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this isn't a question but I've never met anyone that likes Ronnie Radke and Kirk Hammett at the same time and ily 4 that😭😭😭 cuz I do too 😛
we’re a rare breed 😪😪 BUT HI THANK U 🫶🏻🫶🏻 it’s honestly a struggle to find people who like ronnie at all LOLL if u know what i mean … but metallica and falling in reverse fans stay on top!!
summary : will coworker and neighbor Kellin suppress his feelings for y/n for the rest of his life? or will the thin walls of their apartment spoil his plans?
warnings : p in v, smut, swear words, masturbation, inaccurate depiction of sex (dick outline in stomach), and everything that comes with sex!
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You groaned and rolled over as you pressed your alarm to silence. The stress of today would have to wait until another time to both you. In the meantime, you had to get ready for another long day of work. Usually, you had worked only on weekdays, but one of your coworkers needed to give up her shifts to you because she “NEEDED to go on vacation”.
whatever.
You knew that not being on vacation and being stuck with your least favorite coworker made you a little petty at her for her trip. As you threw on your clothes and required shirt, you got ready to stand at a desk and wait for men to mansplain guitars to you.
Great !
You pulled opened the blinds of your apartment to see the cloudy skies and rain soaked pavement. Making your way out the door, you saw your neighbor walking out of his door too. Kellin Quinn, your neighbor and coworker, was one of the few people you actually loathed. You never really knew why you hated him, you just did. Was is that he was loud and annoying? or the fact that his hair fell perfectly everytime he looked your way?
anyway.
You made your way down the stairs of the apartment complex with Kellin not far in front of you. You were just about to turn directions and head to your car until you heard Kellin snicker, “following me to work again y/n?”
You glared at him and scoffed, “you wish.” You felt that after being harassed by Kellin in the apartment parking lot, that you deserved breakfast. You drove down the street to your local Starbucks, a block away from your work. After pulling in and parking, you stood at the back of the store, noticing quite a backup in the store. It moved slower than you hoped it would, but you were still on schedule. Your order consisted of one iced blonde latte, a breakfast sandwich, and a cake pop. The barista had sandy blonde hair and he was certainly very friendly towards you. Deep down you hoped he would give you his number, but your flirting failed you today. Before you knew it, you were back in your car and on the way to work. The sound of
“morning…. oh,” kellin, your least favorite coworker, scratch that, least favorite person, spoke in a monotone voice to you, “thought you were someone else y/n.”
You decided to take no shit today and replied, “yea fuck you too,”
“Shitttt,” he exaggerated, “didn’t know you didn’t even get to sip your morning coffee yet.”
“Yea well I don’t see a fresh latte made for you do I,” You retorted.
Kellin scoffed, and before he could make his next comeback, Jackie, another female coworker of yours, asked for his help. To your knowledge, she needed help with restringing a guitar for a regular. You were a bit glad that he was occupied with another task so you could enjoy your coffee and help customers on your own. You couldn’t help but think how Jackie got a job at the guitar store if she couldn’t even restring a guitar by herself. But you didn’t really care. You turned around to check on her to see Kellin kneeling down in front of her, manually helping her with the task at hand. You couldn’t help and feel the jealousy bubbling in your stomach.
His calloused fingers slid across the fretboard, guiding the strings up the neck of the guitar. Kellin feels your gaze burning into the back of his head, but he can’t stop himself from staying frozen in the spot he’s crouched down in. He’s trying to explain in 200 different ways how to restring a guitar just to spend time away from the register.
Light rain drizzled outside which caused you to turn your back from Kellin to peer outside. A sigh of relief filled the quiet store, but no one paid any mind to it.
It was a sheer understatement to say you were infatuated with Kellin. Would you tell anyone? no. Do you secretly wish he would do something about it? yes. You thought about him everyday and every night. Sometimes, when he would bring over fuck buddies or women he picked up that night, you would hear his moans and breaths through the wall, wishing the next and final girl he brought home to make love to was you. But it never was. Thank god for thin walls.
With your brain stimulated from your previous thoughts, you could only process when you were off of work. A quick glance up to the clock had shown that you only had 25 more minutes left of your feet hurting. Then it was back to the relaxing comfort of your couch and netflix. You decided that you would rearrange the picks by color order and thickness, to waste the remaining time you had at work.
Kellin took the task of standing behind the counter while you started on your rearranging. Your focus was dwindling quickly with Kellin in front of you. The mask of hatred and annoyance was fighting with your true feelings of lust. Your mind couldn’t help but trail back to the grunts you heard emanating from Kellin’s room last week and the times before that. Snapped out of your thoughts by an alarm, you peeked over the counter to see a timer going off on Kellin’s phone for 7:30, your punch out time, which was coincidentally his too.
You made your way back over to the counter and reached below it to grab your stuff. With Kellin in the space with you, it was admittedly a little bit crowded. The tight space resulted in your hand brushing against his lower abdomen while you reached for your bag.
“sorry,” you managed to squeak out. Usually, you weren’t shy about bumping into people, but that close to his—-
His snicker interrupted your internal conversation while he walked out the back door. You rolled your eyes thinking nothing of it and made your way to your car.
The drive home wasn’t too bad, minus the rain and traffic the time had brought. It felt faster than the drive there or it could have been the eagerness to get home and relieve the sexual tension in your core.
The light rain was turning into heavy downpour and bringing a storm with it. Your car thankfully made it safely to your apartment complex and you were ready to take a shower to wash your dirty thoughts away. As you walked up the stairs to your floor, you heard some commotion going on. You weren’t able to pinpoint exactly where it was from, but it didn’t bother you.
You unlocked your door and sluggishly walked into your room. Your shower was pretty big, with marbled floors, and a glass door. The sound of the streams of water hitting the marble was relieving after being on your feet all day long. You slipped out of your clothes and stepped into the shower.
Your sigh filled the bathroom while you reached down to grab your shampoo. You squeezed the bottle in your hand and lathered it up, ready to put it in your hair. It felt so soothing as you massaged it through your scalp. You washed it out and brushed out your hair with a bit of conditioner.
As you stepped out of the shower and grabbed your towel, you heard some ruffling outside of your apartment again. You wiped your hand across the mirror to rub away some of the steam that appeared on it. You decided to forgo a bra, putting on a pair of underwear, sweatpants, and an oversized tee.
You sat in your bed, on your phone, waiting for a sign to go to bed.
A groan passed through the walls into your room.
“What the f-“ you were cut off by another moan that came from your neighbor.
You knew whose voice it was,but it scared you knowing that if Kellin was jacking off the day that your tension skyrocketed…. then you had a better chance of fucking him.
“Just like that y/n”
Excuse me?
Was he thinking about you, or just trying to fuck with your head, completely aware you were his neighbor. You decided to see for yourself as your adrenaline took over your instincts. The sound of bed squeaks made you think it was real, but purposely saying someone’s name who you KNEW they were your neighbor? didn't think so.
His door was already cracked and through it you could see his head thrown back and his chest heaving. One of his hands was over his mouth and the other was wrapped around his erection. To be fair, the size of it had surprised you. It surprised you so much to the fact that you had put your hand on the door and stepped ever so slightly that the door had creaked.
shit.
The sound of frantic movement under the covers and pants filled up the room.
He was the one who spoke first, “how long have you been standing there?”
“Since I decided that I wanted to know if you were actually imagining fucking me or if you were mentally fucking with me,” you retorted.
He didn’t look amused, just a little embarrassed and a lot annoyed. Under the covers he slipped his boxers back on before he walked over to you. Frozen with the fact of not knowing what was going to happen next, you stood right at the entrance of his room, still. One of his hands grabbed your waist and the other pushed the door behind you shut. The dim light of the room cast a shadow down on his face, illuminating every feature in front of you.
“Why are you such a brat,” he broke the silence and before you could reply he slammed his lips into yours. Since your arousal was building up since the second you saw him this morning, it was impossible for you not to moan into his mouth. The opportunity to slip his tongue into the kiss was taken with no hesitation.
His hands worked up and down your waist to your hips. It felt so good you thought it wasn’t going to get any better than this. Then it hit you that the sex part didn’t even start. With his hands on you, your hands naturally trailed from his face all the way down to his boxers. You hand stroked his abdomen and reached to clutch his erection. He broke away from the kiss and moved both of you to the edge of his bed.
With the back of his knees hitting the bed, you fell, straddling his waist. You pulled his boxers down and off of his legs as he scooted to the edge of his bed. Before you could drop down to your knees, Kellin grabbed your chin and tilted it to his gaze.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, sweetheart,” he assured you with glazed eyes.
You nodded and guaranteed that you wanted this. In simpler terms, you needed this and you needed him.
Your tongue worked to tease his tip, licking his slit and around his head. Kellin’s pants stuttered and breathy moans were heard by the whole complex, if anyone was listening. Your lips moved oh-so slightly down just over his head and your tongue worked the same movements with your lips over it. With no warning, your mouth engulfed his whole length. He groaned, louder than you moaning his name earlier and the pool of wetness in your panties grew bigger.
“You love my cock don’t you,” he praised, “it’s made just for your mouth.” Your mouth vibrated on his cock when you moaned, letting another whimper leave his mouth. His dick twitched in your mouth and you knew he was close. He stroked your hair and he let out a quiet warning, “I'm close baby.”
His hips gave one last jerk as your cheeks hollowed out and his semen soaked your throat. You pulled off of his cock, sucking every drop of his cum off of him.
“Such a good girl aren’t you,” he praised once again, obviously knowing it turned you on when you instinctively rubbed your thighs together. You saw him smirk and he pulled your waist in between his legs when you stood up. His eyes trailed up and down your body, taking your clothes into account, “Let’s get these off of you.” Slowly, he pulled your sweatpants down and your shirt off. Expecting a bra, he looked at you teasingly and shook his head.
“Shut up,” you retorted to his silent thoughts that were louder than he thought.
He saw your response as a challenge and replied quietly and enunciated , “make me, or I can do it myself.” He grabbed your waist again and pulled you on top of him. He flipped you over and slid his hands under your ass, pulling you up to his disheveled covers and pillows. He pulled his hands from under you and over to the top of your thighs. His hands dragged down to your knees, and parted them only to drag them down to your core again. His tongue flattened against your panties, licking a stripe against them, pressing the wetness of your heat. His lips laid open mouthed kisses above and around your panties, taking his time.
“Kellin,” you panted, “please do something.” He took your plea for contact by biting down on the top of your panties and pulling them down and off of you.
“Tell me what you need,” he looked up at you through his eyelashes, looking almost as desperate as you.
“I want your tongue,” you expressed breathlessly, “I want all of you Kellin.”
Without warning, Kellin licked roughly through your folds. Your head fell back, and your hips arched up. Kellin’s free hand pressed tenderly on your stomach, increasing the pleasure inside of you. His tongue worked your pussy, sucking and lapping at your lips. Only your moans and wet noises filled the room. Your breath hitched in your throat, ready for your release. “Mmm Kels I'm cumming,” you warned. His only response was to plunge his tongue further into you until you came into his mouth. Kellin swore that he could have came right there seeing you come only from the pleasure of his tongue. The whole time of him eating you out, his eyes were locked with yours. As he pulled away, the remnant cum and saliva circled his lips. You pulled his shoulders to yourself and sloppily kissed him, mixing all of your moisture together.
“Are you ready for me,” he asked, “I need to hear you say it angel.”
“I’m ready for you,” you breathed. You couldn’t take much longer of him not being inside of you.
He sensually slipped his cock inside of you, rhythmically penetrating you.
“Harder , please,” you whimpered.
He smirked, as if you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. You heard him fist fucking himself before, you knew how he liked it hard and rough.
“As you please,” he retorted.
Then, he went from rhythmic thrusts to unrelentless pounding his cock inside of you. His thumb on your hip reached down to stimulate your clit. You rocked your hips both into his hand and his cock. His other hand grabbed your neck and pulled your lips to his. He groaned inside of your mouth, eliciting you to squeeze his shaft inside of you. The thought of you making him vocal made you hornier than before. One of his hands slid down your chest, and fell around your stomach area, until it fell upon an outline in your stomach. His cock was so deep and long inside of you, the imprint was visible from your abdomen. Your climax was creeping up on you, faster than you wanted.
“Kellin i’m gonna— fuckkk,” you tried to make out, but your words seemed to fail you.
“Me too baby, uhuh me too,” thankfully he understood what you were saying, “where do you want me.”
“inside of me.”
Kellin was surprised at your request, but he didn’t mind it one bit. You released around his cock and latched onto his roots with your fingers before he came inside of you. Your panting came to a slow as you caught your breath on his bed, already seeming to form your cuddling position. He reached down and pulled a blanket over both of you.
As you drifted off to sleep with a man you would’ve punched 24 hours ago, you just had one thing on your mind.
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request: can you write an imagine where jack comes home after he lost his tooth and he's worried that the reader will think badlyof him/think he's ugly, but she actually thinks it cute and adorable? please? (also, i LOVE your writing) 🫶🫶
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you noticed something was off with jack ever since he lost his tooth. he wasn’t smiling as much, and he was covering his mouth with his hand whenever he ate. at first you chalked it up to him just being a little insecure about it, but when he’d barely look at you when you two were alone you got concerned.
you walked into your shared bedroom where jack was laying in bed. the lights were off, and you didn’t turn them on as laid in bed beside your boyfriend.
“jack?” you questioned, wanting to get to the bottom of this new issue.
he hummed in response, letting you know he heard you.
“are you okay?” you asked simply, turning over on your side so you could face him in the dark. he was laid with his back to you though, so you tapped him lightly on the shoulder to get him to turn around.
jack sighed and turned around to face you. you couldn’t really see him because of the darkness, but it was nice not talking to his back.
“i’m fine,” was all he said and it was your turn to sigh.
“is it about your tooth?” you prompted, hoping he would finally open up to you.
“imjustworriedyoullthinkimugly” he rushed his words.
“what? speak slower” you responded.
he fiddled with your guys’ blanket before finally answering, “i’m worried that you’ll think i’m ugly”
you were stunned for a minute. jack was always so confident in his playing and in his looks. in all of your time of knowing jack you’ve never seen him be insecure about something.
“i would never think you're ugly,” you said with concern etched in your voice. you sat up in bed, reaching over to turn your lamp on so you could properly see jacks face.
jack said nothing in reply, just looking at you. “jack seriously, if anything i think you look really adorable! even if you won’t let me get a good look at you,” you tried to tease him to make him feel a little better but you stopped at the sight of tears lining his eyes. “oh baby,” you whispered, reaching one of your hands down to cup one of jacks cheeks.
jack sat up so he was level with you, “it’s just not the same” he said, a few tears slipping down his face. you leaned over, hugging him with one hand and petting his hair with the other.
“what are you upset about specifically? my reaction to your tooth or that it’s gone in general” you asked, slightly pulling away from jack so you could see his face.
“both,” he admitted, rubbing at his eyes with both hands. “i don’t know why i’m crying about it either” he admitted but more tears came.
“hey, its okay” you reassured him, rubbing his back to try and soothe him. “i really think you look cute, and i still definitely love you. plus, you can always get your tooth fixed. there’s nothing to worry about everythings going to work itself out”
there was a brief silence before jack spoke back up again, “you only think i’m cute?” jack questioned, chuckling slightly as he again wiped at his eyes.
“i do think you're cute but you can take your shirt off and…” you trailed off when you heard jacks tearful laugh. he leaned over to you, pulling you down so you were both laying in bed. once you were both laying down again, he moved himself so he was laying half on top of you. with jacks head resting on your chest you ran a comforting hand through his long hair.
“are you all good now?” you asked, leaning your head down to kiss the top of his. jack hummed in response, lifting his head up to look at you. “smile please? for me?” you asked jack softly and you smiled at him when he opened his mouth, revealing his missing front tooth. “you’re so cute!” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him.
“and sexy?” jack questioned as he moved his head away from yours to prevent you from kissing him.
“well you still havent taken your shirt off yet…” you joked and jack sat up, swiftly taking his shirt off. “okay yeah you’re really sexy,” you easily admit as you admire your boyfriend in his entirety.
“yeah,” jack joked, rolling his eyes at you before leaning back down and resuming your kiss from earlier.
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what do u guys think abt a rick grimes x reader fic where the reader is carls friend (of age) and she has a crush on rick and they end up fucking 🤭🤭 (post or pre apocalypse????)
Heyy! Could you please do some friends to lovers (smut) with Kirk? Like, mutual pinning but they’re both idiots so the band helps them get together (sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language)
Cuz That’s What Friends Do, Right?
Kirk Hammett x AFAB!Reader (y/n)
a/n: I LITERALLY LOVE U SO MUCH FOR THIS PLEASE THIS IS MY FAV REQUEST EVER. I HOPE U ENJOY IT <33
warnings: mutual pining, p in v, unprotected sex, greasy kirk era , sir kink, dominant!kirk, sub!reader, afab reader, smut, and metallica being a matchmaker
holy shit.
“I have some big news guys,” you began, ready for your band's input on this news, “we’re gonna be opening for Metallica for their new tour.”
A mix of anxious and happy remarks filled the room from the rest of your band.
Your lead guitarist replied to your information with a slightly rude comment, “is this just because you fuck around with Kirk, or did we actually earn it?”
You were seriously taken aback by her comment but replied quickly, “Me and Kirk are nothing but friends, and I'm sure he mentioned us, but we earned this spot. Pack your bags to meet at the bus station.”
Honestly, you were pretty worried about this. Being an all girl-band with yourself as the bassist and lead singer? It wouldn’t be easy to earn the public’s respect. You had been friends with Kirk ever since you stepped foot into highschool. Kirk was off to the side and calm, while you were anxious and trying to leave as soon as possible. You claim it as fate, but Kirk always said you were gonna trip in front of him anytime “cuz of his beauty.” Long story short, you were carrying your books to a new class and were looking down at your schedule when you bumped into Kirk. He helped you pick up your books and you exchanged family phone numbers. You couldn’t count the times when you told your older sister to get off of the phone trying to call her favorite rockstars phony numbers. You and Kirk called hours and hours on end and you honestly just felt like he was your better half.
So when he joined Exodus, you were more than happy to cheer him on to pursue his dreams. You both promised that whoever got more famous first, the other had to open for their band.
Right after Kirk was chosen for Metallica, you started your own band R.O.P.E. You could’ve sworn it stood for something, but you were too high to remember.
But now that you were touring with Metallica? You didn’t know if you could hide it for any longer…. yea about that. Ever since sophomore year started, you had developed a massive crush on Kirk. It wasn’t like it was obvious… was it?
Definitely not. And it didn’t matter cuz he didn’t like you back. End. Of. Story.
But tonight might change how you saw him, maybe you just see him as a friend now. Right?
WRONG
The moment you stepped onto the bus and saw his smile. Ugh, You melted. And it doesn’t mean just inside, you blushed, flushed, you could’ve sworn you developed a fever right there and melted into a puddle of nothing on the ground.
You heard whistling, and your name, and your name again,
“Hey! y/n,” it was kirk, motioning you over to the back of the bus. His leg was over an empty seat, saving it for you, just like he did on the bus home.
Yes. You guys took the same bus. Dumbass Kirk would get off at your house some days (literally everyday) and listen to cds and cassettes with you all evening because he didn’t want to go home.
Sometimes he would fall asleep with you on your bed and you’d wake up with your limbs entangled and Kirk sleeping as heavy as he could.
cuz that’s what friends do? Right?
After what felt like an hour of admiring his features, you moved your way back to the back of the bus and talked with Kirk.
You couldn’t help but notice the way your legs bounced oh so close together. You wanted your legs wrapped around his waist as he—-
“y/n?” “hello??” Kirk exclaimed as he clapped in front of your face.
“Sorry,” you sputtered, “I'm really nervous about tonight.”
He sincerely put his palm over your knee and comfortingly spoke, “you’ve got nothin’ to worry about sweetheart, you’re gonna kill it.”
You muttered a thanks and Kirk gave you a grin, god he was going to be the death of you. To combat your love for Kirk and nerves for the show, you decided to take a nap.
When you awoke, it was basically time for you and your band to get ready for the opening act. You dressed in your signature style and made sure that your instrument matched your clothes. As you turned to check if everything was in place you saw the scar that lined your bicep. When you were at highschool prom, waiting for your ride home, some jerk on the side of the road “accidentally” sliced you with a pocket knife. Just as you were about to fight back, Kirk rode up in his mom’s car and punched the guy right in the face. That was your first scar, and Kirks’ first punch. (that he gave).
In the time you were reminiscing, the time you had to check yourself was up and your band was ready to play the opening act.
As you stepped out onto the stage, you were quickly blinded by the lights and tried to blink away the blots to see the crowd. The microphone feedback whined as you approached it. You spoke loudly into it as you addressed the crowd to play your first song.
time skip to after the opening act!
You hopped off the stage and gave Kirk a pat on the back as he hugged you and told you what an amazing job you did. You thanked him and wished him is own luck before he stopped you.
“y/n I—“ but he was interrupted by the que that he should get on stage, so he just yelled as he was pushed onto the stage, “see me after the show!”
what the fuck?
And Metallica's show? Fucking Outrageous.
The way that Kirk’s fingers slid up and down on the frets as he played the solos and the way his pants rode up his form as he rutted against the guitar.
Your whole mind was flooded with unholy thoughts as the show went on.
You traveled back to the living room behind the stage as you waited for everyone to get off stage. As they piled into the room you individually congratulated all of them for the amazing performance. Until your eyes landed on Kirk….. oh fuckkkk.
You could’ve sworn that your whole body shut down right then and there. Like, how the fuck did he look so hot after playing the most tiring set??? It was seriously bothering you.
James spoke through the thick fog of tension first, “okay, Lars, Cliff, and I are gonna go wash up, see y’all later.”
You heard a click come from outside the door that was previously closed by James, accompanied with outside chuckles.
“What the fuck,” you started, “did they lock us in here?”
Kirk pulled on the door handle and pounded on the door. He nodded and scoffed to himself.
You spoke at the same time,
“Kirk—“
“Y/N—-“
You quickly apologized and let Kirk speak first.
It all came out in one fast blur from his mouth, “Y/n, before the show I wanted to tell you everything you meant to me and I didn’t think you felt like same until James locked—-“
You shut him up by pushing him up against the nearest wall and pressing your lips to his.
“Shut up—“ your remarks got cut off by Kirk picking you up and setting you down on the couch that was pressed against the furthest wall of the room.
He spoke through the silence, “tell me what you want.”
“Please touch me“
“Please what?”
“Sir.”
He nodded in agreement as his fingers trailed down your waist while he got on his knees. He pulled down your pants and threw them across the room while he took off his shirt. He grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders as he looked up at you from your cunt. Agonizingly slow, he placed a finger on your clit, and inserted his tongue into you.
You whined, “kirk— please”
“shhh sweetheart i’ll take care of you.”
sweetheart.
His finger began making circles as his tongue lapped your juices. Your fingers entangled his curls as he worked you up to your climax.
“Kirk I’m gonna—-“
“No,” He pulled off of you and flipped you onto your stomach while taking off his pants and your shirt.
You pleaded again, but he spoke over, “you’ll cum when I tell you to.”
Breaking the dominance he asked you for your comfort, “Do you want this?”
You replied faster than he finished talking, “yes. sir.”
“Good.”
He inserted his cock deep into your cunt, already slick from him eating you out. His thrusts were hard and snapping onto your ass. He grabbed a fistful of your hair as your back arched upon his cock. The new angle was letting him bottom out, only making you feel higher to your climax.
You began to beg, “please sir. I wanna come , so bad. Please.”
“Okay, ready sweetheart,” Kirk answered.
You mumbled an mhm and you both let yourselves go as he fucked out his climax and his thrusts became sloppy. You both panted on the large couch you laid on, smiling at each other.
Kirk broke the silence first, “I love you, that’s what I was going to say before the show.”
He looked at you with puppy eyes and you responded, “I love you too,” as you kissed him on the lips again.
A few moments when by of you two gathering the moments happiness before you heard a knock and James speak, “It’s about time you two fucked.”
