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Can you do cuddling on a cold winter night with Jason? Just pure fluff pls 😊

Winter warmth

Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ Fluff

It was a freezing cold winter night, the kind that made you want to stay indoors and never leave the warmth of your home ever again.

You were curled up on the sofa with Jason, after being out in the icy and stormy weather, craving to get inside and warm up your frozen limbs.

Your body stopped shaking the second Jason lit the chimney and crawled underneath the furry blanket, his hands still cold but the rest of him comfortingly warm.

The crackling fire in the fireplace casting an orange glow over the room as Jason wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as you snuggled into his chest.

The heat from the flames and his embrace made you feel safe and content, like nothing could harm you in that moment.

As you gazed into the flickering flames, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of peace and tranquility.

The world outside may have been cold and harsh, but in that moment, all that mattered was the two of you, wrapped up in each other's love.

"You feel better now?" Jason murmured as he tenderly ran his calloused fingers through your hair, smoothing the soft frizz, created by the beanie you wore.

You looked up at Jason, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. Your cheeks and nose, a crimson color from being exposed to the crisp temperature for too long.

In that moment, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be – in his arms, by the fire, safe from the stormy winter air.

"Yes, much better. I think I'm defrosting here. Thanks for keeping me warm." You smile up at him and watch him chuckle before he's pressing a loving kiss onto your forehead.

"Anything for my baby, I'm not leaving your side. And I don't want you to get sick." Jason replies, gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he stares into your bright orbs.

His gentle touch and soothing words washed over you like a comforting balm, easing the lingering chill from your bones.

The snow outside seemed to fall in slow motion, each flake drifting lazily to the ground, oblivious to the cozy world within these walls.

"Are you alright? You're so quiet." Jason's voice broke the silence as he looked down at you, his brow slightly creasing in a small frown.

"Yeah, just thinking...enjoying the moment." You smiled as you nestled further into him.

"Mind sharing what you're thinking about?" Jason's arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on the top of your head.

His curls were softly tickling your face, making you smile in amusement. "Just how lucky I am, to have you."

"Mm, I should be the one saying that." Jason's hold tightened, his hand gently tracing patterns on your back as he enjoyed the closeness.

A contented sigh escaped your lips as his fingers continued their soothing dance across your back.

You felt cocooned in his embrace, the world outside receding until all that existed was the warmth of his body pressed against yours and the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

"I am incredibly fortunate to have found you," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper against the soft locks framing his face.

Jason's hold on you tightened reflexively, as if he could draw you even closer, merge your bodies into one entity. "And I feel the same way," he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head in a feather-light kiss.

You felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks and smiled dreamily. The faint glow emanating from the fireplace cast flickering shadows across Jason's features, transforming them into a mesmerizing play of light and dark.

You tenderly tilted his chin to place a soft kiss onto his lips as your fingertips traced idle patterns on his chest, relishing the solid warmth of his muscles beneath his shirt.

"Mm, you're very affectionate today." Jason teased as you showered his lips with loving kisses. He enjoyed the feeling, his arm wrapping around your back to pull you into his lap.

"Hi there." You cracked a smile as you settled down in your boyfriends lap, getting seemingly comfortable.

"Hey." Jason smiled, his eyes drinking in your relaxed presence in his lap. "You look comfy."

"Mmm, I am," you agreed, a contented sigh escaping your lips. Jason's hands began to roam, fingertips dancing along your spine before coming to rest on your hips.

"I'm glad," he said, his voice low and husky. "Because right now, I don't want to let you go."

His words sent a thrill through you, a mix of excitement and tenderness swirling in the pit of your stomach.

Jason's thumbs gently circled your hips as he pulled you impossibly closer against him, his body heat seeping into yours through the thin fabric of your clothes. The warmth was welcome after braving the frigid outdoors together.

"I love holding you like this," he murmured, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, where he placed soft kisses.

His breath was hot against your skin, sending delightful shivers down your spine. One hand slid up to rest just below your ribcage while the other continued its slow exploration along your hip bone.

"So small and delicate in my arms," Jason observed, his voice tinged with affection as a smirk crept onto his face. "Like I could break you if I wasn't careful."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips at Jason's teasing remark, even as a flutter of nerves danced in your belly at the thought of being so vulnerable in his strong embrace.

"I like the sound of that," you replied playfully, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.

Jason's smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something more primal as he leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning over your parted lips.

Jason's hand found its way to yours, intertwining your fingers in a gentle caress.

"I love you," Jason whispered, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling your heart swell with love for this man who had captured your heart.

And as you sat there, wrapped up in each other's love, you knew that no matter how cold the winter nights may be, as long as you had each other, you would always be warm.

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."

An unexpected turn

After an argument with James, Lars incessantly complains until you tell him to shut up and you end up having sex with your best friend.

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ Smut, friends to lovers

Unpleasant energy fills the walls of the studio. With four pairs of eyes on him, Lars stands there, staring in disbelief as James' words echo in the room. "I did what?!" he repeats, incredulous. 

James, towering over him, crosses his arms and stares down at Lars. "You heard me, you ruined half of the show with how much you drank!" 

Lars clenches his fists, feeling the anger bubbling inside him. "I was playing just fine and now I'm the fucking idiot to blame? What about you then? Can't remember a second of you being sober last night, especially during the show, so who is the drunkard here?!" 

James lets out a bitter laugh, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "Well, I wasn't the one constantly missing notes and messing up the beat, was I?" 

The tension in the room is thick, the air heavy with their unresolved issues. As they continued to bicker, their voices filled with animosity, you can see the bond that held them together unraveling. 

Before the argument can escalate, James has enough. With a loud bang, he storms out of the studio, slamming the door behind him. Lars stands there, staring at the closed door, the silence ringing in his ears and anger flashing his eyes. 

Biting your lip, you watch the scene unravel before you, as Lars stands there, his face red with anger. The room falls quiet as everyone waits for what will happen next. Lars stares at the now closed door before turning around to his bandmates, who avoid eye contact and quietly put away their bass and guitar. 

You can feel the unease as Lars takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Kirk and Jason excuse themselves, leaving you alone with Lars in the now empty rehearsal room. You can see the frustration in his eyes. 

Taking a step closer to him, you reach out and gently place a hand on his arm. "Hey, you okay?" you ask softly, trying to be the one friend who's there for him when no one else is.

Lars looks down at your hand, his eyes softening as he gazes at you. "I'm sorry, I just...I can't believe this shit...," he says, his voice quiet. 

You smile reassuringly at him, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. "It's okay, we all have our moments." you suggest, leading him to sit down on the nearby couch. 

Lars and you sit together in the quiet room. As you offer him a cigarette, he takes it without a word, lighting it up with shaky hands. He takes a drag and exhales sharply, the smoke curling around his face. 

"James is a fucking asshole," Lars begins, his voice tinged with anger. "I was doing fine and he just comes to me the next day after the show and calls me an idiot in front of the whole band. Do you think I did bad last night? I wasn't even that drunk!" 

You listen patiently, knowing that Lars needs to let out his frustration. You've known him for years, and you know that he can be hot-headed when he feels wronged. You nod as he rants, letting him get it all out before you try to offer any advice but not wanting to interfere since James is your friend too and you know it always takes two to tango.

"No, it wasn't that bad but..." you start, but Lars cuts you off before you can finish. 

"But nothing!" he snaps, his eyes flashing with anger. "I'm sick of James thinking he's better than me. I work just as hard as he does, if not harder. And yet he treats me like I'm some kind of incompetent fool." 

As Lars continues to rant, his frustration starts to seep into the air around you. You can feel the tension building, and you know that you need to do something to diffuse the situation before it gets out of hand. 

"Lars... Lars..." you try to get his attention, but he seems to not even hear you as he keeps on with his outburst. 

"LARS! Shut the fuck up!" you finally snap, the words coming out harsher than you intended. Lars stops mid-sentence, his eyes wide with surprise. 

"All you do is whine and bicker without ever realizing that you are at fault! It's not always the others that do wrong, you are also in the wrong sometimes. And talking shit about your best friends is not helping either nor does it solve the problem " you continue, feeling a surge of frustration yourself as you get into his face and point your finger at his chest. 

Lars stares at you, his expression a mix of shock and defiance. But as he takes in your words, you see something shift in his eyes. 

Before you can react, Lars wraps his  fingers around your wrist forcefully, staring into your eyes with a mix of anger and lust for his best friend.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?" Your heart is pounding in your chest as you realize the effect your outburst has on Lars. You can see the conflict playing out in his expressive green eyes. "I did." Slowly, his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips, and a mischievous smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

Without warning, he closes the distance between you, pressing his lips roughly against yours. The kiss is demanding, passionate, and fueled by the built-up tension between the both of you. You feel a jolt of desire course through your body as you respond instinctively, parting your lips and tangling your hands in his long brown hair.

Your tongues dance together, tasting and exploring, hungry for more. Lars' hands roam wildly over your body, squeezing your slender waist and cupping your ass, pulling you tightly against him. You can feel the forming bulge in his pants pressing insistently against you and it sends a rush of wetness to your pussy.

Breaking the kiss abruptly, Lars trails kisses along your jawline and down your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. "Fuck you," he whispers hoarsely, breath hot against your ear. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

You shiver at his words and the realization that this fantasy had been building up inside him for who knows how long. "Not as long as I've wanted this," you murmur back, "I used to dream about what it would be like to fuck my best friend."

A low growl escapes Lars' throat, and he lifts you effortlessly, cradling you on his lap. Kissing you hungrily you moan into his mouth as you feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your core through your clothes.

With eager hands, you begin tearing at each other's clothing, unable to get enough skin-to-skin contact. Your lean, shapely body was soon bare before him, your small, perky breasts touch starved. Lars takes one hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue while his hand squeezes and massages the other.

"Fuck Lars..." You arch your back, offering yourself to him, moaning as waves of pleasure washes over you. Your hands fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans, desperate to set free what you had fantasized about for so long. Finally, with a sharp tug, you release it from its confines.

Lars' cock stands tall with the head already gleaming with pre-cum. Taking it in your hand, you stroke it gently, marveling at the weight and warmth in your palm as Lars eyes follow your actions, the argument and anger long forgotten.

“Oh shit. So good.” Lars moans as you continue to stroke him.

You can feel the wetness between your legs increase as you watch Lars’ reaction. You move and drop to your knees, looking up at him with sultry eyes. “Can I?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lars nods, his eyes dark with desire. You lean in and take him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. “Fuck. You’re so good at that.” Lars groans as you take him deeper into your mouth.

Sucking off your best friend until you can feel his cock twitch in your mouth, you know that he’s close. “I’m gonna cum.” Lars warns you, but you don’t stop. You want to taste him, to feel him cum in your mouth.

With a loud moan, Lars comes, filling your mouth with his warm, salty cum. You swallow it down, savoring the taste of him.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” Lars says, pulling you up to stand in front of him.

You can feel his cock twitch against your belly as he pulls you down onto him and leans in to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips, and it only makes you want him more.

“I want you inside of me, Lars.” You whisper in his ear, your voice filled with desire.

Lars doesn’t need any more encouragement. He grabs you and pushes you down onto the sofa before quickly standing to remove his clothes and hover over you. 

He wastes no time and positions himself between your legs and looks down at you, his eyes filled with lust. “Are you ready for me, baby?” He asks, his voice husky with desire. You nod, your eyes never leaving his.

Lars enters you slowly and you can feel every inch of him inside you, and it feels amazing. Giving you a moment to adjust, he starts to move, his thrusts becoming hard and fast quickly. You can feel yourself getting closer to orgasm with every thrust.

“Yes Lars, just like that.” You moan as he hits your spot and Lars leans down and takes your nipple in his mouth again, sucking it gently. 

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper inside you. He growls, the sound primal and raw. It sends shivers down your spine and straight to your pussy.

Lars starts to fuck you harder, his hips snapping against yours. You can feel yourself getting close, the pressure in your lower belly growing with every thrust.

“Lars, I’m gonna come...” You gasp, your breath coming in short, sharp pants.

He doesn’t say anything, but he fucks you even harder, his thrusts so deep you can feel him in your belly. "Then fucking cum for me, baby!" 

It takes one short moment and you come hard, your pussy clenching around Lars’ dick. He growls again, moving rapidly before he comes too, his hot seed filling you up.

You lie there, panting and sweating, your bodies still joined together. Lars leans down and kisses you sloppily.

“That was amazing.” He murmurs, his voice hoarse from his own orgasm.

You smile, feeling sated and happy. “Yeah, it was.”

Lars pulls out of you, making you wince as he leaves your warm, wet pussy. He lies down on top of you, cradling you into his arms.

You look up at his face, feeling safe and loved. Lars strokes your hair, his touch soothing and comforting. "Guess we're not just friends anymore," His voice was soft, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. The words hung in the air, charged with unspoken emotions that had been building between you both for seemingly too long.

"Guess not, plus I feel like it helped you distress...like a lot," you reply, a playful glint in your eye as you trace his features with affection. The weight of your friends' disagreements seem to dissipate with each passing moment spent in each other's company.

Watching Lars shake his head in disbelief, a chuckle escaping his lips, you can't help but smile at the simple joy of being in his presence. As he leans in, burying his face in the crook of your neck, a contented sigh escaping his lips, you feel a surge of gratitude for this unexpected turn of events. 

Cliff on the phone ☎️

Can you do one where you make Lars jealous on purpose and he gives you a lesson afterwards being rough and all? 🔥

Y'all wanted Lars smut, there you go 😁

Fueled desire

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ Smut, degradation

I was tagging along with Metallica on their tour with Guns N' Roses, and the energy was palpable. The music, the crowds, the late nights and early mornings - it was all a whirlwind of excitement and adrenaline.

But amidst all the chaos and excitement, there was one thing that was weighing on my mind - a silly little argument I had gotten into with my boyfriend, Lars. It was nothing serious, just a petty disagreement over something trivial, but it had left a sour taste in my mouth.

As we arrived at the afterparty following their show, I decided to clear my head and have some fun. The party was in full swing, with music blaring and people dancing and laughing. I spotted Duff from Guns N' Roses across the room, and a mischievous idea popped into my head.

I made my way over to him, flashing a smile and striking up a conversation. We chatted about music, life on the road, and everything in between. I could see Lars watching us from across the room, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the jealousy in his eyes. It was childish, I knew, but in that moment, it felt good to have the upper hand.

As the night wore on, Duff and I continued to chat, laughing and joking as if we were old friends. Lars eventually made his way over to us, his expression unreadable. He stopped in front of us with an icy glare, interrupting our conversation.

Lars grabbed my wrist tightly, his grip firm and possessive. "We're leaving, let's get back to the hotel," he said, his voice low and commanding.

I tried to pull my wrist away, but his hold was too strong. "Lars, what are you doing? Let go of me,  I'm staying here." I demanded, my voice tinged with anger.

Lars ignored my protests and began to lead me away from Duff, who was watching the scene unfold with a mixture of confusion and concern. "What do you think you're doing? Throwing yourself at Duff and flirting with the guy all night?" Lars growled, his jealousy evident in his tone.

"He's just a friend, Lars. You're being ridiculous," I shot back, frustration bubbling up inside me.

Lars didn't respond, his jaw clenched tightly as he continued to drag me away. I could feel the tension between us, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

As we made our way back to the hotel, the silence between us was deafening. I knew that this was far from over, and that the drama between Lars and I was far from resolved. But for now, all I could do was follow him, my heart heavy with the weight of our complicated relationship.

Without a word, he led me back to our hotel room, the door falling shut loudly. I tried to say something, but he cut me off, turning me around and pressing me against the wall roughly, making me gasp.

"Enough of your stupid little games," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, right up against my ear. "You think you can just flirt with whoever you want and make me jealous? Well, I'm not going to stand for it."

I could feel the heat radiating off of him as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin. I could see the fire in his eyes, and I knew I had pushed him too far. But there was something thrilling about the way he was taking control, his dominance sending shivers down my spine.

"Maybe you need a lesson in who you belong to," he whispered, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I could feel the tension between us, the desire and frustration mixing together in a heady cocktail.

Lars smiles at the little sounds I'm letting out, holding my figure in an almost possessive manner. "That's right. You're mine to own." 

He presses himself into me from behind, his hand on my ass as he kisses me hungrily. With how intense the kiss is, it's as if Lars is staking his claim over me. His other hand pulls on my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me. 

I moan as Lars pulls my head backwards, shoving his tongue into my mouth. He kisses me deeper, his tongue exploring my mouth fiercely as I let out another moan. Lars grip on my hair tightens, his need to claim me, growing with every movement.

Letting go of my mouth, his lips trail down my neck before biting into the exposed skin, making me yelp. "Fuck Lars!"

Lars' mouth is on my neck, sucking and biting as he leaves a few dark marks on my skin. He pulls away, only to look at his work, running a finger along the love bites he knows I have to try and hide later.

My body is trembling with need as I manage to stay upright, holding onto the wall. Lars grins as he feels my body shake, the way I'm trying to keep myself together only making him want to take me even more. He moves his lips back up my neck, lips lingering against my ear as he whispers, "Look at how desperate you are for me. There's absolutely no need for any other man to throw yourself at, like a needy fucking whore..."

"No, I only need you." I let out a shaky breath. Lars chuckles, his breath hot against my ear as he leans in closer, body pressing against mine. "That's exactly right. You're mine and only mine. I'm the only one who can make you needy like this. You need me, say it!" 

"Lars, I need you, please!" I hear you laugh at my desperation. "Good girl," Lars purred, his thumb stroking my bottom lip gently, before he gets a hold of the hem of my dress to roughly pull it upwards, exposing my ass, a delicate lace thong parting my cheeks, grabbing one to squeeze, his touch possessive and rough.

 "But you don't think you deserve to come tonight right?" Lars punctuated his words with a sharp smack on my exposed flesh, the sound echoing in the room. 

The sudden sting of his hand on my ass sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through my body, making me gasp and arch my back. "Ow, Lars! I'm sorry, please you need to let me come tonight..." I whimpered, voice hoarse with need. My pussy throbbed, aching to be touched, begging for Lars' attention.

"That's it, let me hear you beg," Lars encouraged, his voice thick with desire. "I want to hear how much you love it when I spank that pretty ass of yours." He delivered another smack, this time on the other cheek, leaving a warm, tingling sensation in its wake.

My legs trembled as I struggled to stay upright, body buzzing with sensations. "Please, more... I want more," I begged, my inhibitions melting away. "Oh you'll receive plenty more and you're going to count them, understood?  You'll learn to count your blessings.." I nod and give in to the rough treatment. 

Lars brought his hand down on my exposed backside, the sharp crack echoing through the room. I let out a gasp, body jerking forward as the sting registered. "Count, babygirl," Lars instructed, his voice firm yet laced with a hint of pleasure. "One." "One," I repeated, my voice trem. "Please, Lars..."

Another swift motion and the hand came down on my other cheek, leaving a blazing trail of heat. "Two," Lars intoned, his voice steady. "Two," I echoed, body trembling. 

Lars' eyes glinted with satisfaction as he delivered another strike, this time across both cheeks, creating an 'X' of fiery sensation. "Three," he said, his breath hot against my ear. I moaned, my body responding to the pain and pleasure. "Three," I managed, voice a breathless whisper. "Oh, God..."

As the game progressed, Lars' strikes became more intense, each one a deliberate assault on my senses. With every stroke, my body responded, pussy growing wetter with each count. I lost track of time, my mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations as I clung to the wall.

"Ten." Lars announced, his voice thick with desire as he paused to admire my trembling form. "Please Lars, I need you! I can't take any more of these." 

"Greedy little impatient thing, aren't you?" Lars teased, his breath hot on my neck as he nuzzled my sensitive skin. "But I aim to please." He reached around, his fingers dipping beneath the flimsy fabric of my thong, finding my wetness and without warning, plunging two fingers deep inside of me. 

A loud moan escaped my lips as Lars' fingers filled me, stroking in a rhythmic motion, hitting all the right spots. My body moved instinctively against his hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. "Fuck, yes! Right there," I cried out, my forehead pressed against the wall.

Lars chuckled, the sound vibrating through me as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of my slick heat. "You like that, huh? My fingers deep inside you, making you wetter by the second." He added a third finger, stretching me, filling me to the brim, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.

"I'm gonna come... Lars, I'm so close," I panted, my body tensing as the coil of pleasure tightened within me. Lars' thumb found my clit, circling it relentlessly, stopping every movement right before sending me over the edge. "No please I..." 

Lars straightened up, his eyes dark with desire as he took in my disheveled appearance as he coos. "I'm so sorry babygirl, you wanted to cum? You thought I'd let you cum that easily?" His voice was thick with lust, and he took a step closer, his hardness pressing against my thigh.

"I-I..." I stuttered, my eyes flickering with uncertainty and arousal. I was at his mercy, body betraying me as my nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my dress.

Lars's arm snaked around my waist, he kept me locked in place as he removed his hand from my panties. "You're so wet, so responsive," he growled, his lips brushing against my ear. "But I want to hear you beg for it. I want to hear you scream my name when I make you come. You have to earn it."

My mouth went dry as his words sent a fresh wave of heat between my legs. "Please, Lars," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'll beg if that's what you want."

With a possessive growl Lars removed my dress, throwing it aside followed by his fingers roughly pulling my panties down my legs, leaving me bare before he pinned my hands above my head with one hand, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. His free hand trailed down my body, tracing my soft tits, before kneading them hungrily. "Oh baby, trying to make me jealous without thinking of the consequences..."

As he spoke, he released my hands and reached for his belt, undoing it with practiced ease. The sound of his zipper echoed in the room as he freed his thick, throbbing cock, rock hard by now. Lars undressed quickly before he positioned himself behind me with his length pressing against my entrance, teasing me with its promise. "Please, just fuck me already!" I begged, voice hoarse and raw.

He obliged, gripping my hips tightly as he thrust forward, filling me in one smooth motion. I cried out, my body accommodating his size as he stretched and filled me. Lars set a relentless pace, not giving me any time to adjust and his hands leaving red marks on my skin as he pounded into me, claiming me with each thrust.

"You like that, don't you? You all did that on purpose?" he grunted, his breath hot on my neck. "My dick feels so good inside you, making you mine."

I could only moan in response, body moving in sync with his, each stroke hitting my sweet spot, pushing me closer to the edge, hoping Lars lets me come this time. The pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might shatter.

Lars reached around, his fingers finding my sensitive bud once more, pinching and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Do you want to cum for me now, babygirl?" he grunts, his voice hoarse with desire.

My body convulsed as an intense orgasm ripped through me, causing me to scream his name, his hand flying to my mouth to muffle my scream. My inner walls clamped down on his cock, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Lars groaned, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he spilled his seed deep inside of me, his climax intensifying my own.

We remain joined, breathing heavily, our hearts pounding in unison. Lars's hands gently caressed my trembling body, his thumbs brushing away the tears of pleasure that had formed in the corners of my eyes.

"That," he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction, "was just the beginning, babygirl. I plan on making you come again and again. Until you feel so sorry you just have to apologize over and over to receive my forgiveness." 

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.

That hair was glorious 😘

…he went sleeveless…with this shirt…

I don’t know why i find this so appealing…BUT GOD DAMN.

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Just appreciating Load era Kirk's smile....😍😍And those eyes....🤭🤭That is all...