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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."

heyyy you write beautifully for current James and I was wondering can I request one, if that’s alright please? They both are best friends knowing each other since they were born(they both are famous rockstars) After James divorce the reader comforts him (you can add the smut part here if you want 🙈) James realized that she was the one who he should marry not his ex wife. Feel free to add something else🖤🖤🖤

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Blind

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ smut, friends to lovers

You and James had been best friends since childhood. Growing up together, you shared everything from secrets to dreams. Both of you had a passion for music, and as you got older, you both pursued your dreams of becoming rockstars.

You found success with your band, while James found fame with his own. Despite being in different bands, you remained close friends, always supporting each other through the ups and downs of the music industry.

When James went through a tough divorce, you were there for him every step of the way. You listened to him vent and reminded him of his worth. You were his rock during his darkest days, and he couldn't have been more grateful for your unwavering support.

As time passed, James began to see you in a different light. He realized that you were the one who had always been there for him, the one who truly understood him and cared for him. He started to see that you were the one he should have married, not his ex-wife, realizing that he was slowly falling in love with you over all these years.

One day, as you were sitting together backstage, after a show, your band being the opening act for Metallica. The energy from the show still buzzing in the air.

James let out a sigh, running a hand through his sweaty silver hair  "Man, that was a killer show. Thanks for being a part of it." You smiled with a hand on his shoulder. "Of course, James. Today was so great. You guys were amazing as always."

He nodded, but you could see the weight of something else on his shoulders. "What's on your mind? You seem a little off."

James hesitated for a moment before opening up. "It's just...my divorce. It's been weighing on me a lot lately. I thought I was okay, but it's still hard, you know?"

You nodded sympathetically, knowing how tough it must be for him. "I'm here for you, James. You know that, right?"

He smiled gratefully, but then his expression turned serious. "There's something else I need to tell you, though. Something I've been keeping to myself for a while now." You raised an eyebrow, curious. "What is it?"

James took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours. "I...I have feelings for you. More than just friendship. I've been trying to ignore it, but it's been eating away at me."

You were taken aback, not expecting this confession. But as you looked into his eyes, you saw the sincerity and vulnerability there. And at that moment, you realized that maybe he always secretly had the same feelings for you as you had for him. Wondering if you could have been married to him all this time instead of his ex-wife, sparing him the difficult divorce. But perhaps the divorce was needed to make space for something new.

"I...I don't know what to say, James," you stammered, feeling a rush of emotions. "I never knew you felt that way."

He reached out, taking your hand in his. "I understand if you don't feel the same. I just had to tell you. I couldn't keep it inside any longer."

You squeezed his hand, feeling a warmth spreading through you. "James, I...I think I feel the same way. I did for a long time, actually. I never thought you would like me in that way."

A smile spread across his face, relief evident in his eyes. "Really? You mean it?" You nodded, feeling a weight lifting off your chest. "Yes, James. I mean it."

And in that moment, backstage after a show, you and James shared a tender, heartfelt moment that would change the course of your friendship forever. Love had been hiding in the shadows, but now it was out in the open, ready to be embraced.

James smiled even more, sitting closer until you were mere inches from his body, his hand resting on your knee. He looked into your eyes, blushing. After a pause, he spoke up, his voice soft as though he was testing the waters. “I don't know what to say, um...maybe I...Can I... do something?”

You look into his blue eyes, managing a nod. James smiled tenderly, a little nervous, and lifted one of his hands to cup the side of your face, gently caressing your skin with his thumb. Without another word, James leaned in and kissed me, his lips soft and tender against mine. The kiss quickly deepened, igniting a fire within me that I had never felt before.

James hummed into the kiss, enjoying it more than he could ever imagine, which caused him to pull you closer against his body until you were pressed flush, almost no space between you two. He softly nibbled on your lower lip, silently asking for permission to continue further.

You felt your body temperature heat up and parted your lips as James slowly slipped his tongue into your mouth, his hands now gripping your hips firmly, pulling you to him. His tongue explored your mouth hungrily, a low hum reverberating in his chest.

You melt into him, now desperate for more. James continued to kiss you, his hands gripped your hips, almost possessively now, as his tongue began to gently and slowly swirl around your own. His mind was filled with you, and nothing but you. He slowly pushed you backwards until your back hit the soft cushions of the sofa.

You let out a sigh and wrapped your arms around his neck as James' body hovered over yours, strong tattooed arms kept you locked in place.

James broke the kiss for a moment, his breathing coming out in short, shallow breaths as he looked down at you, his eyes slowly raking over your form. "You're so beautiful...was so blind..." He was panting slightly, his cheeks flushed, as he lowered his head towards your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses from your jawline down to your collarbone, all the while hardening in his pants.

"Should have told you years ago, I'm sorry..." You whispered, running your fingers through his silver locks. James mumbled against your skin, his words low and his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck.

He began to leave a trail of small, gentle nips and kisses across your collarbone, his hands slowly making their way down to grip the back of your thighs. “Nevermind that... ‘m gonna make up for lost time now...”

James groaned low against your skin when you wrapped your thigh around his waist. One of his hands quickly slipped underneath it, his fingers gripping the back of it to hold you in place against him. He left a trail of kisses up the underside of your jaw, reaching your ear, and nipping at the soft lobe, gently pulling it between his teeth, his hips shifting to press against your core.

"Mhm James, I need to feel all of you...waited so long..." James groaned softly against your neck before he quickly lifted his head to look down at you. His eyes roamed over your face, taking in the sight of you. He was panting, his breath coming in shallow gasps now. “Are you sure? I don’t know if I can stop once I start, princess...”

"I don't know if I want you to stop once you start." You smiled and watched him expectantly. James looked at you for just a moment before he gently cups one side of your face with his large hand, his thumb caressing your cheek gently.

He lent down and presses a soft, slow kiss to your lips, all while his other hand slowly slides under the hem of your shirt, his fingers slowly skimming over the soft skin at your waist. When he pulled away from the kiss, he whispered against your lips. “You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart.”

James slowly began to pull your shirt up, exposing more of your skin, all while his mouth began to leave a trail of kisses down the new bared skin, stopping to remove the piece of clothing from you, throwing it aside.

He looked down at your bra for a moment before he gently palmed your breast through the fabric until his other hand snaked around to your back to undo the hook of your bra. “God… I’ve imagined seeing you like this… so many times… couldn’t get the sight out of my mind…”

James gently slipped your bra off and quickly tossed it somewhere, his eyes slowly raking over your bare chest. He swallowed thickly before he looked back at you, his breath catching in his throat for a moment. “You're perfect."

You shivered once the cool air hit your naked chest, nipples standing tall in anticipation. James slowly lowered his head to your chest, his gaze never leaving your own as he began to lay a trail of open-mouthed kisses and gentle nips along your collarbone, down the center of your chest, his hands squeezing you gently, followed by a pause to undress from the sweaty shirt he's wearing adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor.

He kicked off his boots before opening his leather pants to undress, before he placed hungry kisses on your belly. James warm breath caressed your skin, you felt a shiver run down your spine. His gentle kisses left a path of tingling desire in their wake.

When he reached the waistband of your shorts, he paused, seeking silent consent. Your body was arching subtly into his touch, as if begging him to proceed. With a soft hum of approval, James eased your zipper down, his fingers grazing the sensitive flesh beneath. He peeled back the fabric, revealing the lacy edges of your panties. A slow, sensual smile spreads across his face as he pulls the heeled boots from your feet, followed by your shorts.

You watched his every move, impatiently waiting to finally feel all of the man you always dreamed of. James admired the sight before leaning down to place a soft kiss right above your clit, through the lace, making you wetter by the second.

The delicate lace of your panties was no barrier to James's questing mouth. He pressed tender kisses against the damp fabric, his breath hot and enticing against your most intimate area. Each kiss sent ripples of pleasure coursing through your body, making you squirm restlessly beneath him. The friction of the lace against your swollen clit heightened your sensitivity, and you couldn't suppress a needy whimper as your hips lift involuntarily, seeking more contact. "James, please, I need you."

James chuckled low in his throat as his hands slid up your thighs, thumbs brushing against the outer lips of your sex through the thin material. Slowly, almost reverently, he begun to peel away the lacy barrier, exposing your glistening folds to his eager gaze.

He discarded his boxers with haste, freeing his impressive length from its confines. It sprang forth, thick and hard. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him, your tongue darting out to wet suddenly dry lips. He looked magnificent, all sinewy muscle and raw masculinity. When he wrapped one large hand around his shaft, giving himself a slow stroke from base to tip, you couldn't tear your gaze away.

The movement was mesmerizing, his calloused palm gliding over velvety skin. He pumped himself languidly, his thumb swirling around the leaking head, smearing the clear fluid. All the while, his heated gaze remained locked on yours, dark with promise and barely restrained hunger.

"Up to your expectations, sweetheart? Tell me, do you want this?" James hovered over you, hot and ready.

Without breaking eye contact, you reached up and grasped James's firm buttocks, pulling him closer until the tip of his cock nudges against your slick folds. "Give me what I wanted for so long."

Your words, laced with longing and yearning, serve as a catalyst for the intense moment about to unfold. With a sigh, James lined up with your entrance before sheathing himself within your welcoming heat. A collective gasp echoed through the room as he fills you completely, his girth stretching your inner walls deliciously.

For a fleeting instant, you remained still, savoring the sensation of being utterly joined. Then, with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, James began to move. Each stroke was a masterful blend of tenderness and passion, designed to stoke the flames of your desire to a fever pitch.

As he picked up pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, punctuated by your breathy moans and James's guttural groans.

Your body responded instinctively to James's rhythmic thrusts, undulating beneath him as waves of pleasure began to crest. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed, so deeply connected to another, was almost overwhelming in its intensity.

With each powerful stroke, James seemed to hit that sweet spot inside you, sending jolts of electricity coursing through your veins. Your nails dig into his back, urging him on as you lost yourself in the relentless build of ecstasy.

James's hands roamed your curves possessively, one palm cupping your breast while the other teases your clit. His touch was electric, every caress heightening the ardor between you until you were both panting and straining towards the precipice of climax.

"Oh fuck, Jamie. I'm coming..." Your breathy cry of impending release spurred James on, his hips pistoning faster as he drives into you with renewed vigor.

"I've got you," James rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own orgasm. "Let go, sweetheart. Come for me."

His thumb on your clit rubbed tight circles around the swollen nub as he continues to pound into you. The dual sensations prove too much, and with a keening wail, you tumble over the edge into oblivion.

Wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over you, your inner muscles clamping down around James's shaft as you convulse beneath him.

James' body tensed, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as he buries himself to the hilt within you. His hot seed pulsed forth in powerful spurts, filling you to the brim as he rides out the intense climax.

For a few moments, you remained entwined, caught in the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. James' face was a mask of satisfaction, his eyes closed as he savors the feeling of your warmth enveloping him. You could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your own, a soothing counterpoint to the chaos of emotions swirling inside you.

Slowly, James pulled out, his softening member slipping free with a wet sound. A tender smile played on his lips as he brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "I was a blind man, very blind..."

"And I was just plain stupid to not tell you what I feel..." As you lay there, breathless and spent, you knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together. Despite the challenges and obstacles that lay ahead, you were certain that your love would conquer all.

And as you held each other close, you whispered, "I love you, James. I always will." And in that moment, you knew that you were meant to be together, now and forever.

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.

Hii Val, was wondering if you could do a Kirk smut, maybe distracting him as he's playing guitar??

This turned out to be quite long, hopefully this is what you had in mind 😊

Chords of desire

Kirk Hammett x Reader ☆ smut, light degradation

On a lazy and rainy Sunday afternoon, the sound of Kirk's guitar filled the cozy living room. He sat on the couch, his fingers moving swiftly across the strings, his brow furrowed in concentration. As I watched him from afar, I couldn't help but smile at his determination.

Occasionally, a swear word would escape his lips as he messed up a note or a riff. I chuckled to myself, knowing that Kirk was a perfectionist when it came to his music. He would never admit it, but I could tell that he was getting frustrated with himself.

I debated whether to suggest that he take a break, but I knew he would just brush off my suggestion in that moment of creativity striking. Kirk was the type of person who would push himself to the limit, constantly striving to improve and perfect his craft.

The rain continued to patter against the window, creating a soothing backdrop to Kirk's music. The room was filled with a sense of calm and contentment, despite Kirk's occasional outbursts of frustration.

I watched as he closed his eyes, lost in the music he was creating. His fingers danced across the strings, creating beautiful melodies that filled the room.

As Kirk sat there, playing guitar, he looked beautiful with his eyes closed, soft features focusing on the melody that came from the instrument in his hands and I couldn't help but admire him, feeling a familiar need and craving for him coming up inside of me as I kept watching my boyfriend.

Feeling bored with nothing to do, I imagined what me and Kirk could be doing instead of him being occupied by his holy grail and I bit my lip as I kept peering at him, horniness now added to my boredom.

With each strum of the guitar strings, Kirk's fingers danced across the fretboard with a rhythmic precision that seemed almost hypnotic to watch. The high notes reverberated through the air, mingling with the scent of freshly brewed coffee from the kitchen.

His profile was a study in concentration, the occasional wisp of dark hair brushing against his cheeks.

Lost in the music, Kirk remained oblivious to my intense gaze, my mind racing with fantasies of how I'd rather have him occupied - perhaps tangled in the sheets, his body slick with sweat as I explored every inch of him. A flush crept up my neck, heat pooling between my thighs as my imagination ran wild.

A smirk suddenly appeared on my face as I made my way over to the sofa where Kirk sat with his guitar, stopping behind him. I gently wrapped my arms around his neck, making him stop mid-riff.

"Baby, I'm kind of occupied right now." He told me, no intend to remove the instrument from his hands.

"I know, but I'm bored." I pouted as my lips found his neck, placing a tender kiss on his exposed skin.

Kirk couldn't help but sigh as I began to pepper his neck with kisses, his fingers pausing over the strings as I continued my little attack on him. "Hey, I'm trying to practice, we have a gig in two days."

"I know, but I'm sure you could use a little break don't you?" I tried again but Kirk was stubborn and shook his head.

Kirk's resistance only seemed to fuel my desire, the challenge of getting him to put down his beloved guitar. My kisses trailed up his neck, breath hot against his ear as I whispered, "Come on, Kirk, just ten minutes. I promise I won't distract you for too long."

Despite my coaxing, Kirk remained steadfast, his grip on the instrument unyielding. I could sense the tension in his body, a battle between his dedication to the music and the undeniable pull of my touch. It was almost enough to make me give up...almost.

Instead, I decided to take a different approach. I shifted to bypass the sofa and took a seat right next to Kirk, getting comfortable, propping my head up as I watched him with a smirk.

Seeing me sit down beside him, Kirk's focus wavered for just a split second before he quickly regained it, not wanting to let me break his concentration. He felt my eyes on him, watching every move he made, studying him.

The way I was smirking didn't go unnoticed either. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly upwards into a small smile that was quickly suppressed. Despite the nervousness bubbling within him, he kept playing, his fingers dancing across the strings with practiced ease.

Kirk glanced over at me again, his gaze lingering longer this time. My proximity was making it harder for him to concentrate, but he refused to give in. "Babe, I told you I need to practice. Whatever you want right now can wait."

"Alright, then I just stay here and watch."

I said and tried to behave for the moment, waiting for Kirk to continue his essential task before teasingly sliding a hand up his thigh.

Kirk sighed deeply, his frustration evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted uncomfortably under my touch, feeling a mix of annoyance and anticipation. His fingers continued their rhythmic dance across the guitar strings, the soft melody filling the room.

His mind however was elsewhere, on my teasing hand slowly creeping up his thigh.

Kirk gave me a stern look, lips set in a firm line as he reached out, placing his hand over mine. He gave it a firm squeeze, a silent warning for me to back off. "This is the last warning."

Kirk maintained his composure, the stern look never leaving his face. Yet, despite his words, there was a hint of anticipation in his voice.

Testing the waters to tease him even more, I pushed my body closer to his, pressing myself against his side. My free hand moved up to his chest, nails lightly dragging across his shirt as I leaned in closer. My lips brushed against his ear as I whispered, "Or what? What are you going to do, stop playing?"

My other hand continued its upward journey, moving higher on his thigh until it was dangerously close to the bulge forming in his pants covered by the instrument in his lap.

"Okay, enough!" Kirk suddenly stopped plucking the strings and grabbed my wrist harshly with a threatening expression before putting his guitar aside. "Since you're that fucking needy, get on your knees."

My eyes widened at Kirk's abrupt command, but a thrill of excitement coursed through me as I quickly complied, sinking to my knees in front of him on the carpeted floor.

As I gazed up at him, Kirk's gaze was intense, a mix of dominance and desire. His free hand reached out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch surprisingly gentle considering the stern tone he'd used earlier. "Look at me," he commanded quietly.

When I met his eyes, he tilted my chin up with his thumb, studying my face intently. After a moment, he leaned down, his lips hovering just inches from mine.

"That's what you wanted, right? Choking on my fucking dick," he murmured against my mouth.

Kirk's words sent a shiver down my spine and I nodded, the raw lust in his voice making my core clench with anticipation. As he spoke, his hand deftly unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his jeans. He pulled them and his boxers down just enough to free his throbbing erection, not bothering to remove the garments fully.

The thick length sprang forth and Kirk wrapped his fingers around it, giving himself a few slow strokes as he continued to hold my gaze captive. "Open wide, baby," he growled, guiding his cock toward my parted lips. "Take every inch like a good and needy girl."

The dominant command in his tone left no room for argument and I pushed my lips down his shaft, slowly with just the right amount of pressure to leave him gasping at my eagerness.

Kirk's sharp intake of breath rewarded my careful technique as my warm, wet mouth enveloped his cock. Moaning low in his throat, Kirk tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding me along his impressive length.

I relaxed my throat, allowing him to slide deeper into the silky constriction. Each inch felt thicker than the last, stretching my lips and pressing insistently against the inside of my mouth. "Fuck yes, just like that," Kirk groaned, eyes rolling back in bliss.

I sucked on his cock like a slut before letting go only to lick my way up his length, taking the tip into my mouth with gentle force, my lips engulfing him, tongue teasing the head until it got too much.

Kirk abruptly yanked me off his cock, a string of saliva connecting my lips to the glistening head for a fleeting moment before breaking. He leaned back into the cushions of the sofa, his breathing ragged, and glared down at me with a mixture of frustration and dark hunger. "Strip. Now."

I hesitated for a second, as I stared up at him but swiftly began peeling off my top, revealing the sheer lacy fabric beneath. Kirk's gaze raked over my exposed skin, his chest rising and falling with each deepening breath.

Once my upper body was bare, he pointed to my shorts. "Everything," he demanded, his eyes never leaving mine.

As I leisurely stepped out of my shorts and panties, I watched Kirk shed his clothes off his lower body rapidly, unclad legs spread in front of me, cock standing tall, before he forcefully pulled me into his lap with a mischievous smile.

As soon as my naked form settled onto Kirk's muscular thighs, his hands roamed over my curves, mapping every inch of exposed skin. His fingers danced along my spine, sending shivers down my back, before dipping between my breasts to tweak and pinch my nipples into hard peaks.

"Mmm beautiful. That's what you wanted, right?" he murmured, his breath hot against my ear as he nipped at the lobe.

With that, I nodded eagerly and he shifted me slightly, positioning me directly above his throbbing erection. The head nudged against my slick entrance, teasing and probing for entry.

My hips instinctively rocked forward, seeking more contact, more friction.

Kirk chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through me. "Impatient little thing, aren't you?"

I blinked as our eyes met before reaching down between our bodies to align him with my dripping mound. As I sunk down on Kirk's length, I gasped audibly, his hungry gaze tracing my curves before bending down to eagerly kiss my breasts as we started moving.

Kirk's lips trailed fiery paths across my chest, pausing to suckle at a pert nipple while his hips surged upward, driving himself deeper inside of me. Each powerful thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through my senses, making my inner walls clench around him in response.

My hands tangled in his hair, holding him close as he lavished attention on my breasts. Lost in the haze of lust, I began to ride him with increasing urgency, my movements becoming more desperate with every little pant slipping from my lips.

Kirk met each downward plunge with a corresponding upward thrust, creating a primal rhythm that seemed to synchronize our very beings.

Eventually, he broke away from my breast, his eyes blazing with intensity as he captured my mouth in a searing kiss.

Kirk wrapped his arms around me tightly as he passionately moved his plush lips against mine, tongues twining around each other and I could only moan into the kiss, overwhelmed from all the pleasure.

As the passionate kiss deepened, Kirk's tongue dominated mine, claiming my mouth just as his cock claimed my body.

He swallowed my moans, drinking in my pleasure like the finest wine. One hand slid down to grip my hip, guiding my movements as I rode him harder and faster.

The new angle allowed him to hit that special spot inside of me with every thrust, sending jolts of electricity shooting up my spine. My nails raked down his back, leaving red lines in their wake as I clung to him desperately.

Breaking the kiss, Kirk buried his face in the crook of my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there. He marked me as his, branding me with his passion.

"Kirk, I'm getting close!" I whimpered, my nerve endings on fire as I felt him all around me, electrified by every kiss, touch and movement.

"That's it," he growled against my throat, his voice rough with desire. "Take what you need. Let go for me."

At my breathless admission, Kirk's grip on my hips tightened almost painfully as he increased the force and speed of his thrusts. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with my escalating moans and cries of pleasure.

"I've got you," he panted against your skin, his words punctuated by sharp thrusts. "Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock."

One hand snaked between our sweat-slicked bodies, finding my aching clit. He circled the sensitive nub with ruthless precision, pushing me closer and closer to the brink of oblivion.

My inner muscles fluttered and clenched around him, the coil of tension in my core winding tighter and tighter until finally, it snapped. Ecstasy exploded through me in a blinding wave, my vision whiting out as I came undone in his arms.

I cried out in delight as the orgasm hit me, Kirk panting into my ear, an angelic sound as I saw stars before my eyes, my head dizzy as I felt him plunge into me from beneath to chase his release like a desperate man.

Kirk moaned deeply as he felt my pussy clamp down on him, milking his shaft with rhythmic contractions. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer under the onslaught of my intense pleasure.

With a final thrust, Kirk buried himself to the hilt inside of me, his cock pulsating as he unleashed a torrent of hot seed deep within my spasming channel, marking me irrevocably as his.

As the aftershocks subsided, Kirk collapsed back against the couch, pulling me into his embrace. He cradled me against his chest, his heart still racing from the force of his climax. "Fuck, that was incredible," he breathed, pressing a tender kiss to the top of my head.

"I knew you couldn't resist me. You're so easy to distract." I chuckled breathlessly as I leaned my naked body against Kirk as he slipped out of me.

Kirk smirked at my playful accusation, his arms wrapping around me possessively as he held me close. "Easy to distract? Maybe. But impossible to ignore when you're this irresistible."

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