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[guitarizz]

Road-trip

Kirk had one hand on your knee—rubbing it— the other gripping the steering wheel

Your bags were in the back, and you guys were on your way to Minnesota

He was jamming out to one of his songs with you

You guys made a pit stop at McDonalds

You got a burger and fries with a chocolate milkshake, while he got a fishwich with fries and a vanilla milkshake

Soon you guys were done, and you guys walked back to the car hand in hand

You guys started jamming out to more music the second you got into the car

[guitarizz]

Cooking

It was early morning

Kirk was cooking first in the kitchen, and he was donning an apron

The second you walked near him, he gave you a big kiss

“Your breath smells like shit.”

You smacked Kirk’s ass and stuck your tongue out

He smacked your ass back

He was cooking eggs, bacon and pancakes

You joined in, grabbing plates and utensils

You set everything down on the table, and then hugged Kirk from behind

Kirk melted into your embrace

Soon he was done

You guys set the table together

He have you another kiss

After breakfast Kirk put on classical music and the both of you slow danced in the kitchen

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axl rose. and i’m not sorry.

[guitarizz]

Kirk Hammett. Sorry not sorry.

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Surfing with Kirk:

You guys went to the beach at 2am

The both of you had your own surfboards

Kirk was teaching you how to surf

You guys had snacks that Kirk bought

You guys were trying to compete for the most snacks

Kirk held your hand and kept fluctuating between holding your hand and smacking your ass

You guys started surfing

You guys tried to share a surfboard, but then ended up using your own

Kirk won

You guys then ate snacks sitting on the ledge of the boardwalk, talking about everything and nothing

[guitarizz]

A mug of coffee and a banana sat beside you, your books and notes scattered across the kitchen island. The windows surrounding you and your roommates’ shared apartment let in the remnants of the early morning sunrise through open curtains. You’re hunched over your books, wrapped in a thick jacket. Your lip was between your teeth as you frantically wrote as much information as you could onto the one sheet of paper you’re allowed to bring for your final. You studied but…you could have studied more. And this final was kind of important. Heh. Well, it is what it is. Your cramming skills have never failed you either, so hopefully, they pull through this time.

You checked the time on your phone. It’s 7:45 am. You’ve been up for the past 45 minutes, having showered and prepared everything you needed the night before so you could have as much time as possible to cram.

15 minutes passed and you soon heard the sound of shuffling feet coming from the hallway.

“‘Mornin’”

You look up and smile softly at one of your roommate's state--their round glasses sitting atop their nose and their head of dark curls somewhat messy from sleep. He blinked, trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes.

“‘Mornin Kirk.”

Soon he’s beside you, peering over your shoulder curiously.

“Final?”

He’s referring to the title you’d put at the top of the sheet of paper.

You hummed, reaching for a highlighter and boxing something you’d just written.

“Good luck,” He said, nudging your shoulder playfully as he watched you. A few moments pass.

“I feel like I’m making you uncomfortable.”

You grinned, leaning your head back to look at him upside down. “Not really.” You widened your eyes playfully before looking back down at your notes.

Kirk snorted, stepping back “I’ll go make some breakfast,” He walked over to the cupboards and you used the excuse that you needed a break as you watched him bring down a few things--plates and pancake mix. He then walked to the fridge to bring out a few more things--syrup, bacon, and eggs. You’d always liked his cooking--he was the one who mainly did the cooking. You guys picked certain days every day out of the week to cook. Otherwise you either cook for yourselves, use your meal swipes or eat out by yourself or with other friends.

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[guitarizz]

Imagine baking with Kirk Hammett:

“You know, there’s always a thing called a spatula.”

You were currently mixing ingredients in a bowl with a metal spoon. The late afternoon sun was leaking in through open curtains, and a cool breeze blew in through the window. The both of you were baking a cake, breadsticks, and brownies. Kirk was holding out a spatula while doing their eyebrows up and down to piss you off.

You rolled your eyes, but took the spatula anyways. Kirk came up behind you to hug you from behind, and took some batter with their finger. You smacked their hand away and he reached for more. You smacked it again.

“Stop taking some!”

“No,” He took more. You moved the bowl away and Kirk pouted.

You chuckled. Kirk couldn’t help but pout again.

[guitarizz]

Imagine going on a nature walk with Kirk:

The sun was shining down on the two of you as you walked down the trail. Birds chirped, cars sang. You were holding hands and you were holding a basket. Kirk had a backpack with more snacks—

[guitarizz]

You’re legs were trembling as you were perched over Kirk’s thighs. Each spanking inflicted on your arse brought waves of pleasure to your core. Your bodies was slick with sweat as Kirk was fluctuating between gentle and hard ministrations.

Kirk stopped momentarily to run your arse.

“You ready?” His hand was perched on one cheek, and he was raising his eyebrows up and down. His cock was rock hard, precum leaking from the tip.

You couldn’t get the words out before he started spanking you.

“1, 2, 3, 4,” He started counting with a soft voice, while spanking you into the mattress.

He then, suddenly, switched to slipping his fingers into your pussy, causing you to moan. He put his face close to your scrunched up face.

“You like that?” He slowly slid two fingers in and out of your pussy, curling his fingers to rub against your g-spot. He then slid his fingers out and slammed them back in, causing you to moan again. You perched your ass, which caused him to start spanking you again.

“You’re being a bad girl right now,” Kirk said. He moaned your name when you shifted against his cock. You grabbed his cock and started to slowly give him a handjob. His hand quivered against your ass and he moaned your name again.

He soon came into your hand, thrusting his hips up. He switched back to your pussy and gave major thrusts to your pussy until you came into his hand.

After you both came back down from your highs, you both sat up and started talking and laughing. You couldn’t help but laugh at Kirk’s jokes and his at yours. After a while you guys sat up and walked to the showers, you leaning against Kirk.