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Putting James and Lars in a gladiator match against Dave, Jason, and Ron just to see what would happen

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Lars Ulrich

What a cutie boy!❤︎

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Ace: If you were to put together a draft of people you wanna go out with, would I at least be on it? Gene: Yeah. Well. How many slots? Ace: One. Gene: No. Ace: Two.

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can you do ftm!reader x jason newsted smut? maybe they make a sex tape? you can add other kinks in too!:)

Requests are closed right now, sorry!

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do you do masc!reader (cismale or ftm , i’m ftm so i don’t mind)?

OH GOD NEVERMIND I JJST READ YOUR PINNED LMAO yaya you do!

I exclusively do masc!readers, both cis and trans, but all requests are closed for right now. :)

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Happy Halloween yallll🎃🎃💥💥💥

Rate Jason's costume on a scale 1-10🐺❓❗

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Always the writer, never the reader.

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James: I'm a person that's accepting, you know? James, gesturing to Lars, Kirk, and Dave: Of hot foreigners. Of bi dudes. Of nutty people.

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David, reading a pamphlet on alcoholism: Hey, do you ever drink alone? Dave: Does the Lord count as a person? David: No. Dave: Then yes.

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Needy Jason 😵‍💫 Jason whining and whimpering, desperately rutting against/into someone..

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Out Back, A Monster Wears A Cloak Of Persian Leather

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Dave x Jason

Summary: This had been inevitable, Jason told himself. When he went his own way, he knew old connections would likely die and new ones would form in their place.

Tags: Top Jason, bottom Dave, rough sex, dirty talk, wall sex, a lot of Jason being compared to a dog.

Words: 1,217

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This had been inevitable, Jason told himself. When he went his own way, he knew old connections would likely die and new ones would form in their place. He’d be lying if he said he’d anticipated one of those newer connections being Dave, but he found it hard to complain most days. He didn’t know when he’d have time for it. He certainly didn’t have time to complain when Dave’s hands slid beneath his shirt or when Dave’s lips and teeth connected to his jaw. 

It was easy to let it go when he was shoving Dave back against the wall and pressing himself close. He was buried inside of Dave, legs a bit uneven as he tried to hold him up. He managed it better once Dave was pressed into the wall, taking some of the weight off of Jason’s arms. The knuckles of one of Jason’s hands were scraped up by the concrete, but he ignored it. 

“Fuck,” Dave groaned when his back and head hit the wall behind him. 

Only his lower back was cushioned from hitting the concrete, but Jason’s arms didn’t offer much padding. Jason’s lips connected to his a moment later, cutting off any further thoughts Dave might voice. To his credit, Dave kissed him back just as eagerly. Jason was making too much noise, he realized soon after when he could still hear him, despite their kiss. 

Jason whined pathetically, soft and broken off. Dave’s arms curled tighter around him, urging him to close what little space was between their bodies. Jason fucked into him harder, hips rutting like a needy dog. Each thrust brushed him past Dave’s prostate, occasionally drawing a moan or gasp from Dave as well and Jason knew to cherish each sound. 

Dave let it go on for another few seconds that seemed to drag on for minutes. Jason would whimper into his mouth and hump harder for a short burst before calming down again. He would’ve gone on like that all night if Dave let him, crying out and fucking into him pitifully. 

“You need to be quiet,” He told him, finally pulling away from the kiss. 

Jason nodded, but both knew that wasn’t going to happen. He buried his face into Dave’s neck to try and muffle the sounds, though that was the most he could do. Dave’s arms and legs wrapped tighter around Jason, groaning at a particularly rough thrust. He knew he needed to be quiet, it just wasn’t an ability he had in that moment. Right then, he couldn’t care less if somebody heard them. 

“I know,” Jason promised, words disappearing into Dave’s skin. “You just feel so good,” He told him honestly, it was something he could barely handle at times. 

If Dave was less good at this, it would be a lot easier to keep his distance. At this point, Jason didn’t really want to keep his distance. He knew he’d gotten tangled up with Dave far more than he should have and he wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

“You feel good,” Dave shot back and his heels dug harder into Jason’s back. 

It nearly ached from how hard they were digging into his skin and bone, but pain like that only added a bit of edge to the pleasure. Jason let out a halfway cut-off whine that reminded Dave of a kicked puppy, rocking himself deeper into Dave. The pleasure must have been nearly overwhelming, Dave thought to himself. And it always was to Jason, at least when it was with Dave.

“I’m ridiculously close,” Jason murmured to him a moment after, pressing a kiss to the curve of Dave’s shoulder. He could feel Dave nod against him. 

“You should come inside me,” Dave told him, tone so matter of fact that it would’ve caught Jason off guard if he was less used to it. 

“Yeah, I will. Yeah,” Jason babbled a bit mindlessly. 

The offer was empty, a condom separated them, but the mental images it conjured up were real. He thought about burying himself as deep as he could and coming inside of Dave. How well he could fill him up, how easy it would be to slide back inside later and do it again. He imagined himself dripping out of Dave, fingers pushing his come back inside and fucking Dave with it. A shudder rolled through his whole body and he fucked into Dave harder, arms holding him firmer. 

A hand slid away from Jason’s back and found its way into his hair instead. Fingers slid carefully into curls, wrapping around them and holding tightly. He didn’t pull yet, he didn’t need to. The threat was there and the anticipation of it was what excited Jason the most. 

He moved faster into him, trying to give him everything he wanted. He smiled when Dave let out another series of noises, closer to quiet gasping than anything else. Jason knew he had to be brushing past his prostate with each thrust, able to identify pretty much every sound and reaction Dave could have. They’d done this enough that he’d gotten excellent at reading him. 

“Gonna come inside you,” He promised, certain he’d give Dave anything he asked for. It was just an added bonus that he wanted this equally as bad. “I’ll fill you as many times as you need. Fuck you full whenever you want it,” Jason really was rambling now, the filter between his brain and mouth becoming nearly nonexistent. 

“Come on then, boy. Come on,” Dave encouraged him, his voice dripping with condescension. 

A quiet moan left Jason’s throat, shivering at the tone Dave was using with him. He was sure he could come just from Dave talking to him like that. Maybe that was something to test one day. For now, he felt on the verge of blacking out while Dave talked to him like that. He treated the words like a training command for a puppy, ordering Jason around gently but firmly. Then rewarding him when he rolled over and did a trick for Dave. 

Jason held him in place, hips snapping into him quickly. He really did remind himself of a puppy now. One that had gotten their favorite stuffed toy beneath them and started rutting into it. So desperate for release that it fucked into whatever it could, movements jerky and desperate. Dave didn’t seem to mind it, moaning beneath him as Jason pounded into him. 

Jason’s vision went white when he came, nearly doubling over from the force of it. He held Dave against him so tightly that it hurt, but the pain didn’t even register for him yet. All he could focus on was how Dave felt. Tight, hot, wet, familiar, comforting, soft. So many feelings washed over Jason, all of them saturated in pleasure. It took him over so easily, leaving that to be the only thing he could focus on. 

Dave’s fingers clung to his hair rougher than before and he forced his face deeper into Dave’s neck. He could feel himself trembling a bit, panting against Dave. One hand stayed fisted in his hair while the other rubbed his back soothingly. He swore he could hear Dave whispering that he was a good boy and he grinned, nuzzling his face against his skin.

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Jason Newsted, 1986