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orions-choker · 10 days ago

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Imagine uhh 97 James and Jase.

Jason convinces James to bottom, and Jason makes him basically submit to him and beg n cry n GUHHHH

I’m so glad ur doing m x m cuz NO ONE who takes reqs does :///

But you had to go, I know (97' JamesxJason NSFW)

Word Count: 5,551

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Drug Use, its brief like two sentences, Anal Sex, Crying, Jason convinces James to let him top, No Plot/Plotless, Light Angst, briefly angsty towards the end, Cheating/Infidelity

A/N: NOT ME GOING OFF TRACK FROM THE REQUEST LIKE ALWAYSSS. Anyways James cries and Jason tops so hopefully this is close enough for you LOL.

Jason probably wasn’t drunk enough to be dealing with the shitstorm happening in front of him. Whatever house the party had migrated to after the bar reeked of weed and booze, like it had seeped into the carpets and walls itself, a scent you couldn’t scrub clean. It wasn’t awful, Jason had gotten blitzed in worse places and really he was just looking to wet his tongue…maybe his dick too if the occasion called for it.

Still, as his eyes focused on the moshing of bodies together before him, he could recognize this was getting out of hand. People were undressing in the middle of the dank living room, distantly he could hear the yelling of a fight and there were drugs being passed around that far surpassed a quick bump. It was probably wise if he found the guys and got the hell out of dodge before something really illegal happened.

With a frown he pounded back the rest of the lukewarm beer and crushed the plastic cup in his grip. He let it fall to the floor, joining the rest of the discarded trash that blanketed it. Whoever owned this house probably wanted to consider ripping out the carpets. Tucking his arms up towards his chest he shouldered his way through the throngs of people until he could catch the eye of any of his bandmates…any of them at all.

“Fuck me,” He mumbled to himself as he was pretty sure he caught a glimpse of the two smaller members trailing behind a pretty brunette into a room. He wasn’t about to interrupt whatever freak-fest was about to go down in there. Giving up on wrangling Lars or Kirk he turned on his heel, peering across the sea of people. He was thankful that James always managed to be one of the tallest people in the room, standing like a beacon of safety.

He waved his hand until he caught the blonde's eyes. James raised an eyebrow curiously at him from where he leaned against the wall engaged in conversation with someone Jase thought he recognized as one of the road crew. It would be pointless to yell over the music that seemed to vibrate the very foundation of the house. Instead Jason cocked his jaw up and nodded towards the door, jabbing his thumb behind him in a silent plea for James to follow him.

There was confusion then resignation on James’s face as he shrugged. Watching as he excused himself from his conversation before pushing his way towards Jason. It was incredibly, the unstoppable force that was James Hetfield, the way people so easily scrambled to get out of his way. Jason would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little envious of that kind of presence. He sighed in relief as James approached, the gruff annoyance in his voice a welcome sound. “What?” James grumbled, long legs coming to stop in front of the slighter shorter man.

“I think we should get out of here dude.” Jason nodded towards a scene playing out on the couch in the room over. Tight rubber bands being wrapped around flexing muscles and the glimmer of sharp metal needles in the low light. “Bad vibes,” He huffed.

James’s face instantly twisted into discomfort and disgust. He wasn’t going to argue with Jase for once. He nodded, abandoning his half full cup on a rickety side table. “Yeah you’re right.” James agreed, his eyes flicking across the faces surrounding them. “Where’s dipshit one and two?” He asked, scratching his fingers through the rough patch of blonde hair on his chin.

With a shrug, Jason turned on his heel averting his slightly too interested gaze before he would be called out for staring. “Fucking.” He responded as he made his way towards the door. The sound of heavy footsteps behind him being the only indicator James was actually following him. “Not each other, well…maybe actually.” He scoffed with a smile as pushed open the door and stepped out onto the front lawn.

As Jason turned to start walking down the road he felt a heavy arm slung around his shoulder. His nose being filled with the familiar scents of old worn leather, gun oil and booze. “Wrong way buddy.” James muttered into his ear and Jason couldn’t stop the shiver that crawled down his spine. James herded him the other way, his guiding touch heavy and unwavering.

“Oh shit, you’re right…my bad.” Jason said, face screwing up slightly as he took in the vaguely familiar sights before him. “Fuck might be more out of it than I thought.” He groaned. When James’s arm didn’t waver from its place around Jason’s shoulders he shrugged it off. Rolling his shoulders back until the warmth left him and James was frowning down at him.

He didn’t say anything though, and Jason wasn’t going to test their silence. Eventually the two of them broke out onto the main road and from here Jason could remember where their hotel was. He patted down his jacket pockets as they entered the main lobby, making sure his room key was still safely secured on the inside breast pocket.

The elevator ride was more tense than Jason had intended for it to be. He hated it really, how quickly James’s mood flipped. It was a constant push and pull with the front-man. One moment he hated Jason for being too clingy, the next he hated him for being too distant. But one thing remained consistent, James hated him, or loved him maybe. Those two were the same in Hetfield’s book, a fact Jason had long come to terms with.

“You should come to my room tonight.” James was the first to break the silence as they stepped into the dimly lit hotel hallway. His body stopping in front of Jason and blocking off the rest of the hall, not really giving him much of a choice to say no if he wanted to. Any attempt to side step his broad frame would be easily thwarted.

Jason sighed, slowly forcing his eyes away from the tips of James’s boots towards his face. There was a near desperate pleading in his eyes thinly concealed by his unwavering hardened expression. “I shouldn’t.” Jason shook his head with a frown. “You know I shouldn’t, what happened to being better for fran?” He didn’t intend for the words to drip from his tongue so sinisterly, he had nothing against James' wife; she was a nice girl. Except she was James’s wife and he wasn’t, god he was fucked in the head for wanting to be that.

It was clear James didn’t appreciate the reminder of his commitment. His lips curled into a grimace. “Its-” He cleared his throat like the words were too thick to force out. “It’s different with you, you know that.” Jason almost wanted to laugh, because how was it any different. Just because he was sticking his dick in a dude and not a random cunt didn't suddenly make it not cheating.

Still he wouldn’t dare argue that point with the man. “Not really feeling like taking it up the ass either tonight. “ Jason stated bluntly. Before any other excuses could spill from his lips, James’s large brutish hand was wrapped around his wrist and dragging him inside his hotel room. Nearly lifting Jason off his feet with the force in which he pulled him inside to the safety the room provided them.

There was the rough scratch of hair against Jason’s neck as he was promptly pushed back against the now closed door, hot lips and the lavishing of a warm tongue against his skin had him completely melting, barely held up by the strong arms that had enveloped him with a tenderness he could almost believe. “Okay then just blow me.” James reasoned against his neck between light nips to his skin. It was never enough to leave a bruise, just soft red marks that stung only for a moment. “Or I’ll blow you, fuck I don’t care right now Jase.”

Well that was a desperation Jason couldn’t quite argue with. It had taken years to convince James to go down on him, he could count how many times it had happened on one hand. Apparently it was too gay to put another man's cock in your mouth but not gay if you were shoving your dick in them and murmuring how much you loved them between their shoulder blades. James was a confusing creature that Jason had never really wrapped his head around.

However bad of an idea this was, Jason couldn’t deny the way his cock jumped in intrigue. If James was this desperate for him, how far was he willing to go? He pushed his hand up and underneath James’s shirt, warm skin greeting him, his body was hot and flush with the alcohol coursing through him. It was a light touch but enough to have James moaning low in his ear. “Let me fuck you.” Jase said as sturdy as he could.

It was hard to be tough around James, Jason always folded so easily even if more often than not he was bullied into it. James’s whole body tensed at that. He stopped mouthing at Jase’s neck and pulled back, his face was pulled up in a disgusted pinch of his strong features. “What the fuck,” He spat heavy and harsh and Jason almost flinched away from it…almost. “No way you know I don-” He couldn’t seem to even choke the words out.

Sometimes he wondered if James really found him that disgusting. Was it him? Or was it the fact that James didn’t know how to sit with the uncomfortable feeling that he liked men. Jason knew he liked him at least in the same way he liked girls, maybe more. He thinks that maybe James felt that way for Lars too before he came along, before things got too messy parenting the band. Jason shrugged at James’s denial. “Okay fine, I’m gonna head out then.” He said and he wasn’t bluffing.

James looked at him like he had just kicked his fucking dog. “Are you kidding me right now?” He grunted, the sound low and raspy deep within his chest. He ran a hand through his shortened hair and Jason lamented the idea of how nice it had been to tug on his long sun-bleached locks when he still had them. Sometimes he blamed himself for the domino effect of everyone cutting their hair off. Curiously Jason watched as James seemed to go through all the stages of grief all at once, finally setting on an uncomfortable acceptance. “You really wouldn’t do anything else?” He asked with his last glimmer of hope.

Was it really gonna be that easy? Years of wanting to flip the rolls and a couple months of no sex and a drunken night was enough for James to crumble. He let out a huff of a laugh. “Yeah, not really feeling anything else.” Jason responded breathily. “I’m not gonna force you if you really don’t want to do this, James.” He said as he reached behind him for the door handle.

Quickly James’s heavy hand stopped him. He shook his head and for a moment Jason got a glimpse of those sad puppy-dog eyes that had made him swoon when they first started this shit ten years ago. “No its-” James swallowed hard around his words before forcing them out. “It’s fine, I want to.” He grunted out like the admittance physically hurt him. With his grasp still on Jason he pulled him away from the hotel room door towards the bed.

Nothing in the world could knock the smile off Jason’s face right now as he pushed James down on the bed, his knee knocking the blonde’s legs apart. This was special, this was something just for him, something only he would ever see of James. He didn’t get to often tower over James like this and he took a moment to appreciate the sight, his hand coming up to cradle the side of his rough cheeks. He scratched his blunt fingernails through the coarse hair there like he was petting a dog.

Slowly Jason lowered himself, a hand planted on either side of James’s legs as he stepped between them. His lips slotted against the others and it felt like coming home. He could instantly feel the tension melting away from the both of them as they parted their lips and explored hot wet mouths like a well rehearsed dance. James’s hand came to grip Jason’s waist tight and possessive, earning him a swatting hand.

“No,” Jason mumbled warmly as he pulled away from the kiss. He stood up straight, hands going down to work open the belt of his trousers. “Just sit there and be pretty.” He grinned as he watched the way James looked downright offended at the words. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it, a shameful flush rising to his cheeks as he tore away from Jason’s gaze. “You have any lube, spit’s not gonna be easy for your first time.”

James nodded, pointing his chin in the direction of the unopened suitcase sitting on the unused bed in the room. Jason cocked an eyebrow. That was surprising, their encounters were hardly planned well enough to prepare. ”You were on a mission huh?” Jase mused, smiling smugly like the cat who got the cream. He backed away from the bed to rifle through James’s bag.

There was a grunt behind him and from the corner of his eye he could see James’s shirt land near him on the floor. “Can you just shut up about it.” James huffed low and unimpressed with the cockiness Jason had adopted. This wasn't the way they were supposed to work and they both knew it. Jason was supposed to be all soft and sticky sweet. Pliable under James’s rough touch.

At the bottom of James’s suitcase was an unopened bottle, tucked away like a dirty secret. The same way he tucked Jason away. He grabbed it and turned around, shooting James a silent look. There was no point in dignifying him with a response, Jason would stay quiet if only to not break the delicate deal they had struck out. He tossed it onto the stiff mattress before pulling the back of his shirt up and over his head. “You gonna get undressed yourself or do you want me to do it for you?” He asked as his fingers hooked into his jeans, prying the tight fabric from his legs.

Letting Jason undress him felt a bit too intimate so James shook his head. In a matter of minutes the two of them were kneeling against the mattress in nothing more than the thin straining fabric of their boxers. For as much as James was complaining about the arrangement he was sure hard. Jason curled his hand around the back of James’s neck, pushing his thick fingers through James’s hair as they smeared their lips together again.

Gently James was pushed back flat against the bed. Jason could feel the hesitation from him before he parted his legs so that Jason could easily slot between them. He brought a heavy hand down against the tenting fabric, palming James through his underwear as he pushed his tongue past the seal of his lips. Greedily Jason sucked in the guttural noise that left James at the first hint of contact. Eagerly he pushed his thumb against the wet patch that had started to form from the leak of pre-come. Jason toyed with the head, using the friction of the fabric to his advantage to push more needy moans from the other.

For the time being Jason was more than content to ignore his own arousal for the sake of playing with James freely. It was a rare occasion he was allowed to explore him so sweetly. It was always wham-bam thank you mam’ with James. Like the faster he did it the less time he had to spend thinking about what he was doing. But here he was now, all soft and desperate just for Jason. He would easily lock away this memory to keep him warm when eventually this desire between the two of them fizzled out.

Jason pushed his hand up the length once more before hooking the elastic waistband underneath his fingers and tugging it down. James surprisingly lifted his hips eagerly off the bed so that Jason could remove them completely. “Thank you,” Jason mumbled thickly into the kiss as he wrapped his fist around the base. The direct contact sent a sharp pleasure up James’s spine and he arched up off the bed. He gave it a gentle squeeze before pulling it away.

Sitting back on his heels Jason left James a panting mess on the bed. Lips spit-slicked and shiny as he watched Jason silently. He spat crudely into his palm before fisting James’s cock once more, easing the slide he pumped him slow and deliberate. “Fuck,” James hissed low, his knuckles going white as he gripped the sheets beneath him. “Please Jase I-” He groaned, letting his head fall back against the pillows.

“Please what?” Jason asked with a soft smile, too sweet for the way he was working over the heavy cock in his hand. This was doing wonders for the smug streak Jason had been living off of. On the up-stroke Jason pushed his thumb against the ridge of his head, rubbing against the skin gently and causing James to twitch. He watched in awe the way the muscles in James’s stomach rippled.

James groaned, lifting his hands to cover his face. It was strikingly cute and shy coming from him. He was going all soft and melty-sweet for Jason. “Please I- god I just want to be inside of you.” He moaned low and desperate. The words earned him a soft chastising click of Jason’s tongue and in an instant the hand around him stopped. James all but cried at the lack of stimulation. “What no, fuck, please don't” He choked out panicked, his hands dropping from his face to look at Jason distraught.

Above him Jason was frowning. His hand stilled against James’s cock, it was pulsing beneath his fingers, blushy and leaking all over the tip. “Nuh uh.” Jason shook his head, holding a steady eye contact with the other. “That’s not what's happening, beg for me properly.” His command was smooth, softened by the slight midwestern accent that coated his mouth.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” James grunted. His next words of protest were cut off by a firm squeeze around his tip. “Fuck- fucking fine-” His moans were slowly devolving into needy whines. “Please fuck me Jason.” He gritted out thickly, his teeth clenched together hard.

Jason grinned at him lopsidedly. “Better,” He mumbled. He pulled his hand away briefly so he could pull his own cock free, shoving his underwear down just enough to tuck snugly under his balls. He shuffled forward on his knees pressing his dick to James’s. Rocking his hips slightly and letting his head fall forward with a soft sigh of relief. It was a gentle rhythm, just enough to stave off James’s complaints and keep him breathless. It was almost enough just like this. They had spent just enough time avoiding this that the hot direct contact with each other was overwhelming. But Jason wanted more, needed to push in and have James in a way no one else had. He tapped the man's hip gently. “Turn over, It’ll be easier.” He directed

To James’s credit, after giving Jason a long nervous look that one typically didn’t see on the front-man's face, he rolled over. With gentle hands Jason lifted James’s hips off the bed. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sight. “You still okay with this?” He asked as he slid his palms over James’s skin, softer than expected. The pressure spread him open a bit further so Jason could see the puckered skin there.

There was a soft grunt, muffled by the pillows beneath him. “Yeah,” James agreed. “Yeah it’s fine, m’good.” There was an undeniable embarrassment in his voice, mixed in with the shame that came from his thick desire. It was all the confirmation Jason needed to press his thumb against his hole, the initial touch making James’s whole body freeze up. “God this is so wrong.” He groaned.

“You don’t seem to think so when I’m the one taking it.” Jason grunted, rubbing his thumb across the skin and with his other hand grabbing the lube. His thumb clicking open the cap and popping the seal. With a squeeze he dribbled the viscous clear liquid over his fingers, rubbing it into his skin until it was the same temperature as his body. “You gotta relax a bit,” He pressed his index finger against the muscles, feeling James tense again.

James let out a shaky breath. He couldn’t come up with a biting quip back at the man so he stayed silent. A rough moan was pushed from the bottom of his lungs as Jason cautiously worked his finger inside. The stretch felt uncomfortable, not painful. Absently James thought that Jason was being more gentle right now than James had ever been with him. A small seed of guilt planted itself in his stomach that he was sure to let bloom and grow.

He was pulling him in, clenching down around the intrusion as Jason sunk in down to the knuckle. “Fuck, seriously relax Jamie, don’t want to hurt you.” Jason hissed as he prodded the pad of his finger around until he rubbed against the soft rubbery gland that he had been aiming for. Instantly James’s whole body relaxed with a soft noise that half sounded like a cry. “There we go,” Jase hummed and leaned forward pressing a gentle kiss to the small of James’s back.

There was a wet squelching sound that had James’s skin flushing in embarrassment as Jason rocked the finger in and out with shallow thrusts. Each pull back felt wrong, quickly being replaced by the punishing feeling of being pushed into. He was hardly aware of the way his cheek was pressed against the pillow, head turned to the side and mouth parted in a never ending stream of raspy strangled noises that he thought might be moans. The stretch that came with Jason adding another digit was easier than the first. He didn’t feel tethered to his own body, his consciousness had up and walked away leaving him with only primal instincts.

Jason was enraptured with the sight of his fingers disappearing inside of James. How easily and eagerly the way he had started rocking his hips back to meet Jason’s knuckles. “Talk to me James, are you doing okay?” He asked, voice sweet with concern that was unique to him. Giving to James the kindness that was rarely awarded to him.

It was a struggle for James to find the words he needed, having to bully his own brain back into submission to think of anything other than the chant he was repeating in his head like a prayer. Jason, Jason, Jason. “Yeah I-” His voice sounded softer than he remembered. “I’m good, keep going” He managed to form a coherent response. He kind of needed Jason to shut up already so he could stop trying to think.

“Ask nicely.”

James could have cried. “Fuck,” He hissed bitterly. “You’re being such a dick Jase’” His anger wasn’t going to get him any further than the steady pumping of the fingers in his ass. “Please,” He had said that word too many times tonight already. “Please keep going, I’m ready for more.” He whined pitifully. From the corner of his unfocused eyes he could see the outline of Jason behind him, nothing more than a dark outline, it was comforting.

It took all he had to to stop himself from cooing at James. “Yeah, yeah okay.” Jason hummed. He bit his tongue before he slipped and called James a good boy like the puppy-boy he used to be. “M’pulling my fingers out now, kay?” He warned James of the loss before it happened but it did nothing to combat the disgruntled noise that came from the other. Jason watched in fascination as James’s hole puckered around nothing, shiny and reddened from friction.

The way James pushed his hips back, chasing the feeling of being fully, had Jason’s head spinning. Eagerly he was pouring more of the cool liquid onto his dick, hissing slightly at the vast change in temperature from how red hot his skin was. He sat up taller, grabbing the base of his cock in one hand and using the other to gently splay against the small of James’s back. Angling his chest lower and hips higher so Jason could align himself.

“Gonna fuck you now okay?” He said in a soft warning as his blunt head pushed in against James. He got the acknowledgement he wanted in the form of James’s broken cry as the tip slid in with little resistance thanks to Jason’s dutiful preparation. “Fuck,” He muttered under his breath as he slowly pushed his hips forward into the inviting tight heat. He didn’t stop until he was flush with James’s ass. “God, you feel so good.”

James wanted to tell him to knock it off, quit with the sappy praise. There was nothing tender about fucking another man in the ass that called for such gentle words. But any objections died in his throat when he was fully impaled. He had a white knuckle grip on the sheets near his head, his eyes squeezed shut tight as sounds he didn't recognize as his own pooled from his lungs and dripped into the pillow, all honey-sweet and gravelly. “Oh my god,” Was all he managed to choke out.

Strong hands gripped James’s hips, Jason was forcing himself to stay still. Battling back every instinct that had him wanting to fuck into James with reckless abandon, the same way he might a groupie. But this wasn’t some chick desperate to be a name on a long list of his conquests. This was James. He wanted to be gentle with James. So he gave him all of 60 seconds to adjust before he started rocking shallowly.

He hardly let his skin leave James’s. Pulling his hips back just enough to push forward and create friction. Slow and gentle in a way that was driving James insane. It wasn’t enough, god knows it wasn’t enough. “Harder, m’not gonna fucking break.” James grunted out, pushing his hips back harshly to meet Jason’s thrust and prove his point.

Jason let out a moan from the movement, akin to the ones he made when James sank into him. It was a sound James had stored away privately in the back of his mind. “Shit you’re greedier than I thought.” Jason grunted, digging his blunt nails into James skin, leaving biting little crescent moon marks in his wake. He snapped his hips forward roughly, in a way that pushed James further into the stiff mattress. “That's what you want huh?” He teased. “The mighty Hetfield wants the cock in his ass harder?”

Never would he dare to speak like this to James if he didn’t already have him beneath him. No it would probably earn him a sickening sting against his face and the feeling of bruised cheekbones. But James was pliable and warm right now, Jason could probably get away with anything. All he got in return was a weak “Fuck you,” that hardly sounded sincere.

Curling himself over the taller man, Jason wrapped his arms around James' waist. Leaning up to kiss against his shoulder blades as he began a deep but slow pace. Making sure he pulled his cock against every inch inside James. “So good, you’re doing so good.” He pressed the praises into his skin with messy wet kisses. Too focused on maintaining the rhythm then kissing him good and proper.

It was all too much for James. The heavy comforting weight of Jason draped across his back, the solid pressure dragging inside him that had his dick leaking without even needing to touch it. He didn’t think he could muster the strength to tug on it now even if he wanted to. He was boneless beneath Jason, melting into the bed in a weak puddle. There was a cacophony of rough gasps leaving his lungs and as he blinked his eyes open again he found himself unable to focus them. His vision was blurred and wet. He was fucking crying.

“Please,” James croaked out, he wasn’t even sure what he was begging for. The bed frame creaked under every movement. There was a steady pattern produced by the headboard knocking against the wall. “Please I need-” His words were wet and pathetic as Jason fucked him into the bed with purpose. Burning shame and pleasure warred within him. The cheap material of the hotel sheets was damp from his tears, rubbing the skin of his cheek red and raw from the friction.

Jason’s hold on his waist tightened at the noises James was making. The greedy way he was clenching down around him. “God, are you crying?” Jason choked out against the skin of James’s back, smearing his lips across the warm flesh. “Shit that's so good, god that's so-” He couldn’t help the way his hips stuttered erratically, losing his pace to something feral and needy. He reached his hand down to grab hold of James’s cock. He could hardly jerk him off with how frantically he was fucking into him but just the loose touch was enough to send James over the edge.

With a cry James squeezed his muscles around Jason. His balls tightening before he was spilling thick ropes onto the bed beneath him, spoiling the sheets as an orgasm ripped through him almost violently. “Jason, oh my god,” He gasped out, it felt like he was winded, unable to fill his lungs with air as he squirmed against the bed. Jason’s pace unrelenting, fucking him through the spasms until it was painful. The head of his cock repeatedly knocked against James’s nerves until he was almost trying to crawl away from the feeling.

“No, please just, fuck.” Jason hissed, feeling the burning white hot pleasure building steadily in his core as he held on tighter, using all his strength to keep James in place until he felt the knot snap. As kindly as he could manage through the pleasure he pulled his hips back, removing himself from James’s warmth as he painted the skin of his ass and thighs in his release. Breathy little gasps left him as he took in the completely debauched scene beneath him.

He wished he had a camera to save this forever. It was beautiful really, the way James’s lean strong body collapsed, covered in a glistening sheen of sweat. The messy he was laying in, the evidence of Jason’s claim coating his flesh. This was just for him, no one else. Slowly, and on shaky legs Jason got up off the bed, returning with a damp washcloth from the hotel room bathroom. Gently and with a touch too much affection he cleaned James off but nothing could scrub away the act they had just committed.

“Where are you going,” James finally managed to croak out, as he rolled over onto his back, his head falling to the side as he watched Jason get dressed again. His brows furrowed and the corners of his lips turned down into a deep frown.

Jason looked at him from the corner of his eye as he tugged the zipper of his jeans upwards. “Back to my room.” He said quietly. “You didn’t think I was gonna stay did you?” He asked. He didn’t intend it to come off so cagey. But they both knew he couldn’t, they shouldn’t have done this in the first place. James was trying to be a better man for his wife and…well Jason was just…he just couldn’t ruin that for him any further than he already had.

For a brief moment James let him feel that shame he had been pushing down. A sick feeling twisting in his stomach. He wondered if this was how their groupies over the years felt at the end of the night. Was this how Jason felt every time James slipped from his room coldly? He gave Jason a shaky smile that did nothing to conceal the unease he felt. “Yeah no, ‘course, my bad.” He mumbled.

A beat of silence passed between them as Jason finished tugging his shirt back on. He nodded at James but couldn’t bring himself to return the smile. James had spaced out, hardly recognizing the sound of the hotel room door opening and closing. Then he was alone. The only evidence of Jason’s presence was the deep ache he left in his body and the dried tears staining his cheeks. “Bye,” James mumbled bitterly to the empty room. Only silence echoed back to him in return.

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orions-choker · 24 days ago

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Hihihhihihi

I haven’t been able to get fae Lars out of my head,,, like imagine finding out that his wings are a sort of erogenous zone, so you get him to the edge just from massaging his dainty little wings :3

Planting The Fields (LarsxReader NSFW)

A:N: I am tired of making banners for one shots so y'all are just getting pictures again LOL

Tags: Fae & Fairies Alternate Universe - Fae, Fae!Lars, Wings, Penis In Vagina Sex, No Plot/Plotless, Vaginal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, they're outside for like two seconds so I don't know, nothing weird just sex, Not Beta Read

When the sun begins to set lower and the world is bathed in the subtle warm glow of burnt oranges, cold winds ruddy your cheeks and nose. Harvest is coming, the autumnal equinox has passed. The time for reaping was strenuous and to say Y/N was never prepared for it was an understatement. It wasn’t her intention to ever move back home and take over the farm for her failing mother, but after a strenuous year at college that impaired her will to live and forced her hand in dropping out there was no other choice. She grew up on the farm of course, and had spent many summers up to her elbows in thick soil. But when it came time for harvesting it was her mother who took on that task.

Y/N had come to find out the reason for that. She remembered as a kid the glow of lightning bugs outside her window on cool nights, the way they moved in elegant formations, synchronized movements. Her mom would always tell her not to stare too long, “They may get shy” She would say jokingly. Still even with her eyes squeezed shut she could hear the pleasant crackling of their wings outside, like a fire licking at her skin. When her mother would get her to put bowls of milk and honey on the front porch she never questioned it.

Then came the first night home, she heard chattering outside her window. The crackle of wings and the warm glow were nostalgic and comforting, but the voices she hadn’t expected. It had startled her from her sleep, a wispy voice on the wind, distant and yet not far enough. She had thrown off her thick quilts, shoved her feet quickly into her boots and grabbed the .22 rifle that rested beside the front door. She looked like a mad woman in her nightgown, guns blazing as she all but kicked open the door. Aiming it wildly around the property as she looked for an intruder, coming face to face with nothing but darkness and the gentle glow of the bugs. All of which had seemed to stop their movements, hovering almost hesitantly in the air.

Her breathing was quick and shallow, a rapid rise and fall of her chest following. “Hello?” She called out confused and worried. She watched the bugs flitter nervously, almost leaving in droves that made her eyebrows furrow in confusion. Bug’s don't act like that. Her lips pursed into a frown as she took another step forward, mud squelching beneath her boots, the earth still wet from the generous rain last night had brought.

“Put the weapon down!” A thickly accented voice hit her ears and caused her to stop dead in her tracks. Her body going rigid, hands shaking on the body of the gun. “For fucks sakes, did you hear me?” This time the voice was followed by a head peeking from around the side of her house. Even in the darkness he seemed to be illuminated by a pleasant glow. The very sight made her jump, her gun lowering in shock rather than agreement with the creature's words. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to see through the thick blanket that was the warm light around him.

It was the ruddied baby-soft cheeks that she noticed first, following the slope down to the little dimpled mark in his chin. Even pointed pink lips pulled into a shiny pout that crinkled the bridge of his slightly upturned nose. He looked like he had been crafted by the softest most tender hands. The planes of his face were smooth and well worked over by the delicate thumbs that had formed his clay. It was enough to distract him from the complete nakedness that followed from the waist down.

When she realized the night was silent once more aside from her unsteady breathing, coming out in shaky hot puffs that dissipated like smoke into the cold autumn night. “I heard you.” She choked out, lowering her gun fully until the barrel was pointed down at the soft dirt beside her. She made no move yet to lock the safety back in place. She squinted still against the glow, too bright for her eyes in the otherwise still darkness. She cupped her hand above her brows in a poor attempt to see better. “Who are you, why are you on my property.” She mustered all the steadfast confidence she could muster for a young woman living on her own with an ailing mother on a rural farm, no neighbors for miles around.

The sound that hit her ears was a nearly whiny scoff, almost a laugh. The man shook his head and with the movement went what looked like soft flecks of glittery pollen from his hair, falling around him in a gentle rain. Even his dandruff was pretty? That hardly seemed fair. “The lady who owned this property before you didn’t tell you?” He asked in disbelief. He was offended that she didn’t know who he was. He pointed lazily with an open hand to the bowls placed in decorative wire holders on the front porch of her house. “Those are for us, you put those out there for us.”

Y/N’s face scrunched up as she looked over her shoulder. Brows wrinkled in confusion as she eyed the old bowls she was familiar with as a child, the ones she had habitually filled with silky cream and warmed honey like she always did. Like her mother always did. She shook her head and turned back to look at the man bathed in warm light. “No I- my mother didn’t tell me anything, couldn’t tell me anything she’s not well.” She explained and she saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes. “What do you mean the bowls are for you, it’s just some old superstition my family does.”

“Your mother…�� The man replied, his voice a touch softer, something akin to sympathy that she didn’t quite understand. He sighed and reached up to pinch his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. She heard a sharp snap of wind and loud fluttering like pieces of paper rubbing together. Like the gentle sounds of lightning bug wings had been run through an amplifier. She watched the glow around the man suddenly ebb and flow.

Taking a step closer to investigate she pushed through the light like fog until her eyes focused on the source. Behind the man were rather large intricate wings. They looked soft and flimsy like an insect's wings but were colored in a warm fiery stained glass pattern. From them emanated the glimmer that had been bathing him. She sucked in a sharp breath as she took in the sigh. “What the hell?” She mumbled, still she stepped closer. “What are you?” She asked softly.

The wings fluttered, annoyance prominent on his face at the question. They moved in the way a dog's tail might, in tune with his emotions. “Well…rude, firstly.” His arms crossed over his strikingly bare chest. Only then did her eyes flick down and take in the sight of his body. A heat rose to her face and she quickly snapped her gaze back up to his face. Any protests she had about his state of undress died on her tongue when she realized just how in-human he was. “Your kind calls me Fae, or Fairy.” He hummed. “And I’m Lars.”

A fairy. She had to be dreaming. But no standing right in front of her was a full naked man, glowing with soft fluttering wings and she couldn’t argue with the facts right in front of her. She blinked, her mouth opening and closing a few times as she tried to gather something to say. Finally she blurted out. “Why are you big? I thought fairies were small?”

Judging by the look on his face she didn’t sound anything short of stupid. His lip curled in almost a mean sneer. “Preferably yes.” He sighed, annoyed like she wasn't privy to information that seemed obvious to him. “However, you kind of came out here with the intent to kill and someone had to talk to you.” He gestured to himself. “So here I am, abiding by human standards, your guy’s hearing is awful, you can't pick up on our voices regularly.”

She felt like she was being made fun of, actually it seemed highly likely that was the case. Despite her annoyance she reached over and adjusted her safety back in place. He hardly seemed like a threat, she wasn’t sure why but despite his less than polite demeanor he seemed harmless. “Actually that’s why I came out here in the first place.” She huffed and leaned her gun against the wood siding on the outside walls of her house. “I did hear your voices, I mean barely but god it sounded like creepy fucking whispering outside of my house, can you blame me?”

Lars looked surprised by that. “Oh,” His voice was breathy and quiet if only for a moment. “Well then,” His lips curled and his nails picked idly at the skin of his arms, boredom on his face. “Well then I think we’ve cleared this up?” He sighed and cocked his head back in a gentle roll that seemed to crack his bones, before his gaze settled back on hers. He had steeled his expression but Y/N could see an undeniable intrigue in his eyes.

Shaking her head Y/N protested. “Nuh-uh, no way.” She huffed. Defiantly she placed her hands on her hips, the action hiking up her nightgown more, exposing her calves to the cool air. “You never answered what you're doing here, what deal did you ‘guys’ “ -she gestured vaguely towards the directions of the rest of the bugs, no scratch that, fairies, had flown off to- “Make with my mom?” She asked, her eyes needling into him like she could pin him in place.

“We bring good harvest for your crops.” He explained, a lot easier than she initially thought. In fact he seemed almost excited to explain to her. “It’s kind of the whole thing we do,” He shrugged and smiled at her, there she caught a glimpse of gapped crooked teeth. The only imperfection on him that she could see, if it could even be considered that. “In return for the gifts you people leave for us, we come by and make sure your crops are healthy and plentiful, pollinate them…like bees but better.” He flicked his fingers and with it came more of the glittering dust that seemed to coat him.

She could tell he was prideful of what he did, with the way he so eagerly explained it. That or maybe he just liked hearing himself talk. “Gifts.” She repeated slowly. She shifted her weight and the mud squished beneath her boots. “So like, the milk and honey we leave out for you?” When he nodded she laughed. “Really that’s all you want in return for that much work, not to look a gift horse in the mouth but that hardly seems like a fair trade off. “ She mused.

With a huff Lars shook his head. “Well no, we take our share of the berries that get produced, baked things are another good offering.” He rattled off the various items they received in exchange for their work and Y/N still didn’t see how that could possibly be fair in the grand scheme of things, but of course she was no expert on fairy society so she would take his word for it. His rambling stopped and he grinned at her something mischievous. “And well, there are a few willing humans who offer some more extraneous favors to some of us.”

Cocking her head to the side she urged him to explain further, feeling he would take no issue in divulging more information with how much he seemed to enjoy speaking. “Other favors?” She asked, maybe it was naivete or purposeful ignorance that she ignored what he was implying. Her mind went blank when she tried to think of the possibilities of his words.

Lars sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. She wasn’t quite sure what it was exactly that disappointed him. “You know, like…sexual favors.” He said bluntly. Her eyes widened at the words. She expected some sort of shame or embarrassment from him after he said it, instead she was only met with indifference.

“What do you mean?” The words came stumbling from her mouth quickly. “Sexual favors? H-how how does that even work? And why? With all of you? That seems a bit excessive.” She was rambling, her hands flailing expressively as she tripped over her words. Her cheeks red hot and eyes wide, all the color in her irises drowned out by the swirling black of her pupils.

Her frantic surprise was clearly not the response Lars was hoping for as he deflated a little further. “Calm down, it was a joke.” He complained, his lips returning to that soft pout. “God, you humans don't have a sense of humor?” He asked with a dry laugh, watching as Y/N slowly stopped prattling on. Her hands dropped back down to her side and her eyes darted away, almost bashful.

“Oh,” She squeaked out, great just great, this Fae creature had managed to make her feel dumb twice in one night. “Sorry,” She let out an awkward laugh that sounded more like a strangled huff of air. A sheepish smile on her lips she shrugged and scratched at the back of her head. “Should have figured that one out, I mean are we even compatible?” Her mouth went dry as she asked the question, her eyes flicking down between his legs. “Okay yeah well…we are… but why would you want to with a human I mean-”

He stopped her babbling once more, cutting her off. “Oh my god you’re hopeless, you think I’m pretty right?” He snapped with all the directness she had come to anticipate from him. She nodded weakly in response as she lifted her eyes back to his face again. “Then come here.” He sighed with a gentle curl of his finger, beckoning her forward. A little too eagerly she stepped forward, the soft ground squishing beneath her boots as she closed the gap between them. Her hands flitting out experimentally placing her hands upon his chest. He was warm, a pleasant constant buzz beneath his skin. This close she could see him better, the glow seeming to emanate around both of them now, accepting her presence in its aura. Oh, oh he was so pretty up close too. Completely hypnotizing.

Then she realized she was staring too long. He had let out a soft impatient huff as her fingers danced across his bare skin that gathered her attention once more. “Sorry, sorry,” She found herself repeating that quite a lot around him. There was a deep embarrassment building inside her, intimidated by his presence, but there was an even bigger want that was outweighing that. “Do you want me to uh-” She could have sworn she wasn’t this bad with words typically. “God, do you want me to kiss you?” She squeaked.

There was a hint of that slightly mocking laugh before she was watching him lean down. Eyes closed with soft willowy lashes brushing the tops of his cheek bones. His head tilted to the side and nose pressed against her cheek gently as his lips met hers. She couldn’t have been more grateful that he had stopped relishing in her suffering, providing her with sweet relief. It gave her a fantastic reason to stay silent. It was all soft and smooth. He wasted no time in working her up, he was demanding in his kisses. Tongue slipping into her mouth and the calloused pads of his fingers tipped her head back in his gentle grasp. The angle granted him ease as he licked into her mouth eagerly. It was all too much all at once, her hands scrambling to find purchase against him, wrapping beneath his arms to grip at the skin of his back.

She found her fingers slipping into the spaces between his skin and the thin papery wings that sprouted from there. In an instant his whole body twitched and she was swallowing the moan slipping from his lips. The grip he had on her face tightening as he walked them forward, pressing her to the side of her house. Experimentally she rubbed her fingers over the area once more. The high pitched needy moan that followed had her head spinning. She could hardly recognize it as coming from the man in front of her.

Lars was pulling back from the kiss, skin flushed and lips puffy and glossy with a collection of their spit. A strand of saliva glimmering between them connected their lips together in a shiny string that finally snapped as he dropped his head against her shoulder. “Oh. f-fuck.” His voice had raised an octave as he pressed himself against her fully. There was a pressure against her hip and she didn’t have to look down to figure out what it was.

“S’that feel good?” She asked breathily, her voice slurred with the desire and excitement that she couldn’t contain. It was an interesting feeling, rubbing the fragile material of his wings between her fingers, each motion pulling more desperate gasps from him. He nodded eagerly, words failing him as he rocked his hips forward against her thigh. It was impressive she was able to reduce the guy to nothing but moans considering how much it seemed like he enjoyed hearing himself speak. “Weirdest hand-job I’ve ever given.” She joked with a huff.

There was a groan of disapproval of her joke from Lars. His lips smeared against her neck in sloppy wet kisses in another attempt to quiet her. His hands had fallen to her hips, slowly hiking up her nightgown and exposing her skin to the cold night air. “Can I?” He whimpered and the pure desperation in his voice was pathetic in the hottest way. His hips bucking up as her fingers smoothed over the veiny wings that had flattened against his back. Twitching at every touch.

Y/N stopped for just a moment, chest heaving and knocking into his with every shaky movement. “Outside?” She asked, shivering as the fabric was bunched around her waist and he rocked forward, his cock brushing against the dampening fabric of her underwear. “It’s cold, n’muddy.” She complained with a soft petulant whine.

She could feel the way his fingers tightened against her. Grunting in annoyance but ultimately agreeing with her as he stepped away from her, shaky and blushing. His wings fluttered, producing a fast soft noise like paper rubbing together. His cock was still hard, blushing and leaking at the tip, demanding all her attention with how pretty and desperate it looked. “Fine, take me inside the house then.” He demanded but his voice no longer held the same haughty insistence that it had before.

Nodding quickly she wrapped her fingers around his surprisingly delicate wrist. Her nightgown fell back down into place as she pulled him inside. Kicking off her boots carelessly and sliding along the polished wood of the floor she guided him to her room. No words needed to be said for her to pull off the nightgown, leaving her in nothing but her already cum soaked cotton panties. His hands were on her tits in an instant, kneading at them a bit too roughly but she wasn’t about to stop him. No, not when he was looking at her with a fiery intensity that she had never been awarded from any other partner before.

Lars shuffled them both backwards towards her bed. His lips latched onto the junction of her neck and shoulder. When the back of her knees hit the edge of her mattress she fell back, his body following her and caging her in with his dainty limbs. She let out a soft grunt as her body bounced, the old bed springs creaking slightly. His hands were tender but his actions were hungry and insistent. Fingers hooking into the elastic of her underwear and tugging them down until they hung uselessly around her raised ankle. Thighs spread accommodatingly for him as he pushed them up higher towards her chest.

“Pretty,” He mumbled and Y/N could have sworn her heart soared. It was the first verbal complement he had given her and she nearly wanted to laugh. Her? Pretty? Calling her that felt like a disservice to the word when he was right there. His hands were traveling across her plush skin, his thumb just barely skimming over her neglected clit. The action was enough to send her back arching off the bed and her hands scrambling to find purchase against his back.

When her fingers slid over his wings again he shuddered, body rocking forward and knocking the tip of his cock through her folds. Purposefully she repeated the action, spreading her fingers wide to cover as much of the fluttering material as she could. She preened at the noises it pushed from him, the highest praise she could receive. “Yeah?” She breathed out, rolling her lips up to seek her own friction. “That's what you want?” She cooed at him.

Lars groaned but he had lost all his wit to snap at her. It was too much, too good. He was completely boneless on top of her, melting against her skin as she rubbed him. He was rutting uselessly against her, dripping his own pre-release and smearing it across her skin until it mixed with her own wetness. “Cant-” He grunted, grinding down on his teeth as he hid against her neck. “Can’t keep g-going like this, gonna…”.

Her movements stopped at that, hands pulling away completely and he whined. His wings bristled in annoyance. It was cute. “What the fuck.” He protested, voice thick and needy. He continued rolling his hips into hers but with less vigor than before, his body reeling from the sudden ruined orgasm. His fingers dug deeper into the flesh of her thighs as he tried to chase the feeling, desperate to spill over. “Bitch,” He hissed.

Y/N giggled at that, feeling the lack of venom behind his name calling. She steadied her hands on his shoulders and shook her head. “I wanna feel good too Lars,” She reminded him. She wasn’t about to give without any reciprocation. She wiggled her hips until she had found the angle in which his cockhead was just barely catching on her entrance with each needy movement he was making. “Please?” She certainly wasn’t above begging. Breathing heavily Lars managed to pull himself back, hovering over her with his weight on his shaking arms. She watched with an intense interest as his throat bobbed with a hard swallow and he nodded. “Yeah, shit, okay.” He mumbled, the words coating his tongue like thick sticky sweet molasses. “Can I fuck you?” He asked, rocking his hips forward again. His tip pushed flush against her hole, providing a steady pressure but not pushing in until Y/N was nodding eagerly, a small lopsided grin on her lips.

The movement knocked the breath from both their lungs. Her plush inner walls sucking him in, hot, warm and constricting until he was snug inside her. Their hips met, his thighs pressed tightly up against her ass. She whimpered and grasped his blushing cheeks to tug his face down, pressing their lips together in a hard messy kiss.

He was relentless in his pursuit, not giving her a moment's notice to adjust before he was rolling his hips into her, small tight motions in which he hardly pulled out of her. It was a fast rhythmic motion, applying just enough pressure with each sharp thrust to grind against her oversensitive clit. His chest brushing over her pebbled nipples forcing her to pull away from the heated kiss. Soft cries leaving her spit slicked lips. Lars groaned and buried his face back into the flesh of her neck. “Keep touching me.”

The request was clear. As gently as she could she rubbed her fingers across his back once more. The movements were shaky as her body trembled from the consistent stimulation. Lars was mumbling incoherent curses into her skin, lips brushing against the hot flesh. The language was foreign to her but she understood the intent behind them all the same. He pushed hard into her, like he was trying to bury himself as deep as possible into her warm heat.

“Lars,” Y/N forced the words out from deep within her tightening stomach. There was a tight coil wrapping itself around her, like an elastic stretched too far ready to snap. Involuntarily she clenched down on him hard enough to stifle his movements. “I- God I’m close.” She whispered into his ear, turning her head to press her lips to his sweat-damp hair, leaving feather light kisses against his scalp and cheek bones.

He managed to nod, shifting his weight onto one elbow and reaching down with his freed hand between them. His calloused fingers slipped against her wet release, fumbling only for a moment before finding the exposed bundle of nerves. He let his thrusts guide his fingers harder against the nub until She was crying out. Her blunt nails dug into the flesh of his back, her body spasming around him. She coiled around him, ankles locking behind his hips as she milked him.

It was enough to have his hips stutter, pace slowing down to a halt. She was so sensitive she could feel each pulse of his dick as he spilled thick release inside her. He came with a high pitched whine, nuzzling his nose along the underside of her jaw with sloppy open-mouthed kisses. His wings fluttered pleasantly as he went boneless against her.

For a moment the room was silent aside from their labored breaths. Y/N blinked until her eyes gained clarity once more. She looked down at the mess that they had become. His body atop her like a soft glowing blanket. His skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat and that same glittering pollen that fell from him. It coated her own skin like she had rolled around in a bath of shimmering rhinestones. “You’re kind of heavy.” She finally managed to speak again.

Lars grunted and pulled back enough to slip from her, rolling onto his back beside her. Blindly his hand searched for her wrist, gently tugging on it until she rolled into him, tucking her head against his chest. “You need to learn to shut up.” He huffed with a surprisingly gentle affection. Y/N was starting to come to terms with the fact that was just the way he spoke. She laughed in response.

“Yeah, okay.” She whispered. Hooking her leg across his waist she twisted onto her side until she found the position in which her body seemed to slot against his perfectly. “So uh, how often do you expect these gifts?” She asked him, her voice squeaking out tinged with a slight hesitance. She wouldn’t mind helping him out, him specifically. She purred when he felt his hands carding through her tangled hair.

He hummed for a moment like he was deep in thought before flicking his striking green eyes down to catch hers. His lips curled into a smug smirk. “How ever often you’re willing, preferably every night.” He teased and it earned him another breathless giggle. There was an unrecognizable look that flashed over his eyes, maybe something akin to fondness or curiosity. He pursed his lips before speaking again. “You never gave me your name by the way.”

If her mind had been cleared from the sex-induced haze she was in, Y/N would have remembered old folk-tales her mother told her, the old beliefs that telling the Fae your name bound you to them. It seemed like nothing more than precautionary tales of stranger danger as a child, a warning not to talk to unfamiliar folk. Never once did she consider the truths behind the stories.

So, all too easily she smiled at him sheepishly. Mumbling a sweet apology followed by the gentle binding whisper of her name to him. Then Lars smiled a little softer at her, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips. “Thank you,” He hummed, and Y/N thought nothing about the way she felt suddenly tied to him.

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