Mine! Creds Are Not Necessary, But I’d Appreciate Them. ★彡

Cliff Burton —-> my bass playing angel 

Hii, I’ve got a request for 2000s duff and reader smut, maybe duff being submissive? 💕💕

hello!! thank u for your request hope you’ll like it!! (sorry for the delay, was really busy with university)

-am writing the other requests too btw xx-

Long Distance Lust

description: Duff and his band were away on tour for what seemed forever, and you decide to show him how much you miss him as you waited for him to come home.

warnings: unprotected sex, masturbation, dom reader, sub Duff.

It’s been three months since Duff and his band started the new tour; the longest months I’ve ever spent in my entire life. I couldn’t help but think about my man the entire time. I missed him, his smile, his laugh, his love, his body… In a few days he should be back home, but I couldn’t help to tease him also while he was busy with his music, miles away from me.

—Third person POV—

Duff sat alone in the cramped, dimly lit tour bus, surrounded by the chaos of band equipment and empty beer cans strewn about. The constant hum of the engine and the distant sound of the highway merging into the night air was his only companion, as he flipped through the mail the band's manager had handed him before they set off for the next gig. His calloused fingers, accustomed to gripping a bass neck for hours on end, gently tore open the envelope bearing his girlfriend, Y/N’s unmistakable handwriting. A small, tinny scent drifted out her signature perfume, a subtle reminder of the warmth of her body pressed against his, a luxury he hadn't experienced in what felt like an eternity on this endless tour.

As he slid the letter out, a stack of Polaroids slipped from the envelope and scattered across his lap. His heart skipped a beat as he picked up the top photo, the dim light of the bus illuminating her radiant smile and the glint of mischief in her eyes.

Duff's eyes widened as he flipped through the frames, each one more breathtaking and provocative than the last. There was Y/N, posed in a way that showcased her stunning figure, yet still maintaining an air of innocence that drove him wild. His heart raced as he took in the sight of her creamy skin, the curves he longed to touch and taste.

In one photo, she lays on a bed, tangled in satin sheets that complimented her hair, which cascaded over the pillow in soft waves. Her eyes were closed, a coy smile playing at her lips, and her hand rested just above her bare breast. The next one caught her in a bathroom mirror, wearing nothing but a towel that clung to her wet body, water dripping down her cleavage. Another showed her lounging on a beach chair, a scandalously small bikini leaving little to the imagination as she arched her back, pushing her breasts up.

Each photo was a tease, a promise of the pleasure and passion that awaited him when he’d return home. Duff could feel a familiar stirring in his jeans as he gazed at the intimate portraits of his lover. He traced a finger over the glossy surface, longing to feel her soft skin beneath his touch once more. The Polaroids were a lifeline, a reminder of the love and desire that kept him going through the grueling demands of the road. They were his private treasure, a secret world he could lose himself in away from the noise and chaos of tour life.

Duff glanced around furtively, ensuring his bandmates were preoccupied or asleep in the other parts of the cramped tour bus. The steady hum of the engine and the occasional stop at red lights provided a modicum of privacy as he slipped back into the small, enclosed space he used as a makeshift bedroom.

With shaking hands, he spread the Polaroids out on the narrow bed, the soft glow of a small reading lamp illuminating the intimate images of Y/N's breathtaking body. He could feel the familiar ache of arousal growing in his jeans as he drank in every detail, his eyes roaming over the gentle slopes and curves he knew so well.

Duff reached down and unzipped his black jeans with a sense of urgency, freeing his hard, throbbing cock from the confines of his pants. He wrapped a calloused hand around his shaft, giving it a few slow, teasing strokes as he lost himself in the erotic pictures scattered before him. His breathing grew heavier as he imagined Y/N posing for these photos, perhaps touching herself in the same way he was touching himself now. The thought of her lying on a bed, one hand between her legs as she snapped the photographs, sent a surge of lust coursing through his veins.

Duff picked up a picture of Y/N, sprawled naked on a plush rug, her legs spread wide and her fingers buried in her glistening folds. He brought it closer, his eyes fixated on her face as he pumped his cock harder and faster, chasing the release he so desperately craved after months apart from her.

Soft grunts and groans escaped his lips as he neared the edge, his hand moving in a blur over his sensitive flesh. He pictured Y/N's face, her expression of ecstasy as she touched herself, and with a final, sharp gasp, he came undone. Thick ropes of cum splattered over the Polaroid and his hand as he rode out the waves of his intense orgasm.

In the aftermath, Duff leaned back against the pillow, panting heavily as he stared down at the lewd image before him. He knew he should feel guilty, ashamed even, for defiling the intimate portrait in such a way. But all he could feel was a profound sense of love, longing, and the desperate need to hold Y/N in his arms once more. He carefully tucked the Polaroids away, a dirty secret hidden within his sinful conscious. The single lamp flickered as the bus hit a pothole, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Duff quickly cleaned himself up, not wanting to leave any evidence of his private moment.

—Y/N’s POV—

Four days later.

I hear the door opening and Duff’s voice greeting our cat, I stand up from the couch heading towards him.

“Hi baby” I say hugging him euphorically, standing on my tiptoes, since he’s much taller than me. He hugs me tightly, pressing his body against mine.

“God Y/N, I missed you so much” he whispers in the crook of my neck, while I keep rubbing my fingers on the back of his hair, caressing his soft blonde hair. He looks at me, deep in the eyes, so much desire in his sight, desperation, admiration, lust and love at the same time.

“Those Polaroids baby… God, you destroyed me” he says chuckling, I could see his excitement starting to manifest as little drips of sweat on his skin made him glow at the soft light of our house.

“You liked them?” He nods sighting heavenly at my words and my touch. “I thought about you constantly, you know?” I tease him, touching his chest skin.

“Oh yeah?” He asks trying to keep it cool.

“Yeah… I kept touching myself thinking about you… I couldn’t take it anymore baby…” my doe eyes studying his face.

“Y/N, I-“ he starts but I cut him off.

“What did you do with those pictures Duff?” His breath is stuck in his throat at my words, I smile seeing his reaction, as I grab his hand and lead him towards our bedroom, before making him sit on the bed.

“I asked you something baby… what did you do with those pictures?” My hands reach for my shorts starting to unbutton them revealing my red lace thong.

“I- oh fuck, Y/N, what are you doing to me…” I move closer to him softly touching his lips with mine, while I remove his shirt, now totally revealing his tattooed skin “Answer me Duff…” now my hands fall down on his leather pants which already show his hard crotch.

“I jerked off to them, so fucking hard… hiding from the others…” his breathless words leave his mouth while his eyes fall on my hands that are now removing his boxers, exposing his bare long cock. My thong slips away as soon as I feel the excitement reaching in between my legs at the sight of his naked body; I sit on his lap, facing him, legs spread open one by both of his sides, starting to move slowly and rubbing both of our naked sex.

“Did you like it?” My sensual voice slips in his ear biting his lobe.

“Fuck yeah, baby” his voice full of lust and desire while his hands slide on my waist, pulling me closer, so that his tip could touch my core. “I want you, please Y/N” he says on my lips kissing them, I smile at his desperate words, he wasn’t the type to be this submissive, he’s never been, but today it seemed different.

Duff's hands run up my sides to cup my breasts, thumbing my hardened nipples as he captures my lips in a searing kiss. He poured all of his hunger, his desperation, his all-consuming love into that kiss, drowning in the taste and feel of my body.

“I need to be inside you" he rasps against my mouth, his hips rocking up to grind his hard flesh against my slick folds. "Please Y/N, I can't wait any longer. I need to feel you wrapped around me."

His words are a plea, a desperate entreaty born of the intense longing he endured during our separation. Duff knows he needs to claim me, to possess me, to reaffirm our bond after being torn apart for so long. And he needs it right now.

I move closer to him and with a rapid and smooth movement I let his dick slide inside of me. A low groan tore from Duff's throat as he feels my tight, wet heat enveloping his aching cock in one swift, decisive movement. His eyes roll back in ecstasy, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips as he pulls me down, burying himself to the hilt inside my welcoming body.

"Fuck, baby, you feel incredible" he gasps, head dropping to rest against my shoulder as he savors the exquisite sensation. I move faster, making it bury deeper inside my throbbing core, my nails scratching his back, neck, arms, shoulders. It was too hot to handle, I let Duff fall on the bed while I keep moving even faster on his cock. His hands hardly grip my ass, while he moans witnessing my body on top his.

I lay down closer to him, softly touching his chest with mine and kissing him sloppily, with a swift movement I remove his hands that were all over my body, and block them on the side of his head. My wet pussy slaps against his flesh with a constant rhythm, my tits bouncing against his lips, letting him bite my nipples, making me moan loudly as my head falls back, covering my face with my sweaty messy hair.

He loves seeing me riding him this wild, he looks at me with an amused smile while panting heavily.

He reaches again for my hips guiding my movements faster and harder, pushing his erection even deeper just to be sure I could feel his long cock contracting my womb at every thrust.

"Oh fuck, just like that baby" he grunts, watching in awe as my breasts bounce hypnotically with each powerful thrust of my hips.

"You're so fucking sexy, so gorgeous riding my cock like this. I can't get enough of you."

Duff's hips surge up to meet mine, driving his thick length even deeper into my fluttering core. He can feel his release building, the coil of tension in his loins winding tighter and tighter as my velvet heat grips him like a vice. He knows he wouldn't last much longer at this rate, not after months of pent-up desire.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck Y/N, I'm cumming!" With a roar of ecstasy, he slams his hips up one last time, burying himself balls-deep inside my spasming pussy as thick ropes of hot seed erupts from his throbbing cock. His entire body shudders and convulses beneath mine, fingers digging into the sheets as he rides out the intense waves of his release. His eyes fluttering shut in bliss as he pumps what felt like an endless stream of cum deep into my core.

I look at him smiling before moving next to him between his arms; he is breathless and amused.

“I fucking loved that, baby” he says kissing my forehead and cupping my face. “I definitely need this treatment more often, I guess the distance does us well.”

-mel

“life is worth living”

i got those fucking snake pit tickets.

well…🫦

haven’t posted in forever but i just found this and felt the need to share!

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠❥

welcome!!

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hi everyone, i’m melissa aka mel/meli!!i’m 19, from italy, i have a lot of passions such as ice skating and rhythmic gymnastic, but the biggest one is music!!;

i play the guitar but mostly the bass since i was 12, when i started to listen to rock and metal genres, falling in love with the 60s, 70s, 80s and 90s, hoping everyday for a time machine that could bring me back to expirence those times…

but as every “rock n roll girls” i can’t help to imagine a life with my idols of that time, that’s why i decided to write about my favorite, talented and awesome men of all times, those who also gave me the passion of such incredible instruments, changing my life, helping me through tough times too!!

metallica girl!!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭★

!!(mostly write about james hetfield)!!

requests also for: kirk hammett, nikki sixx, tommy lee, duff mckagan, slash, axl rose, dave mustaine, tom keifer (smut and fluff) xx

James Hetfield:

“Burning Desire”

“His Playboy Bunny”

“Fill The Void”

“Go Go Dancer” part 1

“Go Go Dancer” part 2

“Bad Behavior”

“Love me Harder”

Requests:

“The Best Gift” - Duff Mckagan + Tommy Lee

“Comics & Chill” - Kirk Hammett

“Long Distance Lust” - Duff Mckagan

“Wanna Forget” - Tom Keifer

currently answering…

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hiiii, sorry for the weird question lmao but could you write a smut story with kirk where he like during it he asks you to sit on his face? thank you 🫶🫶🫶🫶

hello thank u for the request!! hope u like it!!

(not too long ff)

Comics & Chill

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, 69

Lars, James and Cliff finally left the place leaving me and Kirk alone. I know they did it on purpose after noticing all the tension that always been between me and him; how he used to glance at me during their gigs, the way he always asked where I was before their practices, talking about me to the guys, his cheeks burning when James teases him in front of me. "He wants you to fuck you, I'm sure about that" James told me one day "Nah, he's just being polite" I answered "Yeah sure" he smirked, “He likes you… a lot” Cliff added.

Now me and Kirk are laying on Lars bed listening to some music while Kirk keeps talking about his new comic book that he ordered and will collect as soon as it arrives, his long curls falling softly on his shoulders with an iron maiden t-shirt and black sweatpants... I couldn't care less of what he was saying I was focus on him only. Pretending to follow what he was saying i kept looking and admiring him while talking with such enthusiasm.

“So which one do you prefer?” He suddenly asks turning to look at me waking me up from my thoughts “Mh?” he giggles at my answer “Which horror character do you prefer? This one? Or the other one from the other comic?” He ask again pointing at a green monster on the page he was reading “I don’t know, probably that one” he smiles keep talking about the characters. I sight, I can’t take this anymore… the guys left us alone for a reason and he keeps talking about his comics, I wasn’t his first crush for sure, maybe he was scared to make the first move also if we knew each other for years now… “Oh look at this! This will be available next Friday” he points on the last page referring to a new comic. I sit up fixing my hair, I look at him waiting to be noticed but he is too focus “Yeah, all right” I grab the comic putting it on the little table next to the bed. He doesn’t say anything he just watches the scene, a little bit confused. I move closer to him, crawling towards him positioning on top of him “You are so boring sometimes, you know that?” I joke, making him smile and blush, his heart rate increasing, giving me his full attention now. His hands instinctively went to my hips, gripping them gently as he gazed up at me with lust-filled eyes.

"Boring, huh? I guess I can be when I'm thinking about... other things" Kirk said with a playful smirk, his voice a bit deeper than before. He slid his hands up my sides, feeling my curves through my shirt. His eyes flicked down to my lips, then back up to meet my eyes.

Kirk leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin, Unable to hold back any longer, he captured my lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his pent-up desire and longing into the passionate embrace. A low groan rumbled in his throat as his tongue delved into my mouth, exploring every inch of my warm, welcoming part of it. Kirk's grip tightened on my back, pressing my soft breasts against his chest as the kiss deepened in intensity.

My fingers reach for his black curls playing with them; Kirk shivered with pleasure at my touch. The sensation of me pulling his hair while making out ignited a fire within him, his arousal growing with each passing second. He tilted his head, allowing me to run my fingers deeper into his hair as he continued to explore my mouth with fervent kisses.

One hand slid down to the small of my back, while the other cupped the side of my face tenderly. I feel the excitement growing inside of me too, I start to move on his now hard crotch. Kirk gasped into the kiss as he felt my hips start to grind against his rock-hard erection straining against his black sweatpants. The sudden stimulation sent a jolt of pure lust surging through his veins, his member throbbing with need.

He broke the kiss with a sharp inhale, his chest heaving and eyes dark with desire as he gazed at me. Kirk's hands gripped my hips tighter, pulling me harder against him as he bucked up to meet my grinding.

“I wanna feel you before the boys come back” Kirk rasped, his voice breathless with arousal. He captured my lips again in a hungry, desperate kiss, one hand fisting in my hair while the other groped my ass, urging me to keep moving against him.

Kirk's hips rocked in tandem with mine, the friction of our clothed sexes rubbing together creating a delicious tension that built with each passing second. He could feel the heat of my core seeping through the fabric, stoking the flames of his desire to a fever pitch.

I break the kiss, removing my shirt leaving my breaths bare naked, while he locks his eyes on them.

In a flash, Kirk fixes his posture up as well, eagerly tugging his own iron maiden t-shirt over his head and tossing it carelessly to the side. He drank in the sight of my newly exposed skin, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he reached for the button of his sweatpants.

Kirk's fingers fumbled with the waistband, his arousal making it difficult to concentrate on the simple task. He partially removes his pants just to let out his hard dick.

He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back down on his cock. Kirk's hands roamed over my naked skin, caressing every dip and curve reverently as he lowered his head to capture one of my hardened nipples between his teeth.

He moves my panties on the side, keeping his tongue in my mouth without leaving it for a second, he pulls me down on his cock making it slides inside me. Kirk's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he felt me starting to move on top of him, my tight walls clenching and unclenching around his throbbing length. He gripped my hips tighter, fingers sinking into my soft skin as he guided my movements, helping me find a rhythm.

"Oh god, Y/N… you feel so fucking good" Kirk grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. He bucked his hips up to meet my slow, sensual movements, driving himself deeper into my welcoming heat with each downward roll.

Kirk's hands slid up my sides, cupping and squeezing my breasts as I bounced at every thrust. He leaned forward, taking one hardened nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. Kirk sucked and nibbled at the tender flesh, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.

His other hand tangled in my hair, tugging gently as he pulled me in for a searing kiss. Kirk's tongue delved into my mouth, tangling with mine in a dance of passion and desperation. He swallowed my moans and whimpers, the obscene sound of our bodies meeting filling the room.

His eyes darkened with lust as he broke the kiss, his chest heaving with labored breaths. He gazed up at me with a hungry, almost feral expression.

"Sit on my face” Kirk growled, his voice low with desire. He urged me up and off his throbbing member, guiding me to straddle his head. Kirk's hands slid up my thighs, gripping my ass as he positioned my dripping core directly over his mouth.

Without hesitation, Kirk leaned in and ran his tongue along my slick folds, tasting my essence and moaning at the exquisite flavor. He gripped my hips tighter, burying his face between my thighs as he began to devour me with fervent licks and sucks.

Kirk's tongue delved deep into my heat, exploring every inch of my velvety walls as he flicked and circled my sensitive clit. He alternated between long, slow licks and rapid, targeted flicks, determined to bring me to the brink of ecstasy.

I moan biting my lower lip feeling him eat me faster and faster. I lay down starting to play with his aching lenght making him groan on my pussy.

The dual sensations of my touch and his relentless oral assault sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body, fueling his hunger for me.

He redoubled his efforts, tongue delving deeper as he sucked and slurped at my soaked folds. Kirk's fingers pumped faster, plunging in and out of my clenching passage with wild abandon. He could feel my excitement growing more and more with each passing second, feeling my wetness flooding his mouth and dripping down his chin.

Kirk's hips bucked up into my touch, seeking more of my maddening caress. He swirled his tongue around my clit, flicking and teasing the sensitive bud as he brought his free hand up to join the one already buried inside me. He pressed his thumb against my rear entrance, applying firm, circular pressure and sending bolts of forbidden pleasure radiating through my core.

Kirk's own pleasure mounted as he felt my strokes grow faster, more urgent. The combined stimulation of my hand on his cock and his own relentless ministrations pushed them both closer to the edge of ecstasy with each passing second.

I could feel my release reaching and pulsating in my abdomen before reaching for my walls contracting them around his tongue, moaning louder at the sensation, I keep moving my hand faster on his cock almost tired and ready to cum. I move closer to it with my mouth licking his pink tip before sucking all of it making sloppy sounds echoing in the room while I keep feeling Kirk’s hot breath on my wet gummy walls. With a loud and relaxed moan Kirk released all of his warm seed inside my mouth; I swallow it all before standing up, legs shaking and hot, sweaty skin against his once I lay down again next to him. He keeps his eyes closed of a few seconds before hearing the downstair door opening “We home fuckers” Lars shouts “Ya better be dressed” James adds. I look at Kirk chuckling “They left on purpose ‘cause I-“ he trys to explain but I stop him kissing his juicy big lips “I know Kirk, me too”.

-mel