted angst #jason newsted smut #smut #metallica oneshot #metallica x reader #kirk hammett #james hetfield #lars ulrich #distorted59

[t0ast-ghost]

OOOOHHH SOMEONES IN TROUBLE… Episode 21 (Court Martial):

- what… what is a commodore? What does this role mean?

- guys guys guys. Listen. He just got a little too silly

- McCoy doesn’t want Jim getting in ANOTHER bar fight

- Damn only Bones is on Kirk’s side here (and Spock obviously)

- The lawyer has a weirdly similar name to my own and it’s throwing me off

- Spock believing in Kirk so absolutely… goddamn

- WHY IS MCCOY SITTING LIKE THAT. WITH THOSE BOOTS

- I like that they finally brought to notice how awkward all the certificate and award readings are

- IT WAS FLASHING RED LIGHTS FOR THE PAST COUPLE MINUTES OF THE VIDEO. You can see it CLEARLY reflected in hair! The emergency WAS engaged

- forgot I needed subtitles again :(

- Literally just mention chess. They’ll know what to do once you mention chess.

- Classic Bones and Spock fight… just kiss or smt

- Mr lawyer sir, just say that the computer is faulty… lead with that

- “white noise device” that is a microphone

- “Mr Spock eliminate his heartbeat” WHAT

- “beaten and sobbing” Kirk what did you do to him???

- “she’s a very good lawyer” McCoy and Spock just look away.

Episode 22 (The Return Of The Archons):

- Those first couple of lines seem like bad ADR

- WAIT wait wait SULU NO- damn he’s mind controlled …

- THE OUTFITS OH MY-

- Kirk waking up his boyfriends

- “Landru will know, they will come” https://youtu.be/GM1nBnksCoU?si=3D1hdDik9upaU088

- “THIS IS MY BOOM STICK” basically the- the sticks that the- yeah.. EVIL DEAD REFERENCE

- I can’t remember if I’m remembering this right but is Landru an evil computer?

- nap time! They’re just a bit sleepy

-so another being that wants to assimilate.. I sense a theme in these shows…

- “Evidently a maximum security establishment” the walls are rocks, the floors are rocks, there’s space to move around, and torches.. maximum security top ‘o the shelf

- McCoy’s southern accent coming out (maybe I just do not notice it?)

- Kirk and Spock look so sad when Spock concludes he’s become like how they saw Sulu

- Kirk’s little worried outburst and Spock sitting down with McCoy…

- I’d like to submit this image to the press

- Spock’s smug little smirk when he’s pretending to be mind controlled wtf

- “Be wary of Doctor McCoy” McCoy proceeds to stand up behind them and peek over their shoulders

- goddamn McCoy’s eyes can look scary. ‘Specially when he’s pointing and yelling at you

- SPOCK NOT AFRAID TO PUNCH A BITCH

- Spock is so fine in the suit with no jacket… what who said that

- LMAO ITS THE BLOCKY COMPUTER

- Are they gonna paradox kill him? Yeah they’re gonna paradox kill him

- okay great they killed him… where’s McCoy

- “and Mr Sulu is back to normal” then Sulu does a little double arm shrug and it’s amazing

Okay guess we’re leaving that one without any other updates on McCoy… I live in perpetual sorrow

Master post

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[bubbledtee]

A Break ~ Part 1

Based off of THIS interview.

Pairing: Kirk Hammett x fem!reader, Dave Mustaine x fem!reader

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: extremely incorrect timeline, mentions of Lars being an asshole, mentions of Kirk being a shitty boyfriend, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, mentions drugs and alcohol, smoking cigarettes, crying, Dave being a complete softie for reader, i think that's all, lmk if i missed any!

A/N: ok, the timeline on this shit is inconsistent (obvi), and this is also kind of shitty, but it was just easier to have kirk and dave be in the band at the same time. lars and james are basically just procrastinating kicking dave out, so that's why they have both kirk and dave there lol. this is going to have at least one more part, and that part will contain smut ^-^

It wasn’t your choice, coming to this party. If you could even call it that. You just wanted to spend the night with Kirk for once, to have a relaxed evening where there was nothing there to distract you from one another, no one to get between you. But, of course, that just couldn’t happen, could it? He couldn’t just spare you one night without being clung to this new band, ‘Metallica’.

You took a long drag from your cigarette, staring up at the moon and its surrounding speckles of light. The cratered rock was full as could be, the reflective light gleaming in the sky brightly. You couldn’t remember the last time the moon was so beautiful and bright. It made you wonder when the last time you really decided to observe the beauty around you.

Your mind was elsewhere as you continued to smoke, your knees tucked tightly against your chest. “Fuck, it’s cold.” you shivered, rubbing the trail of goosebumps up your arm in attempts to warm up. You really should’ve grabbed your jacket.

The sound of a zippo flicking open jerks you from your own thoughts, your neck twisting quickly to face the noise. Some part of you wished it was Kirk coming to apologize to you, to tell you that he was the dick, but you knew that wasn’t happening.

You sigh in relief when the flame of the lighter illuminates the identity of the rando behind you, his large hand cupped around the flame as he lights his cigarette.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Dave.” you exhale, turning back to face forward, “You scared the shit out of me,”

The redhead chuckles drunkenly. You could smell the cheap beer and weed on his flannel from here.

“Sorry,” he smirks before taking a drag. For a moment, the only sound that could be heard was the faint hum of She by Misfits bounding from the shitty speakers in the home behind you. Dave exhales before motioning to the seat beside you, “Mind if I sit?”

You carelessly motion back, signaling a ‘Whatever’ as you suck back the last of the smoke before stubbing it out on the ground below you, “As long as you won’t call me a selfish bitch, too.” you breathe, quoting a very, very drunk Lars after you had asked Kirk if you could simply go home.

“Never,” was all Dave said before taking a long sip from his beer and sinking down into the lawn chair beside you. His silence confused you a bit. From what you’ve known of Dave, he’s an aggressive, talkative drunk, always fighting with someone or doing something crazy. But right now he was neither, seemingly just needing a break from everyone, too.

There was a break of silence as you just sat together, enjoying the damp aroma and particularly bright light of the night individually. Over the past weeks you’d known Dave, you’d gotten on well with him. Cliff, too.

But there was something special about Dave.

Maybe it was that notorious grin of his whenever he told a funny story.

Or maybe it was the way he cared about his bandmates, how he’d do anything for them even if they wouldn’t do the same.

Or how he listened to you when you told a story, not interrupting you like James or Lars would.

How he’d listen when Kirk wouldn’t.

“You don’t deserve that,” Dave mutters suddenly, taking a short drag of his cigarette.

Your neck swivels towards him, cheeks reddening at the somewhat bold words.

“Sorry?” you ask dumbly.

Dave turns his head to look back at you, the moonlight casting perfectly against his profile. “You heard me,” he slurs slightly before turning his head away from you again, staring into the pale light above. “No real man would stand for his friends acting like that towards his girlfriend. Not if he cared about her, at least.”

A pain struck through your heart at the guitarist’s brutally honest words. Of course Kirk cared about you, at least he did before he got caught up in this whole musician thing. You bit your lip as you slowly turned to face forward again, too, your head slowly dropping to rest on your folded knees.

Dave continued, “Those guys in there, James, Cliff, Lars, they’re my brothers. Other than them, I’ve only got my mom.” he sighed, running his long fingers through his thick mane of hair, “I mean, I’d do anything for them, y’know? More than they’d probably do for me, honestly.” Dave huffed out a pained laugh before sipping his beer once more, crushing the can beneath his foot when the golden brown liquid was all gone.

“But I’d never, ever let any one of them talk to my girl like that.” Dave hissed, almost angry, “That would’ve been my breaking point.” he added, bringing his cigarette to his face and pausing his motion right before inserting the stick between his lips, murmuring, “Should’ve been Kirk’s, too.”

It felt like you were being stabbed in the chest repetitively as Dave went on. Sure, he was right, Kirk wasn’t being a good boyfriend as of late, and it really was pissing you off, but why did Dave have to be so upfront about it? What did he get out of giving you relationship advice?

You push air from your cheeks in attempts to hold back the tears that had been there all night, but it was impossible. Kirk didn’t care anymore. He was all about the band, not seeming to care how you felt any longer. 

When he was in Exodus, Kirk would’ve followed you right outside when you stormed out, begging for your forgiveness and berating whatever “friend” had called you a bitch. But it wasn’t like that anymore. Metallica changed him.

The first tear trailed down your cheek as you clenched your eyes shut, hoping – praying – that this was just some sort of cruel nightmare. That you were going to wake up beside a loving, caring Kirk once again.

But you didn’t.

You pressed your burning eyes against your denim clad knees, the tears unable to be held back any longer. A light gasp for air turned Dave’s attention towards you, his eyebrows furrowing in pure concern.

“Y/N?” he questions softly, immediately dropping his cigarette to rub a hand up and down your back in an attempt to comfort you. His voice was soft and caring; very out of character for him. “Oh, don’t cry.”

Despite Dave’s gentle plea, you broke. The wails you’d been holding back for god knows how long were finally coughed up, salty tears staining your cheeks with dark eyeliner and mascara. Your head rose as you gasped for air, hiccuping up incoherent words that Dave couldn’t even start to decipher.

Dave gave you a pitiful, guilty look. He did this to you. It wasn’t his intention to make you upset, but it happened. God, he really should just keep his fucking mouth closed sometimes.

“Come here,” Dave whispered, pulling you up from your chair and back down into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you against him. His large frame warmed your much smaller one as you pressed your face against his broad chest, muffling your loud, breathless sobs. “I’m sorry, pretty.” he murmured against your ear, the pet name just slipping out on instinct before he pressed his lips against the top of your head. He smoothed a hand up and down your back, holding you tightly against himself. “It’s gonna be okay,”

Dave frowned at just how cold and sad you felt against him. He just wanted to make everything perfect for you, to make everything that’s bad in your life go away. He wanted to hold you like this forever, and to keep you safe and happy for as long as he could, safer and happier than Kirk ever could.

Ever since Lars and James hired Kirk, Dave was starting to get treated worse as the days went on. All of their attention was turned to this guitarist who, in Dave’s mind, really did not need to be there. They had a lead guitarist and rhythm guitarist and were fine as a four-piece. What did they need this random dude for all of a sudden? It wasn’t like he was filling an empty position, either.

However, when he realized that you came along with Kirk, things seemed to be just a bit better. You were smart, you were funny, extremely artistic, and absolutely beautiful. Whenever he could, he was sneaking a glance at you when you weren’t looking. Maybe from across the room during one of these stupid parties when someone made you giggle, or maybe during the band’s practice when you were sat in your own chair in the corner, drawing in that curious notebook of yours that no one but you was allowed to see. Not even Kirk.

So, when he began to notice how Kirk was treating you as the month went past, his resentment against him only grew. Most of the time, he’d stay out of it, just boring holes into the back of Kirk’s head after he’s, once again, sent you storming away for something he or one of the other guys have said. But on occasion, he’d follow you, ready to comfort you. Just like he had tonight.

Dave could feel your warm tears soaking through his shirt, and if it’d been anyone else, he probably would have shoved them off of himself in fears of ruining the shirt. But for you, he didn’t care. All he wanted was you being comfortable, and if that meant ruining his Aerosmith shirt, so be it.

Tears stream down your face when you pull away slightly, gasping to get words out, “It’s just- He wasn’t like this when he was in Exodus! And I don’t know if I did something, or- or-”

Dave shushed your teary rambles and shook his head, “You didn’t do anything, Y/N. It’s not your fault,” he assured you, resting his chin atop your head, “Kirk’s just an idiot,”

The sound of your sobs died down after that, your muscles relaxing as you let your body fully press against Dave’s. He was so warm, and so big, too. The way his long arms engulfed you against his chest made you feel so small, like his body could swallow yours whole and keep you warm inside and out. Like he could warm that empty cavity you felt within your chest right then.

After a moment, you noticed the volume of the music coming from inside dying down a bit, only faint notes breaking through the air occasionally. You wondered what time it was, and whether Kirk and the rest of the boys had decided to crash for the night, or if they were still up drinking whatever shitty liquor they had left.

“I dunno what I’m gonna do,” you sigh, subconsciously snuggling into Dave, just trying your hardest to warm up as you thought.

Obviously, you weren’t happy in your relationship with Kirk, but that could be fixed, right? Maybe, if you told him how you were feeling, he would take a step back and realize that he wasn’t being the boyfriend he should be, and that he should take you more into consideration. Or maybe, he just wouldn’t care. Maybe, he wouldn’t realize your worth at all and would just break up with you. Maybe, he just didn’t care anymore.

Your thoughts felt like punches as they banged around inside your head, questioning your entire relationship. You needed a break, that you knew.

You bit your lip, holding back more tears that threatened to pour from your eyes. “I don’t have a car, I don’t have much money, I don’t have anywhere to stay-”

“Sure you do,” Dave drunkenly chimed, his lips tugged into a smirk, “I have a couch,”

You sniffle and look up at him, “Yeah, but I really don’t wanna be a bother.”

“Pfft-” the redhead sputters, shaking his head dismissively, “The last thing you’d be is a bother, Y/N. I’m not a very busy guy.” He assures, “Plus, it’d be kind of nice to have someone other than the dog to talk to. She's a good listener, but she's shit at giving advice.”

You giggle and pull away from Dave, sitting yourself up on his knees. You peak over your shoulder at him, a cheeky grin plastered across your tear-stained face, “So that’s why you make such shitty decisions!”

Dave pushes your shoulder lightly with a scoff, “Says you,” he rebuts, watching intently as you slowly rise to your feet. The jeans you wore showed your shape off perfectly, hugging you in all the right places, and Dave cursed himself for letting his eyes linger for as long as they did.

“Whatever,” you laugh as you run your fingers through your hair, attempting to look at least halfway decent before having to face Kirk for the last time tonight. All you had to do was go into that god forsaken living room, maybe give Kirk a short explanation or just leave a simple note as to where you were going, grab your jacket, and then leave with Dave. It was as simple as that.

“Here, turn around.” Dave instructed, though before you had a chance to react, he was gently pulling you around by your elbow. “Let me get some of this shit off your face,” he mumbled as he took your cheek into his hand, cocking your head up towards him.

God, he’s tall. You thought to yourself, a smile playing at your lips as he furrowed his brows and attempted to rub the stains off with the pad of his thumb. After a bit of struggle, the redhead ran his thumb along his tongue before bringing it back up to your face, continuing to rub the black blotches from your cheeks. The pungent scent of the beer and marijuana ridden saliva hardly bothered you, your mind too busy secretly swooning over the six-foot redhead before you.

“There,” he smiled proudly, giving your cheeks one final rub with the sleeve of his flannel. You gazed up at him for a moment longer than you would have liked, your eyes flickering from his beautiful greenish-brown eyes to his plump lips as your mind wandered into uncharted territory.

How could someone be such a soft, caring person one moment, and then a gruff brute the next? It almost felt like an honor, being exposed to such a sweet, soft side of Dave like this. Especially when he was drunk. Of course, he wasn’t as drunk as usual, but still, it was such a difference that you were sure barely anyone ever got to see.

You took one last glance at his pretty mouth before finally looking away, your head turned to the side. You knew you shouldn’t feel like this about him, especially with what you were going through right then, but you just could never help yourself. It’d been that way the entire month and a half you’d known him, too.

If you watched them practice, your eyes were on Dave the entire time, watching those long, thick fingers of his work up and down his guitar. Maybe Kirk played better, but Dave always looked better. At first, you felt bad about it. Bad about how you’d “accidentally” fantasize about Dave instead of Kirk in your daydreams. Bad about how you couldn’t help but wonder what that light happy trail of his led to whenever he wore one of those cropped shirts. Bad about how you started to have to think about Dave during sex with Kirk, the feeling of it otherwise loveless and rough.

But you realized that Kirk deserved it.

Because maybe, just maybe, if he knew about those thoughts of yours, he’d realize the mistakes he made. Maybe he’d be reminded of what you were worth.

“Thanks,” you mumble, giving Dave a quick, flustered smile before turning around and slowly starting to head into the house, Dave following shortly behind you. He moves up beside you, placing a warm hand on the small of your back. You barely notice the vague touch, his essence very gentle and light against your own as you walk towards the sliding glass door of the kitchen. His presence made you feel much more comfortable walking back into the house. You knew that if any of the guys sent you some mumbly insult, Dave was there to defend you, with words or a fist.

You pull the door’s handle and step through the opening, the strong scent of weed immediately lingering to your nostrils as your body is finally engulfed in warm air. The sound of Lars’s obnoxious Danish accent hit your ears as well, immediately churning a feeling of nausea in your stomach.

Dave must’ve noticed your hesitation as he bent down and mumbled in your ear, not wanting to alert the hostile Dane with his voice, “It’ll be okay, he’s all bark, no bite. You know that,”

You blushed as you looked back at the redhead, “Y-Yeah, I know.” you stutter before gingerly stepping towards the living room, preparing yourself for a messy confrontation.

As you step into the living room, Lars’s drunken rant dies down, all eyes slowly turning to you when you make your way over to the couch. Everyone watched quietly as you picked up your coat and pulled it on before looking up at a very stoned Kirk, “Are you spending the night here?” you ask, very mild mannered while you hook the zipper on the leather coat.

Kirk looks over at Lars for approval, gaining a quick nod. He looks back at you, his gaze suspicious, “Yeah, we can stay. Why?” he asks dumbly, watching you zip your jacket closed.

You stick your hands in your pockets and look up, poking your tongue against your cheek as you quickly question your decisions one last time. You need a break. No exceptions.

“You can stay, Kirk. I’m staying at Dave’s place tonight-”

“What?!” Kirk practically shouts, making everyone else in the room jump before glancing between you and Dave, all thinking the same thing. All thinking that you were a cheating whore.

“I said, I’m staying at Dave’s place tonight. I’ll call you in the morning, and we can figure shit out, but right now, I just need a break.” you sounded exhausted, and you felt it too. You were so ready to take a shower and put on fresh, clean clothes that didn’t smell like sweat and weed, and just sleep for hours.

Kirk gave you an exasperated look before you turned tail and walked up right beside Dave, “Baby, let’s talk about this-”

“No, Kirk. We can talk in the morning when you’re sober,” your voice was stern as you began to walk out, Dave trailing closely behind you almost protectively, as if someone was going to lunge at you at any given moment. Which, honestly, felt possible with the way Lars glared at you, his eyes chanting every demeaning name in the book. But he knew better than to verbalize any of it, being practically half the size of Dave.

Kirk followed after you, pleading helplessly for you to turn back and give him yet another chance, but somehow, you stood your ground. You had no clue how, but you did. Maybe it was the fact you had someone on your side, someone right there to defend you and put that wall up between you and everyone else.

As you stepped through the front door, you took one last glance back at Kirk. He looked sad, but most of all angry. You were surprised he hadn’t attempted to attack Dave in an attempt to get your attention, but he must’ve been wise enough to know that the redhead was too big and strong  for him to take on. The look you shared with him only lasted a moment, though, as Dave slammed the door shut in Kirk’s face, the sound echoing throughout the midnight air.

You were both silent for a bit as you followed Dave along the sidewalk, beginning the trek to his apartment. Seemingly thousands of emotions ran through your entire body, some good, some bad. It felt as though you had a mixture of excitement and dread pulling your stomach in all different directions while adrenaline coursed through your veins, making your legs feel like a ball of rubber bands.

You sigh and look up at Dave, “How far is the walk?” you ask softly, subconsciously drifting closer to his side as you walk.

“Like ten minutes,” he answers, “Why?”

You shrug, looking back down at the sidewalk as you mumble, “‘Cause I’m cold,”

Dave thinks for a moment, looking down at you in contemplation before quickly hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. The feeling of his much larger body pushed flush against your own makes you blush, heating you from the inside out as your belly flutters nervously.

He smiles down at your crimson cheeks, “Is that better?”

You nod slowly, not quite sure how to feel about the affection. In your head, it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel right to be so up close and personal with your possibly-ex-boyfriend’s bandmate, practically cuddling like you were a couple.

But to your body, it felt perfect.

You spoke up after a moment, ignoring your internal battle, “Way better,”

#dave mustaine #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine x y/n #dave mustaine x reader #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett #lars ulrich #james hetfield #cliff burton #metallica #dave mustaine fluff #cheating #smut #fluff #angst #bub's writings

[girlwifteef]

"The Real RomCom" Kirk Hammett x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and your friend dragged you to a lame party that you didn't want to go to and you end up meeting Kirk through that mutual friend. (not my GIF)! @josephquinnlov3r

TW: Alcohol, vomiting, and language.

PT 2

1984-85 Kirk Hammett

"That's the spirit!" Lars exclaimed to you over the blaring sound system in the house. You grabbed a glass and raised it so he could pour the shot. Little did you know that this would be a mistake on your part, since you were a light-weight. You swallowed hard at the double Lars poured for you and himself. Biting back the urge to tell him it was too much, you gulped the harsh brew as he did too.

"Whoo! That hit the spot!" The drummer yelled into the air slamming his hand onto the table.

"Fuck." You grunted, wishing you hadn't spoken moments prior to your stomach screaming for medical attention. You set the shot glass down thinking it's over so you can stick to your usual beer of choice.

"Another one for the road, Y/N?" Lars questioned, wiggling his eyebrows at you. God no, you wanted to go back home and get into fluffy pajamas. More than anything, though tonight, you wanted to talk to Kirk without making a fool of yourself.

You shrugged your shoulders, "If it'll loosen me up, why not." He smiled wide and pour another double shot for the both of you. Eying wearily at the liquor in your palm, you slammed it without another thought crossing your mind.

"Whoa." You sighed noticing how the drink went down your throat smoother, soon you'd feel light as a feather.

"Hit's the focking spot right!?" Lars asked.

"Oh yeah." You responded quietly, nodding your head. "You sound European." You giggled out.

"Danish, actually." The drummer corrected you. "You ready to go back upstairs? You seem in a good enough mood."

You hesitated. Of course you knew the alcohol would kick in later but couldn't it help now? What if it didn't? This was exactly the reason why you needed as much alcohol in your system as possible. "Yeah but-", you looked around, "-got any beer?" You asked as politely as possible. Look, you may be on the verge of being drunk but that doesn't mean you should loose your manners, you thought. The drummer smirked and, nodding his head, lead you over the one of the big ice buckets. He popped the the cap off of a bottle and handed it to you.

"How 'bout now?" Lars inquired you. You took a swig and gave him a nod. With a swift motion he put his arm around your shoulder and b-lined for the stairs. In a giggling and stumbling mess, you reached the top of the stairs and was greeted by a worried Beck.

"My god, Y/N! Where the fuck have you been?" She glanced at Lars, who was smiling sheepishly, and back at you. "A-are you drunk?" Beck asked almost daring you to say yes.

"Pshhhh, whaaaaaaat." You hiccupped. It was stupid to think the shots wouldn't work. Even you didn't convince yourself that you were as sober as a baby. Hell, you were drunker than a sailor, what the hell did Lars put in those shots. You had time to answer those later, right now, you were wondering why the beer you were drinking was being taken from your hand. "Hey! The fuck!" You yelled in a drunken rage, kicking yourself immediately at your outburst. Kirk had taken the drink and began scolding his friend.

"Dude, how much fucking alcohol did you manage to give her in a span of twenty minutes?" Kirk yelled at Lars. He was about to defend himself but you interjected, not wanting someone to pay for your mistakes.

"It was my fault!" You could hear the slurring in your words. "I had said 'yes' to a couple of shots and a beer and well, here we are."

"Why, Y/N? You never get this way." Beck sounded disappointed to you. She knew what you were trying to do. You thought the alcohol would suppress your anxiety, which it did, but your organs would pay in the long run.

"That's why I did, Beck. I never get drunk, you aaaaalways get to have the fun. Well maybe I wanna have fun too!" You yelled at your best friend. Lars, not helping the situation, cheered for your independence.

"Shut it, Lars!" Beck yelled, "Kirk can you help her sober up, I need to have a 'chat' with Lars." She stomped over to the drummer and grabbed him by the arm. You gave him a worried look and he audibly gulped. He began to beg Beck for forgiveness. Unfortunately, today your best friend wasn't having it.

"Um, Y/N?" Kirk said trying to getting your attention. You slowly shifted your weight and tilt your head up to look at him, trying to spill the shame you felt for getting this way. "Y/N, do you want to follow me into the kitchen?" He continued, still holding your drink.

"I- uh, s-sure." You tripped on your slurred words, cursing yourself. Thanks for nothing, Jameson, you thought quietly, scolding the Irish whiskey. "Lead the way." You stated fast. Taking a step back, you lost your balance momentarily before Kirk caught you by the hand. He pulled you forward keeping you on your feet as his other arm went firmly around your waste. You gazed up in awe at his kindness, not understanding why you couldn't see an ounce of annoyance on his face. He wasn't even embarrassed, he was worried about your well being.

"S-stay close, ok? Don't want to ruin all the fun tonight, sweetheart." The guitarist stated keeping his hold on you.

"Yeah, for sure." You agreed looking away with embarrassment. He started down the stairs and through the foyer, Kirk walked through double swinging doors. You had seen one or two people walk through but other than that, the kitchen was a desert. "Holy shit!" You gaped. "Why the fuck is this kitchen so huge! So pretty too!" You admired the paint job and cabinets as Kirk chuckled next to you. You felt his shaking figure flush against you, looking up you thought his smile was one that would kill. "Why are you laughing?" You asked starting to join him with little giggles escaping your lips.

"No reason, I just think it makes us look like the rich rich class." Kirk said laughing through his statement.

Your eyes widened at his sentence. "That's what I said to Beck when we first came in! I thought she was dragging me here to meet a bunch of rich, dumb, snobby people." You both started to laugh harder as Kirk loosed his hold on your waist to get water.

"Well, I hope I don't come off as snobby or dumb." Kirk stated hanging you a glass of tap water.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe you have some snobbiness to share." You teased, "Maybe there's a little bit of scoundrel in you too but you're certainly not dumb!" His face twisted into shock, jokingly taking offence to your accusations; this only made you laugh harder. You jumped to sit on top of the counter still laughing hysterically closing your eyes tight. Peeking an eye open, you catch Kirk staring. Feeling self-conscious, you died down your laughing fit, "What, I didn't choose my laugh." Ducking your head so you couldn't see his face. The guitarist brought a hand up to your chin to tilt your head back up to meet his gaze.

"I think you have one of the most beautiful laughs." He said with the most sincere and quiet, but loud enough to hear, voice.

"Oh, Th-thanks." You pushed out swallowing hard at the nearness of Kirk now than to moments prior.

"I actually wanted to ask you something, Y/N." He said with a hesitant voice, stepping back giving you breathing room. "And you know it's ok to answer truthfully, right?" How ominous. What he about to ask you that was so serious?

"Uh, ok? Shoot." A little on edge but still feeling fuzzy, you let Kirk ask his question.

"Lars didn't-", he stopped and took a breath before continuing, "well, Lars didn't, y'know, pressure you or anything, right? Like he didn't make you drink right?" You really couldn't help the small shocked look on your face at Kirk's kindness. He was worried about a complete stranger being pressured by his friends. Usually you hear about rockstars not caring about fans and how they just want to party all the time. But here was this absolute angle asking if his friend made you drink. Asking you of all people in the huge house if you felt safe, essentially.

Really, you just couldn't help ease your face into a warm and thankful smile. "No, I promise it was all me making the decision to drink." Kirk smiled back at that. "It's kind of funny though," you began to giggle a little bit, "I was planning on being the "designated driver" tonight but that was before I saw-!" You stopped abruptly and covered your mouth. It was like drunken word vomit, the truth was coming out too soon. You had to divert the conversation, now!

You were too shocked to open your mouth again, worried that more word vomit would come up. The guitarist decided to finish your sentence for you. "You saw an ex right? That's why you have your anxiety." You were surprised at how real that sounded, it really could have been the truth. In this case, it was going to be the truth tonight. You nodded you head slowly and saw his face drop into a sincere regretful look. "Man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up old memories, you should finish your water."

You interjected, "No, no, it's really ok. I just have a certain way of dealing with shit, y'know?" This was true to the lie and the actual truth, you thought. Kirk nodded and you began to gulp down the water like he suggested. You didn't realize how thirty alcohol can make you. Afterall, you've only been drunk a few times in your life. You were about to be reminded why you don't drink this very moment as you gave the cup back to him to refill it.

You hiccupped. "Um, Kirk. where's the bathroom?" You tried to ask sounding calm in your mind but it came out a little troubled. Unfortunately for you, his back was turned.

"What did you said, Y/N?"

"KIRK, WHERE IS THE BATHROOM!" You yelled impatiently.

"Oh shit, here I'll take you."

The guitarist helped you off of the counter and gently took your hand. He weaved through the crowd while you kept your hand in his and one over you mouth. The still blaring music wasn't helping your situation and neither was the light hand holding you were having with your celerity crush. Finally, you both push past the sweaty bodies and make it to a guest bathroom. You drop to your knees and hovered over the toilet. Kirk, not wanting to intrude but also wanting to help, stands awkwardly in the closed door way.

"Can you-" you hiccupped, "hold my hair?" You asked almost pleadingly.

"Y-yes, of course!" He dropped next to you and held your clumped hair as you began to spill everything you had ingested tonight, even your dinner that could now be easily identified as spaghetti. After a good two minutes of collecting yourself, you decide to send Kirk to wait outside for you to clean up. You give him a small but sincere thank you for his services and rinse out your mouth. After about five minutes, you come out and to your surprise, he actually stayed put.

"Hey, sweetheart. You feeling better?" Kirk asked tilting his head a little to look at you better.

Your heart skipped a beat at hearing the endearing name. "Yeah, thank you. I-I'm sorry." You apologized, you thought this was the most embarrassing night of your life. Now that the alcohol that you just threw up was out of your system, your social anxiety was back.

"Hey, don't apologize some of us just can't take as much as others. So don't feel embarrassed, actually I was shitting myself talking to you when you first walked in." He admitted.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Kirk Hammett was scared of talking to you! You couldn't really wrap your head around his confession. It's not alien to you that you have very low self-esteem but tonight might change that. "That's actually funny." You said smiling, looking up at him.

He looked at you weirdly, "What'd you mean? I'm not trying to be." You chuckled at that.

"No, no, let me explain." You began.

END OF PART 2

MUAHHAHHAHAH! MASSIVE CLIFF HANGER!!!!

Not really sure when I'll be back but more is to come

Chao~ <3

#kirk hammett #cliff burton #heavy metal #james hetfield #lars ulrich #metallica #x female reader #x reader #x you #kirk hammett x fem!reader #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett x you #kirk x you #sweetheart

[cassie48]

•𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦•

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛: 𝚕𝚘'𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚟𝚎!𝚘𝚌

*𝙸 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚌 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗*

*𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜*

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚗𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 ( probs way more I’m sorry ☺️)

(18 + Minors DNI)

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚐𝚎𝚝s 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚜, 𝙻𝚘'𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙰 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎

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All the sully’s made their way through a tent full of avatars. Makena walked in front of Lo’ak, holding his hand. Public affection was normal for them and none of his siblings even batted an eye when he would kiss her on the cheek, or hug her a little longer then usual, or even put his arms around her waist. It’s just how they are, and they always will be.

“Hey, spider” Norm says while smacking his towel against Spider. Makena giggled and looked back at Lo’ak who gave her a smile, feeling content seeing her so happy. Makena had always been a very sweet soul. And a naive and ignorant person. That was mainly because of Lo’ak, he didn’t let any harm go her way and protected her from any bad things in her life.

“Your ass is mine”, threatened Spider.”I’m right here”replied norm while he brushed his teeth. One of the avatars noticed the young na’vi and told them to leave”avatars only, go around ”she told them. Makena stared at her , she never liked any of the humans or avatars, they made feel scared and she never felt comfortable around them.Norm being the only exception as he made her laugh.

Lo’ak noticed her standing in place.”it’s ok syulang” Lo’ak said grabbing her little hand tighter as he pulled her along.The group continued their way to the lab

“Yeah. Those blue stripes don’t make you look any bigger, bro”Lo’ak told spider as they walked. Makena never really liked Spider. She tolerated him though because he was good friends with Lo’ak. Spider often made her feel uncomfortable and she always found herself sticking close to Lo’ak while he was around, as he wouldn’t say anything to her while the protective na’vi was around.

The four of them made their way into the lab. Spider was being teased by Lo’ak, which happened often. “Yeah haha, real hysterical guys, you know what really sucks though?Is you can breathe earth air for hours, and I can only breathe your air for like, 10 seconds”spider complained.Makena bit back the urge to tell him to just go back to his planet if he has such annoying problems with her beautiful planet.

“Yeah monkey boy that really sucks…. for you”Kirk said sarcastically.They begin to play fight with each other. Makena grabbed the oxygen mask provided for the na’vi and began to breathe it in. She found herself unconsciously leaning into Lo’ak. She hated the lab, it reminded her of the sky people that killed her parents. That was why she hated Spider so much.

“You ok pretty girl?” Asked Lo’ak noticing her anxiety. ”I don’t like this place Lo’ak, I’m scared, what if they hurt me like my parents”she said clinging to him.”Makena, as long as I’m here no one will 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳 hurt you” he promised her, his eyes suddenly going dark. She hugged him tightly and he smirked lowering his arms to just above her ass. After a few moments they pulled apart and he put his arm around her shoulder kissing her on the cheek.

After a minute she went over to Kiri who was with her mother admiring her beauty and hugging the glass covering grace. Lo’ak and spider were talking to max and some scientist. She didn’t like them that much, so she went to go find kiri.

“You get your beauty from your mother kiri”Makena told her, noticing the similarities in their faces. “Thank you sister, I’m sure you get yours from your mother too, you might not believe me, but I feel that your mother is watching over you”kiri told her step sister. “Makena didn’t know if she believed her or not, but she was saying it to make her feel better so she was thankful.”thank you kiri, I hope it’s true”she said, giving her a sad smile.

Kiri found a log video of her mother and wanted to watch it so the two of them did. Spider eventually came over, standing very close to Makena. She stood there not knowing what to do, she was a very small na’vi compared to others, making her only a tiny bit taller than Spider.She saw her step brother walk over to them and quickly moved to where he was

He saw her quickly move from spider to him. He wasn’t stupid he knew she wasn’t a big fan of spider. He noticed how she was more tense and moved away from him as soon as she could. He noticed all the small things about her that she didn’t even notice herself. This is one of the reasons why he was the only one for her. They were perfect together.

He moved over to the corner and pulled her close to him rubbing her side to try calm her. “Relax sweetheart”She visibly relaxed leaning into him. She had her neck visible to him and he couldn’t help himself. He started kissing her neck lightly. After a few moments the kisses got a little more intense. She felt herself growing hot and holding in a moan. It felt nice, similar to the feeling when he roamed his hands on her body at night, or when he kissed her on the mouth often using his tongue, telling her that it was normal, and a way to show to love to each other. She believed him but always wondered why they had to leave their family before doing it, if it was only a way to show affection to family.

He eventually stopped and went back to holding her body with his arms.”So who do you think knocked her up”questioned Lo’ak. “Pretty sure it was norm”. “Totally”spider agreed.Makena had always that that Kiri was a gift from eywa. “That is not true”Makena said making spider roll his eyes at her. “Thank you Makena, as for you two, you do not deserve to live”kiri said glaring at the two boys.”No no no, think about it, right? I mean he’s the teachers pet. He’s out at the lab with her all the time” Lo’ak said trying to convince the girls”I would kill myself, I would drink acid”Kiri said dramatically”bro your right hes in like, every shot” Spider agreed laughing. They continued teasing kiri. Suddenly spider said”guys, I mean sometimes it’s not so great to know who your father was”Spider said making it about him as per usual. Makena went silent and hugged Lo’ak to contain her anger”whatever, I don’t even remember him” he added noticing the tension. Makena huffed, she had the same situation, but you don’t see her going on about it.

“No, spider” Lo’ak started. “Bro” spider said making him stop talking. “Spider….you are not him”Kiri told him hugging her. Makena knew that there was something going on between the two, often teasing Kiri about it. She didn’t like it.

(Time skip)

The group were now making their way down the vines connecting all the hallelujah mountains.Tuk joined them a little earlier. Makena didn’t like that, as she cares deeply about Tuk and dosent want any harm going her way. ”Guys wait up!” Tuk begged the older na’vi. “Come Tuk” Makena said grabbing the eight year olds hand. Tuk smiled at her.”Your my favorite makena”this made the older na’vi smile at her.

(Time skip)

The group had now made it down to the battlefield. Tuk was trailing behind Makena who noticed the small girl playing with some flowers. Lo’ak turned to check where Makena was when he saw her smiling at Tuk who had stopped.”Tuk keep up!” He told the young girl.”stay close Tuk” Makena instructed.

“Bro why’d you bring her anyway”Spider said stopping.”She’s such a crybaby, she’s all, I’m telling your not supposed to go to the battlefield, I’ll tell mom if you don’t let me come”Lo’ak said mimicking Tuk. “Don’t pick on her”Kiri said while Tuk stuck her tongue out at her older brother, making Makena giggle silently.

They continued their journey beginning to climb up a tree. “Come on” Lo’ak said. Spider and him climbed up the tree to the aircraft that had crashed their fifteen years ago.Kiri, Tuk and Makena stayed down not wanting to go up.”Is their any dead bodies up there?” Tuk asked but not getting an answer

Kiri and Makena wandered off together to see the beautiful forest they once’s lived in.They stretched their arms out to touch the plant that had flying animals, breathing out in shock as they flew over them. They looked at each other and laughed in happiness. They all missed their old home.

They both lay down in the grass, relaxing and enjoying pandoras beauty.

Spider eventually came down, looking for only Kiri, but having to look for Makena as he knew Lo’ak would kill him if he didn’t. “Kiri, Makena” Makena opened her eyes and jumped away from Spider waticjing him wake up Kiri. She left to go to Tuk and Lo’ak knowing Spider would annoy her or tease her for something if she didn’t.

She eventually saw the two and happily skipped over to her favorite boy, who quickly wrapped his arms around her, cupping her face “Pänutìng girl, don’t wander off like that, you had me worried” he told her sternly.”I’m sorry ma Lo’ak”she said, hating when he was mad at her. “It’s fine syulang” he replied kissing her cheek, on the corner of her lip.

Kiri and Spider appeared, and Lo’ak and Tuk said that they must all return home as it is almost eclipse.

They began to make their way back home when suddenly Lo’ak who was in front of Mekena stopped and jumped off the branch. “What is it” Kiri asked.Tuk started complaining about how they’re always supposed to be back by eclipse.

Mekena noticed that it was footprints they spotted.”that’s way to big for a human” Lo’ak said “avatars?”Spider suggested”maybe, but theyre for sure not ours” Lo’ak said warily.The two boys began to walk forward Lo’ak putting his arm on Mekena who was behind him.”what are you doing?” Kiri asked, slightly annoyed.”shh I’m tracking Lo’ak said

They all hid behind a bush, watching avatars with camo outfits, inspect old labs and remains from the war.”we are never supposed to come here”Kiri said sternly”dad is going to ground you” she added. “Shhh, can you stop ”Lo’ak said angrily. “For life”she said”I think maybe we should leave” Mekena agreed with Kiri is a scared voice.Lo’ak looked down at her as she was in front of him where he could see her.

“Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours syulang” he says to her��Dude we have got to check this out”he tells Spider”let’s go”he then adds. The two boys go closer and watch the avatars closely. Mekena followed them not feeling safe”Lo’ak I want to go home” she begged almost crying.”alright alright, I’m gonna call this in” he said to her softly”no bro we’re gonna get in trouble” Spider warned Lo’ak. He simply ignored him saying”let’s go”.

“Devil dog, Devil dog, this is eagle eye, over.” Lo’ak says to the thing on his neck that Mekena never understood. She didn’t really understand any humans things, especially their weapons.She heard him tell Jake what was happening when Jake asked who was there.”Me, Spider, Kiri…. Tuk and Mekena. He didn’t want to tell his father that those two were with them , knowing his father had a soft spot for them, especially Mekena.

Jake told them to pull back and leave without a sound. Lo’ak agreed and that was the end of their conversation. They started to make their way back.

“You’re going to be in so much trouble” kiri told Lo’ak. “Kiri stop” he told his sister seeing Mekena visibly shake with nerves. “Guys come on” Spider says sick of the sibling’s bickering.”it’s almost eclipse, come on!” Tuk said worried.

All of a sudden one of the avatars grabbed Tuk making her scream. “Tuk!” They all screamed worried for the young girl. The two boys put their bows up at the avatars. Lo’ak quickly put his down seeing they were out numbered. Mekena ran to him beginning to cry.” Tsun, tsun ” he repeated to her seeing her so upset. Spider was not putting his bow down making Makena even more worried” he finally did when Lo’ak told him to put it down multiple times with a sobbing Makena in his arms.

The avatars quickly grabbed one of them each of forcefully pushed them to the ground.”no” Makena begged after being grabbed away from Lo’ak.”syulang, Tsun” he repeated, hating to see her so scared.

“What have we here”Quaritch says staring at all of them his eyes lingering a little longer on Makena. One of the avatars grabbed Kirk’s hand and showed it to Quaritch” we got a half- breed” he tells him.”shit” Spider says knowing he will figure out who they were.”show me your fingers” he tells Lo’ak., making his way over to him. Lo’ak proceeds to stick up his middle fingers at him. Makena almosts laughs, almost. She would of if she wasn’t so scared” yours his aren’t you” he says knowing Jake was his father. Lo’ak hisses at him. Makena got that funny feeling inside her stomach again beginning to blush, trying to hide it knowing it’s not a great time.

He grabs Lo’ak by his tsaheylu, making him shout out in pain. Makena cry’s out for Lo’ak he notices and pushes his hands as a signal to stay calm

”where is he” Quaritch demands “ sorry, I don’t speak English… to assholes” Lo’ak says smirking a little.”where is your father” Quaritch asks puling his hair again.Lo’ak hisses again. Makena tails swishes a little as he does, feeling funny in the stomachs again. “ Really” Quaritch says not impressed.”you wanna play it this way” he asks taking out a knife. He holds it up for a minute when Makena screams out him in na’vi “ stop, stop it!” He turns to her” you need to learn to shut up” he cuts her slightly on the chest, making half of her necklace covering her chest fall down slightly” your one hell of a looker though I’ll give you that”. He says smirking at her while she sits there crying out for her step brother, who is hissing at Quaritch and trying to break free from the arms of the avatar.

He starts cursing at Quaritch” Ohe’ll kì’ ong ngenga” he screams( I’ll kill you).He moves over to Kiri but before he gets there spider starts yelling at him.” What’s your name kid” Quaritch asks wondering why there is a human with na’vi. “Spider… soccoro” he says angrily.”Miles?” Quaritch questions him.” Nobody calls me that”he says in a monotone.” Well I’ll be damned” Quaritch says in disbelief.” I figured they sent you back to earth” he adds.” You cant put baby’s in cryo dipshit” Spiders spitting his words out in pure anger. Quaritch takes one last look at him before signalling for the avatar to grab him again. He calls the other sky peope to come and get them, saying they have high value prisoners.

The avatars pushed the group to the ground. “Lo’ak im scared” Makena says wanting to hug him.” Be calm it will be ok he says wrapping his tail around her inner thigh.

(Time skip)

It’s was now night, the rain was pouring down onto all of them, all Makena wanted was to go home. She was clinging on to Lo’ak, closing her eyes and leaning her head into his neck. The two hadn’t stop screaming for each other, so the avatars eventually let them go to each other. Lo’ak held her in his arms with all his might. If any of those avatars even thought about hurting his girl he would 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭 them.

After a while of holding each other they heard Neytiris call. The avatars payed no attention to it, as it sounded like a bird, nothing else. Makena heard kiri pray to Eywa, causing the avatar to push her and look her in the face and tell her to shut up. All of a sudden neytiri had shot and killed the avatar holding Kiri. “Lo’ak bit one of the avatar holding the twos arm, letting them run free, he grabbed both Tuk and Makena running away with them.

They kept running for a few minutes before they bumped into Jake and neytiri.”Oh my eywa” neytiri said as she grabbed the three and hugged them with all her might. Jake saw them and hugged them as well . “You alright Makena”he asked her. She nodded at him crying,

“Lo’ak” she said as she grabbed him and hugged him letting all of her tears go. Her necklace covering her chest had fallen off as they were running, but the two did not care as Lo’ak had seen her with no top on many times, telling her it was natural. As they finally all made their way home he held her to his chest as hers was exposed. She was confused as to why he was allowed see her chest, but not the rest of her family? She didn’t question it though as he walked her home

Later that night she realised spider was caught by the sky people. She was happy, but she didnt tell her step siblings, knowing most cared for him, other than Neteyam.

Later that night most omaticaya where in bed but Mekena and Lo’ak were in one of the healing tents alone, as she wanted to heal Lo’aks cuts from earlier that day.

“ I was so scared Lo’ak, I thought we were going to die” Makena says looking at her step brother with teary eyes as they began to fall down her face.” Don’t cry pänutìng girl” he tell her wiping her tears. Though this dosnet help as , her crying turns into sobbing. He lets her cry it out kissing her head, temple and cheek very now and then.

Once she stops crying she looks up at him and says “ oel ngati kameie” and kisses his cheek. “ oel ngati kameie, Makena” he says as her stares at her for a moment, before grabbing the back of her head and smashing his lips onto hers. Makena gets that funny feeling in her tummy and she feels happy. She was manipulated by Lo’ak, to think that when they kiss on the lips it’s to show love, love that she believed was family love. She is too naive that she doesn’t see it for what it truly is. He picked her up and sat her on his lap, deepening the kiss. He sticks his tongue in her mouth, which she gladly excepts. His hand travels over her body, his thumb massaging her breast that had still not been covered, she moans into his mouth, liking the sensation she felt between her legs. This went on for another five minutes before he broke away, kissing her one last time on the lips. His hands left her breasts and rested on her ass as she was still on his lap.

“Remember syulang, you can’t tell any of the others that we do this, they will get jealous, because we have a close bond” he lied to her his hand brushing through her hair.

“Ok Lo’ak” she happily agrees as she jumps off of him. He smirks as he gets up, putting his arm around her waist, resting on the top of her ass.

God he couldn’t wait until her first heat.

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ITS SO BAD IK OK😭ITS MY FIRST FANFIC PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

I read a lo’ak stepcest fanfic and couldn’t help but make my own 😼😼😼😼😼😼😈😈😈😈😈😈

Request stuff I’m begging because I need ideas 😋😋😋

Kisses!!!! 😘😘😘😘

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