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Scream🔪 Kirk Hammett (18+)

Reaching down to grasp onto the forearm comfortably draped across your bare waist, your slightly trembling fingers blindly wrap around Kirk's as you watch the scene play out in front of you on the screen with rapt attention.

Licking his fingertips clean of the red substance, Billy muses out, "Corn syrup, same stuff they used for pig's blood in Carrie."

Heat slowly unravels itself in your groin as you watch his tongue dart out as he taunts Sidney, who tries to turn around and run away from him. Cheeks beginning to redden at the embarrassment you felt from getting turned on at the sight of the killer degrading his newest target, you shift your hips to lean back for comfort before freezing in place.

Disbelief floods you as you feel your best friend's hardness rub against your clothed thigh. Eyes widening at the quiet and strained groan that follows after your movement, you begin to bite your bottom lip in worry as Kirk begins to tense behind you and stays still.

Fearing he was going to try and bolt in shame; you tighten your grip around his hand and hold him in place, unexplained anticipation for what could come next filling you to the brim. But eventually, the silence in between the screams bellowing out of the tv becomes unbearable, and the small amount of confidence you somehow found earlier begins to slip away as he flattens himself against the back of the cushions.

"I can just go, Kirk. There's no need to worry," You begin, dread overwhelming you as you begin to realize you read the situation entirely wrong. Sitting up in a haste, you hold back a shiver as his nails scrape against your skin from your movement before his hand falls limp on the sofa. "We can pretend like this never happened. Nothing happened anyway."

Snapping himself out of his daze at the defeated tone in your voice, Kirk quickly reaches up for you and encircles his arm around you, before tugging you back into your original position.

"No, I'm sorry. I just didn't know if you really wanted this, and I don't want you to feel any pressure," He rushes out in a breathless heap, his long hair brushing against his labret piercing as he looks down at you hesitantly. "To be completely honest with you, I feel like I'm dreaming."

Turning over to fully lie on your back, you peer up at him with wary eyes. "You aren't just saying that because now you know I like you, right?" You ask in a small voice, the sound barely registering over the background noise.

Curls moving in tandem as he shakes his head in disbelief, Kirk chuckles before leveling down on you. "No, of course not." Straddling the outside of your thighs and caging you in as he places a hand on each side of your pillowed head, he murmurs out, "How about I just show you how much I like and want you instead?"

Nodding with barely concealed enthusiasm, you shudder in a deep inhale as his hand skims across your midsection.

"I need your verbal consent, baby, or nothing happens." He tsks out, his shy demeanor now far gone.

"Yes sir. Please, sir." You verbalize, almost preening at the look of approval that shines in his dark eyes at your words. Expecting him to respond and tell you how things were going to go, you instead let out a yelp as he effortlessly raises your lower body with one hand and tugs your sweatpants down to your knees with the other.

A flush begins to bloom across your chest as you watch him stare down hungrily at your barely concealing underwear. Haphazardly tugging your pants down and off the rest of your legs and ankles, you let out a shocked laugh as Kirk throws them without looking and they land on the television.

Darkness envelops the majority of the living room and goosebumps rise as his chilled hands run down your curved and plush sides, his piercing grazing the top of one of your kneecaps. Placing a gentle kiss on the beginning part of your left calf, Kirk gently spreads your thighs open and grips them tight as he watches your clit swell against the cotton.

"I'm going to eat you alive." He mutters out as he grazes a thumb against your clothed sex, his lips twisting in amusement as your hips jump up and nearly hit his chin.

Heart beating erratically in your chest, you open your mouth to plea, before the words from the movie cause you to pause and take them in.

"Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Didn't think so! See, it's a lot scarier when there's no motive, Sid."

Humming out loud, you raise yourself up on your elbows and look at him between your legs. "Like Hannibal Lecter?" You tease.

Sending you an answering smirk, only one word seeps out from his plush lips before he pushes your underwear aside and slides his tongue through your folds.

"Worse."

Head thumping back against the pillows and elbows giving out, you let out a cry as his rough tongue prods at your clit mercilessly. Using his left elbow to stop you from clenching your thighs around his head, he trails his right hand down your thigh before slowly pushing his index finger inside of you and curving it upward. Jutting out his bottom lip with his tongue, satisfaction and ecstasy run through him as he feels your entire body shake with overstimulation as his labret teases your entrance.

Moaning as your slick pulses out and your walls flutter against his digit, Kirk eagerly sucks up your every drop, before spitting on his palm and adding another finger. Closing his eyes in bliss as your taste invaded his senses, he could feel your walls begin to tighten against his fingers every time he purposefully rubbed against your g-spot. Suddenly feeling spiteful about the fact you only finally admitted your feelings for him recently, Kirk smiles deviously against your pussy before stopping entirely and pulling away.

Gripping onto the stitched fabric underneath you, you let out a shout as your impending orgasm came to a halt as his mouth and hands faded away into the darkness.

Tears sprung in your eyes as you began to feel empty and your legs began to tremble. "Kirk, please don't do this to me." You plead, your hands unclenching and beginning to reach out, regardless of the fact that you couldn't see.

Letting out an amused hum, Kirk pauses before reaching over and turning on the nearest lamp, unable to stop himself from wanting to see you. Watching your body come into full view in the light caused his dick to pulsate and jump in his briefs. Gripping his ballsack in a hurry to stop himself from cumming at the sight of you looking so disheveled, an involuntary bead of precum pearled at the tip of his cock and bled into the darkening trail of hair that covered his groin. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he bends down to remove his underwear before kneeling in between your legs once again.

Self-indulgently dipping his middle and ring finger inside of you, he quickly took them out and made sure they were covered before raising them up to your lips. Maintaining eye contact, you open your mouth obediently and slowly wrapped your tongue around his sopping fingers, before taking them down to the hilt. Swallowing around his fingers and tasting your own heady and musky scent, you wrap a hand around his wrist in desperation and tug him forward. Gasping out as his shaft rubs against you in a harsh thrust, you absentmindedly reach down and try to align him with your opening, before flinching to a stop.

Rough hands snatch your wrists in a bruising grip, before lifting them up and placing them above your head. Tilting your head up with a hand delicately wrapping around your throat, Kirk huskily breathes out, "Did I say you could touch me? Did I say at any point that you were in charge?"

"No sir. I'm sorry."

Narrowing his eyes at your fake apology, Kirk nods to himself before lifting your legs and placing them on top of his shoulders. Gasping out at the stretch, you felt yourself clench emptily as he presses his fully body weight against you and places a rough kiss on your lips.

"There's only one thing I need from you, doll." He says to you with a feral glint in his eyes, his hips moving back so he can align himself with your entrance.

"Anything." You say in an almost begging tone.

Tilting his head to the side and nodding his head toward the tv, he sends you a wicked grin before sliding into you all at once.

"Scream."

Billy leans forward, pressing the tip of the knife against his teeth as he stares into Sidney's eyes. "Is that enough motive for you?"

these spot the difference games are getting harder and harder

there’s just something about the way dave says pay the price in countdown of extinction that makes me want to ******** ***** ** **** *** and also ******* *** *********

HES SO

I WILL KMS

COMING OUT OF HIBERNATION TO SAY HOLY FUCKINGFUCK FUVK FUCK FUCK FUCK ME. GOOD GOD.

in my mouth next time

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OH MY GOD TYSM GORGEOUS I LOVE YOU 🫶🫶

THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT OH MY GOD I CANT BREATEH I NEED THIS MAN SO BAD HES SO FUCKING FINE BRO WHAT THE SHIT I’M FR SCREAMING AND CRYING AND MOANING AND CRYING SOME MORE CUZ OH MY FUCK???

i’m a visual learner

Oh I bet

i need him to use me then toss aside me like i’m nothing

Ok so like LOWKEYYYYY thot…lmk how you feel about it.

2010 james era. Mohawk. Tank. Moan.

Reader is a Victorias Secret Angel doing the big show every year, Metallica is preforming. James and Reader have been hooking up for quite some time.

How would he react preforming at the show as readers walking ?

IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN PUTTING THIS ASK OFF FOR A WHILE CUZ ITS JUST SO GOOD I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN 😭😭

I STARTED HOWLING

okay okay so victoria’s secret was doin their little runway thing but for a change, they brought in metallica to perform during the show. you were ecstatic about this cuz you’ve been hooking up with james for a while and you’ve been wanting to see him perform for quite some time

also you were just dying to see the way he’d react as you walk down the stage.

you’d be waiting patiently for your colleague to finish so that you could take your turn to walk down, but until then, you were so entranced with james growling out the lyrics to his songs, moving his fingers over the guitar, looking at the tattoos adorning his skin as you study his grey curls that were nicely put in a cute mohawk.

when it was finally your turn, you made sure to put on the show of your life. you watched as his eyes widened as you swayed your hips more than you should’ve, his lyrics coming out breathier when you stretched a little and modeled the lingerie. you blow him a kiss before strutting backstage.

when the show was over, james practically runs to find your dressing room, not being to hold off another second without being near you.

when he finds the door with your name on it, he doesnt waste a second to go inside, startling you as he locks the door behind him.

“dont.” he seethes when he sees youre about to slip off the lingerie.

“i have to, it’s not mine.” you try to explain this is only for work then you have to return it, but he wasnt hearing shit from you when youre dressed like that.

“shut up and come here.” he heaves.

with your whole body trembling in anticipation, you walk to him, letting him guide you to rest your back against the wall.

he leans close to your face “you really are an angel.” he admires, whispering into the shell of your ear, sending shivers throughout your body.

slowly, he starts kissing down, caressing your sides as he worships your body in the skimpy little underwear that doesnt cover shit. he gets on his knees, massaging your thighs as he nudges them open, pulling your panties aside.

he throws one of your legs over his shoulder and he immediately delves into your pussy, eating you out like a man starved.

your hand immediately goes onto his hair to ground yourself, which makes him place your other leg over his shoulder as well, hooking his arms around your thighs as he leans into you as much as he physically could.

his tongue teases your clit before sliding in and out of your folds, moaning into you. you shudder, grinding your hips into his face as he laps up your wetness, his nose hitting your clit.

you use your hands to push his face more into your cunt when you feel yourself getting closer. the throbbing of you clit and the slick noises coming from underneath you pushed you to the edge as you held onto his hair for fear life.

even during your orgasm, james didn’t slow down one bit. if anything, he just went faster, you repeatedly moaning out obscenities along with his name spurring him on. he made sure that his tongue cleaned up every last drop of cum, leaving you heaving and panting.

he slowly places your legs back onto the ground before standing back up. using the pad of his thumb, he removes the cum from the corner of his lips with a smile and you admire the wetness still glistening on his nose and mouth. he leans in for a kiss, all tongue and teeth and you melt into him.

without breaking the kiss, his hands find purchase on your hips, roaming a little farther down. his hands land on the bottom of your ass, hinting for you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

he leads the two of you onto the couch and you get in a comfier position to straddle him better. you continue to make out, hands wandering and exploring each other’s bodies until james’ denim rubbed against your slit a certain way, making you whine.

“please…” you whimper, pushing down on his jacket.

“alright, princess” he smiles as he gives you a quick peck on the lips, pulling away from you to remove his shirt. eagerly, you help him get rid of the clothing and even start unbuckling his belt.

when all his clothing got discarded, you made your way to remove your garments as well, but james stopped you.

“no, leave it on. wanna ruin you in this” he begs

he runs his hands up and down your sides as he marks your collarbone and neck. you reach between the both of you to start pumping him, smearing the precum all over him.

“please, i need it” you whine, grinding your hips for emphasis.

a grin takes over his face and he places his hands on your lower back, leaning forward and taking you along with him. he places a chaste kiss on your lips, smiling into the kiss just like he was and you place your hands at the sides of his cheeks.

“ohh look at you” his eyes go wide as he admires you. “god, i need you so bad.” he whispers, placing kisses underneath your ear, making you keen.

he slips your underwear to the side, his finger gathering the slick from your folds. he used the slick to pump himself, your previous orgasm making it easier for him to slip in.

breathy moans are shared between the two of you, nails digging into his shoulders while your hips move against each other.

he’s so painfully hard as he watches you squirm and cry, your back arching from the pleasure. you bounce over him, your breasts begging for attention, so with one swift movement, james pulls down the cups of your bra, tits spilling out as he immediately latches his lips onto them.

your hands cradle around his head to keep him there, encouraging his movements. using his teeth, he litters marks all over your collarbone and the swell of your breasts.

your move back to rest on james’ knees, making it easier to move over him. his finger slides underneath the waistband of your underwear, snapping the band against your skin, making you squeal.

“look at you, doing so good for me, beautiful.” he tucks the hair covering your face behind your ear before grabbing a fistful of your hair, forcing you into him as he kisses you.

you bring your hands up to the nape of his neck while your tongue molds with him, the taste and scent of him clouding your mind.

you had to pull away for breath, resting your head on his shoulder while your hand attempts to clutch onto the skin of his chest.

james wraps an arm around your waist while his other hand grasps your hair. his hips start pistoning against yours at a rapid speed, his pubic bone repeatedly hitting your clit triggering your release.

your cry into the crook of his neck, biting your lip to attempt to muffle the moans but it was fruitless.

“there you go, i’ve got you.” he whispers into the shell of your ear.

he slows down momentarily to help you calm down from your high, but he couldn’t hold off for long since he was so close to his orgasm.

“james.” you sob, tears blurring your vision.

“i’m so close.” his teeth grit and his eyes scrunch shut.

his hand wanders from your waist to the flesh of your ass, delivering a harsh squeeze. it was the sudden jolts of your after shocks and the unexpected clenching around his cock that made him reach his blissful orgasm.

“gonna fill you up.” he grunts against the shell of your ear, thighs shaking from the pleasure.

you feel his warmth filling you up, clashing against your own release as the two of you lay in each other’s arms, trying to calm down.

you pepper his neck and collar bone with soft kisses while he strokes your lower back, occasionally fiddling with the ends of your hair.

“you’re so angelic.” he informs, placing a kiss atop your head where he then rests his cheek against.

i am the biggest slut for 2010 james and i’m proud of it.