nausicaamusiclover20

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Haiii nausicaa, i was wondering if you could do an angst with jason where reader 💀 herself and he goes through vhs of them to kinda find the reason, or signs that he didnt see. So it's just him with memories and like some deep conversations that he maybe overlooked or something? You can put more to it if you want obviously!!!

Hello dear ones, how are you? I hope you're all doing well! Sorry for disappearing these past few days, but life decided to throw a hard mode challenge at me, and I’ve been busy surviving it. That said, I’m back now, and I hope you’ll enjoy this story even if it's sad

Warnings: TW, suicide, death, grief and loss, emotionally intense content. If these topics are sensitive for you, please read with caution💙

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Rewind

Jason sat in the dimly lit room, the static hum of the VHS player blending with the faint echoes of an old cassette playing somewhere in the background. The late '80s aesthetic surrounded him—faded posters on the wall, the glow of a neon lamp casting flickering shadows. The tapes were scattered around him, each one labeled in your handwriting: “Road Trip '89,” “Lazy Sunday '90,” “Her Birthday '88.” His trembling hands hovered over one labeled simply “Us.”

He pushed the tape in.

The screen flickered with static before clearing up, and there you were, smiling in your oversized denim jacket and scrunchie-tied hair. That smile he’d fallen in love with.

“Jason, you’re blocking the view,” your voice teased from behind the vintage camcorder.

He chuckled softly, tears already welling up in his eyes. “Better?” he had asked.

“Perfect.”

The next tape showed a night Jason barely remembered. You sat on the floor, your head resting on his shoulder as a soft vinyl played in the background. The familiar chords of November Rain filled the room, and as the line Don't you think that you need somebody? Everybody needs somebody. You're not the only one played, you softly whispered, “Sometimes I feel like that line was meant for me.” Jason had just kissed your forehead, not realizing how deeply those words cut into you. Now, he whispered through his tears, “I should’ve seen it.”

“Do you ever feel...tired, Jay?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. But it’s nothing sleep can’t fix.”

You sighed. “Sometimes it feels like no amount of sleep can fix mine.”

Jason stared at the screen, whispering through his tears, “I should’ve seen it.”

Tape after tape, memory after memory, Jason searched for the signs he had missed. Your quiet pauses, the forced smiles, the way your eyes dimmed when you thought no one was watching. One clip made his breath catch—

You were smiling brightly at the camera, laughing at some joke he couldn’t remember. But as the laughter faded, a single tear slipped down your cheek. You quickly wiped it away, forcing the smile to stay. Jason clenched his fists. How did I miss that?

One tape caught his attention. It was labeled “For Jason.”

With a deep breath, he pressed play.

There you were, sitting on the bed in your favorite hoodie. “Hey, Jay,” you began softly, your eyes glassy. “If you’re watching this, it means I’m...I’m gone.”

“I need you to know it wasn’t your fault. It was never your fault. You loved me in a way I never thought I deserved. But sometimes love isn’t enough to quiet the noise in your head.”

You paused, wiping a tear. “I wish I could’ve told you how much I was hurting, but I didn’t want to burden you. You always tried to fix everything, and this...this wasn’t something you could fix.”

A soft laugh escaped you. “Remember our road trip when we got lost and ended up watching the sunset by accident? That was one of the few moments I felt truly at peace. With you, I felt safe, even from myself, but it was always temporary.”

You smiled through the tears. “Please don’t hate yourself for not seeing it. I hid it well, didn’t I? I laughed, I smiled... even when I was breaking. But promise me, Jason, promise me you’ll keep going. Live. For both of us.”

The screen went black.

Jason sat there, broken and whole all at once, whispering to the empty room, “I miss your voice... so much.” Tears streamed down his face as he whispered, “If only you had asked for help, if only I had seen deeper in your eyes... maybe I could’ve noticed that something was off.” He sat in silence, listening to nothing but the sound of his own tears falling, thinking about how much he missed you, and how the silence now felt deafening without you.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Happy Valentine’s Day to those who are in a relationship and to those still searching for love. But in both cases, I love you all, my dearest ones. And hey, if love doesn’t find you today… there’s always chocolate❤

Warnings: smut, nsfw, sex themes, mature themes, jealousy, a bit of possessive behaviour, fluff in the end

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☙Valentine's day☙

The roar of the crowd still echoed in my ears as James Hetfield and I stepped into the dimly lit bar. The scent of whiskey, smoke, and sweat clung to the air like a lingering ghost of the night’s concert. It was February 14th, but to me, it was just another evening of heavy drinks and heavier emotions.

James had always been more than a friend to me—an unspoken tension lingered between us like a song left unfinished. A touch that lingered too long, a glance that seared too deep. But neither of us had dared to cross that line. Not yet. But tonight… Tonight, there was something different in the air.

We sat at the bar, glasses filled with burning amber liquid, our laughter echoing through the hazy atmosphere. My heart clenched as I looked at him, his rugged face illuminated by the dim light, the faintest hint of sweat still on his brow from the stage.

Then, just when I thought this night couldn’t get any crueler, she appeared. A blonde groupie, dripping in confidence and arrogance, sauntered over like she owned the damn place and plopped herself right onto James’ lap.

“Jamie,” she purred, her fingers playing with a strand of her golden hair. “It’s Valentine’s Day. When are you gonna declare your love for me?”

I clenched my jaw, swirling the drink in my glass, feigning indifference. But my sarcasm slipped out before I could stop it. “Well, he never does,” I muttered dryly, taking a sip. “He only thinks about something else.”

James turned to look at me, his smirk flickering, his eyes unreadable. There was something there—something deeper, darker—but he said nothing.

Lars, ever the shit-stirrer, leaned toward me with a knowing smirk. “What’s with you? Jealous or something?”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Jealous? Please. Actually, I was thinking about heading out. Someone’s waiting for me.”

James’ fingers tightened around his glass, but he said nothing.

Lars let out a low chuckle. “Oh yeah? Who is he?” He leaned forward, intrigued. “Describe him. What’s he like?”

I smirked, playing into it, knowing exactly what I was doing. “Tall. Dark hair. Strong hands.” I let my fingers trail along the rim of my glass. “Knows exactly how to touch me.”

James exhaled sharply, his jaw ticking.

Lars grinned. “And in bed?”

I leaned back, savoring every second of the tension. “Man, he’s divine. No one fucks like him.”

The air grew heavy. James’ grip on his drink tightened, his knuckles going white. His jaw flexed as he slowly turned to face me, his stare burning into my skin.

I stood abruptly, grabbing my coat and walking out. The cold night air slapped me, a cruel contrast to the heat bubbling inside me. I barely made it a few steps before I heard rapid footsteps behind me.

“Y/N!”

I turned, my breath hitching as James stormed toward me, his face unreadable but his eyes dark and intense.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, feigning surprise, though my pulse was hammering.

He stopped just inches away, his breath warm against the night’s chill. “Is it true?” His voice was low, rough. “You got someone waiting for you?”

I tilted my head, smirking. “Maybe.”

His eyes flashed with something dangerous. “Ah, yeah? I wanna meet him.” His voice dropped lower, sending a shiver down my spine. “He knows how to fuck well?”

I let out a sharp, sarcastic laugh. “Oh, absolutely. The guy’s practically a saint in the sheets. You should take notes.”

James’ expression darkened, his body going rigid. Before I could react, he grabbed me—strong arms lifting me off the ground as he threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.

“James, what the fuck?!” I shrieked, kicking against his hold as he strode toward his car.

“You’ll see,” he growled.

The drive to his place was silent but thick with tension. The moment we stepped inside, he was on me—his lips crashing against mine, hands gripping my waist with a possessive urgency that sent heat pooling between my legs.

“You wanna test me?” he growled against my lips, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth. “I’ll fucking show you.”

His hands gripped my hips as he backed me against the nearest wall. The world blurred as we stumbled through the house, knocking over furniture, bodies colliding in a desperate battle for dominance. My clothes were gone before I could blink, my skin burning under his rough touch.

“Tell me again,” he muttered darkly, his lips trailing down my throat, his teeth grazing my skin. “Tell me how fucking ‘divine’ he is.”

I gasped, my nails raking down his back. “Fuck you.”

His hand wrapped around my throat, tilting my head back. “Oh, sweetheart,” he growled, pressing his forehead to mine. “That’s exactly what you’re getting.”

 James’ hands roamed over my skin, fingers dancing along the fabric of my dress, teasing but not revealing, as if he were savoring every tantalizing moment. “Such a pretty dress, but it’s not gonna last long,” he murmured against my ear, his breath hot and heavy, sending shivers down my spine.

With one swift motion, he gripped the hem and yanked it over my head, tossing it aside as if it were nothing, leaving me standing there in nothing but my lace panties. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he growled, his eyes dark with desire, drinking in the sight of me. But I saw that flicker of jealousy, the way his jaw clenched at the thought of me with someone else.

“That asshole doesn’t know a damn thing about you,” he spat, the intensity in his gaze igniting my own desire.

Before I could respond, his hands were on me again, gripping my hips tightly as he guided me to the couch. “Get comfortable,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. I sank down onto the plush cushions, my heart racing as he knelt before me.

James lowered himself, his mouth inches from my core. “Let’s see how well he knows you,” he teased huskily, trailing his fingers along my thighs, drawing closer to that burning heat between my legs. I gasped, arching my back in anticipation.

“James,” I whimpered, urgency flooding my voice.

“Hush, sweetheart,” he replied with a wicked smirk. “I want to hear you, not speak.” He lowered his mouth, lips brushing against my panties, teasing the fabric as my body responded instinctively. “Tell me, is he better than me?” he taunted, his eyes glinting with possessiveness.

I hesitated, wanting to tease him just a bit longer. “Maybe… if that’s what you want to believe,” I replied, a playful lilt in my voice.

His breath hitched, a low growl escaping him as he pressed his mouth harder against me. “You’re playing with fire, beautiful,” he warned, his fingers gripping my thighs like a vice.

When he finally pulled those lace panties aside, my breath hitched in my throat. His tongue flicked out, teasingly slow at first, before plunging deep, igniting a fire within me. I moaned loudly, arching my hips as I dug my fingers into the couch, gripping the fabric to keep myself grounded.

“James, please… don’t stop,” I begged, my voice thick with need.

He groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. “You taste fucking addictive,” he murmured, mouth moving hungrily. “But I want to hear you say it. Tell me how good I make you feel.”

I bit my lip, feeling the tension building. “You feel amazing,” I breathed, my voice shaky. “So much better than I ever imagined.”

“Better than him, right?” he pressed, a wicked grin stretching across his face.

“Maybe…” I teased, confidence surging through me.

His eyes darkened further, primal need taking over. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re about to find out what ‘better’ really means,” he growled, his fingers working my clit in perfect rhythm. “I bet he never got you this worked up.”

I was nearing the edge, the pleasure overwhelming. “James… I need—”

“Need what?” he teased, leaning closer to me, his breath warm against my core.

“Just… don’t stop.”

“Good girl,” he praised, his tone sultry as he drove me to the brink. When I finally fell apart, my body quaking with pleasure, I cried out, “James!” waves of ecstasy washing over me.

His satisfaction was palpable as he climbed over me, body pressing against mine. “That’s just the start,” he whispered, his fingers tangling in my hair, tilting my head back to claim my mouth.

The kiss was hungry, desperate—filled with all the pent-up emotions we had danced around for so long. As he stripped off the remains of his clothes, I swallowed hard, taking in the sight of him.

“Now, let’s see what else you’ve been missing,” he said, pinning me against the couch again, breathless laughter accompanying his possessiveness.

“Are you ready for me?” he growled, eyes darkening with need.

“James, I—”

“Just say yes, and I’ll take care of the rest,” he interrupted, his voice low and commanding.

“Yes,” I breathed, feeling the heat pool between my legs again.

With a swift movement, he entered me, filling me completely. I gasped, clenching around him as he began to thrust, each movement pushing me closer to the edge once again. “You feel so damn good,” he groaned, eyes locked on mine as he continued to move, each thrust deliberate and deep.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he hissed, punctuating each word with a forceful thrust, possessive and hungry. “Better than what you had before.”

“I—oh god, yes, James!” I cried out, my moans mixing with the sounds of his thrusts. I couldn’t manage anything more than gasps—the pleasure overwhelming, my world reduced to the sensations of him moving inside me.

As James thrust deeper inside me, his breath came in ragged gasps. “Does my cock feel better than his?” he growled, a smirk curling at the corners of his lips.

I didn’t answer, lost in the overwhelming pleasure as he drove deeper, his hips slamming against me, pushing my body to the edge.

“Can you take it all?” he demanded, thrusting harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

Still, I only gasped, my body writhing in response to the sheer ecstasy of his movements.

“Do I fuck you better than he ever did?” he pressed, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts, each one sending shockwaves through me.

I met his intense gaze, heart racing, but I couldn’t find my voice, even as the pleasure surged within me.

“Tell me! Are you forgetting him?” he growled, thrusting even harder, causing my body to respond instinctively to the force of his movements.

Finally, I felt the pressure building to an unbearable peak, and I gasped out, “James!”

He paused, a flicker of triumph in his eyes, and then he pushed into me with an unforgiving thrust. “That’s right, scream my name. You’re mine tonight” he demanded, a wicked grin on his lips as he leaned close.

“James!” I cried out, feeling the tension coiling tighter within me.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice low and sultry. “That’s it. Let go for me. Let me hear just how good I fuck you.”

With a few more powerful thrusts, that coil unraveled, sending me spiraling into ecstasy once again. I could feel him right there with me, his own pleasure peaking as I clenched around him, pulling him deeper.

“Y/N!” he roared, his hips slamming against me one last time before he stilled, a growl escaping his lips.

The aftermath of our reckless, feverish passion wrapped around me like a heavy blanket. My heartbeat gradually slowed to match the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. His head rested on me, his hair damp against my skin, and his arm lay draped possessively across my waist. His fingers, rough and calloused, traced lazy circles against my ribs, grounding me in the reality of what just happened.

I ran my fingers through his hair, savoring the quiet intimacy. It felt surreal—James, my unresolved tension for so long,  and now he’s lying here with me like we’d broken through some invisible barrier we’d pretended didn’t exist. I didn’t want to think about what came next. I just wanted to stay like this forever.

But, of course, James had to break the silence.

“So…” he muttered, voice rough and low. “You never answered me.”

I tilted my head to look down at him. His chin rested on my chest now, eyes glinting with something unreadable. “Answered what?” I asked, feigning innocence.

He raised an eyebrow. “The guy.”

My lips twitched. Oh, I was going to have fun with this. I gave a nonchalant shrug, letting my fingers slip through his hair. “Ah, yeah. Him.” I bit my lip and let my eyes go unfocused like I was lost in thought. “Mmm… yeah, he’s pretty unforgettable.”

James froze. His fingers stopped their lazy tracing, his entire body going rigid against mine. His jaw flexed, his eyes darkening as he pushed himself up onto one elbow. The weight of his stare pinned me beneath him.

“Is that true?” he asked softly. His thumb brushed along my cheek, the touch gentle even though the intensity of his gaze made my stomach flip. “You really got someone waiting for you?”

The jealousy in his eyes was almost palpable, but I wasn’t ready to give in yet. I raised an eyebrow, lips curving into a wicked grin. “Maybe.”

His nostrils flared slightly. His thumb drifted down, tracing the curve of my jaw. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He looked away for a moment, jaw tight, before his eyes met mine again. The vulnerability in that look hit me like a punch to the gut.

“That shit killed me, you know,” he admitted. His voice was rougher now, the teasing bravado completely gone. “Hearing you talk like that. Thinking there might be some other guy… someone who gets to touch you like this. Someone who…” He hesitated, his thumb ghosting over my lips. “Who gets to have you.”

My heart squeezed. I opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat.

James let out a humorless laugh, his eyes dropping to my lips. “I’ve had women throwing themselves at me for years. Groupies who don’t know a damn thing about me beyond the stage.” His lips twisted into a grim smile. “And yeah, I could’ve had any of ‘em. But I didn’t.”

I swallowed hard. “Why not?”

He inhaled slowly, his eyes meeting mine again. “Because the one I ever wanted is you”

The air left my lungs in a rush. My pulse raced, my skin prickling as his words settled in. Holy shit.

Before I could respond, James pushed himself off the bed. I sat up, holding the sheet to my chest as I watched him stride naked across the room. He disappeared into the hallway, leaving me there, heart racing and mind spinning.

What the hell was he doing?

I was still catching my breath when he returned a minute later, his large hand clutching something. As he stepped into the warm glow of the bedside lamp, I saw it clearly: a single red rose with a black string tied around its stem. Attached to the string was a small folded note.

My lips parted in surprise as he held it out to me. His fingers flexed slightly when I took it.

“I was gonna give this to you earlier,” he said, voice low and rough. “Before the whole ‘I got a guy waiting for me’ thing.” His mouth quivered in a half-smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Guess I chickened out.”

I unfolded the note with trembling fingers, my heart threatening to crack my ribcage.

Will you be my Valentine?

I stared at the words, my vision blurring with the tears that sprang up uninvited. My lips parted, but I couldn’t speak. The simplicity of it, the rawness… it shattered me in the best way.

James shifted on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “You don’t have to say anything,” he said quickly. “I just… I needed you to know. I’ve felt this way for a long time.”

I let the rose fall to the bed and surged forward, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down to me. My lips crashed into his, pouring everything I couldn’t say into that kiss. His arms came around me instantly, crushing me against his chest as he kissed me back with the same desperate hunger.

When we finally broke apart, I cupped his face, smiling through the tears. “Yes,” I whispered. “I’ll be your Valentine.”

James exhaled shakily, his forehead resting against mine. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I smiled. “Always.”

He groaned softly, pulling me into his lap. His lips brushed against mine, softer this time. Slower. Like he was savoring the taste of the answer he’d wanted all along.

But I couldn’t resist one last poke. I ran my fingers through his hair and tilted my head. “Although, I gotta say… the other guy might be jealous.”

James froze mid-kiss and leaned back, eyes narrowing. “The fuck?”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

His jaw clenched, and that dark possessiveness returned, his hands gripping my waist. “Y/N…”

I couldn’t hold back the laughter anymore. I let my head fall back as it spilled out, echoing through the room. When I looked at him again, his mouth was a tight line, but his eyes were soft.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous, Hetfield,” I teased, running my fingers along his stubbled jaw.

“Yeah? Keep laughing, sweetheart,” he growled, a smirk finally breaking through. “But you’re mine now. And if that imaginary asshole ever shows up…”

“Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do?”

His lips brushed my ear, voice a low, delicious growl. “I’ll remind him exactly who you belong to”

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[nausicaamusiclover20]

Nausicaa, i love your writing!!!! 🫶🫶🫶 so my request is weird and very open, but the song "changes" by deftones reminds me of load!kirk (just like dark purple for some reason lmao random information) so much, but i have no ideas. I wanted something with this song, maybe a smut? Feel free to do anything you like 🤤🤤🤤😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Please forgive me if I'm posting this only now. I hope you like it!❤ P.s thank you for liking my stories💕

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, mature themes, strong language

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Change

The club was dimly lit, drenched in the hazy glow of neon red and deep purple, shadows stretching long over the glossy floor. The bass from the speakers thrummed through the air, vibrating in my chest as the slow, haunting melody of Deftones’ Change oozed through the room. Bodies swayed around me, lost in the pulse of the music, but my focus was locked on him.

Kirk leaned against the bar, whiskey in hand, his dark curls messy and untamed, sticking to his forehead under the lowlights. His eyes, hooded and heavy, flicked up toward me, and even from across the room, I could feel the weight of his gaze. There was something unreadable in it—something dark, something knowing.

We had been doing this dance for weeks. Stolen glances, lingering touches, teasing words exchanged between drinks. A slow burn, crackling and inevitable. But tonight? Tonight was different. There was no distance, no hesitation—only the silent challenge in his smirk as he pushed off the bar and made his way to me.

“You always watch me like that?” he murmured, voice thick with amusement, dipping his head just enough that his lips nearly brushed my ear.

I exhaled, feeling the coil of tension tighten in my stomach. “Maybe.”

His hand ghosted over my waist, fingers barely skimming my side before gripping my hip with just enough pressure to make my breath hitch. He smirked, sensing my reaction, his thumb tracing idle circles through the thin fabric of my dress.

“You like teasing me, don’t you?” I murmured, pressing in closer, my fingers finding the collar of his open shirt, slipping just beneath to graze his warm skin.

He chuckled, low and husky, tilting his head as his nose skimmed along my jaw. “Funny. I was thinking the same about you.”

The song pulsed around us, slow and sensual, the atmosphere thick with heat and something electric. His other hand found my jaw, tilting my chin up so I had no choice but to look into those dark, half-lidded eyes.

“I think we both know where this is going,” he said, voice like gravel, his lips brushing mine, teasing but never fully committing to a kiss.

I didn’t answer—not with words. Instead, I closed the distance, capturing his lips in a slow, languid kiss that sent a shiver down my spine. He groaned, deep and needy, his fingers tightening at my waist, pulling me flush against him. His body was solid, warm, and I could feel the slow, deliberate roll of his hips against mine as we moved in sync with the music.

The air between us was molten, thick with tension as his lips trailed down to my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point. I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, and he smirked against my skin.

“You’re mine tonight,” he muttered, voice thick with promise.

Before I could respond, he grabbed my hand, leading me through the crowd, weaving past the mass of bodies. Instead of heading toward the exit, he pulled me down a darkened hallway near the back of the club, where the music was muffled, the space intimate and hidden.

The second we were alone, his hands were on me again—gripping my waist, pressing me against the wall, his mouth crashing into mine with a hunger that had been building for too long. My fingers tangled in his curls, pulling him closer as his hands roamed, slipping beneath the hem of my dress, his touch rough and desperate.

“This what you wanted?” he rasped, lips ghosting over my jaw before dragging down my throat.

I could barely breathe, let alone answer, as his hands slid up my thighs, pushing fabric out of the way. His fingers teased, drawing slow, torturous circles against me, coaxing a moan from my lips. The air was thick, our breaths mingling, the heat between us suffocating in the best way.

“Kirk—” My voice broke into a gasp as he pressed deeper, his mouth finding my ear, whispering things that sent a shiver down my spine. My fingers clenched at his shoulders, my body arching into his touch, the music in the background lost to the pounding of my heartbeat.

“Let go for me,” he coaxed, his voice rough, full of satisfaction as he pushed me closer, his name spilling from my lips in a breathless moan. He didn’t stop, drawing it out, his lips pressed against my jaw as he worked me over, his fingers relentless until I trembled against him, my head falling back against the wall. The pleasure crashed through me in waves, and he swallowed my gasps with a deep, claiming kiss, his own breathing ragged against my skin.

“Fuck,” he whispered, smirking against my mouth as he let his hand slide back up my waist, his fingers still burning against my skin. “You’re so good for me.”

He groaned, his mouth crashing back onto mine, swallowing every sound, every shudder. The kiss was messy, desperate, full of everything we had held back for weeks. His hands slid back up, gripping my waist tightly as he pressed me against the wall, our bodies tangled in heat and tension.

The pounding bass of the club pulsed through the walls, drowning out the ragged breaths between us. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, his smirk lazy, satisfied.

“Think you can keep up for the rest of the night?” he murmured, teasing, but the fire in his gaze told me he wasn’t finished yet.

I smirked back, fingers dragging down his chest. "Just try me."

And with that, he grabbed my hand again, leading me out of the hallway—because the night was far from over.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Happy Birthday Cliffy❤🎂

[nausicaamusiclover20]

hay girl how you’ve been. Noticed you weren’t active much and I’ve just been worried. Home your doing ok and doing well, love your writing btw

Hey, thanks for your concern. My life has been a bit chaotic these past few weeks, so I haven’t been able to post. If I don’t post consistently, just blame it on my life 😂

P.S. thanks for loving my stories, love ya❤

[nausicaamusiclover20]

NAUSICA I LOVE SO FREAKING MUCH YOUR WORK

i have a idea for a smutty fanfic with james hetfield 🥳

idk if someone already asked you this but anyways.

I just had the idea of ​​a fanfic of James who is married to reader and they have Cali (James's first daughter) newborn and reader's mother spends almost every day at her house with her granddaughter and those things, and because of those things they have not been able to have sex for months. But one night when his daughter and reader's mother are sleeping they have sex. It may sound strange but since James hasn't fucked for months, he goes a little hard, rough and very vocal with reader and makes everyone else wake up?

thank you so much!

Thank you so much for loving my stories. I'm so sorry if I'm posting this now. I hope you like it!❤

Warnings: mauture themes, sexual themes, strong language

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Interrupted desire

The house was finally silent. After months of exhaustion, between taking care of our newborn daughter, Cali, and my mother practically moving in to "help," James and I hadn't had a moment alone. Every night, we were either too tired or interrupted, and with my mother always around, privacy was nonexistent. Intimacy had become a distant memory.

But tonight? Tonight was different.

Cali was fast asleep in her bassinet, her tiny breaths even and peaceful. My mother had passed out in the guest room after an entire day of fussing over her granddaughter. For the first time in what felt like forever, there were no interruptions. No baby cries, no unannounced visits—just me, James, and a tension that had been simmering for months.

I barely had time to process it when James's hands were on me, his lips finding mine in a desperate kiss. His touch was rough, needy, and I felt my stomach tighten with anticipation. Months. It had been months since we had touched each other like this, and judging by the way James was gripping me, I wasn’t the only one feeling the ache of longing.

"Fuck, Y/N... you have no idea how much I've missed this," he growled against my skin, his voice thick with need. His hands slid under my shirt, rough fingers dancing over my skin, making me shiver.

I gasped as he lifted me effortlessly, pressing me against the mattress with a hunger that made my body burn. He wasn't holding back tonight. There was no slow build-up, no gentle teasing. Just raw, unfiltered need.

"James—" I barely got his name out before he was on me, his mouth trailing down my neck, teeth grazing my skin as he bit down, sucking marks onto my flesh. His body pressed against mine in a way that made me dizzy. The bed creaked beneath us as he moved, his groans mixing with my gasps.

He was rough. Desperate. Months of frustration poured into every movement. His hands gripped my hips tightly, keeping me right where he wanted me. He flipped me onto my stomach, his fingers pressing bruises into my skin as he yanked my hips back against him.

"You're mine, Y/N. Fuck, I’ve needed you so bad," he rasped, voice raw and wrecked.

The way he was panting, groaning, muttering curses under his breath—he wasn’t holding back, and neither was I. My fingers clawed at the sheets, trying to muffle my own moans, but it was impossible. The headboard hit the wall with a rhythmic thud, and the bedframe creaked louder than I remembered.

Too loud.

James didn’t seem to care. If anything, it only fueled him. His grip on my waist tightened, his thrusts growing even more relentless. He tangled a hand in my hair, tugging my head back as his teeth scraped against my shoulder. "Take it, baby. Fuck, you feel so good."

And then—

"What the hell?!"

The voice sliced through the air like a bucket of ice water.

James froze. My heart nearly stopped.

We turned in sync toward the door, where my mother stood, wide-eyed and horrified. In the crib, Cali stirred, letting out a tiny, confused wail.

James let out a long, frustrated groan and buried his face in the crook of my neck. "God damn it."

Heat flooded my face as I scrambled to grab the covers, my mind racing for an explanation—any explanation—but what could I even say?

Before I could come up with anything, my mother sighed dramatically. "For god's sake, at least have the decency to put a pillow behind the damn headboard next time!"

Then, without another word, she turned on her heel and marched down the hall, muttering under her breath about "young people and their hormones."

As soon as she disappeared, silence hung in the air for a long moment before James let out a breathy chuckle. "Oops."

I swatted at his chest, laughing despite myself. "Oops?! That’s all you have to say?"

James smirked, nuzzling into my neck. "What else can I say? Next time, I’ll try to keep it quieter."

James collapsed on top of me, breathless and defeated. "We finally get a moment and this happens."

I let out a helpless laugh, still reeling. "Well... at least now she knows we’re still married."

He groaned again, rolling off me, arms wrapping around my waist as he pulled me close. "We’re trying this again tomorrow. No interruptions."

"If we survive the embarrassment," I teased.

I rolled my eyes, but the truth was, I couldn’t wait for next time.

And honestly? It really was worth it.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

I love your stories so so much and your writing is AMAZING I just disconnect of the world and feel like I’m just right there! I was wondering if you could write a Dave x reader smut story? The reader and Dave knew each other because she was friends with Metallica before they kicked out Dave and for that reason he didn’t like her at all, but a long time after they meet again when Dave is in Megadeth (maybe the 90s?). She tried talking to him but he act’s distant because he doesn’t want to show his feelings to her because he felt betrayed by her too even though she had nothing to do with the band decision, but as the time passes by, the tension grows and… you know 🤭

P.S: ROUGH DAVE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE 🙏

Sorry if I didn't posted, but last week I coudln't even breathe.

Hope you like it!❤

Warnings: NSFW, mature themes, sexual themes

Unforeseen Feelings

Walking into the bar, the familiar scent of stale beer mixed with the sweet aroma of forgotten dreams hit me like a wave. The low hum of classic rock filled the air, and for a moment, it felt like I was stepping back in time. Yet, the past carried the weight of memories and a certain man who occupied so many of my thoughts—Dave Mustaine.

I scanned the room, my heart racing with anticipation and dread. There he was, slouched at the end of the bar, a whiskey glass halfway to his lips. The years had been unkind, but they hadn't dulled his rugged charisma; if anything, the hard lines on his face only enhanced it. He had changed, yet there was still that recognizable spark of defiance in his eyes.

Swallowing hard, I approached him, my feet feeling heavier with each step. Memories of our past flashed in my mind—a friendship that had been twisted the moment Metallica's betrayal had taken him down. What had once been camaraderie had splintered into silence and distance ever since.

“Hey, Dave,” I attempted to sound casual, but my voice betrayed me—a waver slipped in as nervousness took hold.

He turned slowly to face me, his expression unreadable. “What do you want?” There was an edge to his tone, sharp enough to make me take a half-step back.

I bristled at the coldness, crossing my arms defensively. “I came to see how you were doing, but clearly, that was a mistake.”

His derisive laugh echoed around us, a bitter sound steeped in old wounds. “Just because you’re friends with them doesn’t mean I want to talk to you,” he replied, casting his eyes away from me.

The words stung, igniting a flash of anger within me. “You know I had nothing to do with that decision, Dave! You never even gave me the chance to explain.”

“Why would I trust you?” he shot back, disappointment lacing his tone. “You were close to them. You had every reason to side with them.”

I took a deep breath and leaned closer, my determination flaring. “But you didn’t even ask! You just shut me out, like I was part of the betrayal.”

His shoulders tensed, the defensive wall he’d built around himself thickening. I saw the doubts and hardships wrestling within his eyes; the conflict was palpable. “You wouldn’t understand,” he muttered, looking away.

“Try me,” I urged, my heart pounding as I drew closer.

The silence stretched, filled with unspoken words and emotions. He hesitated, and just for a moment, I saw a glimpse of the man he used to be—the one who smiled easily, the one who found joy in every riff. I remembered all those carefree nights we spent together, laughing and enjoying life.

Flashback

It was only a year before everything changed; we were hanging out backstage while the band prepared for a gig. The energy was electric, and the freedom of youth felt like a never-ending promise. Dave had flung his arm around my shoulder, his laughter echoing.

“You know what? Once we make it big, we should go on a trip together!” he exclaimed, a wild grin spreading across his face. It was the perfect night—music playing, laughter ringing through the air.

But soon after, shadows began to gather. The tensions I hadn’t noticed were festering. When Metallica’s betrayal came to light, it shattered him; it shattered us both. I could see it in his eyes but had no idea how deeply it would ripple through our shared world.

End Flashback

I took a sharp breath, feeling the weight of that memory press against my chest. “You didn’t give me a chance to explain,” I said softly, reaching for his hand, but he withdrew it before I could make contact.

“You’re friends with them. Why would you want to help me?” he retorted, his voice a mix of hurt and anger.

“Because I care about you, Dave,” I confessed, my heart racing, desperation filling my voice. “I never wanted to be caught in the middle of your pain.”

He continued to look away, the inner battle clearly visible on his face. “Then why are you here now?” he finally asked, his tone softening slightly.

“Because I’ve missed you!” I said, the exasperation in my voice ringing out clearly. “I can’t stand this distance between us any longer. I want to talk to you—not about the past, but about now.”

His eyes met mine, and within that moment, something shifted in the air; the hardness of his expression faltered, presenting a vulnerable side I hadn’t seen in years.

“I…” he started, but words failed him. I could see he was torn between the walls he’d built around himself and the longing that had lingered beneath the surface.

In an impulsive moment, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, yearning to bridge the chasm that had formed between us. His body stiffened in surprise, and for a few heart-stopping seconds, time seemed to freeze as a whirlwind of emotions swirled around us.

When I pulled back, my heart raced at the surprised expression on his face. “You’re so stupid; couldn’t you see I wanted you?” I breathed, searching his gaze for any recognition of my feelings.

He blinked, still stunned. “You shouldn’t have done that, Y/N,” he murmured, recovering from the shock.

“Maybe I wanted you to notice,” I replied, feigning bravado even as warmth flooded my cheeks.

A slow smile crept onto his face, a dangerous spark igniting in his eyes. “Maybe it’s time you learn how this really works,” he growled, pulling me closer so our bodies crashed together. The heat radiated between us like a force of nature.

“Let’s get out of here,” I suggested, the urgency of the moment urging me to act.

He took my hand, and we stepped outside into the cool night air. The ambiance of the bar faded behind us, but the heat between us only intensified as we wandered onto the dimly lit street.

“Where to?” I asked breathlessly, glancing up at him.

He looked down at me, his expression softening. “My apartment is just a few blocks away. We’ll be alone there.”

The thrill of his words sent a spark coursing through me. I nodded, and we walked in a comfortable silence, anticipation crackling between us.

When we finally arrived at his apartment, the door barely had time to click closed before he was upon me again, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. His hands found my waist, drawing me possessively against him, and I melted into him, feeling the years of unresolved desire ignite like a flame rekindled.

“God, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmured between kisses, breathless and wild.

I leaned into him, feeling emboldened. “Then show me how much you want me.”

His hands slid from my waist to grip my shoulders as he kissed me deeper, any remnants of hesitance dissipating. In that moment, he moved us through the dimly lit space of his apartment, not breaking our kiss, until our backs hit the wall near the door.

The coolness of the wall contrasted starkly with the heat radiating from our bodies. He pressed against me, and I gasped, feeling every inch of him—hard and desperate for my touch. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I relished the feeling of his body against mine.

He broke the kiss, taking a step back to look at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Are you sure?” he asked, genuine concern mixed with lust in his voice.

“Yes,” I breathed, my heart pounding. “I want you, Dave. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

With a primal urgency, he grasped my waist and lifted me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding on tight as he carried me to his bedroom. The passionate energy crackled between us, charging the atmosphere as he set me down on the edge of the bed.

“I can’t believe we’re here,” he said, running a hand through his hair. His eyes were ablaze with desire, and I felt the intensity in the air between us.

Neither of us wasted time; the moment felt too precious to lose. He leaned in, capturing my lips with his once more, and I could feel every kiss building the tension that had long been held at bay.

As he kissed me passionately, his hands roamed my body, exploring the curves he had longed for. I pulled him tighter against me, feeling the heat of his body seep into mine. Everything else faded away; there were no past betrayals or anger, only the two of us entwined in this moment of pure desire.

With a surge of confidence, I began to undress, feeling liberated and free. Dave watched, his gaze hungry, and I could see his chest rise and fall with need.

“Let me,” he murmured, taking my hands and guiding them away, before leaning down to press heated kisses along my neckline. I shivered, my body responding instantly to every gentle touch.

“Dave…” I gasped, feeling a rush of pleasure as his lips moved lower, trailing kisses along my collarbone and heading towards the fabric of my shirt.

“I want to savor this,” he whispered against my skin

As his lips danced along my collarbone, I marveled at the way he explored me with both tenderness and urgency. My heart raced, and every kiss sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The mix of desire and anticipation had me teetering on the edge of bliss.

“Dave…” I gasped, feeling his warmth envelop me as he peeled away my shirt, revealing my skin to the cool air of the room.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he took a moment to drink me in. The sincerity in his tone sent a thrill down my spine, igniting an overwhelming desire within me.

He leaned in, claiming my lips once more, and I could feel his need mirrored in every touch, every kiss. I ran my fingers through his hair as he explored my body, revelling in the way he savored every inch of me. Moving with a confidence that came from years of pent-up longing, he gently pushed me back onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I want to make you feel good,” he said, a teasing grin on his face that sent sparks flying through my chest.

Then, with a sudden burst of playful energy, he kissed a path down my body, his hands exploring my curves with a reverent touch. My senses lit up as his mouth moved lower, and I could hardly contain my moans as the heat between us intensified.

“Just like that,” I urged, feeling the tension building within me, the anticipation overwhelming.

With careful precision, he took his time, making sure to ignite every nerve ending as he worshipped my body with his lips. The world outside faded away, and nothing existed but the two of us, lost in our own private paradise.

“Dave, I need you,” I gasped, arching my back against the sheets, all too aware of how close I was to the edge.

“Then you’re gonna get me,” he replied playfully, shifting his weight and joining me on the bed, his body pressing against mine.

There was something incredibly liberating about our closeness. I felt a mixture of exhilaration and urgency as he maneuvered us into the right position, the playful glint in his eye making my heart race even more.

“Are you ready?” he asked, the hint of vulnerability mixed with eagerness brightly shining through his words.

“Yes,” I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. “Just… just kiss me, please.”

He smiled against my lips and then kissed me deeply, the connection between us growing sharper with every beat of our hearts. It was a kiss filled with everything we hadn’t said before—the longing, the frustration, and now a promise of passion.

With a swift motion, our bodies intertwined, and I gasped as he filled me completely. The world shifted around us, and all I could focus on was the way our bodies melded together, driven by a shared heat that exploded into an undeniable rhythm.

He set a pace that was both passionate and sweet, losing himself in the sensations we created together. Each thrust was met with little gasps and soft moans, building toward a crescendo that I felt reverberate through every part of me.

“Just like that,” I urged, drawing him in closer. “Don’t stop.”

He smiled, his breath quickening. “I could get used to this,” he remarked, a teasing tone creeping into his voice as he continued to move within me, his warmth enveloping me entirely.

Moments turned into minutes, and as our bodies moved together, the world outside faded into insignificance. We became lost in one another, two souls finally finding their way back to the connection we’d lost for so long.

Our breaths intertwined, punctuated by the occasional laugh or whisper. I felt free, liberated in a way I never expected. It was raw and passionate, the way we connected driving us both to heights we hadn’t thought possible.

Finally, we reached that sweet climax together, the world around us blurring into a haze of pleasure and warmth. I could feel the electric spark of ecstasy wash over me as we both collapsed against each other, panting and blissfully spent.

After a few moments, I felt Dave's arms wrap around me, pulling me close. I smiled at the warmth that radiated through us, content with the closeness after the fire we’d just shared.

“I can’t believe we finally did that,” he chuckled softly, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

I laughed, burying my head against his chest, reveling in the way my body molded against his, feeling utterly safe and happy. “Me neither! I thought I’d have to throw you a laundry list of reasons for a while.”

“Well, you definitely sold me on it,” he said, a playful glimmer in his eye. “And I’m glad I took the plunge.”

“Just remember that I’m not letting you out of my sight again,” I teased, looking up at him. “No closing off anymore, okay?”

“I promise,” he replied earnestly, leaning down to kiss the top of my head before settling in against me, his warmth soothing. I could feel the tension of the past beginning to melt away, replaced by a sense of genuine comfort.

As we lay there, I felt him relax, his breath evening out as he nuzzled closer. There was something amusingly endearing about how he somewhat resembled a large, sleepy cat curled against me, his large frame contrasting with the gentle intimacy we shared.

“Are you laughing at me?” he muttered, half-asleep.

“Maybe,” I smirked, running my fingers through his hair. “You just look so adorable like this.”

“Adorable?” he repeated, the teasing tone back in his voice, even beneath the haze of sleep. “I’m a legendary rock star.”

I chuckled, the sound escaping my lips like a breath of pure joy. “And now you’re my legendary rock star, who is also a little spoon.”

“Little spoon?” he echoed, opening one eye to look at me incredulously. “You’re not supposed to tell anyone that!”

With a laugh, I tightened my hold around him. “Oh, it’s too late for that! I’ll spread the word: the great Dave Mustaine loves being the little spoon—”

“That’s it!” he interrupted, mock indignation clear in his voice. “You better watch out; I’m going to need to redeem my rockstar reputation.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” I asked, leaning closer, fully embracing the lighthearted banter.

But he didn’t reply. Instead, his breath deepened as he settled in, and I could feel him drifting off to sleep. I couldn’t help but smile, pulling him closer as I realized how far we had come—from distant friends caught in turmoil to two souls finding solace in each other.

There was something undeniably sweet about moments like these, and I felt secure in the knowledge that this was just the beginning of our new chapter—a chapter filled with laughter, warmth, and maybe a little bit of mischief.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Something involving Kirk’s tattoo. Like maybe when he first gets it and doesn’t tell reader about it she finds out becomes obsessed with it something smut involved please😈

Hope you like it!❤

Warnings: smut, strong language, mature themes.

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Flames of desire

I stood just outside Kirk’s quarters, exhilaration coursing through me after my earlier run. My heart was still racing from the exercise, but nothing compared to the rush of excitement at the thought of seeing him. As I pushed the door open, the familiar scent of his cologne wafted through the air, mixed with something sweet—probably dessert he had saved.

“Did you save any of that synthale for me?” I called out, stepping into the warm glow of his room. I stopped short at the sight before me.

Kirk was halfway through undressing, his shirt slipping off his broad shoulders. My heart raced—not just from my run, but from how effortlessly handsome he looked. However, what captivated me most was the tattoo on his right side. Flames danced across his waist, their vibrant colors flickering in a way that made them seem alive.

“Wow, Kirk,” I said, stepping closer, “you’ve been holding out on me.” My tone was playful, but I couldn’t hide my admiration.

He turned fully to face me, a teasing spark igniting in his eyes. “Thought you’d be impressed. But I bet it’s not just the tattoo that gets you hot under the collar.”

Heat flooded my cheeks at his boldness. “Can I… can I look at it up closer?” I asked, curiosity bubbling within me.

Kirk raised an eyebrow, mischief shining in his gaze. “Only if you can handle the heat,” he replied with a grin, taking a step toward me.

As I reached out, my fingers brushed against the tattoo, tracing the intricate flames. The warmth radiated from his skin, sending shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how vividly the flames mimicked the wild inferno that burned between us.

“This is incredible,” I whispered, lost in the artistry of it all. The flames reminded me of our passion—intense, consuming, and dangerous.

“You seem quite taken with it,” he said, amusement in his tone as I studied the ink.

“You don’t get it. It’s mesmerizing!” I exclaimed. “It’s not just a tattoo; it feels like it represents something deeper—like the flames of inferno.”

Kirk took a step closer, our bodies nearly touching. The air between us felt charged, and I could sense the intensity building. “It represents passion—wild, untamed passion,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent a thrill racing through me.

“I think it leads to something explosive,” I replied boldly, feeling the heat radiating from both his tattoo and the man standing before me.

Without further ado, he closed the space between us, capturing my lips in a kiss that ignited a fire within me. The moment was electric, and my body melted against his as I surrendered to the urgency of the kiss.

“What do you want?” he murmured against my lips, the warmth of his breath mingling with my own.

“I want you,” I confessed, my heart racing with desire. “I want you—now.”

In one swift movement, he spun me around, pinning me against the wall with firm but gentle hands. The heat from his tattoo pressed against my skin, amplifying the need coursing through my veins. I could feel my body instinctively responding, hunger rising in my core.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice thick with longing.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I replied, my heart pounding.

Kirk captured my mouth again, and we quickly fell into a passionate rhythm, our bodies moving together as one. Fingers tangled in his hair as we kissed, exploring the depths of our desires.

As we continued, my hand trailed down from his hair to his waist, brushing over the edges of the tattoo. I pressed my lips against the flames, savoring the warmth of his skin and the symbolism behind the ink. Each kiss lit a fire within me, making me feel more connected to him than I ever had before.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured against his skin, feeling completely alive in the moment.

Kirk let out a low growl as he pressed his body against mine, driving the point home that we were both caught in this whirlwind of heat. “You have no idea how much I want you,” he replied, his voice husky with desire.

With every kiss I placed on the flames, my longing intensified. It felt as if I were kissing the embodiment of our passion—a wild inferno that threatened to engulf us both. The tattoo became a physical representation of everything we were sharing, and I found myself craving him even more.

“Y/N,” he breathed, pulling slightly away to gaze deeply into my eyes. “You’re driving me wild.”

I chuckled softly, but there was an undeniable heat building inside me. “Good,” I replied breathlessly, tugging him closer. “Let go.”

With that, Kirk captured my lips again, plunging us into a world where nothing else mattered. The outside world faded, leaving only the two of us as we melted together, moving in perfect harmony.

I surrendered to the fiery passion that crackled between us, feeling utterly consumed by the inferno of our desires. We continued to lose ourselves in each other, the tattoo pulsing with life as we found our rhythm.

In that fervent embrace, time ceased to exist. He lifted me slightly, my legs wrapping around his waist, as I whispered his name—a mixture of plea and affirmation. I clung to him, kissing the flames again, savoring the moment in its entirety—the wildness, the heat, the unbreakable connection we shared.

As we finally reached that exhilarating peak together, our breaths mingling in the afterglow, I couldn’t help but smile up at him. “You know, next time you decide to get another tattoo, at least give me a heads-up,” I teased, running my fingers along the ink. “I'd love to be prepared for the heat.”

Kirk chuckled, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “I promise I’ll give you a heads-up. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on my next masterpiece.”

With a playful wink, he pressed his lips to my forehead, the flames on his skin still glowing brightly.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Are you alive 😥

Just finished recharging my energy, so yes, I'm alive. Thanks for asking❤

[nausicaamusiclover20]

I need to see 2002 James tied up whimpering, begging, sobbing 😊

Warnings: 18+ explicit language, mature themes, sexual content, and depictions of bondage and restraint, power dynamics.

Hope you like it!❤

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Surrounded by Desire

The dim light of the bedroom wrapped around us like a warm, seductive blanket, casting soft shadows across the walls. I looked down at James, his wrists securely restrained to the bed with soft, inviting fabric, and a thrill pulsed through me. He looked utterly divine—completely captive, filled with longing, and exuding raw desire. Every quickened breath he took, laced with excitement, sent heat spiraling through me.

“Y/n…” he breathed, his voice trembling with need. The desperation in his tone stirred something primal within me, igniting a fire that begged to be unleashed. I could see the look in his eyes, an eagerness, a silent invitation to explore every boundary that made my skin flush with anticipation.

“Oh, but where’s the fun in letting you go?” I smirked, relishing the control I had over him. I leaned down, letting my fingers glide over his chest, tracing the hard lines of his body with deliberate slowness. Each caress heightened the tension that swirled between us. “You know you’re all mine tonight. Are you ready to see just how far I can push you?”

His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his chest rising and falling faster—a clear sign of his eagerness. “Y-Yes,” he admitted, his voice thick with desire, a trust shining in his eyes.

“Good,” I said, my tone low and dripping with sultry promise. Leaning in, I brushed my lips against his ear, letting my breath tease him relentlessly. “Tell me what you want, baby. I want to hear you beg for it.”

“I want you…” he whispered, his breath hitching as I teased him. “Please… I need you. I want you so fucking badly.”

“Want me to do what?” I pressed, trailing my fingers lower, skimming just above the waistband of his boxers, a teasing promise hanging in the air. I could see him squirm, that mixture of urgency and desperation etched on his face as he strained against the bonds, every fiber of his being yearning for release.

“Just… take control. Please… fuck me,” he gasped, his voice strained and filled with need. The sight of him—so obedient, so willing—made my heart race with delight.

“Such a good boy,” I purred, the words escaping my lips like silk. I leaned closer, letting my lips brush against his skin, my breath hot against him. “You look so fucking sexy when you let me take charge of you. How could I possibly resist?”

I slowly pulled down his boxers, exposing his eager length to the cool air. He gasped as I pulled them away, reveling in the way my teasing made him squirm beneath me.

Then, I positioned myself above him, straddling his hips. I locked my gaze on his, a wicked smile on my lips. “You ready for this?” I asked, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

“Yes! Please, Y/n, please… I need you!” His eyes were wide, filled with that raw need that drove me wild.

I lowered myself down slowly, feeling him stretch me as I sank onto him. A moan escaped my lips, blending with his sharp gasp as I filled myself with him completely. The sensation sent waves of pleasure radiating through my entire body. “So fucking good,” I breathed, relishing the moment, the stretch, and the heat between us.

“Damn, you feel incredible,” he groaned, thrusting his hips upward eagerly, searching for more as his hand tangled in my hair.

With a wicked smile, I tightened around him, savoring the friction. “You like that, don’t you?” I teased, lifting myself slightly before sliding back down, relishing how he filled me completely. “You’re going to feel even better.”

I teased him relentlessly, using my hips to roll and grind against him, every movement pushing us both closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“Y/n, please�� don’t tease like this,” he begged, desperation lacing his voice. “I need more! I can’t take it!”

“More? You want more?” I taunted, turning the heat between us into molten desire. My eyes sparkled with mischief as I began to pick up the pace, riding him harder, the sound of our bodies joining, filling the room. “Then show me how badly you want it.”

“Fuck! Yes! Just like that!” he cried out, eyes dark with lust. “Don’t stop! I want you to ride me harder!”

I leaned forward, pressing my body against his as I continued to ride him, capturing every inch of pleasure coursing through us. I could feel the heat of his body beneath me and hear the desperate rhythm of his breath matching the tempo of my movements.

“You’re doing so well for me,” I whispered in his ear, letting my lips brush against his skin. “I want to feel you come for me, James. Can you do that? Can you give it to me?”

“Y/N, I’m so close!” he gasped, the urgency tinging his voice as I felt him tense beneath me. Every pulse of his body spoke volumes of the pleasure he was teetering on.

“Then let go. Give in to me,” I urged, my voice sultry and commanding. “I want to see you fall apart, scream for me when you do.”

With one last thrust, I pushed him over the edge, his body shaking violently as pleasure rushed through him, sending him soaring into ecstasy. “Y/N!” he shouted, his voice a beautiful symphony of pure pleasure, the sound sending waves of heat rolling through me.

I was entranced as I watched him unravel, the power of the moment coursing through me. As I tightened around him, the sensation propelled me into my own release, and I lost myself in the overwhelming bliss of it all.

As the waves of pleasure finally subsided, I collapsed onto his chest, both of us panting, hearts racing in tandem. The room was filled with the sound of our breaths and the stillness that settled over us. I smiled, brushing my fingers through his hair, feeling the warmth of him beneath me, still connected.

After a few moments of stillness, I looked into his eyes, filled with satisfaction and love. “You did amazing,” I whispered, my voice thick with affection. “You were incredible, James.”

With a soft smile playing on my lips, I grabbed the soft restraints binding his wrists and carefully began to untie him, loosening the fabric that had held him captive. “Now you’re free,” I said playfully, my fingers grazing his skin, igniting a gentle thrill.

He smiled back, eyes twinkling with a mix of affection and slight mischief. “Free for what?”

“Free to come here,” I teased, wiggling my fingers to indicate my lap, as I repositioned myself beside him on the bed. “I might have another way to reward you for being such a good boy tonight.”

He chuckled softly, pulling me close as I settled beside him, safe in the warmth of our shared moment. As I nestled against his side, I felt a mixture of intimacy and excitement swirling in the air between us, knowing this was just the beginning of many adventures we would share together.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Guess who's back? Let’s begin again🔥

New one shot in 7 hours

[nausicaamusiclover20]

I LOVE YOUR FICS AAAA!!! 💖💖💖

Anyways enough of my fangirling, i have a slightly different request that i don’t think you’re done at all.

Basically i was thinking of Kirk as some type of demonic priest (because he likes horror and stuff yk) and the reader is staying at an “abandoned” church because they make like content on paranormal stuff but in the middle of the night she hears something and he’s there…and work your magic for the rest 🙏

THANK YOUUUUUU ❤

Warnings: Paranormal Activity/Haunting, Violence/Injury, Blood and Injury Detail, Entity Threat, Fear and Suspense

I hope you’ll like this crazy idea

Beware

 The church was colder than I expected.

The moment I stepped through the creaking wooden doors, a chill crawled up my spine, as if the air inside was thicker, heavier than it should have been. I adjusted the camera in my hands, trying to steady the shaky lens. My breath hung in the air as I took a deep breath, ignoring the uneasy feeling growing in the pit of my stomach.

“This is it, guys,” I said, forcing a calmness into my voice. It echoed in the empty space. “Saint Anselm’s Church. Abandoned for decades. People have disappeared here. Paranormal activity. Tonight, I’m going to uncover why.”

I swept the camera across the room, taking in the dimness, the decaying wood of the pews, the flickering light from the few broken windows. The altar at the far end was draped in shadows, and the stone floor looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in years. Despite the coolness of the room, it felt stifling, like the air had been locked in here for too long.

The headache began almost immediately.

It was just a dull throb at first, nothing to worry about. Maybe I was dehydrated or tired. But the deeper I walked into the church, the sharper the pain grew. My temples pounded, and every step felt heavier.

I pressed my fingers to my forehead, hoping it would pass. I was here to get footage. I couldn’t back out now.

“I’m fine,” I muttered under my breath, turning the camera to capture the altar. The EMF detector in my bag wasn’t picking up anything unusual—no signs of paranormal activity yet, but the air was growing colder. Unnaturally so.

But the pain wasn’t going away.

It worsened, like something inside my skull was twisting, grinding against my bones. A sharp, pulsing ache that made it hard to focus. I staggered toward the altar, hoping that maybe moving around would help.

As I passed the old confessional booth, the pain hit me like a blow to the head.

I gasped, dropping to my knees, my hands gripping my skull. The pressure was unbearable. My vision blurred, and my breath became ragged. I couldn’t even think straight, and I felt like the world was spinning around me.

This isn’t normal.

Something was wrong.

I staggered back up to my feet, desperate to regain some control, but the dragging sound echoed through the room, cold and ominous.

I turned sharply, my flashlight flickering as I swung it across the dark expanse of the church. The beam landed on nothing but shadow.

“Hello?” I called out, my voice unsteady. It felt too loud in the heavy silence. “Is anyone here? I’m just filming...”

The creaking grew louder. Closer.

I spun around, heart hammering in my chest. The air had grown cold—impossibly cold—and the shadows in the corners of the room seemed to stretch, elongating like they were reaching out to grab me. The temperature continued to drop.

I backed away slowly, but my feet slipped, and I nearly lost my balance. Panic set in. My pulse quickened, and the pain in my head flared again, sharp and searing. It felt like my skull was going to crack open. I was dizzy. Disoriented.

I tried to shake it off, but it was getting harder to breathe. The shadows were closing in, swirling around me, and I couldn’t see clearly anymore.

Then I felt it—cold. A presence.

Something invisible, but undeniable. A chill that pressed against my chest, as though an invisible hand was pushing me down.

I gasped for air, but it was like the room was suffocating me. The whispers began—low, guttural, incomprehensible—but full of malice.

I dropped to my knees again, clutching my chest, feeling the weight of the air pressing against me. It was like something was holding me there.

The pain in my head reached a crescendo, and I screamed.

And then, something sharp.

The unmistakable feeling of a blade cutting into my skin.

I looked down in horror, and saw blood—my blood—beginning to stain my sleeve. The pain in my arm was excruciating. I tried to touch the wound, but I couldn’t move. My whole body felt numb, and the darkness was closing in around me. The whispers got louder, like they were coming from every direction.

No. I can’t...

Then—

“Enough!”

The voice rang out, sharp and clear, cutting through the air like a blade.

I froze, my heart skipping in my chest as the shadows recoiled. They hissed in pain, the air shifting around me. The pressure on my chest lifted. The cold receded, replaced by a strange warmth.

I blinked through my dizziness and saw him—a man—a figure emerging from the shadows.

He was tall, his black robe flowing around him as he moved. His presence was commanding, like something from a dream or a nightmare, but he was here.

His eyes were intense, dark—like they could see straight through me. The figure spoke again, this time in a calm, authoritative voice, filled with an undeniable power.

“You are not welcome here.”

The shadows screamed, twisting and recoiling as though they were being burned by his voice.

He stepped forward, and with a simple gesture of his hand, the darkness shrank back, as if it feared him.

My breath caught in my throat. The creature, whatever it was, hissed once more but seemed to fade, retreating into the corners of the church.

The man turned toward me, his gaze softening, and knelt beside me.

“You’re hurt,” he said, his voice no longer cold but filled with concern.

I could barely speak. “Who... are you?”

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, his fingers brushed over the wound on my arm, his touch gentle but steady. The blood stopped flowing, the pain subsiding as though something in him had the power to heal it.

“Someone who watches over this place,” he said quietly, his voice low and reassuring. “Someone who protects those the church still holds dear.”

“W-What do you mean?” I gasped, still in shock. “Why did it attack me? What is this place?”

He glanced at the pendant around my neck—my grandmother’s pendant—then looked back at me, his eyes darkening with something I couldn’t quite place.

“Because of this,” he said softly.

I felt a strange shiver run down my spine as his gaze lingered on the pendant. I swallowed hard. “My family doesn’t have any connection to this church.”

He didn’t say anything right away. He just studied me, his face unreadable. Then he sighed and stood, offering me a hand.

“The church holds power—old power,” he explained, his voice firm but gentle. “Your bloodline is tied to it. You carry something with you—something the entity wanted to claim.”

I was speechless, staring up at him as if trying to make sense of what he was saying. “My bloodline? How do you—”

He shook his head. “I know more than you realize. You are connected to this place, whether you know it or not. And that thing... it knew.”

I took his hand and let him help me up, feeling weak but relieved. “Who are you?” I asked again.

The man’s gaze softened, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something in his eyes—an emotion I couldn’t name.

“Kirk,” he said simply, his voice calm but filled with a weight I hadn’t expected. “And I’m here to protect you.”

I couldn’t understand all of it. My mind was racing, but I knew one thing—whatever I thought I knew about my family, about this church, it was only the beginning.

He looked around the church once more, his expression darkening. “We can’t leave yet.”

I froze, my heart pounding. “What do you mean? The door’s locked... I—I can’t get out.”

His gaze was fixed on the door, but there was a strange hesitation in his eyes. “It’s not just that. There’s something else... something about you that’s keeping you here. Something the church won’t let go of.”

I stepped back, feeling the weight of his words settle over me. “What are you talking about? Why can’t I just leave?”

Kirk exhaled slowly, turning to face me. “Because it’s not safe. Not yet. The church... it’s not done with you.”

The tension in the air thickened, like the church itself was holding us hostage. I pressed my palm to the door, but it didn’t move an inch. The strange energy in the room felt suffocating, and the darkness outside seemed to pulse with a life of its own.

“What is it that wants me here?” I whispered, barely able to breathe.

Kirk’s eyes softened, but there was something unreadable in his gaze. “I don’t know, but we need to figure it out. And we need to do it quickly. Whatever it is, it’s only a matter of time before it finds us.”

My pulse raced, and I couldn’t decide if I was more scared of being trapped here or of whatever he knew that he wasn’t saying. I glanced up at him, desperate for answers.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he said, his voice firm, though there was a flicker of uncertainty behind his eyes. “But we need to stay calm.”

He placed a hand gently on my shoulder, a surprisingly tender gesture, but his grip was firm, as if he was grounding me against the growing fear. His touch sent a small spark of warmth through me, and I fought to steady my breath.

“We’ll figure this out,” he said again, his voice more reassuring this time. “But first, we have to understand why this place won’t let us leave.”

 Then , he reached into his robe and pulled out a small vial, the liquid inside glowing faintly. “Drink this. It will help with the pain and calm your nerves. It’s part of the protection.”

I hesitated, but the dizziness was already creeping back in, and the thought of facing whatever else might be in this church without it was terrifying.

I took the vial, unscrewing it slowly. The liquid smelled faintly of herbs, but something else, something more ancient, lingered in the scent. I drank it in one go, feeling warmth flood through me almost instantly. The sharp pain in my head receded, and I could breathe more easily.

Kirk observed me with quiet intensity as I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to regain my senses.

Suddenly, he gently placed his hand on my shoulder, guiding me to sit on one of the pews. I felt too exhausted to argue. The ordeal had drained me more than I wanted to admit.

“Rest,” he said softly. “You’ve been through a lot.”

I glanced up at him. There was a tenderness in his expression now, something that made my heart skip. The pain in my head was subsiding, but there was still so much confusion, so many questions.

“Thank you,” I whispered, feeling the weight of everything still heavy in my chest.

He didn’t speak immediately. Instead, he moved closer, lowering himself to kneel beside me. He gently cradled my head in his hands, guiding it to rest against his thigh. The moment was so unexpected, but it felt comforting, like an anchor in the middle of the storm.

His fingers lightly traced the edge of my hair, and I let out a shaky breath, the pain in my body slowly starting to fade away. His touch was so soft, and there was something calming about the way he moved, as if he’d done this before—or perhaps, as though he’d always been meant to.

“You’re gonna be okay, I won’t let him hurt you, I promise,” he murmured, his voice so low it was barely a whisper, but it sent a wave of warmth through me.

For a moment, I let myself close my eyes, allowing his presence to be the only thing I focused on. Whatever was happening, whatever this connection was, I wasn’t afraid anymore.

I wasn’t alone.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Hi Nausicaa))

So, it seems like a lot of people on this app, not just me, do think that James got hard wolf/werewolf vibes. So I had an idea. Medieval-ish times, a town inside the forest, where it’s a custom to offer a young beautiful maiden (and of course a virgin) as a wife to the forest beast (werewolf) to please him and for a guarantee that he will protect the village. While it’s an honor, a lot of girls are excited to be chosen because according to legends being the werewolf wife allows a worry-free life plus there are very exciting rumors about werewolf’s stamina (yup, the bedroom stamina).

Reader is the only one who doesn’t care about being chosen, she has no interest in this whatsoever, plus she thinks that the stamina rumors are ridiculous, and as a male he’ll only chase his own pleasure. However, of course she gets picked, personally, by James, because he overheard her saying that hirs a stupid tradition, etc. So they get married and the first night James proves her how true this rumors were true but he’s also very considerate because it’s her first time?

I hope you like it!❤

Warnings: mature content, light tender and rough smut, mature language, smut

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The beast's bride

The village’s tradition has always been clear: one maiden, chosen to be the bride of the forest beast. The stories I grew up with told me of his power, his wildness, the way the town would offer up a girl to keep the peace. The rumors that followed him were as thick as the forest he roamed. They spoke of his endless stamina, his insatiable desires, his wild, animalistic nature. And the women? They whispered that to be chosen was the highest honor—the chance to be married to a creature of legend.

But I never bought into those stories.

I’ve heard it all before. The girls sigh over the rumors, the older women smirk knowingly about the things they never tell you. But none of it fazes me. I didn’t care about the so-called protection the beast offered the village, nor the supposed pleasures of being his wife. Those whispers? They seemed ridiculous to me. If he was a man at all, he was only driven by his own instincts, not by any idea of affection or connection. It was a story made to scare us, to keep us in line.

So imagine my surprise when, on the day the elders called for the selection, I—of all people—was chosen.

It wasn’t supposed to be me. Not Y/N, the girl who rolled her eyes at every mention of the werewolf, who scoffed at the idea of marriage being some form of fate, who had always felt her future was her own to decide. But there I was, standing before James, the werewolf himself, as the villagers murmured and stared.

The moment he laid eyes on me, I knew something was different. He had heard my words—the ones I had said in jest to my friends. "The rumors about his stamina are ridiculous. Just a way to make girls swoon," I had said, laughing it off. "As if a man’s pleasure should matter more than anything else."

It was no secret I didn’t believe in the so-called allure of the beast. And when James heard me, he made his decision: I was the one he wanted. Not because of some twisted destiny, but because he wanted to show me.

He wanted me to see that the rumors were not just tales told around fires, that there was truth in them. And that truth would be shown to me, personally.

The wedding was quick, as expected. No grand feast, no dancing. The ceremony was just the two of us, a quiet exchange of vows in front of the village elder, and then we were bound. I didn’t even have time to protest, to question the strange pull I felt towards him despite my resistance. It was all happening too fast. Before I knew it, James was my husband, and the villagers were watching, waiting to see what would unfold.

When we’re finally alone, I feel the weight of the night bear down on me. The tension in the air is thick, the room strangely silent, save for the sound of my heartbeat.

James stands by the window, looking out at the forest, his silhouette casting a shadow that seems almost… predatory. His eyes flick to me, and the intensity in his gaze is enough to make me shiver.

“You’re quiet,” he says, his voice low and controlled. It’s not an accusation, but more of an observation, one that makes the room feel even smaller, as if the space between us is electric.

I swallow, trying to gather my thoughts. "I don’t understand why you chose me," I confess, my voice shaky. "There are others who wanted this. Who believed in all the stories about you, about what you could do. But I…" I hesitate. "I never believed them."

A brief smile tugs at his lips. It’s almost knowing, as if he’s been waiting for me to say this. He walks toward me slowly, like he’s taking his time, considering every step.

"I overheard you," he admits, his voice calm. "You called it ridiculous, the idea that I could satisfy a woman the way the rumors say I do."

I’m caught off guard by his frankness, but I don’t back down. "I don’t believe in them. I think it’s just a story. A way to keep people in their place."

His gaze softens just slightly. "Maybe it’s a story. Or maybe it’s more than that." He steps closer, his presence overwhelming in a way I can’t explain. "But I want you to know, Y/N, that there is truth to the things they say. And tonight, I’ll show you that."

A shiver runs down my spine, though I’m not sure whether it’s from fear or something else—something more confusing.

He notices, and his hand reaches out, fingers brushing against my cheek. His touch is warmer than I expected, his hand steady, as if he’s trying to comfort me. "I know this is new for you," he murmurs, his voice soft but filled with something I can’t quite place. "I won’t rush you, I won’t force anything. I know what I am, but I’ll be gentle. Because I know it’s your first time."

I freeze. His words hit me harder than anything. The werewolf, the beast everyone feared, is offering me kindness—patience. It feels so strange, so foreign to what I had expected. His touch is tender, his fingers brushing along my skin like he’s waiting for permission.

"I… I don’t know what to expect," I admit, feeling my vulnerability rise like a tide I can’t stop.

James looks at me, really looks at me, and then, without a word, he leans in. His lips meet mine—slowly, carefully, like he’s testing the waters. I don’t pull away. Instead, something shifts in me, something I can’t control. I respond to him, hesitant but curious, feeling the tension in his body that contrasts with his gentleness.

When he pulls away, his eyes search mine, his brow furrowed in understanding. "We can stop, if you want to. But I need you to understand—this is not about taking from you. It’s about showing you the truth. The truth about me, about the rumors you think are lies."

I nod, my breath coming quicker than I expect. There’s no more joking, no more sarcasm. This moment feels too real. And for the first time, I’m unsure of what I want.

He pulls me closer, and I can feel the heat of his body against mine. He’s not rushing, not demanding. His touch is patient, soothing, as he undresses me slowly, making sure I’m comfortable, making sure I’m ready. His lips press to my neck, soft and lingering, as his hands move with care.

My body responded instinctively, melting into him as I parted my lips, opening up to him.

His hands moved to frame my face, deepening the kiss, and I leaned into him, craving more. There was an urgency that surged within me as he pulled me closer. My hands found their way to his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt, wishing to peel away the distance between us.

With deliberate finesse, he pulled away from my lips, leaving a trail of shivers across my skin. His gaze was intense, searching mine, as if trying to read every thought flitting through my mind. "You're stunning," he whispered, and I felt a blush creeping across my cheeks.

Before I could respond, he stepped back just enough to grasp the hem of my dress, his eyes locked onto mine—seeking permission. I nodded, a rush of anticipation coursing through me as he pulled the fabric gently over my head, letting it flutter to the floor, revealing my bare skin beneath the dim lantern light.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmured, his gaze appreciative and warm as he traced his fingertips along my arms, sending shivers dancing across my body. I fought the urge to cover myself, feeling vulnerable yet strangely empowered under his gaze.

With deliberate finesse, he undid the laces of his own clothing, shedding his layers until he stood before me, gloriously unguarded. The sight of his sculpted body made my breath hitch—he was everything the rumors depicted and more, an exquisite blend of strength and wildness.

Then, he closed the distance once more, capturing my lips in another searing kiss, but this time more demanding. His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve and contour as if memorizing how I felt beneath his touch. I melted into the kiss, gasping softly as he pressed me against the wall.

When his lips trailed down to my neck, I couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped my lips. The sound surprised me, tinged with both pleasure and a hint of shame. “I didn’t mean…” I began, but he caught me off guard when he pulled back slightly to look into my eyes.

“Let me hear you, Y/N. Let me hear how much I make you feel,” he urged softly, coaxing me with his words.

There was something intoxicating about his invitation—an encouragement that stripped away my hesitation. I nodded, giving into the sensation coursing through me as he positioned himself at my entrance.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice a mixture of strength and gentleness.

I inhaled deeply, feeling the weight of the moment. “Yes... please.”

With that, he entered me in a single smooth motion, both of us gasping at the sensation. It felt overwhelming yet blissful, as if all the tension in the world found its release in that moment.

“God, you’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. I could barely reply as he began to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust filled me completely, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body, igniting an exquisite tension that coiled tightly within.

When the first wave of pleasure surged through me, a soft moan slipped past my lips, and I instinctively covered my mouth, a flicker of embarrassment washing over me. James paused for a moment, his eyes darkening with a predatory yet gentle glint.

“Don’t cover your mouth. Let me hear you,” he urged, his voice low and commanding. “Let me hear what I make you feel.”

I hesitated but then surrendered to the pleasure building within me. I uncovered my mouth, letting my moans flow freely. “James… please,” I gasped, craving more of him, wanting to share the pleasure he evoked in me.

With a teasing smirk, he quickened his pace, thrusting deeper into me, eliciting a chorus of moans that spilled from my lips, unrestrained now. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his thrusts growing more urgent and passionate, the sounds of our bodies meeting filling the room with an exhilarating rhythm.

“Faster,” I breathed, unable to contain the urgency rising within me. The intensity made my heart race, and to my delight, he obliged, his movements becoming more frantic and wild yet still holding that delicious control. With each thrust, I felt the delicious friction drawing me closer and closer to the edge.

The overwhelming sensations consumed me—the combination of his strength and the size of him filling me completely sent shivers down my spine. I gasped and moaned freely now, each sound echoing the ecstasy unfurling within me.

“Just like that,” he groaned, his breaths coming in ragged bursts, every thrust punctuated by the raw connection between us. He leaned down to capture my lips again, the kiss igniting even more flames of passion as we lost ourselves in the moment.

“Please, James,” I begged, feeling myself teetering on the brink of culmination. “I’m so close.”

“Let go for me, Y/N,” his voice was a low growl against my ear, urging me on. “I want to feel you come around me.”

As his rhythm quickened, I felt every nerve in my body pulse with the urgency of release. The overwhelming pleasure built like a tidal wave, crashing over me, and I cried out his name as another wave of ecstasy took hold.

“James!” I screamed, the intensity rattling my very core as I let go, my body tightening around him, squeezing him deliciously as I reached my peak.

“Y/N!” he shouted, and I felt him shudder and tense against me as he found his own release, filling me with warmth.

We clung to one another, breathless as the world faded around us, suspended in that moment of shared bliss. Slowly, he lowered himself over me, our bodies still intertwined, a protective embrace that held me close.

He gazed down at me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “Now, do you believe the rumors?” he asked, the teasing glint in his eyes inviting.

I chuckled softly, still basking in the afterglow of what we’d just shared. “Yes, now I believe,” I replied, watching the way his smirk broadened.

James looked down at me, his expression softening. “But I didn’t choose you just for the rumors,” he confessed, his voice dropping to a serious note. “I chose you because you are truly beautiful—inside and out.”

His words wrapped around me like a warm blanket, igniting a sweet warmth in my chest.

As we settled into the quiet aftermath, he pulled me close, my head tucked against his chest, where I could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It felt safe and right, our bodies melding together as I drifted into a peaceful slumber, comforted by the closeness of the man who had just changed everything I thought I understood about the forest beast and myself.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

hi 😊

could you write something about jason coming home from the studio in a bad mood cause of the guys picking on him and reader lets him take out his anger on her by yk.. 🫣

I hope you like it!❤

Warnings: mature content, light possessive smut, mature language, smut

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Raw edge

The front door slammed so hard, I thought the hinges might give way. My heart jumped at the sound, the sharp crack of frustration slicing through the apartment's calm. I placed my mug down carefully on the counter, listening to the heavy stomp of boots and the unmistakable sound of Jason muttering to himself.

When he appeared in the doorway, his usual composed demeanor was nowhere to be found. His jaw was clenched, tension radiating from every inch of him, and his dark eyes burned with barely contained fury. He looked up at me for the briefest second before brushing past to drop his keys and bag onto the counter with a sharp clatter.

“Jason,” I called softly, watching him pace back and forth like a lion in a too-small cage. “What happened?”

He stopped for a second, his hands on his hips, staring down at the floor like it might give him answers. Then, he looked up, his expression unreadable but seething. “They don’t take anything seriously,” he snapped. “Every time I try to suggest something, or, God forbid, have an opinion, it’s like I’m the punchline of some stupid joke. Just a big laugh for the guys.”

I could see his hands trembling faintly as he ran them through his dark hair, his frustration bubbling closer to the surface with every word.

“I’m there to work, Y/N. To create something real. Not to play babysitter to a group of assholes who think they’re still in college.” His laugh was bitter, humorless, and it cut straight through me.

I stepped forward, carefully closing the gap between us. “I’m sorry, Jase,” I said gently, my hand brushing his arm. He didn’t pull away this time, but the tension in his body was palpable, a storm waiting to break.

“You shouldn’t have to deal with that,” I continued, tilting my head to catch his gaze. “But you can’t keep holding it all in like this.”

“What the hell else am I supposed to do?” His voice was low, gravelly, as his eyes met mine. “Smash something? Scream into a pillow? Pretend it doesn’t bother me?”

I hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath. “No,” I said softly. “You don’t have to pretend. You can take it out on me.”

His brow furrowed, his intense gaze locking onto me. “What are you saying, Y/N?”

“I mean it,” I said, stepping closer until there was barely any space left between us. My heart pounded in my chest, but I kept my voice steady. “Let it out. Use me, Jason. I can take it.”

He exhaled sharply, like he’d been holding his breath this entire time. His eyes searched mine, as if trying to gauge if I really meant it. Then, something shifted.

“You’re sure?” he murmured, his voice quieter now but no less dangerous.

“Completely,” I whispered, reaching up to brush my fingers along his jaw.

That was all the permission he needed. With a low growl, he pulled me against him, his hands gripping my waist with a raw desperation. His lips crushed against mine, the kiss rough and unrelenting, as if pouring all his pent-up frustration and anger into me. I met him with equal intensity, my hands tangling in his hair as I gave myself over to him entirely.

He broke the kiss only to whisper, his voice dark and hoarse, “Don’t hold back, Y/N. I’m not going to.”

“I wouldn’t want you to,” I replied breathlessly, my body already burning under his touch.

Without another word, he lifted me effortlessly, his hands firm and possessive, and carried me down the hall. The tension in his body, the fire in his eyes—it was like he was finally letting the storm out, and I was more than ready to weather it.

Jason’s grip on me tightened as he carried me to the bedroom, his steps urgent and steady. Every part of me felt electrified, his tension feeding into my own, but there was something deeper in the air—something raw.

He laid me down gently on the bed, but his hands didn’t leave my body. His fingers traced the curve of my waist, the soft skin of my hip, like he was grounding himself, making sure I was still there with him. He paused, just for a moment, to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling heavily.

“Are you sure?” he asked again, voice quieter now, his face softening as he looked at me.

I nodded, reaching up to cup his face, my thumb brushing over his stubbled jaw. “I’m sure, Jason. I’m right here.”

There was a flicker in his eyes—vulnerable, yet still brimming with that same unspoken anger. He lowered himself onto the bed beside me, his body still tense but more controlled now, like he was savoring the rare moment of calm before whatever storm was brewing.

His lips found mine again, softer this time, searching, asking for permission in a way that felt like he was truly letting me in. I kissed him back with all the softness I could muster, threading my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

“I need this,” he whispered against my lips, the rawness of his words making something in me ache.

“You have it,” I murmured back, my hands roaming to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. He let me, then mirrored the motion, helping me out of my own clothes. There was a tender urgency in our movements now, as if we both needed this to feel something real again.

As he kissed me again, a desperate dance of urgency and want. Jason’s hands explored my body with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. I gasped against his mouth, every brush of his fingertips igniting a fire within me.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he murmured, breath hot against my skin. The tension radiating off him pushed me into the mattress, the weight of his body making my heart race. His dark eyes were filled with a storm of desire—a possessive hunger that nearly took my breath away.

“Jase...” My voice was barely above a whisper, a plea layered with anticipation. He captured my wrists, pinning them above my head with a firm but gentle grip. There was something thrilling about being at his mercy.

“Don’t move,” he commanded, his tone low and rich with authority.

“I can’t make any promises,” I teased, matching the fire in his gaze with a challenge, testing the waters of this raw connection.

With a low growl, he released my wrists and began kissing a path down my body, his lips trailing hot against my skin. “You’re asking for it,” he said, pressing hot kisses to my collarbone and trailing lower. The way his mouth made contact felt electrifying, like every kiss was pulling me in further.

“Maybe I am,” I admitted, a playful challenge hidden in my words. My breath quickened as his hands slid over my thighs, teasingly close to where I wanted him most.

“Just wait until I get my hands on you,” he said, looking up at me with a smoldering gaze that made my heart race.

“Then take me," I urged, feeling bold. "I want you—every part of you.”

He didn't need to be told twice. He slid my underwear off roughly, tossing it aside before his fingers found my center. The sensation was electric, his touch teasing me, coaxing soft moans from my lips. Waves of pleasure began to pulse inside me.

“Damn it, Y/N, you feel incredible,” he groaned. His fingers moved expertly, coaxing me higher with each deliberate stroke, the tension building in my core. “I want to feel you fall apart underneath me.”

“Please,” I breathed, urgency spilling from my lips. “I need you. Now.”

Jason hesitated, a flicker of concern crossing his face. “You’re sure?” he asked, his voice a low growl weighted with need.

“More than sure,” I insisted, my voice firm despite the waves of anticipation crashing over me.

In one fluid motion, he positioned himself between my legs, the heat radiating from him igniting every nerve. He entered me with a swift, powerful thrust that stole my breath away, the sensation echoing deep within.

“Fuck,” he growled, his eyes dark and intense as he captured my lips with his, our breaths mingling in an urgent rhythm. I could feel the desire flowing between us, raw and unfiltered.

“Just like that, Jase,” I urged, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Don’t hold back.”

With a growl that resonated deep in his chest, he thrust harder, pushing us both into a rhythm of want and need. My body responded instinctively, arching into him as his movements became more frantic, the world outside fading away.

“Let go for me, Y/N,” he urged through clenched teeth, his voice thick with desire. “I want to hear you.”

“Jason!” I gasped, feeling the familiar coil of release tightening within me. I was teetering on the edge, drowning in the sensations he was pulling from me.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he encouraged, his thrusts turning frantic as he chased his own release. “Come for me.”

With a cry of his name, I found my peak, waves of bliss crashing over me as I surrendered to the moment. The intensity of our connection spilled over, and I felt him follow me, his body tensing as we both succumbed to the storm we’d created together.

Panting heavily, I fell back against the bed, his weight settling beside me. We lay there, breathless, the aftermath of our passion wrapping around us like a warm embrace.

“You’re amazing,” he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek, the warmth of his touch grounding me after the intensity we’d just shared.

“Right back at you,” I smiled, still feeling the aftershocks of what we’d just done. “I hope you know how to handle all that energy you just unleashed.”

“I’m learning,” he chuckled softly, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “But only if you promise to help me out next time.”

“Deal,” I replied, leaning in to claim his lips again, our connection solidified by the shared intensity and vulnerability of the moment.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Hi, Nausicaa)) I really enjoy your James stories so I hope a can put in request for another one? may I ask for SKOM!James x reader, who just recently given birth to their first child. But it’s hard being a parent to new born, as he cries at night and day, won’t let them sleep, etc. James is not so excited to have a child anymore: he doesn’t come to comfort the baby at night, saying he’s tired from studio, starts to stay late in the studio to avoid being home, starts going to strip clubs. His drinking hits all time high and he starts sleeping with other women. The worst part is that he suggests to move the tour start date earlier, so they can get on the road asap. When the reader finds out about everything, she confronts him, but he blames her for not giving him enough attention and says he regrets having a child? He drinks himself till he passes out and next morning he wakes up to find out her and baby gone. At this point he realizes how much he messed up so he checks into rehab and upon completing it, he tries to make amends with her?

I hope you like it! ❤

Lost and found

I had always imagined what it would be like to become a mother—rocking my baby to sleep, watching them grow, hearing their first laugh. But nothing could have prepared me for the sleepless nights, the endless crying, and the overwhelming exhaustion that came with it. It was supposed to be the happiest time of my life, but instead, I felt lost.

The first few nights were a blur. Our baby, so tiny and helpless, cried almost nonstop, and I did everything I could to comfort him. But despite my efforts, the cries only seemed to get louder. James? He barely acknowledged it. I’d ask him for help, but he’d just roll over and tell me he was tired. I understood—he had a busy schedule with the studio—but after a while, it started to feel like he wasn’t just tired. He was avoiding us.

At first, I told myself it was just temporary, that once the baby settled into a routine, things would get easier. But James didn’t seem to want to be a part of that routine. His late nights at the studio grew longer, and when he did come home, he was distant, lost in his own world. I’d find him at the bar more often, or out with friends. There were whispers, rumors I tried not to believe—about strip clubs, about other women—but they stung all the same. I never confronted him about it, though. I didn’t want to believe it. But the signs were there.

One night, when I’d finally hit my breaking point, I tried to talk to him. I needed him, needed him to see that this wasn’t easy for me, for us, and that I couldn’t do it alone anymore.

“James,” I said, voice shaking. “What’s happening to us? You’re never here. The baby needs you. I need you.”

He didn’t even look up from his phone. “I’m tired, Y/n. You don’t get it. I’m doing this for us. I’m working, I’m—”

“No,” I cut him off. “That’s not it. You’re avoiding us. You’re always gone, always out. And the baby’s crying. I’m drowning here, and you’re just... you’re just... gone.”

I was angry. So angry, and it all came pouring out.

“You think this is easy for me? You think I wanted this?” he snapped, finally looking at me. His words felt like a slap to the face. “I didn’t ask for a kid, Y/n. This... all of this... it’s not what I wanted. It’s not how I imagined my life.”

The room spun as those words hit me. They cut deeper than anything he’d ever said before. I had given everything for this family. For him. For our son. And he regretted it.

I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know what to say. The tears started to fall, but I wiped them away quickly. I had to leave. I couldn’t be here, in this house, with him anymore.

I grabbed the baby’s things, packed a few bags, and left. I didn’t even know where I was going, but I couldn’t stay with him anymore. I couldn’t keep pretending everything was okay when it was falling apart in front of my eyes.

The next morning, I woke up alone in a new place, the silence deafening. I didn’t know where James was. I didn’t care. I was done.

But as the days passed, I realized just how far he had fallen. He wasn’t just avoiding me—he was disappearing into his own world. His drinking was out of control, his late nights stretched longer, and his reckless behavior spiraled further. I couldn’t watch him destroy himself, but I couldn’t fix him either.

Then, the phone call came. His manager. The tour. It was starting early. James was ready to go, without us. Without me.

I felt the weight of his absence like a stone in my chest. He didn’t even care. He just wanted to leave everything behind and run, just like he had been doing.

And then I realized—I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t let him hurt me, let him hurt our son, any longer. I needed to take control of my own life.

I don’t know how long it took for him to hit rock bottom. I didn’t keep track. But eventually, I heard from someone close to him that he checked into rehab. Part of me wanted to believe it was too late, that I shouldn’t let him back in. But another part of me, the part that still loved him despite everything, hoped it wasn’t too late.

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The light pierced through the curtains, and my head exploded in pain. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to will the world around me to stop spinning. I couldn’t remember how I got here, how I ended up back in this place—this dark, suffocating hole. The bottle beside me had long since run dry, and I was clutching it like it was the only thing left in the world that mattered.

But it wasn’t. Not anymore.

The silence in the room was suffocating. It was too still. Too quiet.

I opened my eyes, blinking against the harsh daylight, trying to piece together the remnants of the night before. The last thing I remembered was going to the bar—drinking too much, as usual, trying to forget. Trying to numb the ache that had been growing inside of me since the day our baby was born. I hadn’t wanted this—this responsibility, this life. I didn’t know how to be a father, how to be a husband. I’d tried, I really had, but it felt like I was drowning.

And then… I had run. Again. I always ran when things got hard.

I tried to sit up, but the room swayed around me, and I immediately regretted it. My stomach churned, a wave of nausea crashing over me. But something else hit me harder than the dizziness—the absence.

The bed beside me was empty. I glanced around, panic bubbling up in my chest. Y/n… The baby… where were they?

The silence was deafening. The baby’s cries, Y/n’s soft murmurs, the sound of life around me… it was all gone. Gone.

I stumbled out of bed, my legs unsteady as I made my way down the hallway. “Y/n?” I called out, but the word felt foreign on my tongue. It had been days since I’d really used it, days since I’d cared enough to check in, to be present. I’d pushed her away. I’d pushed them away.

My heart dropped as I walked into the living room. It was empty. The crib was empty. The silence was oppressive, pressing in on me like a weight I couldn’t escape. I ran to the door, yanking it open, my eyes scanning the driveway.

Nothing.

There was a note on the kitchen counter.

I picked it up, my hands shaking as I read the words on the paper.

I can’t do this anymore. I’m taking the baby. You’re not the man I married, James. I need to protect us.

The words blurred together as tears welled in my eyes. I’m taking the baby. That hit hardest. It hit me like a punch to the gut. How have I gotten here? How had I let it all slip through my fingers?

I thought of everything I had done—everything I hadn’t done. The nights I spent at the studio, the nights I spent out with friends, the drinking, the clubs. The lies. The women. I’d thought I was escaping, but what I had really been doing was running from the one thing I should’ve been fighting for: my family.

My mind spiraled. The shame, the guilt, the regret—it crashed down on me all at once. I had lost them. I had lost everything.

I stumbled back to the couch, my mind reeling. I’d hurt her. I’d hurt them both. And the worst part was, I had no one to blame but myself. I had been so focused on my own bullshit, so wrapped up in my own addiction, that I had ignored everything that really mattered.

I tried to reach for  the phone, hoping to call her, but my hands were trembling too badly to dial the number. How could I even apologize? How could I fix this? I had messed up too much.

I couldn’t fix it.

The weight of it all crushed me, and I buried my face in my hands, tears mixing with the remnants of the alcohol that still lingered in my system. I had pushed her away, I had pushed him away. I had become a person I didn’t even recognize. And now, they were gone.

In my haze, I could barely remember the last few weeks, the slow unraveling of everything I had once cared about. But I remembered the look in Y/n’s eyes when she left. The hurt, the disappointment. I had seen it, and yet, I had turned away.

Regret was too small a word for what I felt now.

I didn’t know how much time passed before I realized something—something that made my heart stop and my blood run cold.

I didn’t even know where they had gone.

My mind raced. What if she never came back? What if I never got the chance to make it right?

The truth hit me like a slap: I had already lost her.

I had destroyed everything.

The days blurred together in a haze. I couldn’t focus on anything. I couldn’t fix the broken pieces of my life. But somehow, amidst the wreckage, there was a small sliver of clarity. A quiet voice inside me—the one I had buried beneath all the noise—told me that I had to do something. I had to get help.

I couldn’t fix this by myself, and I wasn’t going to keep running. Not this time.

I checked into rehab.

And for the first time in a long while, I started to confront the reality of who I had become. It wasn’t easy. It was hell. But each day, I fought to break the chains that had held me captive for so long.

When I finally walked out of rehab, I knew I had a long road ahead of me. But I also knew that I couldn’t let Y/n go. I couldn’t lose my son. Not when I finally understood what I had been so blind to.

I had spent months working on myself. Every single day in rehab felt like an eternity. But it was the only way I knew how to get to a place where I could look at myself in the mirror without wanting to break down. I’d hurt her—hurt both of them—and if there was any chance to fix things, I had to fight for it. For us.

But now that I was standing here, outside her apartment, my heart was racing, and the fear clawed at me. What if she didn’t want to see me? What if I had ruined everything beyond repair?

I could barely breathe as I knocked on the door. My palms were clammy, my chest tight with anxiety. There was a part of me that felt like I was about to face judgment day—like she was going to look at me and decide whether or not I was worth forgiving.

The door swung open slowly, and there she was.

Her eyes flickered with recognition, then quickly hardened. Her posture was defensive, but I could see the exhaustion in the lines of her face. She looked tired, like she hadn’t slept properly in months.

“James,” she said flatly, her voice strained. “What are you doing here?”

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breath. I wasn’t sure how to start, how to make her see that I wasn’t the same man who had walked out on her and our son. I wasn’t the man who had turned to alcohol, who had ignored her, who had ruined everything.

“I know I don’t deserve a chance to explain myself,” I began, my voice shaky but sincere. “But I’m here because I’ve spent every single day regretting what I did to you. To him. I know I messed up. I hurt you, and I hurt our son. And I don’t expect you to just forgive me, not right away, but I’m asking for a chance to show you I’m not that man anymore.”

She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing as she studied me. “You shouldn’t expect me to forgive you. You disappeared, James. You checked out on me when I needed you most. I asked for help, I begged for help, and you... you just ran. You weren’t there for us.”

Her voice trembled with emotion, and I felt a sharp pang in my chest. She was right. I had run. I had turned my back on everything that mattered. And the worst part was that I didn’t even know why at the time. I was so caught up in my own head, in my own self-destruction, that I couldn’t see the wreckage I was leaving behind.

“I know,” I whispered, my eyes locking onto hers. “And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I was scared, Y/n. I didn’t know how to be the man you needed. The father our son needed. So I ran, and I pushed you away... because I didn’t know how to deal with all of it. But that’s no excuse. I hurt you, and I can’t take that back. All I can do is try to make things right, one day at a time.”

She shook her head, her lips pressed together in frustration. “You think it’s that easy? You think you can just show up and say sorry and everything will be okay?”

“No, I don’t,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “But I want to prove to you that I can change. That I am changing. I’m not the man I was before. I’m not perfect, and I know it’s going to take time to earn your trust again, but I want to try. I’m willing to fight for you. For us.”

She looked away for a moment, and I could see the tears threatening to spill in her eyes. It broke my heart to know that I was the one who had put that pain in her heart. But I couldn’t fix everything in one conversation. I knew that. It was going to take time.

“I’m not asking for you to just forgive me right now,” I continued, stepping forward cautiously, as if unsure whether she’d let me get any closer. “But I want to be here for you. For him. I want to help you. I want to make it right.”

She looked at me then, really looked at me, and for the first time in a long while, I saw a flicker of something other than anger in her eyes. It was a mix of disbelief and cautious hope—hope that I could actually follow through.

“I don’t know, James,” she said quietly, her voice soft but still guarded. “I don’t know if I can believe you yet. I don’t know if I can let you back in.”

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I understand. And I’ll wait. As long as it takes. I’m here. Whenever you're ready.”

She didn’t answer right away, but the silence between us wasn’t as thick as it had been. The tension still hung in the air, but it was softer now. Her eyes softened a little, and I couldn’t tell if she was thinking about it or if she was still too hurt to even consider it.

I took a deep breath, my hands trembling as I took a step back. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I’m so sorry for everything.”

For a long moment, neither of us said anything. And then, she finally spoke again.

“You’ve got a long way to go,” she said, her voice quieter now, almost a whisper. “But... I’ll give you the chance to prove it.”

My heart swelled in my chest, but I forced myself to keep my emotions in check. It wasn’t forgiveness, not yet. But it was something. And that was enough for now.

“I won’t let you down,” I promised, my voice steady with resolve. “I’ll prove it. I will.”

She nodded slowly, but she didn’t say anything else. I took that as a sign to leave, to give her the space she needed, but as I turned to walk away, I felt a glimmer of hope in my chest. Maybe we still had a chance.

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James showed up, again and again. He fought for us. For our family. He wasn’t perfect, but he was trying. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

In the end, I realized that it wasn’t just about forgiving him. It was about allowing myself to heal, to trust again. And, eventually, I did. For him. For our son. For us.

It wasn’t the fairytale I had imagined, but it was ours. And maybe that was enough.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

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Hello sweeties❤ I hope you're all having a wonderful day! Just a quick update: I'm taking a little rest here on Tumblr to recharge and take care of a few things.

But don’t worry, I’ve scheduled some posts in advance, so you’ll still see content while I’m away. Any posts I haven’t written yet will be posted when I return.

Take care, my darlings, and see you soon! Wishing you a lovely day ahead.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

hii!! no requests for today, but the question is - how do you not burn out on your content? Do you not get tired of writing fics every day? I am very interested to know🌺

First of all, I want to thank you all for always liking my stories and leaving comments. It truly makes me happy! Anyway, I want to be honest with you—yes, sometimes it can be tiring, especially when balancing personal life. But writing is something I do with passion and love, so even when it’s hard, I always find time to write.

And here’s a little confession: I don’t actually write every day. A good part of my posts are scheduled in advance because I write whenever I have free time. When I do write, I tend to write a lot, so I end up having posts ready for a while.

But right now, I really need to take a rest, and I’m doing just that. Thank you for asking me this question, and if you have any other questions of any kind, feel free to ask! I’d be happy to answer❤

Lots of love, Nausicaa