Just Appreciating Load Era Kirk's Smile....😍😍And Those Eyes....🤭🤭That Is All...

Hi to my favorite writer 😍 Can you please write a fic in which the reader is Lars' gf and she always follows him on tours and one day after a show, Lars is so sweaty and wants to take a shower and the reader/his gf offers him to join him and take a shower together and things happens (smut) 🙈

Thank you for another request, there sure is a lack of Lars fics 😘

Slippery when wet

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ smut, shower sex, oral

The lights were still flashing in my eyes as we made our way back to the hotel after another insane Metallica show, the roar of the crowd still ringing in my ears. Lars was sweaty and exhausted, his hair sticking to his forehead in damp strands.

"God, I need a shower," Lars groaned, running a hand through his long hair. "I'm drenched in sweat."

I smirked, knowing exactly what he needed as we entered the privacy of our shared hotel room. "I can help with that?"

Lars raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Oh really? And how do you plan on doing that?"

I took his hand and led him into the bathroom with a promising smile. Turning on the water and adjusting the temperature to the right level, I started to strip. Lars followed suit, ready to unwind after a adrenalin rushed night on stage.

Once in the shower, the warm water cascaded over us, mingling with the cool air of the bathroom as I stepped closer to Lars, my hands instinctively finding their way to his shoulders. The tension in his muscles was palpable, a testament to the high-energy performance he had delivered on stage.

I guided him to lean against the cool tile wall, creating space for my soapy hands to glide across his sweaty skin. Starting at his nape, I worked my way down, massaging the tense muscles that had built up from hours of intense drumming. My fingers danced along his vertebrae, sending tingles down his spine.

As I reached his upper back, I couldn't resist leaning in, my lips brushing against the tender flesh before I captured his lips with mine in a searing kiss.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate as the water continued to cascade over us, my tongue swirling with his.

Breaking away, I sank to my knees on the slippery tiles, with a coy smile. My gaze locked with Lars', hunger burning in his eyes as I wrapped my hand around him. I stroked him slowly, savoring the feel of his velvety skin and the way he throbbed in my soft grip.

"You're so hard already." I purred, stroking him from base to tip. "Do you like having my mouth on you, Lars?"

A smirk curled Lars' lip as he gazed down at me, his green eyes gleaming with amusement and lust. He let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling in his chest.

"Oh come on," he scoffed. "You've been dying to get your lips around my dick all night. So go ahead, take what you want. Show me how much you crave it." He placed a hand on the back of my head, guiding me closer.

I looked up at him, a challenge in my eyes, before wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock and sucking gently. His taste, a mix of salt and something uniquely Lars, filled my senses, making me hungry for more.

"Mmm, that's it," Lars groaned, his grip tightening in my hair.

I bobbed my head, taking more of his length into my mouth and hummed around him, the vibrations sending pleasurable shivers through his body.

"Look at you, so eager to please." Lars gasped, his hips starting to buck in time with my sucks. "Fuck..."

His words dissolved into moans as I picked up speed, determined to bring him to the brink. Just when I felt his cock twitch and swell, signaling his impending climax, he suddenly pulled me off with a jerk.

Before I could protest, Lars spun me around, pinning me against the slick tiles with his petite frame. His lips crashed onto mine in a hungry, dominating kiss, his tongue plundering my mouth.

Our mouths moved in a feverish dance, tongues entwining as warm water pattered against our entangled bodies. I could feel his hardness pressed against me, the heat radiating from his skin seeping into mine.

Without breaking the kiss, Lars began to move lower, his lips trailing along my neck, across my collarbone, and down the expanse of my breasts.

Reaching my pelvis, he knelt, his hands grabbing my thighs and pulling them apart, opening me up to his gaze. Water poured down between my wet folds, mingling with the arousal trickling from my core.

Lars looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire as they roamed over my body. "So gorgeous, let me taste you." He breathed, his voice husky with need.

Leaning in, he pressed his lips against my inner thigh and his hot breath fanned over my pussy. "I can't wait to fuck you." Lars murmured, his voice a rough purr vibrating against my skin.

His tongue darted out, licking a stripe up my center, tasting the sweet juices mixed with water. He managed to bury his face in my cunt, his pointy nose pushing against my clit, creating a wonderful friction.

My back arched as Lars' skilled tongue delved deeper, circling my entrance before plunging inside. He lapped at my inner walls, savoring the taste of my arousal while his nose continued to rub against my sensitive clit. His hands roamed my thighs, gripping and kneading the flesh as he ate me out.

The dual sensations sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body, toes curling and fingers digging into Lars' scalp as I ground against his face.

"Lars..." I moaned, my voice ragged with need. "Don't stop, please."

He doubled his efforts, tongue delving deeper into my clenching channel as his thumb found my swollen clit, rubbing firm circles around the bud. The combined stimulation pushed me rapidly towards the edge, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

"I'm so close." I panted, my thighs trembling as Lars was driving me mercilessly towards climax. And then, with a final swirl of his talented tongue, I shattered. My vision was blurring and body convulsing as my orgasm crashed over me, making me moan loudly.

As the aftershocks subsided, leaving me with shaky legs, Lars steadied me, grabbing onto my hips to keep me upright. He pressed a soft kiss to my wet folds, then slowly stood, his eyes burning with desire.

Turning me to face the cool tile wall, he positioned himself behind me, the swollen head of his cock nudging my entrance. "Brace yourself baby because I'm about to fuck you stupid." Lars growled in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

With a swift, powerful thrust, Lars sheathed himself fully inside me, stretching my sensitive walls deliciously wide. A groan rumbled from his chest as he savored the feel of my tight heat enveloping him.

He began to move, setting a fast pace as he pounded into me with unrestrained ferocity. Each stroke sent a wave of pleasure through my core, the force of his thrusts causing my breasts to jiggle and hands trying desperately to hold onto the slippery tiles in front of me.

Lars reached around, his hand finding my clit and rubbing the sensitive nub in firm circles. The dual assault on my senses quickly had me careening toward another peak, my inner muscles fluttering and clenching around his pistoning shaft.

"Yes, just like that!" I whimpered as I pushed back to meet his relentless rhythm.

As Lars' relentless thrusts continued, I felt the pressure building once again. He sensed my nearing climax, increasing the intensity of his strokes and circling my clit with greater urgency.

With a hoarse moan, Lars buried himself to the hilt and stilled, his hot seed erupting within me. The feeling of him pulsing and throbbing, filling me up, was enough to push me over the edge.

My orgasm hit like a wave, crashing over me with overwhelming intensity. I cried out and my knees nearly gave out from under me. But Lars was there, strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I trembled and convulsed against him.

I leaned heavily against him as he held me securely and for a moment, neither of us moved, simply basking in the afterglow, chests rising and falling in tandem.

Eventually, Lars carefully withdrew from my spent channel, his cum dribbling down my inner thighs. A soft, satisfied smirk played on his lips as he gazed at me, his eyes filled with affection and amusement.

"Let me help you clean up, baby." he offered with a soft smile as he held onto my waist. "You think you can walk?"

"Fuck no." I admitted dramatically. The thought of venturing out for drinks afterward, in my current state, seemed laughable, legs feeling like jelly.

"Oh no, that's too bad." Lars chuckled mischievously, his hand coming to smack my ass lightly, a playful glint in his eyes before he drew me into a tender kiss, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace.

Do you every think like older kirk wold take care of his girl like pleasure her and make her feel safe or love or like he wold go slow for her and or idk my brain is thinking of so much 😭

Omg yes I need that 😭 I think it fits skom era Kirk best 💕

Caring touch

Kirk Hammett x Reader ☆ smut, comfort sex, oral

It had been an awful day, the worst. A day filled with mishaps, frustrations, and disappointments. From the moment I woke up, everything seemed to go wrong.

By the time I finally made it back home, I was exhausted both physically and emotionally. As I entered our bedroom to get ready for a peaceful night in, I could feel the weight of the world on my shoulders.

I kicked off my shoes and slumped down on the bed with a heavy sigh. Kirk looked at me with concern in his eyes, wondering what could have happened, that left me so drained. "What happened, love? You look like you've been through a war," he said softly, sitting down beside me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. How could I put into words the frustration and disappointment that had plagued me from morning until night? But Kirk was always there for me, to listen and offer comfort.

So I began to recount the events of the day, letting out all the pent-up emotions that had been building inside me.

As I spoke, Kirk listened intently, his hand gently rubbing my leg in a soothing gesture. He didn't interrupt, he simply listened, letting me rant.

When I finished, telling him every detail of my miserable day, I looked up at him, feeling a mix of gratitude for his emotional support.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that," he said, his voice filled with compassion. "But I'm here now, and I want to take care of you."

Kirk leaned in closer, his warm breath caressing my cheek as he gazed into my eyes with concern. Slowly, giving me time to pull away if I wished, he closed the distance between us. His soft lips met mine in a gentle, comforting kiss.

For a brief moment, I found myself hesitating, my body tensing slightly. The events of the day still weighed heavily on my mind, making it difficult to fully surrender to the intimate gesture.

Yet as his caring eyes met mine, shimmering with unwavering devotion, something inside me shifted. A quiet voice whispered that, maybe, allowing this tender moment was exactly what my weary soul needed.

Slowly I tilted my chin up to meet him halfway. Kirk's lips brushed against mine, soft and gentle as a butterfly's wing. As our kiss deepened, the tension and stress of the day seemed to slowly melt away.

As our lips parted, Kirk's gaze remained fixed on mine, his eyes now darkened with desire, yet still brimming with deep affection. He spoke, his words a mere whisper that carried the weight of a powerful promise, "I want to make you feel better. Let me take care of you."

With a gentle hand, he reached out to caress my face, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. His touch was light, yet it sent shivers down my spine. His fingers trailed down my neck, then along my collarbone, causing me to shudder involuntarily.

Kirk began to undress me slowly, his hands moving delicately over the fabric of my clothes, peeling them off one by one until only my panties remained.

Kirk's fingers danced across my skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. His warm hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, coaxing them to harden under his touch.

Leaning down, he captured a nipple between his plump lips, suckling gently, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

His mouth trailed downward, kisses dotting a path across my stomach until he reached the waistband of my panties. With deft fingers, he slowly pulled them down. He tossed the delicate fabric aside, his heated gaze drinking in the sight of me laid bare before him.

Kirk settled between my spread legs, his breath hot against my most intimate area. His shoulders pressing against my inner thighs as he looked up at me with smoldering intensity.

Kirk's warm smile was reassuring, his dark brown eyes filled with tenderness and longing. "Just relax for me, okay?" he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

I nodded, unable to form words as I fixated on his face, my heart pounding in anticipation of the intimacy to come.

With a gentle hand, Kirk guided my thighs further apart, creating a comfortable space for himself before he lowered his head, his breath ghosting over my sensitive folds before his mouth made contact.

The first touch of his lips sent a ripple of delight through me, and I felt myself begin to melt into the mattress. Kirk's tongue darted out, tracing the contours of my sex with a feather-light caress that left me gasping.

His tongue delved deeper, exploring every hidden crevice with a sensual curiosity that drove me wild. He lapped at my clit with increasing fervor, the wet sounds of his ministrations filling the room.

My hips bucked reflexively, seeking more of his skilled attention. As he worked me into a frenzy, Kirk added a finger to the mix, sliding it into my clenching heat alongside his tongue.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close as I felt the waves of ecstasy he created. His finger pumped in time with his oral attentions, curling and twisting to hit that sweet spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

Kirk's relentless assault on my senses pushed me to the edge. The combination of his skilled tongue and probing finger proved too much for my overwrought nerves to withstand.

With a soft cry of his name, I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me like a wave. Kirk lapped at my spasming flesh, drinking in every drop of my release.

Only when the tremors subsided did he withdraw, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Oh baby, you did so well. Let me show you how much more you deserve." Rising to his feet, he began to shed his clothes, revealing his tan physique.

Kirk's naked form gleamed in the soft light as he moved towards the bed. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he climbed back onto the mattress, settling his weight atop mine.

For a few heartbeats, we simply breathed together, our chests rising and falling in sync. I could feel the heat of his skin against mine, the steady thrum of his pulse, and the way his hardness pressed insistently against my thigh.

He captured my lips in a searing kiss that stole my breath and set my pulse racing once more. Breaking the embrace, Kirk's eyes searched mine for permission, for consent as his body nestled against mine.

I wrapped my arms around him, welcoming the heat of his skin against mine, the strength of his muscles flexing beneath my fingertips as he sunk deep into my heat.

Kirk's movements were languid, unhurried, as if savoring every moment of our connection. He kissed along my neck, pausing to nibble at the sensitive spots he knew drove me wild.

Each touch was a whispered promise of pleasure and satisfaction. As he gently rocked against me, the drag of his length against my soft folds sent jolts of electricity through my body.

I arched up to meet him, desperate for more of that exquisite friction. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, two pieces of a puzzle fitting together seamlessly.

As he picked up pace, Kirk angled himself just right, hitting that spot deep inside that had me seeing stars. I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in even deeper, wanting to be consumed by him utterly.

Kirk's movements became more urgent, his thrusts growing deeper and more insistent as he listened intently to my soft moans of pleasure. Our hands intertwined above my head as I could feel the tension coiling tighter within me.

Kirk's gaze never wavered from mine, his eyes blazing with desire. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice low and husky. "Let me see you come apart for me."

Hearing his words and feeling his gentle but intense thrusts continue, I felt the dam break within me. A moan tore from my throat as I came, my body trembling beneath him. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me breathless and in bliss.

Through half-lidded eyes, I watched Kirk's face contort in delight as he found his own release. His soft groans mingled with my faint gasps and when the last tremors subsided, he leaned down, capturing my lips in a loving kiss.

Pulling back, Kirk gazed at me with an expression of profound affection, his chest still heaving with exertion. With a careful withdrawal, he settled his body beside mine, wrapping his strong arms around me in a protective embrace.

Kirk chuckled softly as he held me against his chest and pressed feather-light kisses to my forehead, my eyes meeting his as he smiled softly. "Feeling better, baby?"

I nodded, a smile playing on my lips as I snuggled closer to Kirk's warmth.

"I'm feeling much better, you always know just what I need."

The comforting weight of his arms around me chased away all the tension and worry from the day, replaced by a sense of peace and happiness in his embrace.

Pressing another tender kiss to my forehead, Kirk murmured, "Good, that's my girl." His thumb brushed lightly over my cheekbones. Our eyes locked, and in their depths, I saw only love and devotion.

cloud 9

Hiii can you do a part 2 of forbidden encounter

Happy about your request, I hope you like it, tried my best 🥰

Forbidden Encounter 2

After your last secret encounter James invites you to a party at his house where you end up having another spicy adventure in his garden shed.

Read Part 1

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ Smut, age gap

It was a perfect summer day, the sun shining brightly in the sky and a gentle breeze blowing through the air. You had been invited to a BBQ party at James' house, and you couldn't wait to see him again after your last encounter. As you arrive at the party, you can hear the sound of laughter and chatter coming from the garden where everyone was gathered. You walk over to join the bunch of people, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness at being around James again.

You spot him standing by the grill, chatting with some friends. He looks handsome as ever, his tattooed arms peeking from his shirt as he takes care of lighting up the barbecue with a big smile on his face as he talks. You can't help but feel a flutter in your chest as you make your way over to him. He turns to face you as you approach, his smile widening at the sight of you.

"Hey, there you are," he says, reaching out to give you a quick hug. "I'm so glad you could make it."

You return his hug, feeling a rush of warmth at his touch and the smell of his perfume intoxicates your mind . You can't deny the chemistry between the two of you, and being in his presence only heightens your feelings.

"Hey James. Do you need help with anything?" You speak, offering your assistance.

James looks over at you with a knowing smile. "No, it's alright. Just sit back and relax."

You nod, feeling a little guilty for not making yourself useful. "Are you sure? I don't mind helping out."

He shakes his head, waving you off. "No, no. I've got it under control. Why don't you go grab a drink and enjoy yourself? The grill won't be ready for a little while."

You hesitate for a moment, but eventually relent. "Alright, if you're sure. I'll go grab a drink then."

You shrug and walk inside to the large kitchen, chatting with some friends before grabbing a drink from the cooler pouring the inside into a plastic cup.

Once a beverage in hand, you head out into the garden where the party is in full swing. The sound of laughter and chatter surround you as you scan the crowd for familiar faces.

You spot your dad talking animatedly with Lars and another friend. You make your way over to them, a smile on your face as you greet them both. Lars pulls you in a quick hug and smiles. "Hey! You like to hang with the old farts huh? Or just making sure your old man stays out of trouble?" Lars jokes and your dad smacks his head jokingly with a playful glare making you laugh. "Maybe I do. James invited me so I came." You shrug with a smile, playing it cool but you can feel your dads eyes watching you curiously.

As you chat, you can't help but steal glances at James from across the yard and your mind keeps drifting back to your past experience. You try to push the thoughts of James aside as you focus on enjoying the party.

As the day wears on, the smell of grilled meat fills the air, signaling that food was soon to be ready. You find yourself getting hungry, your stomach growling in anticipation of the delicious food that awaits you.

Seeing James standing alone in front of the grill, you can't help but admire the way he looks so focused and skilled as he flips the steaks. You make your way over and casually lean against the counter next to him, fiddling with the cup in your hand as the delicious smell of food fills your nostrils.

"Wow, look at that meat," you say, trying to break the silence between the both of you.

James raises an eyebrow and smirks as he follows your eyes wandering between the food and his arms, "Are you talking about the steaks or my arms?"

You blush at his teasing tone, feeling a bit flustered as you stammer, "Uh, I mean, both. The steaks look delicious, and your arms are… impressive."

He chuckles and turns his attention back to the grill, flipping the steaks with ease. "Thanks, I've been working out a lot lately. Gotta stay in shape for the younger generation."

You can't help but admire him, feeling a warmth spreading through you as you watch him in action. "You're really good at this, James. I'm impressed by your skills."

He glances over at you, a soft smile playing on his lips as he chuckles. "Thanks, but it's easy when you have good company to cook for. Plus it's a bonus when the person I'm cooking for is as gorgeous as you."

You blush at his compliment, feeling your cheeks warm at the way he was looking at you. You can't deny the attraction you feel towards him, the way your heart races whenever he was near. Maybe this barbecue was more than just a friendly gathering after all.

As James finishes the majority of his cooking, you begin to plate up the food, setting everything up on a table next to the grill. He hands you a plate with a smile and places a perfect looking steak on top, his eyes meeting yours in a silent exchange that speaks volumes. "Thanks for the help. Enjoy."

As the sun begins to set, the scent of food fills the air as friends and family gather around the barbecue. James had been manning the grill all afternoon but now he finally took a break to join the festivities.

The music is loud, the drinks are flowing, and laughter fills the air. Everyone is in high spirits as they enjoy the delicious spread of food that has been prepared. James can't help but smile as he watches his loved ones chatting and laughing, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of the sunset.

As the evening wore on, the party only seemed to get livelier. People start dancing, moving to the beat of the music and letting loose.

James watches you all evening, waiting for the perfect moment to steal you away from the crowd without anyone noticing. He sees his opportunity as you make your way to the buffet to get another quick snack.

Just as you reach for some bread, James appears at your side, his hand gently wrapping around your wrist. Startled, you turn to face him, only to find yourself being pulled away from the party and into the shadows of the nearby garden shed.

Confusion and excitement wars within you as James presses you against the closed door of the shed, his eyes filled with hunger and longing. In the dim light, you can see the intensity of his gaze, the way his chest rises and falls with each breath.

"I missed you." James whispers, his voice low and husky. The words hang in the air between you, charged with emotion and desire.

Without a word, James leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel his warm breath against your skin, sending a rush of electricity through your body.

And then his lips are on yours, soft and urgent, pouring out all the pent-up emotions he had been keeping hidden. You melt into his embrace, feeling the heat of his touch searing through you.

James' hands wanders up your hips, squeezing them roughly as he pulls your body tight against his.

You moan into the kiss as you feel James' hardness pressing into your stomach. You know what he wants and are more than eager to give it to him. With a growl, James pulls away, looking into your eyes with a mixture of lust and intensity.

"You want more, don't you, baby?" James growls, his breath hot on your face. "Wanna get fucked nice and hard just like last time?" You nod, biting your lip as a shiver runs down your spine.

James forcefully swings you around before he bends you over a large storage box in the corner of the shed. The box was sturdy and at the perfect height to expose your ass which James immediately starts groping.

"Such a beautiful sight," James mutters as he slaps your ass, making you gasp. "I've been thinking about this ass ever since I last had it."

He slides his hand between your legs, rubbing you through your thin shorts. You arch your back, pushing your ass back against James' groin as you let out a moan.

"Take these off," James orders, pulling at your shorts. You lift your hips, allowing him to peel them down your legs, along with your lacy panties, leaving you completely exposed.

You feel the cool air on your wet pussy and instinctively spread your legs, giving James full access. He takes advantage, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he slips two fingers inside you, eliciting a loud moan from you.

"Such a little slut for me, aren't you?" James teases, pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping hole. "I bet you've been thinking about my cock ever since the last time I fucked you senseless."

You whimper and nod vigorously. James leans down, his hot breath on your ear as he nibbles on your earlobe.

"I'm going to fill that tight pussy up again," he whispers. "Gonna stretch you out and make you cum all over my cock."

With that, James stands and removes his digits before he pulls down his pants and lines his throbbing dick up with your waiting hole. He grasps your hips and slowly slides himself into you, moaning at the tightness that envelopes him.

You bite your lip to stifle a scream as you feel James fill you up. James starts to thrust slowly, pulling out until just the tip of his cock remains inside before slamming back into you.

"Fuck, you feel so good," James groans, picking up the pace. "Tight little pussy was made for my cock."

Your moans fill the shed as James pounds into you. Your juices flowing freely, coating James' shaft with each deep thrust.

"That's it, baby, you gonna cum for me?"James pants, feeling your pussy clench around him.

As if on command, your body trembles, your orgasm washing over you as you cry out James' name, muffled by his large hand. Feeling your pussy pulsate around him sends James over the edge, and with a few more sharp thrusts, he unloads his hot cum deep inside you.

As his orgasm subsides, James wraps his arms around you. He kisses you then, a deep, passionate kiss that speaks of his gratitude and desire. Breaking the kiss, he nuzzles your neck, his breath warm on your skin as he whispers, "Damn, woman, you are incredible."

James pulls out, his spent cock twitching as he watches his cum leak out of you. He smacks your ass playfully, causing you to jump.

"That's what I like to see," he says with a satisfied smile. "My cum dripping out of that sweet pussy."

You turn your head, giving James a cheeky grin. "This our thing now?"

James laughs, pulling you to your feet and kissing you. "Dirty little thing," he growls against your lips.

You shiver as James pulls away, already looking forward to the next time you could sneak away and continue your heated affair.

Facing him, you bit your lip. James notices the gesture, and a grin spreads across his face. "You've got that look in your eye, baby. What are you thinking about?"

"Why the shed though? You got no bedroom?" You joke playfully, making James chuckle. "Where's the fun in that?", before he gets dressed and kisses you before pulling you to your feet.

Reaching down, he picks up your shorts, crumpled on the floor where they had been hastily discarded earlier. "Get dressed, baby. I'm sure someone noticed our absence by now." Though he spoke of caution, you both knew the risk only added to the thrill.

You take the offered shorts and step into them, feeling the material slide over your sensitive skin, still buzzing from the orgasms James had coaxed from you.

Once dressed you both knew your secret affair wasn't over yet. There were more pleasures to be had, more boundaries to push, and you were eager to explore every delicious possibility together.

OH MY GOD

Okay I got one

90sJason x masculine!reader (whether the reader is a tomboy, is actually a guy, whatever, I leave that up to you, and whatever era of Jason from the 90s is up to you) (frankly as a more masculine person, we do not get enough masc!reader content 😭)

Jason finally introduces you to the guys and they all make fun of him for dating someone who’s so masculine and it starts to make the reader insecure and worried that they may be too masculine and even worries it may be affecting how Jason feels about them entirely

So the reader starts to present more feminine in hopes it’ll get the guys off of Jason’s back and hopefully makes Jason more attracted to the reader but he finally notices and they talk it out and they live happily ever after and all that fun stuff

Light angst, emotional hurt/comfort, and fluffy stuff (cause we love Jason in this house)

Thank you for the request, this took me forever because my life was chaotic 🥲💙

His kind of beautiful

Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ fluff, angst, comfort

I happily held Jason's hand as he led me into the studio. I had been dating him for a few months, but this was the first time he was introducing me to the rest of the band. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous about what they would think of me.

Being a total tomboy, I was always more comfortable in jeans and t-shirt than in a dress and heels. I didn't fit the image of the dolled-up chicks that surrounded the band 24/7.

As we walked into the room, they stared at me like I was a fish in a bowl, their gazes lingering on my outfit and appearance.

"Hey guys, this is Y/N, my girlfriend I have been talking about." Jason said, breaking the silence.

The boys nodded in acknowledgment, but their expressions remained unreadable. I tried to ignore their scrutiny as I greeted them, but the vibe in the room felt off and I felt like an outsider in their world, like I didn't belong among them.

I tried to make small talk, but the conversation felt forced and stilted.

As the evening went on, I couldn't shake the feeling of being judged by the band. I felt self-conscious and out of place, like I was intruding their territory and wondered if Jason had made a mistake bringing me here.

Later, excusing myself, I headed towards the bathroom. On my way back, I approached the door to the studio and my feet stopped moving as I heard my name and listened intently to the conversation.

"Hey Newkid! Don't want to be mean but, I actually am a bit scared of your new girl." James spoke, a laugh rumbling in his chest and my heart sank.

"Yea, she looks so masculine, makes me wonder if you're batting for the other team secretly." Lars put in his two cents.

The words were like a punch to the gut. I felt a surge of anger, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of humiliation. I wanted to disappear, to rewind the day and go home, safe in my own little world where my appearance didn't invite judgement.

I stood frozen, hidden from view, listening as they dissected me. Their words chipped away at my confidence, confirming my deepest insecurities. Maybe I didn't belong in Jason's world. Maybe I was too different.

I felt overwhelmed by their mean words, wanting nothing but to escape the studio and leave. Bracing myself, I opened the door, silencing the guys immediately with my presence.

Facing Jason with a fake smile, I made up an excuse to leave before I turned and walked out of there, the weight of their words heavy on my shoulders.

As I stepped outside, the cool night air hit me and I took a deep breath. I didn't want Jason to know what I had overheard, but the pain and anger were hard to shake.

The moment I was home, the carefully constructed composure crumbled as I slammed the door shut and leaned against it with a sigh.

Then, like a moth to a flame, I drifted to the mirror in the hallway. I stared at my reflection – the short choppy dark hair, bold tattoos covering my arms like a sleeve, I eschewed bold makeup, opting instead for a natural look that accentuated neither my assets nor my flaws with lashes thin and unimpressive.

Physically, I was athletic with rather muscular arms and shoulders but hardly curvaceous and my small breasts were practically nonexistent without a bra. Masculine. Yes, they were right.

Tears welled up, blurring my reflection. Was I not good enough? Was I not feminine enough? Jason was amazing, kind, talented and good-looking and I was… this. The band, his friends, they clearly disapproved and their casual cruelty echoed in my head.

A deep, unsettling feeling settled in my stomach. I wanted to be accepted, to belong, especially in Jason’s world. And right then, staring at my reflection, a desperate thought took root. I needed to change. I needed to be what they, what Jason, expected or I would never fit in.

•••

The following days, I made the effort to rework my identity. I traded in my baggy pants and tees for short dresses and tight fitted jeans that hugged my figure, and heels that made me taller, more elegant, and most importantly, prettier for Jason.

My nails were painted in glossy red and I even dared to wear the bold lip color I'd previously shied away from. Each day, I took longer to prepare, convinced that each alteration would earn the approval I craved.

One night I stood in front of the mirror, barely recognizing the person staring back at me. A tight black mini dress hugged my soft curves, the heels made me feel like a completely different woman and my features were accentuated with smokey eyes and red lips as I tried to shake off the feeling of insecurity that had been plaguing me since I overheard the band's conversation.

The words had cut deep, and I had found myself wondering if I was really the right person for Jason. But as I looked at my reflection, I felt a sense of confidence and I was ready to face Jason and the band, to show them that I could be feminine and beautiful.

As I walked into the bar that night, Jason's eyes widened in admiration. "Y/N, wow..." he breathed, his gaze roaming over my new look. "You look... amazing." He took my hand, pulling me close, and I could see the wonder in his eyes. But I also saw a hint of curiosity, a question that he didn't quite know how to ask.

The band was just as shocked, their eyes fixated on me as if they were seeing me for the first time. I could sense their guilt, their realization that they had been talking about me behind my back. But as they looked at me now, I could see the attraction in their eyes, the admiration for the person I had become for tonight.

When I sat down and joined the group, the conversation was a little stilted at first. But as the drinks flowed, the band began to open up, complimenting me on my new look and I could see the sincerity in their eyes, the regret for their previous words.

Jason, on the other hand, seemed a little reserved. He kept looking at me, his eyes searching for the person he knew, the natural beauty he fell in love with, wondering if there was a reason for the sudden change of appearance.

As the days turned into weeks, I found myself growing increasingly self-conscious about my new image. It wasn't just about making Jason more attracted to me anymore. I had become fixated on maintaining this idealized version of femininity at all costs.

Jason couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that something had triggered this drastic change in me. He recalled the snide remarks made by his bandmates, the condescending tone when referring to my looks. Could I have overheard those hurtful words? The thought alone made Jason's blood boil with indignation and concern.

One evening, as we were preparing dinner together, Jason finally mustered the courage to confront me directly. His expression was a mix of curiosity and apprehension as he cleared his throat to speak.

"Hey, there's something I've been wanting to ask you." Jason began, his eyes searching mine intently. "What brought on this...new you? The way you dress, the way you carry yourself..."

"What do you mean? I'm still the same person, Jason. Maybe I just wanted to try something new?" I asked, playing dumb, even though I knew exactly what he was getting at.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, you look great, but it's like you're trying to be someone else." Jason replied.

"Well maybe I am..."  I said, busying myself with chopping vegetables.

"Y/N, what's going on? Did something happen that I don't know about?" Jason's persistence was unwavering as he probed deeper, seeking answers to the mystery that had consumed him.

I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But the genuine concern in his voice made me open up. "It's just...I guess I feel like I needed to prove something."

"To prove something? What do you mean by that?" Jason pressed, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"I overheard your bandmates talking about me the day you took me to the studio and they weren't very kind about my appearance..." My voice trailed off as painful memories resurfaced. "The things they said, the way they laughed..."

Jason's face darkened with anger at the remembrance. "They are idiots. They don't know the first thing about you or what makes you beautiful."

"But their words stuck with me and I've been wondering if maybe they were right..." My voice trailed off, setting down the knife I had been using to chop vegetables.

I hesitated, struggling to articulate the complex emotions swirling within me. "I think...I think I wanted to show everyone,  including myself, that I could be desirable, beautiful. That I deserved to be accepted and appreciated."

Jason's expression softened, understanding dawning upon him. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently tilt my chin up so I had to meet his gaze.

"Y/N, listen to me." Jason said softly, his thumb caressing my cheek. "You are absolutely gorgeous, just the way you are. Inside and out. My bandmates are idiots who don't know anything about true beauty."

"I just felt so self conscious after hearing their words and it just made me think that I'm not good enough for you, and I decided to change into a pretty version of me."

"Baby no, I fell in love with YOU, not some idealized image you feel pressured to project." Jason's other hand came up to cup my face tenderly.

His heartfelt words washed over me, soothing the deep-seated insecurities that had driven me to transform myself. His sincere affection filled me with a sense of calm and security I hadn't experienced in weeks.

"You're telling the truth, aren't you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I searched Jason's eyes for any hint of deception.

"Yes, every word," he assured me.

"I loved you before, and I love you now."

He leaned in closer, his forehead resting against mine. "You never need to change a thing about yourself for anyone, least of all me. I cherish every part of you, flaws and all, ok?"

His warm breath was ghosting across my lips as he whispered, "You're perfect, sweetheart. Don't let anyone make you feel otherwise. Some fleeting opinion does not define your worth."

In that moment, surrounded by Jason's warmth and tenderness, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. The pressure to conform to an unrealistic standard dissipated, replaced by a newfound confidence in my own unique identity.

I wrapped my arms around Jason, pulling him closer as I buried my face in the crook of his neck. "Thank you." I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. "For seeing me, truly seeing me, and for reminding me of my worth."

"You know what?" Jason smiled, his hands wandering appreciatively over my body. "I think you're sexier than ever, just like this. No makeup, no fancy dresses, just you in your natural state."

Without waiting for a response, Jason scooped me up into his strong arms, carrying me towards our bedroom with a playful grin and I couldn't help but giggle and smile, happy to be with someone who could see my true beauty. "Come on, sweetheart. Let me worship every inch of you tonight."

- Nothing Else Matters live segment of Kirk in ‘The Drum’, an Australian TV show, where Metallica is interviewed in 1998 -  

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Shoreline Amphitheatre, 22 Jul 1994

his beautiful neck