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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. 

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80s Jason inviting you to a park as a friend but when you get there its a whole picnic(that he put a lot of time into ) he confesses nevous and shaky the whole time, and the whole ending is up to you if you wanna do fluff or smut?? thank you!

Thank you for this cute request 💙

Picnic of hearts

Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ fluff, friends to lovers

The phone rang on a quiet friday night, and you couldn't help but smile as you heard Jason's voice on the other end, once you picked up. Ever since he moved in down the street two months ago, you had become good friends, spending countless hours hanging out at each other's house and attending concerts and parties together.

You enjoyed Jason's company but were unsure of your feelings towards him. Was it just friendship, or was there something deeper there? You had never been good at deciphering your own emotions, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

Little did you know, Jason had been harboring a crush on you for quite some time, only waiting for the perfect moment to tell you.

"Hey, I was wondering, if you maybe wanna hang out at the park this weekend? If you're free, that is." Jason suggested enthusiastically as he waited for an answer.

You mentally checked your schedule and nodded, even though he couldn't see you.

"Yea sure, how about tomorrow in the afternoon?" You replied casually as you twirled the telephone cord around your finger.

Hanging out at the park plus quality time with Jason sounded lovely. But beneath the surface, a small part of you wondered if this outing might be more than just a casual get-together.

"Cool, tomorrow is perfect. Does 2 p.m. sound good?" Jason said, already excited about the next day.

"Sounds great. I'll see you then." You confirmed before the conversation ended.

Jason smiled to himself, imagining the day ahead in anticipation and began planning his surprise picnic mentally plus the most difficult part of confessing to you.

You arrived at the location with your bike the next afternoon, pulling off your helmet and ran a hand through your flowing hair, trying to quickly fix it in the rearview mirror before making your way through the park.

The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the lush greenery of the place. You scanned the scenery, searching for Jason until you spotted his curly mob of hair.

You could see him moving around hectically in a quiet corner, in the shadows of a tree, squinting your eyes to see what he was doing. Making your way over, grass crunching softly under your shoes, a smile crept onto your face as you called his name.

Jason's eyes sparkled with eagerness as he turned to face you, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. He fidgeted slightly, tucking a stray lock of curly hair behind his ear, revealing a hint of nervousness that wasn't typical of his usual calm demeanor. "Hey Y/N, great to see you! How are you?"

Before you could respond, your gaze drifted past him to the colorful array of food laid out on a checkered blanket behind him. Your eyes widened in pleasant surprise. "Wait, is that a picnic?"

Jason chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, a rosy tint covering his cheeks. "Well yea, I wanted to make it a surprise. I hope you like it, I spent all day arranging it for you."

"Wow, really? That's the cutest thing someone has ever done for me." You smiled brightly as you looked at Jason, blushing heavily.

"Come on, take a seat," he said, stepping aside and gesturing for you to approach the blanket with a slight awkwardness.

As you stepped closer and sunk down onto the soft fabric, the details of his surprise unfolded before you. There were mini sandwiches, cut into perfect triangles next to a vibrant array of fruits – strawberries, grapes, melon slices, all glistening in the sunlight.

A basket with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine inside. Everything arranged with such care and thoughtfulness, that it felt like stepping into a scene from a movie.

"Jason, this is incredible." You breathed, your eyes twinkling as you took it all in.

“Do you really like it?” he asked, his voice a little softer than usual, almost hesitant as he took a seat beside you.

"I love it! It looks perfect. You thought of everything." You reached out and gently touched his arm with an unwavering smile.

He visibly relaxed at your words, a relieved smile spreading across his face. "Ok good. I um...I brought you some flowers."

"These are beautiful." You murmured, reaching out to gently touch the bouquet inside the basket.

"Just like you." Jason blurted out, then immediately winced, his cheeks turning crimson.

You turned to him, a playful smile dancing on your lips. "Did you really just say that?"

He avoided your eyes again, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. "Maybe. Look, I know it's cheesy but I wanted to do something special. For you."

You reached out and placed your hand over his. His fingers were warm and slightly trembling. "Jason, it's not cheesy at all. It's perfect. And it means a lot to me." You said softly.

His gaze met yours, and this time, there was no shyness, just a raw, vulnerable honesty. “Really?”

You squeezed his hand, your heart fluttering with a warmth that mirrored the spring day. “Really, really.”

He smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that lit up his whole face, chasing away the nervousness from before. He picked up a sandwich, offering it to you. "So, mini sandwiches? Yes or no?"

"Definitely yes." You replied, taking the sandwich and biting into it.

After his surprise turned out to be a success, you eat and enjoyed some wine, and chat, the conversation flowing easily between you. He shared stories about his morning spent preparing everything, laughing about his near-disaster with the sandwiches and how he almost forgot the flowers. You laughed with him, enjoying his company and the beautiful setting.

But as the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the park, you noticed a change in Jason’s demeanor. His laughter became a tad more nervous, his fingers fidgeting with the glass of wine in his hand.

You paused mid-sentence, sensing the shift. “Hey, is everything okay?” You asked, tilting your head slightly, a playful concern lining your voice.

He took a deep breath, the kind that seemed to pull the weight of the world in. “Actually, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about." He admitted, the hint of vulnerability in his voice.

“What is it?” You asked, your curiosity tinged with an anxious feeling in your stomach.

Jason sat up straighter, his gaze fixed on the ground for a moment, then he finally met your eyes. “I’ve been thinking...about us."

You held your breath, the sounds of the park fading into a soft hum as you wondered what he had got to say. "What do you mean about us?" You prompted gently, trying to keep your tone light despite the trepidation building inside you. 

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly in his throat. "I don't know about you but I really like you and I think...I might have feelings for you." He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "More than just friendship. I think about you all the time, wondering what could be if we were more than this."

The air seemed to vibrate with tension as you processed his confession. A whirlwind of emotions swirled within you, surprise, excitement, uncertainty, even fear. Your mind raced, trying to make sense of the unexpected revelation.

You sat there, frozen, as Jason's words hung in the air between you like a challenge. His confession had left you utterly speechless, the realization dawned on you that your feelings for Jason extended far beyond platonic friendship.

As the seconds ticked by, you struggled to find your voice, to articulate the complex mix of emotions coursing through your veins. Jason's vulnerable expression tugged at your heartstrings. He looked both hopeful and terrified, awaiting your response like a bird perched on a fragile branch, poised to take flight or plummet back down to earth.

"Jason, I... wow." You stuttered, laughter catching in your chest before dying away into an awkward silence. "I didn't see that coming."

He chuckled nervously, the sound music to your ears. "I know, me neither. It just sort of...happened." He explained, running a hand through his fluffed curls. "But here we are."

Before you could respond, you were drawn inexorably towards him, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek, fingers splayed against warm skin.

Your gaze focused on the tender curve of his lips, remembering countless moments when they've curled into a smile and eyes drinking in every feature etched onto his handsome face.

With a breathy sigh, you leaned in, drawn to Jason like a magnet. His eyes widened in surprise before they fluttered closed as your mouths met in a tender kiss. I was soft and sweet, filled with unspoken promises and desire.

The gentle press of lips against lips sent sparks dancing across your nerve endings. Your mouth moved against his in a slow, sensual dance and Jason's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he returned the kiss with equal passion.

Lost in the haze of newfound romance, you didn't notice yourself shifting, until suddenly you found yourself climbed half onto his lap. The picnic basket teetered precariously nearby, threatening to spill its contents.

A startled gasp escaped you both as reality crashed back in. Jason's eyes flew open, meeting yours in a burst of mirth. Laughter bubbled up from your core, echoing his amusement. Together, you collapsed back onto the blanket in a fit of giggles, the wine sloshing ominously in its bottle.

"I'm sorry, but I think we can't be friends anymore." Jason unfolded in a mock seriousness.

"Oh no, that makes me so sad." You pouted playfully.

He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips grazing your cheek. "Yea, because I think I'd prefer to be more than just friends with someone who kisses me like that." Jason grinned, his voice dropping to a sultry murmur.

"Sounds like a good deal to me." You smiled and melted into his touch, leaning into him as he pulled you in for another searing kiss.

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

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

Slippery when wet

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ smut, shower sex, oral

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Your Lars smuts are amazing!!!! We want more Lars smuts 🙈

Thank youu, send me requests and I'll write them 🥰🤩

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."