Kirk Hammett Fluff - Blog Posts

Embracing Imperfections

Reader is feeling insecure about her body and Kirk is there to tell her how much he loves her body.

Kirk Hammett x Reader ☆ Fluff and tiny bit of smut, body insecurities

Standing in front of the mirror, dressed in a pair of tight cycling shorts, you can't help but feel self-conscious about your thighs. You had been feeling that you had gained some weight recently, and it was starting to affect your confidence. You sigh, running a hand over your curves and wishing you could just magically make them disappear. You turn this way and that, trying to get a better look at yourself from every angle.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should voice your insecurities. But Kirk's comforting presence makes you feel safe, and you decide to open up to him. "Kirk baby," you watch him through the reflection of the mirror as he sits on the edge of the bed. "I feel like I've gained weight, especially in my thighs. I don't feel very attractive right now," she admits, her voice quiet.

Your eyes meet and Kirk smiles at you reassuringly. "You look beautiful, as always," he says and notices your critical expression as your turn around to face him.

"You're perfect just the way you are,"

But despite Kirk's reassurances, you can't shake the feeling of insecurity that has crept into your mind. You've always been conscious of your body, always striving for perfection. And now, with the added pressure of society's unrealistic beauty standards, you can't help but feel like you're falling short.

Kirk looked up into your eyes, placing his hands on the back of your thighs. "Baby, I want you to know something. I think you are so fucking hot and I love every single part of you. And that includes your thighs."

You raise an eyebrow, unsure of where this was going. "I just feel like I've gained some weight lately..." You said, feeling self-conscious.

Kirk shook his head. "You haven't and I don't care about that. To me, you are the most gorgeous woman in the world. And I love every inch of your body, including your thighs. They are strong and soft and just perfect."

You felt a blush spreading across your cheeks. "Really?"

"Really." Kirk said, pulling you closer. "I want you to know that I love you just as you are. And I want to show you just how much."

With that, he pulled you down onto his lap, leaned in and kissed you deeply, bodies pressed together. You could feel the heat and desire building between you as you explored each other's bodies.

Kirk trailed his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He moved lower, his hands caressing your curves as he went.

When he reached your thighs, he paused, looking up at you with a wicked grin. "These are my favorite part of you." He said, before a hand slipped between your legs and he presses a hungry kiss onto your soft lips.

You gasp as he continues to explore your body, his touch setting your skin on fire. You tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him closer as you both lose yourself in the passion of the moment.

As you eventually come together in a rush of pleasure, you knew that Kirk truly did love every part of you. And you felt more confident and beautiful than ever before.

𝐐𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐔𝐬𝐞 𖤐 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟔 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐭

Ahh I’m posting my first story!! How exciting!!

★ Summary: What started as needing a quote for her job, leads to an interaction with Kirk Hammett that has some undeniable tension.

Warnings ⚠︎︎: None really, just some flirting!

The hotel lobby was nearly empty - just two security guards by the doors and a worker behind the desk flipping through the newest issue of Vogue. I should’ve been chasing Lars or James but both had disappeared somewhere, leaving me with nothing but a cigarette in my hand and an empty journal. I tapped my pen on the top of my journal, contemplating whether I should just leave and accept the fact that I was probably gonna get fired or wait around and see if someone showed up.

The clock on the wall behind me ticked, the only noise in the lobby was interrupted by two men coming out of the elevator. One of the men, dressed in very official attire rubbed his forehead, “Tell them they need to be ready to go to the airport by ten a.m. tomorrow. Let them know I’m fed up with their bullshit.” he said angrily, the other man just nodded, “I know where Jason, James, and Lars are, but I have no idea where Kirk is.” the other man replied. “Check the roof, he’s probably sitting up there with his guitar. But, Kirk will listen - make sure James and Lars get the memo.” the fancy dressed man said. My head shot up, Kirk was on the roof - I could get up there and get my story.

I didn’t even hesitate, I grabbed all my stuff and walked over to the elevator. I pressed the button to call the elevator down, once the doors opened I stepped inside and pressed the button to take me to the roof. The elevator was slow, like it didn’t care that I was in a hurry. Once the doors opened, the smell of rain hit me first. The roof was mostly covered, but a small part was opened, where chairs and tables were now soaked.

Kirk was exactly where I thought he would be, sitting on one of the couches with a cigar in his hand. “You lost?” he asked, his voice cracking from him clearly being tired. I stepped out of the elevator and slowly made my way over to him, my bag on my shoulder, my journal tucked into it. “I thought maybe you’d talk?” I asked, not a lot of confidence in my voice. He chuckled, “Not much to talk about up here.” The rain had picked up, fat droplets hit the shelter over the roof, and thunder rumbled in the distance. I just stood there, wondering who was going to break the awkward silence first. “I liked the show.” I said finally, not sure if I meant it. “It felt heavier than I expected.”

“Thats ‘Load’ for you.” he muttered, taking a small drag from the cigar. “Everyone thinks it’s some sellout thing. Doesn’t matter. We needed it.” he finished. “You sound like you’re defending it.” I said, he replied quickly, “I am.” His tone wasn’t defensive, just honest - plain in the way that most people aren’t when they know you’re here to write about them. I liked that. We stayed in the silence for a while before he finally glanced over at me.“

“You got a recorder, or a notebook?” he asked, I grabbed my journal from my bag. He motioned for me to come sit down. “I figured you weren’t in a talking mood.” I said as I sat on the other end of the couch. The corner of his mouth twitched - not a smile but close enough. “You always chase musicians onto rooftops for stories?” he asked, “Only the interesting ones.” I responded.

That got a real smile - “Alright,” he said, nodding to the notebook. “Hit me.” I placed my journal in front of me and grabbed my recorder from my bag, placing it between me and Kirk before clicking it on. “How are you feeling about the tour so far?” I asked, “Tired. But…not bad. It’s strange being in this new version of the band. It feels like we’re wearing new skin and everyone’s still waiting to see if it fits.” he replied. “You think it does?”, he shrugged “Some days. Depends on how honest I feel.”

I tilted my head, “And how honest do you feel right now?”

He looked at me then - really looked - and I felt it low in my stomach. That pause. That something.

“Honest enough to admit that I don’t care if anyone likes it, as long as it’s real.” I swallowed, suddenly aware that Kirk had turned his body and he was now closer to me than he was before. I pressed on, “Do you ever miss how things used to be? The old sound, the old image?” Kirk exhaled smoke through his nose, slow and thoughtful. “Sometimes, but theres only so much you can do before you start wanting something softer.”

There was a beat in that word - softer - like he knew exactly what he was saying. “You mean…musically?” I asked. His smile curved again, almost wicked, “Sure. Let’s go with that.”

I clicked off the recorder, unsure if that was the end of the interview or the beginning of something else. The air between us was different now - warmer. I put the recorder back in my bag and tried to not look like my heart had picked up pace. “I don’t think thats a quote I can actually use.” I said, smiling enough to keep it casual. “That’s the problem with honesty” he murmured, “It usually makes shit complicated.”

The wind picked up, tossing a strand of hair across my face. Before I could fix it, Kirk reached out and gently tucked the piece of hair behind my ear, like it was nothing, like we’d known each other longer than a few minutes. His hand lingered for half a second too long. Just long enough.

I breathed in - smoke, rain, and something else that felt like static.

“You ever get tired of being followed around?” I asked softer now, “By people like me?” “Depends,” he said, watching me. “Most of them want noise. You… you’re quiet.” He said in a soft tone, “Is that a good thing?” I asked, he shrugged. “I haven’t decided yet.”

We sat like that for a moment, the sky above us grumbling low and distant, the kind of storm that doesn’t let go all at once. Kirk took one last drag, then placed the cigar in the ashtray in front of him on the table. He looked back at me - really looked back at me, his eyes were dark and steady. “You’ve got that look,” he said.

“What look?”

“Like you want to say something but you haven’t figured out if it’s worth the risk.” he leaned back against the couch cushion, putting his hands together and resting them in between his legs. I didn’t answer right away. Maybe he was right, maybe I did want to say something.

But before I could say anything, Kirk’s lips turned into that smile I had only seen once before. “If you want more… insights,” he said his voice low, “there’s a quieter room I know.” The invitation hung between us. I glanced back at the elevator, then towards him. I smirked, “You’ve got a plane to catch tomorrow.” I said, he raised an eyebrow, amused. “Will I be seeing you on that plane?” I shook my head and folded my arms, “Nope. I’ve got to stay here and work.” I replied. “Won’t you be working if you’re interviewing me tomorrow… just in other city?” His voice dropped a little, I caught his gaze and held it. “Guess you’ll find out.”

He smirked and reached into his back pocket, pulling out what looked like a crumbled piece of paper. “You got a pen?” he asked, I reached into my journal and pulled out my pen and handed it to him. He wrote something on the paper before placing it into my hand along with my pen. “My number. Incase you need me to tell you where to go tomorrow.” Kirk stood up from the couch and began to walk toward the elevator, I stood up behind him, staying by the couch.

He pressed the call button for the elevator, “Even if you don’t show up tomorrow, even though I’m hoping you do.. call me if you want anymore quotes, or maybe something else.”

“Smooth.” I said and let out a small laugh, Kirk smirked once more before stepping into the elevator and waving goodbye to me before the doors closed, leaving the night - and all of it’s possibilities - waiting.