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allmoshnobrain · 1 month

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Hello

So i was thinking of 16 and 3 with 80s jason

this was such a fun request to write and i'm honestly in love with jason on this. hope you enjoy reading it, love <3

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jason newsted x reader │ word count: 3,1k

"I'm gonna kiss you. Cool?" he asked, and you blushed, giving a shy nod. "Man, didn't the guys you've been with ever kiss you?" "Not that much," you confessed, and he let out a chuckle. "You need to pick your partners better." "Quit giving me a lecture and just do it," you retorted, and he laughed before leaning in to press his lips softly against yours.

✦ warnings and tags: NSFW!!!, jason newsted x female!reader, +18, language, mxf sex, protected sex (yay), oral sex, friends with benefits, pre-metallica jason (early 80s), reader is inexperienced but not a virgin

The soft hum of the ceiling fan filled your bedroom as it valiantly battled the stifling summer heat with a gentle breeze. You sighed, tearing your eyes away from the open magazine and glancing over at your best friend sprawled out on your rug, absorbed in your Atari video game.

You and Jason had been buddies since high school. You actually met him through your brother - they were in a band together for a bit before your brother bailed to help out your dad with the family business. But even after that, Jason just became a regular fixture around your place.

It was pretty common for the two of you to hang out in your room all day, reading comics, watching movies, or playing games together. Jason was a solid friend - he was chill, funny, and always looked out for you. It felt like he was practically part of the family by now. Your parents and your brother loved having him around, and you couldn't deny you felt the same way.

"What's with the sigh?" Jason asked, and you blinked, glancing down at him to see he'd paused his game, resting his arms on your mattress as he peered up at you, a mop of brown curls framing his face.

"What sigh?" you frowned, and he rolled his eyes.

"You just sighed. The upset kind of sigh," he explained, and you raised an eyebrow. Yeah, maybe after years of hanging out, Jason could read you like a book. It wasn't exactly news, but it still caught you off guard sometimes, how effortlessly tuned in he could be.

"It's nothing," you replied, and he raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. You blushed, shifting your gaze back to your magazine.

"Come on," he nudged your arm, and you huffed, glancing back at him. "I can tell when you're upset. What's up?"

"I'm not upset," you retorted. "Just... Ugh, fine. You remember that guy Flint?"

"That jerk Flint Jones?" Jason snorted, and you chuckled.

"Yeah, well, we went on a date yesterday."

"Damn, sweetheart," he laughed. "No wonder you're feeling some kinda way."

"Oh, shut up," you playfully nudged his head with your foot, and he snorted, grabbing your ankle and moving your foot away from his head. "He's hot, okay? But it's all surface. We went back to his van afterwards and... Well, it was terrible."

"Did he hurt you or anything? You want me to kick his ass?" he asked, suddenly serious, and you laughed.

"Unless you think he deserves a beatdown for having the smallest dick ever," you replied, and Jason snorted, blushing. "Nah, it's all good. It's just the same old story, you know? He just wanted a quick fuck, but he was all about himself. So I bounced," you paused, frowning. "...And then he had the nerve to call me today just to say I’m a bitch."

"Wait till your brother finds out about this," Jason whispered, menacingly.

"Oh, hell no, you're not telling him. I don't need my brother getting all up in my business. As far as he's concerned, I'm still as innocent as they come," you chuckled, then grimaced. "I mean, it's not that far off. I've only been with three guys, but every time it's like, why did I even bother?"

"It was that terrible, huh?" he asked, gently, propping his chin in his hand, and you nodded.

"Sorry. Too much information?" you grinned, a bit shyly, and he returned the smile.

"Not at all. You know you can tell me anything. Even about your awful sex li... Ow!" he laughed as you swiftly left your sitting position to kneel down, giving his head a playful shove before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Shut up, Newsted. Just 'cause you're getting lucky doesn't mean you can rag on my sex life."

"Who said I'm getting lucky?" he chuckled, blushing a bit, and you rolled your eyes.

"Are you serious? I don't know what you did to her, but my friend Carol won't shut up about how amazing your night was. Like I wanted to hear all the details!" you exclaimed. Jason laughed.

“I could show you what I did to her,” he blurted out. You froze, raising your eyebrows at him. "Uh, I mean... You said you've never had a good fuck, so I thought maybe I could..." Jason trailed off, his words stumbling out awkwardly. "I just thought... Maybe if you had a decent one... Okay, forget it, I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's cool," you replied hastily. Sure, you hadn't exactly fantasized about getting down with Jason, but you couldn't deny he had his charms, muscular arms and toned body matching the most beautiful wavy hair, blue eyes and a warm smile. Plus, you were sick of your own lackluster experiences and the hassle of trying to score in this town. There was just one hitch: you didn't want things to get weird between you two. Your friendship was cool, the coolest kind there was — you could count on Jason for everything, and he could count on you as well. You didn’t want this to change. “It’s just… Won’t that make things awkward?”

“It doesn’t have to. We’re friends, right?” Jason answered, shifting to sit beside you on the bed with a soft grunt. "I mean, if you're gonna dive into this, might as well do it with someone you trust. Better than messing around with Flint Jones," he joked, and you laughed along.

"You're such a dummy," you teased, feeling your cheeks warm as he inched closer, his hand finding its way to your cheek. “What the hell are you doing, Newsted?”

"I'm gonna kiss you. Cool?" he asked, and you blushed, giving a shy nod. "Man, didn't the guys you've been with ever kiss you?"

"Not that much," you confessed, and he let out a chuckle.

"You need to pick your partners better."

"Quit giving me a lecture and just do it," you retorted, and he laughed before leaning in to press his lips softly against yours.

The kiss started gentle, a bit awkward at first, but you soon started to ease into it, feeling Jason's lips soft against yours. His scent, so familiar, surrounded you as he pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist. You found yourself leaning in, one hand resting on his thigh, letting out a little sigh as he nibbled on your lower lip.

“It's sweltering in here," you muttered, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, saying it more as an excuse to take a small breather. Jason chuckled softly.

"I got you," he grinned, pulling your shirt off. You blushed, heart racing as his eyes roamed over your body, then meeting yours. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you replied, biting your lip. "Yeah, keep going."

He grunted, nudging you to lie back as he settled on top of you. You trailed your fingers along his stomach, tugging at his shirt to get it off. Your cheeks flushed as he leaned in, planting soft kisses along your jawline, working his way up to your ear, sending delightful shivers down your spine.

“Gonna teach you what a good fuck feels like,” he murmured, his voice gravelly as he pressed himself against you, his hardness meeting that warm spot between your legs. You sucked in a sharp breath, gripping his hair. "Feels good?" he asked softly, lips trailing along your neck before returning to yours, his body pressing against yours. You nodded, meeting his gaze, cheeks heating up; Jason had never looked at you like this before, his eyes full of desire as he watched the way you opened your mouth slightly, small sighs of pleasure escaping your lips as you felt the pressure of his hard cock against you.

"Jase..." you whispered, reaching for his pants zipper, but he groaned, swiftly grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head. You let out a little whimper of protest, but he chuckled softly.

"Take it easy," he smiled. "Got a few tricks up my sleeve to show you first."

"Like what?" you breathed, and he grinned before letting go of your wrists, sliding his hands down to your back to unhook your bra. You couldn't help but sigh, feeling your cheeks heat up as he traced circles around one of your nipples with his finger, teasing it until it stiffened. He gave it a gentle pinch, and you couldn't hold back a soft moan.

"Has anyone ever touched your boobs like this?" he murmured, planting a soft kiss on one of them, and you shook your head no. He licked his fingertips to give them a little lubrication before teasing your nipple again, giving it gentle pinches and pulls. With a grunt, he took the other into his mouth, and you couldn't help but moan as he sucked on it, his tongue swirling around your nipple while he massaged the other with his hand. "Gonna make sure you know how amazing it can feel, babe."

"Oh," you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair as you instinctively moved your hips upwards, feeling a rush of pleasure and excitement. He pulled back briefly before latching onto your other nipple, teasing and squeezing the one he had just left wet and sensitive. Your eyes fluttered shut, breath coming in uneven bursts as you pulled him in closer. He continued to suck on your breast gently, leaving a little love mark as he unbuttoned your pants.

Your whole body tingled as he stripped off your pants and panties in one swift move. This was a whole different new experience for you; sure, Jason had caught glimpses of you in a bikini before, but being fully exposed like this was a first. Your cheeks flushed hot as he took in your naked form with a low hum, reaching out to grab your waist.

"You're so damn hot," he whispered, his own cheeks tinted with a flush. You sighed contently as he parted your thighs, his fingers exploring the warmth between them. A sharp moan escaped your lips as he teased your sensitive area, circling your wet entrance with his fingertips. "You're soaking wet, babe," he grunted, and you couldn't help but moan in response. He looked up at you. "You sure about this?"

"Yeah," you whispered, closing your eyes with a moan as he slid two fingers inside you, curling them gently. "Oh, Jase..."

"So damn warm and wet," he muttered, looking captivated by your reaction as he positioned himself between your legs, his warm breath against your clit. “I really wanna eat you out… Can I?”

"Yes, please," you whimpered, hips instinctively moving with his fingers as he curled them inside you once more. He chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on your inner thigh before diving down to your clit. A sharp moan escaped your lips as you felt the warmth and wetness of his tongue against your sensitive bud. "Jason..."

"Hmm?" he grinned up at you, his fingers working magic inside you. "You're squeezing around my fingers, babe... Feels good?"

"Feels amazing," you agreed, cheeks flushing. He went back to your clit, licking it in slow circles, and you couldn't help but moan, gripping his hair. A small gasp escaped you when he sucked on it, hips moving with his rhythm as you pulled him closer. He held onto your thigh, keeping you in place as he continued with increasing intensity, sending waves of pleasure through your whole body. "Jason," you gasped, eyes shutting tight as he kept his fingers moving inside you, pleasure building with every stroke. He pulled back momentarily, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs.

"It's alright, babe," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've got you. Just let it out..."

You whimpered, tugging at his arm until he was back on top of you. He kissed you deeply, his tongue moving with yours as he slid his fingers away, focusing on massaging your clit in slow circles. You melted in his kiss, pressing yourself against him as you felt your climax building, each wave crashing over you until you were moaning louder and louder, your whole body trembling under his touch.

"That's it, baby," Jason murmured, sliding his fingers back inside you and hitting that spot that made you cry out in ecstasy, your walls clenching around him. "Just let it all out... I've got you, honey."

"Jase, please..." you sobbed, burying your face in his neck as you attempted to push his hand away. "It's too intense, I can't..."

“It’s okay,” he whispered, planting soft kisses on your hair while easing his hand's movements. You let out a shaky sigh, still tingling from the pleasure as you came down from your high. He chuckled, brushing your hair back from your face, his body warm and sweaty against yours. "You enjoyed that?"

"Hell yeah," you replied weakly, and he laughed.

"You wanna keep going?" he asked, and you nodded.

"Just need a sec to catch my breath, please," you whispered, and he chuckled before getting up. You watched as he peeled off his pants and underwear, blushing when you caught sight of his arousal. He grabbed his wallet from your nightstand, pulling out a condom before taking hold of his cock with his free hand.

"Wanna learn how to put this on?" he asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"I'm not that clueless, Jason. I know how to do it," you replied, sitting on the bed.

"Well, you wanna lend a hand, then?" he asked, and you nodded, cheeks flushing. You took the condom from him, tearing open the package. There was a moment of hesitation before you took hold of him, running your thumb over the tip and spreading the pre-cum over his swollen head. He let out a grunt.

“Want me to suck you off first?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you moved your hand slowly. He let out a soft moan.

"I'd love it, but let's save it for another time," he replied, his voice husky. You blushed, the thought of a next time sending butterflies through your stomach. "Today's all about you, alright? Just wanna make you feel good."

"Well, you're killing it so far," you grinned, and he chuckled. You slid the condom on him, then leaned back on the bed, spreading your legs. Jason looked at you, stroking himself slowly with a sigh before getting back on top of you.

"There's still so much I wanna teach you," he whispered in your ear, and you let out a soft moan. "Loads of ways to make you lose it for me... You have no idea how sweet you taste."

"No one's ever talked to me like that before," you whispered, heart racing as you blushed. He grunted, planting soft kisses on your neck.

"Their loss," he replied before easing himself into you with a slow, steady movement. You let out a loud moan, clinging to him as you opened your legs wider to take him in deeper. He kissed your jaw, fully inside you now, your bodies hot and sweaty against each other. "You good?"

"I'm good," you whispered, and he let out a soft grunt before starting to move slowly. You buried your face in his neck, moaning as you felt him stretching you out, hitting all those sweet spots inside you. It was intoxicating, the mix of gentle ache and intense pleasure, far beyond anything you'd felt with anyone else. Your pussy throbbed, extra sensitive after your last orgasm, and Jason moaned your name, pulling you closer.

You curled your toes, lips seeking his out eagerly, knowing you wouldn't hold out much longer, the tension in your belly rising fast. Jason kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he tangled his hand in your hair, your lips moving together in a frenzy of soft moans and gentle bites. You were completely lost in him, in the sensation of him thrusting into you, picking up speed as you gave in to the pleasure of each other's touch.

"Jase... I'm gonna cum again," you moaned, and Jason grunted, his thrusts getting harder as he used one hand to play with your clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with quick motions.

You let out a sharp moan, feeling his hot, ragged breath against your skin as he showered you with soft kisses, driving your hips forward to deepen the connection. It was too much; your climax finally crashed over you, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheek as you held onto him tightly, your body clenching around him. Jason groaned, his movements becoming wilder as he was carried over the edge by the intensity of your release. He buried his face in your neck, fingers gripping your hair as his body trembled, delivering a few final thrusts before collapsing on top of you with a shaky sigh.

You closed your eyes, giggling as he peppered your jaw and then your lips with kisses. He slipped out of you, and you scooted over to make room for him to sit beside you. You watched as he disposed of the condom and headed to your bathroom. He was back in no time, his naked form gleaming with sweat, face flushed as he ran his hand through his hair.

"What's got you smiling?" he asked, a small grin playing on his lips. He settled down on the bed, running his hand over your thigh.

"That was amazing, Jase," you said, and he chuckled, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss.

"You feeling weird now or are we cool?" he asked, a touch of concern in his voice. You smiled softly.

"We're good. We could be friends with benefits, right? I hear some folks actually pull that off."

"Yeah," he smiled at you, twirling a strand of your hair on his fingers. "So, does that mean we're gonna do this again sometime?"

"You were the one talking about all the lessons you had in store for me," you teased, and he chuckled softly.

"Okay. It's a deal, then," he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief, making you giggle. "But hey, we better get dressed before your brother or your folks come back home. Pretty sure they wouldn't be too thrilled to find out how we spent our afternoon."

You burst into laughter, sitting up on the bed and rummaging for your clothes. As you watched Jason get dressed, a grin spread across your face, thinking about how rough it would be to go back to those crappy dates after experiencing how amazing it felt to be with him.

You couldn't wait to see what else he had to teach you.

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 25 days

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Hiiiii can you do no nut November with the rest of metallica too ( james, kirk, and jason or cliff or both ) ??

*also I loooooove your fics ❤️

A/n: Thank you sm! I'm glad you like my writing <3. I really should've expected people to request for the rest of Metallica lol so I wrote this, I'm also going to rewrite the one for Lars because someone asked for another with him and I figured why not, Cliff is also coming.

I make no guarantee's that any of these come out in a timely manner though :'3

Kirk, Lars, James, Jason

(Pre-written Lars + Cliff)

Metallica had another interview. Going into it none of them thought it would be any different to any other ones they’ve done, they’d talk about tour dates, upcoming albums, plans for the future, etc, etc.

Just as they expected they were hit with the usual questions, and a new one.

“What are your thoughts on no nut November?” The interviewer asked from behind the camera. The four bandmates exchanged confused looks.

“What the fuck is that?” Lars asked. The interviewer gave a small chuckle.

“You try not to, um, participate in any, uh, inappropriate acts..?” The explanation was met with more questioning faces.

“We can’t fuck for a month?” James asked.

“Exactly.” Silence.

“Well, that’s fucking stupid,” Lars stated, “who the fuck would do that?”

“I thought that was just just every month for you.” James teased with that horse grin of his. Lars swatted at him.

“You think I’d beat you then?” James went to say something but paused as he didn’t know how to respond to that. He didn’t want to lose but in this case it might be better?

It was clear the interviewer was intrigued with this, it was a new story about an uprising band. Everyone would want to hear about this, surely, no?

After some arguing, Kirk trying to calm James and Lars down and Jason just giggling at the whole scene, they came to an agreement of sorts. If they were the ones to initiate something with anyone, they lost. Jerking off and wet dreams also count as a loss. The exception was that if someone else initiated it, it wasn’t a loss.

Where the idea was had been lost on pretty much everyone, no money was set on the line, nothing happens if you lose. It was a bet based on how you thought of it, but it got James and Lars to calm down and the agency the interview was with was more than happy to pay for the details of the challenge to print in upcoming magazines.

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skinbeneaththeskull · 9 months

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he’s SUCH a fucking LOSER i need to suck his dick IMMEDIATELY. like i want him to make pretty moans and whines for me while he’s got his hands in my hair and is thrusting his hips up into my face like pleaseeee!!!!!!

OMG THIS... also HIIII P!!!

no cus just imagine 80s Jason and like giving him head???!?!?! he'd literally be so whiney and begging for you to do more but you'd just tease him the whole time..

while giving him head he'd be rubbing the shell of your ear to try to make you more comfortable and relax a little bit (you obviously are but he isn't and he's squirming so much under you) and he's trying so hard not to make any noise.

soon enough into the head sesh he takes your hair into his hand and makes it a makeshift ponytail to try and get your hair out of your face because your starting to get messy and you're constantly putting your hair behind your ear. he doesn't really know what to do but enjoy it, him constantly begging for more in a more quieter, hushed tone like, "fuck.... please just a little more? your mouth feels so good.." and him making little "nnh mm nnm" breathy closed moans every second.

he's close and begging for more of you, either for you to ride him or let him fuck you and he's merely just begging to put his tip in your pussy, but your just teasing him more and more when he's asking, "h-hey please? cmon i-im so close, pretty girl..." while he's stuttering and trying not to cum by looking at your face with his dick in your mouth. he just looks away because it's too much for him and he just throws his head back. "can you ride me, please? i promise to be slow.." and all you reply with is, "i dunno, can i?" and it throws him overboard.

he looks back at you with a plea on his face, just making his grip on your hair tighter before shoving you down, making you slightly gag for a second. he figured if you wouldn't do it, he'd just do it himself. he'd buck his hips up to start thrusting into your mouth, gradually picking up the pace, seeing your eyes roll back every time he'd do so.

this time he could burst at any second, him starting to slow down a little bit as he starts throwing swears from under his breath, thighs starting to shake ever so little. you put your hands on them to steady yourself, bobbing your head without any of Jason's help besides from his head just slowly guiding you. his whole body is so leaned back into the couch as his head is thrown back again, only taking small peeks at you. "baby... 'm gonna-" is all he gets out before you start going faster, which is a pace he could barely handle as he's covering his mouth as moans start to spill, him biting the insides of his cheeks to silence himself before he grabs your head with both hands to shove you all the way down and finally fill your mouth.

he's breathing heavily as your trying to swallow his load as he just pulls out to bring you into his lap and wipe your mouth with his thumb and stick it back in so you didn't waste anything. "oh 'm god baby, you did so well." he holds you closer to him and rubs your back while kissing your face and slightly nipping at your neck, mumbling into your skin. "i didn't go too hard, did i?" and "'m sorry if it was too much, love" just throwing out words, lifting his head up with a stupid smile plastered on his face.

him just kissing you all over and apologizing for being rough with you <<333 he would pass out so quickly with you in his arms like he's cuddling a stuffed animal.

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nickybloodhead · 7 months

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Kinktober day 27: DP in two Holes

James looked at them both with total disbelief, opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but closed it again, frowned and tilted his head in confusion, waiting for one of them to say it was all a joke.

"Let me get this straight, Jason, man… You want me to fuck your girl?" You let out a giggle and took a seat next to the blond as Jase smiled sideways witnessing the whole thing, you put a hand on the frontman's thigh and moved closer to him.

"I actually asked if you wanted to join us in bed, James…Jase said he had no problem as long as you agreed" Now his attention is on you, his gaze wandered over your body and then he looked into your eyes, for such an intimidating guy on stage, he was actually quite shy and reserved.

"Come on mate, it's not like you don't want to, I've seen the way you look at her" Jason mutters and smiles knowingly, James tenses and blushes, averting his gaze embarrassed at being caught. You decide to take his cheek to look at you and smile sweetly at him.

"It's okay Het, this is what I want…so, what do you say?"

"I think you two lost your minds…but okay, uhm, I'm in" His words are shaky and you can tell he is nervous, you look to your boyfriend for permission to which he nods, you move closer to James and bring your lips together, tangle your fingers in his hair to deepen the kiss, nibble his mouth and hum happily at the contact. His hands carefully settled on your waist as he tightened his grip. You climbed onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, both of you panting into each other's mouths. You opened one eye to see Jason, who seemed to be enjoying the show, you extended your hand towards him, who approached with pleasure, James's kisses went down your neck, you bite your lower lip still looking Jase in the eyes, you saw how he undid his pants and caressed himself through his boxers, you brought your hand closer and touched his growing erection, causing him to moan hoarsely and needily.

James' nimble hands begin to undo your garments, he bites your skin gently as you grind over his bulge.

They move to the bed for more comfort, he lays you on the mattress where you spread out, you have only your pants on, your breasts are exposed for the two pairs of eyes that look at your body hungrily, both men exchange glances, they lean over you and start to run their hands over every part of your body, they remove your pants along with your panties.

"Man, I have no ideas how you got this cute little thing...look how eager she is to have both of us inside her" James speaks with swagger, he spreads your legs and whistles appreciatively as he sees how wet you are, Jason smiles and takes your chin, running a hand through your hair.

"I guess I'm just too lucky..." He kisses you as James positions himself between your legs, kisses your inner thighs as he runs a finger along your slit. You moan against your boyfriend's lips and close your eyes, you bring your hand down to the bassist's cock, pull down his underwear and begin to stroke his length.

You jerk him off on your face, licking only the tip, the blond opens your folds and buries his face in your pussy, you moan loudly as you feel his warm tongue thrust into your hole, his nose presses against your clit which makes you tremble with pleasure. Jason grabs your hair and shoves his girth into your mouth, your lips wrap around him and you suck, he grunts above you and pulls his head back.

"Shit, does she always dripp like that?" James asks with a grin as he pulls away from your center for a moment, his fingers massaging your bud, the question is directed at Jase, who scoffs and nods.

"She does, it's always a mess.... Especially when you play with her butthole" You blush thanks to Jason's confession, you look at James and notice and predatory gleam in his eyes, he smiles and licks his lips.

"Oh, she's that kind of girl, I see...we better give her what she wants, right?" you gasp at his words, he spits a large amount of drool over your pussy, letting it slide down to your hole, his fingers circle the tight muscle, all the while eating you out.

It's been a while since you've tried it from behind, so you're a little nervous but still turned on. The idea of having those two big men fucking you in tandem, well, it was fucking tempting.

"Let me ride you baby, please?" you ask your man as you suck eagerly on his pulsing length, pre cum staining your lips and chin, he moans and nods, he lies down on the bed as you move over and climb onto his lap, you look over your shoulder at James and wiggling your ass you invite him to continue his attentions to your bumhole. You take Jase's cock and sit on it, your walls cling to him, the stretch making you shudder and moan, soon you feel the frontman's rough hands on your back and he gently pushes you to lean forward a little, Jason grips your hips and begins to thrust into you.

James's tongue passes over your butt, the sensation strange but welcome as you bounce on Jase, the whimpers and obscenities echoing off the walls of the room. Wet fingers press against the tight ring of your ass, the slide uncomfortable at first but you manage to compose yourself as soft, comforting kisses land on your cheek.

"You're taking it very well beauty, relax and let me prepare that pretty little ass of yours" his words make you moan as you grind on your boyfriend's lap, who caresses your legs while he buries himself deeply in you.

The blonde fingers you slowly so you can adjust, soon he adds a second finger and spreads you open, your pussy tightens around Jason's swollen cock who moans your name and starts fucking you a little faster, the overstimulation has you screaming and leaking more than usual.

"Fuck, can't wait to fuck that tight hole of yours" That seems to be the signal for the bassist's thrusts to stop, he grabs your waist firmly while the other one smears your entrance with plenty of lubricant, you feel the head of his cock rub against it your tight hole, he slowly pushes until he's completely inside you, you cry out at the burn of the stretch, James grunts holding onto your hip as he rests his forehead against your back.

"How does that feel Het?" Jason murmurs, guiding his thumb to massage your clit and get you to loosen up a little, you're tense and the last thing he wants is for you to get hurt, the stimulation in your sweet spot makes you arch your back.

“It's so fucking tight, never felt anything so narrow… fuck” James' obscene gasps make you shiver a little, he hisses at the pressure applied to his cock pulsing inside you.

Their heavy breaths could be heard over the whimpers that escaped your lips from time to time. When the initial burning disappeared, you began to rock your hips, the friction making you moan just like James, you felt so full, those huge cocks filled you so well, it was delicious how stretched you were, your mind clouded with the pleasurable sensations that ran through your body. Jase began to thrust his hips as well, gaining pace with each thrust of his cock. James began to fuck you harder, cursing each time his length was gripped by your butthole. You were dripping everywhere, your waist moving in circles so they would hit your most sensitive spots.

"Look at you, riding us both like an expert... You've been wanting it so bad baby, wanting us to take care of you and fill you like this, haven't you?... It wasn't enough to have my cock, you needed James's too, so fucking greedy " Jason grunts, spanking your thigh as his hips buck, he closes his eyes and you feel his seed spill inside you, you clench your thighs around his waist, you approach and kiss him, moan into his mouth and cling to his shoulders. You look at James behind you, his teeth clenched, his hands braced firmly as he buries himself into your ass, his heavy balls slapping against your pussy, the squelching sound making everything even dirtier.

"I want it inside too James, please, I need it."

You beg him, your eyes hooded and full of need. He rolls his eyes and moans as he cums in you, the post-orgasmic spasms causing him to continue fucking you gently, making you rub against Jason's pubic bone, soon, you're cumming all over them both, your wetness soaking them completely. You fall on your boyfriend's chest and close your eyes to recover, the blonde pull out you and you see how he lies down next to both of you, you put your hand on his chest and smile at him.

"How do you feel, honey?" Jason asks, caressing your back and placing kisses on your head. You look at him too and kiss his jaw.

"Perfect, fucking good"

I thought I wouldn't finish it in time, but here it is

#since Jason was second in the survey #it was fair to put him here #dp is hard to write hahaha #I want a DP with James and Jason #james hetfield #jaymz #james my beloved #jason newsted #here we love Jase #james hetfield smut #jason newsted Smut #kinktober 2023

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sanman2022 · 11 months

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Just spamming pics and gifs of metallica

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distorted59 · 8 months

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Hey!! i was wondering if you could write something angst with happy ending? (with anyone and any era)

yes!! i can! love me some of that!!! here is late 90s Jason with some angst and a happy (smut) ending.

this might have been inspired by a dream i had, who knows?

Breakfast is Served

summary: Jason shows up to your house after having a rough night, he's looking for answers and comfort. You are close friends with the band ^^

pairing: '97!Jason x fem!reader

warnings: just a lil angst, jealousy, slight smut, happy ending (wink wonk), again loving to beg, nsfw

word count: 789

A/N: like i said, majorly inspired by a dream i had a few months ago. still stuck in my head, and it was too good to not use it.

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You're walking around your kitchen in some comfortable clothes, a big shirt and some panties. You’re cooking up a quick and easy breakfast for yourself, but of course, you’ve made way too much.

There’s a knock on your door, you walk towards it and you’re met with Jason’s excited, yet nervous eyes. “Jason! Oh my god!” you walk into his arms and he squeezes you tightly. “Hi baby…” he softly speaks.

“You’re just in time for breakfast, come on!” you pull his arm towards the kitchen.

“I, uh- I wanted to ask you something first, actually.” He shuffles in nervously and you turn around and notice his demeanor change. “If that’s okay.”

“Of course, are you alright?” you ask.

“Yeah ‘m fine, ‘s just...” He scoffs for not being able to look you in the eye. “Do you love me?”

Your heart sinks to your stomach, “what?”

“Do you,” he starts to tear up, “love me?”

“Yes! I do!” you grab his face, “why are you asking me this?”

“Do you love me, like you love James?” He gulps. “Like you love Kirk?” He puts his hands over yours, squeezing them. “Like you love Lars?”

“Yes, I love you the same way I love them.” you say.

“Why does it sometimes feel like you don’t?” He’s almost crying at this point.

“Jason, I love you. Alright?” you hug him tightly. “Did the boys say anything to you?”

“No… I can just feel it sometimes. Ya know?” He wipes his face. “Like when James puts his arm around you, he looks around the room like you’re his. And no one else’s.”

“That’s just alpha male bullshit.” you laugh, “they all do that, even you Jase.”

“And Kirk, when you sit next to him or hug him. His eyes just change, like no sharing. He wants all of you for himself.” Jason rambles on and you let him.

He frantically looks at you, trying to find an explanation. “Oh, and Lars!”

“Lars just looooves it when you wanna play drums with him!” He chuckles dryly. “That would make you like him more, always will. Whenever you’re playing with him and he’s touching you, he just eyes everyone. Knowing that’ll be the reason you like him most!”

“Jason…” you start. “I can’t play drums, without bass.” you smile at him and start to rethink what you just said. “Shit dude, that was even cornier than I thought it would be.” you frown.

Jason starts laughing, finally cheering up a bit. You lean in and kiss him softly. He wraps his arms around your waist and immediately kisses you back.

“Damn it, woman.” He murmurs between kisses, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

We walk towards the kitchen and you lean against the dinner table. He leans against the kitchen island across from you.

“I’ll talk to the boys, make it known that if everyone wants to keep up. You’ve all gotta share.” you wink at him.

“Okay.” Jason smiles. “There’s one other reason I came here though.”

“And that is?” you ask him.

He picks you up and puts you on the table, making you squeal.

“I had a dream about you last night, woke up a little…” he wanders off.

“Hard?” you raise my brows.

“The waking up bit, of course.” He raises his eyebrows too, a wide grin on his face.

“Of course.” you grin back.

“On the way here, just got me thinking about stuff. Made my problem uh, disappear a little.” Jason blushes.

“What was it about? The dream.” you smirk.

“Well, I went over to your place. And I was met by you and you weren’t wearing any pants, much like right now.” He snaps the fabric of your panties against your thighs.

“Really?”

“Mhmmm.”

He picks you up again and sets you on the ground. Slowly pulling down your panties and kissing you down your legs.

“And I leaned you against the table, like this.” He pushes you back. “And you put your leg over my shoulder.” He slowly grabs your thigh and lifts it up. “And you let me eat your perfect little pussy.” He shoves your leg over his shoulder and looks up at you.

That look could’ve made you cum right then and there. Like he’s waiting for it, waiting for your approval. Not daring to touch you any further before that. your hands slide through his hair, tugging on it softly.

“You made me beg for it.” He groans. “You love it when we beg, don't you?”

“I do.” you whisper. “Go ahead and beg.”

“Oh fuck.” Jason hisses. “Please let me make you feel good, wanna show you how much i love you.”

“Mhm, go ahead baby.”

Breakfast was served.

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aplaceforyourhearttorest · 4 months

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Room For More ☆ Jason Newsted, Kirk Hammett (18+)

You bite back a smile and raise your cup to your slightly parted lips as a familiar set of arms encircle themselves around you from behind, your eyes nearly closing in bliss as your boyfriend's touch emanates much needed warmth and the heady taste of lager floods its way into your awaiting mouth. Your upper half feels pleasantly weighed down as your eyes venture over and through the ever-growing crowd impatiently barreling its way into the dressing room you two currently stood in, goosebumps awakening and creating dormancy on your exposed flesh as Jason's hands begin to wander their way down and explore.

You unevenly swallow as large and calloused palms make their way past and inside the top of your jeans and rest just above the beginning of your underwear, the studded and uneven designed rings adorning his thick and long fingers nearly intertwine themselves in the loose strands of fabric inside your pants as he does so. Light russet brown curls tickle the side of your neck as Jason rests his chin on your partially bare right shoulder, his rough-skinned fingertips gently massaging and drawing figure 8's into the soft skin just underneath the ending of the flimsy lace and cotton, on the precipice of your inner thighs.

"Hi baby," He breathes out as a greeting, nearly against you. The cadence in his soft and loving tone makes you fully relax back in his embrace, the motion lulling the two of you even closer together and nearly merging you both into one being. You turn your head to the side and place a wet kiss to his jawline, a light laugh making its way out of you as you watch him playfully raise his eyebrow in faux shock. Your laughter dies down and stutters to a hitched exhale as his blue and slightly dilated eyes peer down at your raised and beer-damp lips, his fingertips subconsciously pressing themselves even deeper into your sensitive skin and creating temporary indentations as he watches them further part and suck in a shaky breath. "Missed you."

Your heartbeat unevenly flutters in your chest at his sweet admission of truth, your tongue nervously coming out to flick against your drying lips as he brings his face even closer to yours. "I missed you too." You admit, your voice barely audible and coherent over the yelling and tipsy strangers in the room with you, completely ignorant and unknowing of the tension building in between the two of you in the back of it, near one of the exits. You eagerly inhale the intoxicating scent of your boyfriend's natural musk and cologne as his lips brush against yours, the grasp you have on your cup nearly loosening as his fingers curl up and bunch the fabric of your underwear in a slight grip.

"Oh yeah?" Jason murmurs, his bottom lip connecting with yours as he physically embodies every vowel and consonant he uses to speak to you with. You needily nod and blush as he chuckles at your enthusiasm, his eyes darkening and slitting as he hungrily takes in all of your aborted and heavy breaths breathed out against him. "How about you show me, and our guest how much you missed me then?"

You furrow your brows in confusion at his teasing words and tone, before freezing in place and shutting your eyes in mortification. "Who is it?" You ask in a groan, lowering your head to rest it against your boyfriend's chin as he heartily laughs out into the frenzied air.

"Just your best friend, is all," Jason announces easily, as if acknowledging Kirk watching you both from afar was nothing out of the ordinary. "Want me to invite him over?" You raise your head and open your eyes to gape at him in shock, before raising your free hand to lightly smack at his side once you see the amusement painting his features. You can't help but grin back at him as you watch his tired face brighten up from your reaction, all annoyance gone as he placatingly loosens his grip from around the fabric and grazes his thumb over your hipbone.

"He's your friend too, you know? They all are." You lightly remind him, fighting back the urge to roll your eyes as he lowers his head to lap at the side of your neck instead of verbally answering you. Jason half asses a grunt against your reddening skin, before moderately biting into the junction of your neck to leave a love bite. You moan out into the chilled air and nearly close your eyes, before a familiar head of curly hair grasps onto your attention in your dazed and slightly blurred, peripheral vision.

"Jason," you gasp as he sucks on your now bruising and welting skin, his ring finger traveling down your flesh to lightly tap against your still clothed and now pulsating clit. "Jason. Kirk's coming over." Jason lets out a sound filled with mirth against you, before pulling away and raising his head to look into your blown wide pupils and enlarged eyes.

"If you aren't comfortable with this, baby, just say the word and I'll take you to some place more private. This is all about you, and for you. We can wait." Jason promises you, swears. You go to open your mouth to question him, but pause as a third hand lightly wraps itself around your waist and almost beckons you forward. Kirk sends you a slightly nervous, but still beaming look as you gaze up at him from your position in between your boyfriend's legs and embrace.

"Did he talk to you yet?" Kirk asks you, his eyes trailing down your middle and finding purchase on the hands currently resting and caressing you in your pants. You let out a sound of disbelief and snap your head to the right, your boyfriend beginning to look sheepish as you glower at him. "You had this planned?" You question him, embarrassment filling and overwhelming you as Kirk takes the drink from out of your hand and places it off to the side. Jason starts to look regretful, bending down to place a calming kiss on your pursed lips as you tense in his hold and go to lift your back off of his front.

"It isn't what you think, I promise. You told me that you had a crush on Kirk when you were younger and all growing up together, and him and I had drinks and smoked on the road a few days ago. Came out while we were hammered, and he admitted to used to liking you too, and we just bullshitted around it for a while until this idea came to mind," Jason explains, his hands coming out from inside of your denim and up to lightly rub at your sides as he attempts to comfort you. "We spoke about maybe bringing someone else into the bedroom with us at some point down the line a few times before, and I thought that you wouldn't feel any more comfortable than with someone who knows you as well as I do. In some ways, at least."

Kirk nods and offers you a gentle smile of agreeance, the sight of his crooked and endearing smile making it hard for you to hold on to any further embarrassment or hesitation. "It's true. We spoke about this for hours and we planned on making this a private thing, but the rest of the guys ended up bringing the roadies and their girls backstage with them, and it all just kind of went to shit. I only came over here to offer the private room to you guys in case you and Jason still wanted to have a good night together, before we have to get back on the road for the next venue and concert," you watch as he playfully raises a key and waves it in your line of vision, before placing it on the table beside you and taking a step back, his hand falling from your side. "The last thing we wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable, or make you feel like we were teasing you and fucking around with your feelings. I've wanted you for a while, but if this isn't what you want and your feelings are only for Jason, I completely understand."

You take in a deep breath and listen intently as Kirk trails off in a despondent tone, your hands coming up to rest on top of Jason's as he places a kiss on the top of your spine. "Jason will always be more than enough for me, but I have thought about you joining us a few times." You admit, bashful, a smile growing on your lips as you watch your best friend straighten up and lick his own. Jason's hands shift from underneath yours for your attention, his thumbs encircling around your own to caress them gently as he murmurs your name against the shell of your ear.

Blue eyes meet yours from over your shoulder, and your boyfriend nods in the direction of your best friend before sending you a sideways grin. "I'd take up the offer if I was you, baby. Five more minutes alone, and our lead guitarist is going to have a broad hanging off of each one of his arms." You giggle as Kirk's cheeks suddenly ablaze, the rare shyness while being around the two of you both brand new and sparking your interest, the warmth in your groin reigniting as you watch your best friend's eyes dance down your figure, starving-like and slow, before turning almost shy again.

You glance back at Jason one last time for confirmation, before nodding and stretching an arm out to grasp onto the key. You raise it in their line of vision and wave it around like Kirk had done earlier, a large smile making its way on your face and anticipation building itself in your core as they both let out matching sounds of amusement and expectancy.

"Take me to the private room then, boys."

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"How am I supposed to make my way into all of this again, exactly?" Kirk asks you both, a tinge of nerves in his tone and his eyes erratically glancing in between the two of you. The on-and-off confidence your best friend showed earlier begins to slowly deplete as you all make your way down to the room, the party somehow still as loud as it was when you were all inside, now twenty feet away and with one of the two doors shut. Jason wraps an arm around his shoulders and brings him in close as he did with you earlier, you smiling gently and clasping onto one of Kirk's hands, as James and Cliff whistle and shout from the other end of the hallway.

"You filthy fucks!" "Get it on!" As it turns out, you three, especially you and Jason, weren't as subliminal and discreet as you all thought you had been. Kirk grins despite his nervousness and directs a hand behind his back to give two of his other best friends the middle finger. The loud bouts of drunken laughter that follow after the gesture makes you all smile and partially relax, their rowdiness comforting and familiar grounding before such a new beginning and experience.

"In the past year and a half I've been with you guys, I've never once seen you this strung up and nervous before a lay. What gives?" Jason responds and asks, a playful hint in his voice to hide his full-on curiosity. Kirk raises an arm to wrap it around Jason's waist and squeezes your hand before answering, glancing at you only momentarily. "I'm not nervous because I'm getting laid, I'm nervous because it's you. Well, the both of you, actually." You and Jason share a silent look, and both hold back smiles as you each catch onto the hidden words and meaning.

"It isn't going to be weird because we're your friends or because we're dating. You aren't going to make a mess of things, and we can stop at any point in case it all becomes a bit too much. Our friendship and all of our comfortability comes before any of this." You reassure him, peering over at the door they stop in front of, Jason leaning against the frame and looking completely relaxed as you take it in. Your boyfriend sends you both an untamed grin, before clicking his tongue and nodding toward the private sign dangling haphazardly on a nail in the chipped door.

"Might end up with splinters in our asses, if the bed and framing are as messed up as the finish of this wood," he jokes, before sending Kirk a hearty and heavy look. "I invited you because I trust you, we both do. There's no one else I feel as certain to do this with, especially with my girl involved, man. There's always been space for you in our friendship and relationship, what makes it so different now that we're including you in our sex life too?" You blush at the vulgarity of his words, a complete contrast and opposition to how you were with him only a few minutes prior.

"What happens if feelings get involved? What if someone ends up wanting more?" Kirk asks, his confidence coming back after all the reassurance, now fully able to steadily look you and Jason both in the eye. Jason's cobalt eyes flash over to you, self-assured and secure, before shrugging and flipping the sign over to read occupied.

"For you, there's always room for more," he states easily, bending down to place a thankful kiss to your lips as you hand the key over to him. As your boyfriend unlocks the door for all three of you and pushes it open, you and Kirk share small, shy smiles. Whatever happens next, you were sure you were all looking forward to it.

You take in a deep breath as you follow the both of them in, Jason staying back to hold the door open for you. Butterflies erupt in the cage of your midsection as the door shuts behind you with a resounding click and the lights flicker on, a bright, yellow-tinged luminescence. You all glance at each other, before instinctively moving forward, Jason enveloping himself straight against your back and Kirk somehow already knowing how to mold himself to the front of you. And as your best friends lips make contact with your yours for the very first time and you boyfriend makes his way down the base of your spine with his mouth and teasing teeth, only four words come to mind.

To making more room.

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You let out a soft pitter of laughter as Kirk trails his lips down your sternum, the light fabric of your t-shirt now untied and pillowed near your feet on the carpet. You feel his lips turn upward against your shivering skin as his mouth continues to tickle you, your boyfriend's mouth already at the base of your spine and mouthing at the back of your jeans.

"Why don't you tell Kirk what your favorite fantasy with all of us together is?" Jason suggests mercilessly, his domineering tone out of character but still pleasantly welcomed. Your best friend looks up at you with wide brown eyes, his red and bitten lips now only a few centimeters away from one of your perked and swollen nipples. You let out a moan as your boyfriend wraps his arms around you from behind to unbutton your jeans and lightly tug them down. "Go ahead, sweetheart."

You lick your lips and cry out a gasp as Kirk tongues his way around your areola, the same time as Jason's rough thumb makes contact with your clit through your soaking wet underwear. Kirk's mouth makes an audible slurping sound as he hollows his lips to suck at the mound of your breast, his free hand coming up to grasp and fondle the other, his thumb and index fingers tantalizingly rubbing your other nipple to intense sensitivity. You let out a pleasured hiss as Jason lightly pinches your clit in retaliation to not answering his question. I'm waiting.

"I picture Kirk on top of me, mounting me, while you're fucking my mouth and using me." You shakily whisper out, your face completely red and your lips gaping open in pleasure as your underwear are pushed to the side and a thick finger is ran through your folds.

"Sounds good, doesn't it?" Jason asks Kirk, a pleasured jolt shocking through you as your best friend disconnects from you to watch as your boyfriend brings you pleasure, his hand reaching down to cup his own dick in the confines of his tight jeans.

You watch as Kirk unzips his zipper and hurriedly removes himself from his briefs, letting out a sigh of relief as his cockhead slaps against his lower stomach and twitches with painful arousal. "So fucking good." Your mouth waters as he reaches down to twist his palm against his shaft and makes a fist, the pleasured arch of a wrinkle making its way in between his eyebrows as he pants is almost beautiful.

Jason makes his way to your front and helps you carefully remove your underwear and jeans down the rest of your legs and from around your ankles, before kneeling in front of you and leaning forward to lap at your swollen clit without any warning. The sound that expels and forces itself out of your throat is close to a wail, and you have to fist handfuls of his hair as your legs threaten to let you fall and give out from beneath you. You force yourself to keep your eyes open as Kirk pants and lets out moans of his own, the copious amount of precum leaking from his tip being more than enough for his tightening fist to use as lube.

Tears spring to your eyes as two thick fingers delicately make their way inside of your already clenching entrance, curling up and hitting your spongelike spot with finesse as soon as they reach hilt and his last knuckle. Jason sits back on the balls of his feet and watches as you fall apart from his fingers alone, the sound of his wet wrist making harsh contact with the inside of your tremoring thighs loud enough to make anyone within twenty feet blush and turn away.

Jason turns his head to glance at Kirk, before simply saying, "Stop." You watch in awe as Kirk's hand goes slack and falls limp on his thigh, his dick weeping another bead of precum as your boyfriend gives him an appraising look. "Good boy. Wouldn't want you to cum before you fuck our girl, isn't that right?" You pant out harshly in the nearly quiet room, the only sounds being your punched out moans and your boyfriend's wrist flicking upwards to fuck his lengthy fingers in and out of you.

You hastily reach down for Jason's arm and partially squat as your first orgasm barrels its way through you, your fists tightening and tugging on your boyfriend's hair as you do so, causing him to moan out loud from the pain and speed up his ministrations until you gasp out his name and plead for him to stop.

"Jason, please." You whimper and cry out, your boyfriend grasping onto your waist with his free hand just in time to catch you before you fall, your upper legs going numb and unable to stop seizing as you narrowly land in his lap. Jason coos and balances the combination of both of your weights, before standing up and bringing you with him. Kirk shakily rises and makes way for the both of you, readjusting you into a comfortable position as Jason lies you down on the uneven, makeshift bed.

Kirk's eyes stare down at you ravenously, his undivided attention only shifting off of you once two glistening fingers are placed in his line of sight. You watch as your boyfriend raises an eyebrow and glances down at his own digits, before imitating an opening mouth multiple times. "I bet you were wondering how she tastes," after Kirk's almost dazed and answering nod, Jason places his nearly dripping with arousal index and middle finger's right against the swell of his bottom lip. "Why don't you have a little taste then, hm?"

Your breath hitches as Kirk's eyes flicker over to Jason's and his lips part widely in submission, his tongue peeking out from in between his kiss chapped lips for an easier glide into his awaiting mouth. Jason smiles at him gently, pleased, before sliding his fingers into his warm opening, raising an eyebrow as your best friends lips enclose around them and almost suck them in.

Your clit pulses back to life as you watch Kirk's cock bead and dribble, his prerelease almost landing on your thigh and mixing in with your own. Jason removes his fingers from his mouth once they're licked clean, before bending down to a squat and taking your head in between his hands. "You think you can take another round?" Your boyfriend asks you, his gentle smile turning into a wolfish grin as he watches you glare up at him indignantly. "I'll take that as a yes."

You watch, enraptured, as your boyfriend undresses himself. It's like the first time each time, with the sound of his belt clanking together before silently hitting the carpeted floor. The muscles contract and tense in his visible forearms as he bends over to shove his jeans down his thick legs, his shirt causing his hair to mess and frizz as he lifts it up and over his head, his thick and long, accommodating length welcoming you with a bob as he kicks his briefs off from around his ankles.

You glance over at Kirk and blush as he lets go of his shirt and allows it to join in on the piles of discarded clothes already on the floor, his lean and soft ridged muscles encapsulating his body type in the most perfect way. A thick and yet cleanly trimmed happy trail makes its way down to his beautiful looking cock, already leaking and weeping precum everywhere and just begging to be inside of you. Kirk licks his lips repetitively, as if your musky and natural essence coated his mouth entirely during the taste test your boyfriend allowed him to have. Dark, spirally curls fan out around his sweaty face and cling to the sides of his cheekbones, his jeans now removed and legs tense as if he's fighting back the urge to jump you and take you in any way he's allowed.

Your legs spread open on their own accord as you feel a gush of arousal pearl and slowly make its way down your swollen and glistening pussy lips. A small and tired smile finds purchase on your face as you hear them both groan out in unison, and you shift to position yourself as you would in your favorite fantasy once you feel you have enough upper body strength: your body resting in the middle of the bed with your head being the only limb hanging off of it, your hands resting on either side of your head with open palms up, and your legs spread wide open and welcoming.

Jason lets out a winded curse as he makes his way over to where your head hangs off, placing a warm and gentle hand on the middle of the back of your head and bending down to guide you into a wet and promising kiss. Your tongues tangle together despite the contradicting position, your lips making audible smacks and thick trails of spit landing on your forehead as he gently moves away. Jason looks down at you in loving disbelief, as you already looked fucked out from his fingers and kisses alone. "You ready, Hammett?"

Kirk has to physically shake his head as if he's in a trance or a stupor, and you have to bite back a giggle as you watch your boyfriend look over at him exasperatedly. Kirk lets out a laugh of disbelief of his own as he stares down and marvels at you, his feet moving on their own accord as he finds himself kneeling on the edge of the bed and taking you in as you display yourself for them. You reach out and interlace your fingers with his own, your smile seemingly deemed delicate and comforting enough to have Kirk nodding his head and glancing up at your boyfriend with finality.

"Ready."

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The first slide of your boyfriend's dick in your mouth is coincided and partially interrupted with Kirk's first full thrust inside of you, causing you to jolt upwards and nearly deepthroat the entirety of your boyfriend's length, while unprepared. You scramble for purchase on your boyfriend's thighs as you slide yourself back into place and only take him halfway, your tongue lolling out to massage the thick vein pulsating itself alongside your overly salivating tongue.

Kirk lets out a moan of an apology and he squeezes his eyes shut, the warm and tight heat of your walls being almost too much for him to handle at once, while your boyfriend carefully pushes the hair out of your face, whispering praises down to you as he carefully begins to fuck his way in and out of your mouth.

Tears cling to your lashes as Jason and Kirk somehow manage to find a matching thrust rhythm, each moan of yours being muffled by the length slowly making its way in and out of your throat and adding even more pleasure for your boyfriend. Kirk's thrusts hit right above your spot every time, each stroke of his hips almost bringing you even closer to your second orgasm, his added weight pressing onto your stomach in the most delicious way as he mounts you and fucks deep into you. You try to lift your hips to help Kirk rub his cockhead lower and against your g-spot, but your legs are too weak to even raise or wrap around his waist. Jason notices your slight struggle and laughs quietly to himself, before sending you a reassuring look.

You shout as your boyfriend leans forward to gently beckon Kirk to lift his upper half off of you, only to reach down and roughly rub at your clit with three fingers. Your best friend mutters out a curse, his eyes blown wide and his hands scrambling to keep you in place as your boyfriend directs him to situate himself in a lower position to help you cum faster. "She's so fucking pretty, isn't she?" Jason asks him as your tongue stretches out to massage his raising and tightening ballsack, his face only inches away from Kirk's and grinning as you swallow around him and rest your nose against his trimmed pubes and pubic bone.

Spit trails down your forehead and temples in thick globs as you shallowly breathe out around him, the slightly lack of oxygen only adding on to the insurmountable amount of pleasure you were currently feeling, eyes nearly crossing and rolling back in your head as Kirk follows your boyfriend's instructions and almost immediately hits your cervix and g-spot dead on.

"The prettiest," Kirk moans out, his tone lowering to a grunt as he bottoms his way out in you and thrusts in small pulses, his cockhead now easily nudging against your spots and your pussy walls eagerly sucking him in. "So fucking tight around me, I don't think I'm going to last long." Jason's lips spread wide as he moans once you suck against his shaft harshly, forcing himself not to fuck your throat as roughly as he'd like to with you already feeling sexually overwhelmed.

"Making us feel so good, pretty." Jason praises, letting out an echoing and ricocheted breathy moan as you raise one of your hands to fondle at his balls and the other to wrap around the base of his dick. Kirk stares at Jason as he feels his balls tighten and his cock begin to spurt out a large amount of precum as your walls begin to spasm around him, your second and last orgasm making you clench around Kirk so tightly, he wasn't able to continue thrusting.

Jason continuously rubs at your clit as he watches your bottom half flail and try to get away from his touch, before looking into Kirk's eyes to tell him exactly what he needed to hear. "You can let go."

Kirk's eyes widen as he's granted permission to cum, and the tight coil in his stomach seems to snap at your boyfriend's words. His hips roughly thrust and fuck their way into you with reckless abandon, his seed adding even more warmth into your already sweating and overexerted body. Jason carefully makes his way from on top of you once your hands begin to shake and your jaw begins to slack with exhaustion, his own hand creating a fist to fuck into as he slides his dick from out of your mouth.

Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow down at you as you lift a shaky hand and wrap it around his ministrative wrist, before gently tugging it away. "Finish in me." You barely whisper, the grated tone of your voice making his cock twitch and drop a teardrop worth of cum in between your own. You both blink at each other, before falling into deep laughter as the droplet runs down and condenses itself into the spit already drying and matting itself in your hair.

"If you're sure." Jason only moves once you nod in agreeance, taking the long way around so he doesn't have you shift your already sore and tensing neck. You look over and beckon Kirk to sit down next to you as your boyfriend carefully lifts up your hips and places a pillow underneath your backside. Your best friend sits right next to your head and begins to gently run his fingers through the mess of your hair, letting out a huff of amusement as his fingers get caught and tangled up in the first try.

"Maybe next time." You tiredly draw, sending Kirk a small smile as you watch him beam down at you and try to move your hair out of the way instead. Jason watches you two softly, before reaching down to delicately graze your clit, a barely audible coo coming from out of his lips at you lightly wince at the slight oversensitivity.

"I know, baby, I know." Jason slowly eases his way into you, relief filling him as he realizes that his plan of distracting you with stimulation would ease the discomfort of him entering you had worked. Your lips part with surprised pleasure as Jason slowly thrusts his cock in and out of you, the stretch only pleasant and your body fully welcoming his slightly girthier length as he carefully uses you for his own release. Kirk watches as your body greedily sucks him back in with every thrust and movement of your boyfriend's hips, as if even though you were exhausted and spent, your body still craved his release and wanted to be fully bred.

You carefully lift a still tremoring leg and wrap it around Jason's waist, pressing the hell of your foot into the dimpled skin of his lower back. "You know what I want you to do, don't you?" You murmur, swallowing drily as your throat protests every vowel and movement. Jason mindfully propels himself forward and rests his hands on either side of your head, his eyes searching in yours as he feels his abs start to constrict and his groin begin to burn.

"You want me to breed you nice and full, have me watch as my seed runs down your legs afterwards. Want me to feed it to you." You moan in unison with Jason as his cockhead continuously makes contact with your spongelike spot, shock running through you as you feel another seemingly impossible orgasm build inside of you.

"That's right, sweetheart. You're so fucking smart. So good and open for me, still nice and tight after all we did to you." Kirk's cock begins to fill once again as he filters your praise as his own, his hands gripping onto his thighs as he watches you both moan into each other's mouths and cum together at once.

Kirk watches as you both impossibly and easily fall into each other like puzzle pieces, and he falsely smiles to himself before lifting himself off of the bed and reaching down to grab ahold of his underwear. Jason raises his head from yours and raises an eyebrow as he makes eye contact with his band member from in between his legs. Kirk bites back a huff of amusement as he sees the shock on his best friend's face at his flexibility, before freezing at the words that come out of his mouth next.

"And where exactly do you think you're going?" You tilt your head to the side and frown as you see your best friend pause in the middle of reaching for his pants.

"Come back to bed, we've got like three more hours until we're kicked out of here and you guys are back out on the road." You lightly instruct, your heart beginning to feel heavy as you catch sight of the insecure expression on Kirk's face. You lightly tap on Jason's shoulders to flip you two over once he carefully removes himself from inside of you, and you go to sit up on his chest to gain some height, smiling down at him gratefully as his hands encircle themselves around your waist to steady you and keep you upright.

"I don't think you guys have enough space for me in there, or anywhere else." Jason goes to open his mouth to rebut, before stopping as you place a firm hand on his chest, your other reaching out for Kirk to grab onto. Once he hesitantly walks on over, you entangle your fingers with his and delicately tug him back into bed, and into yours and Jason's welcoming arms.

"For you, there's always room for more."

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grazillaa · 2 months

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Jason newsted headcannons please and thank you<3

so i separated sfw and nsfw for y’all bc it wasn’t exactly specified ✨

sfw

• he treats his girlfriend/wife like a queen always

• like he obsessed over making sure he does everything perfect for you, and he’s super thoughtful

• acts of service and gift giving are his love languages most often

• it depends on the era, younger jase would be probably shyer, but more fun/goofy

• older jason would be more loving and romantic <3

nsfw

• like i said, younger jason is kinda shy i think, and not always serious, i think this goes during sex as well

• he’s a thigh guy, cowgirl is his fav position bc he gets such a good grip on your thighs

• he gets hard if you play w his hair while he’s giving you head

• when he does get older, he loves to pamper you and he’s super romantic, especially after he comes home after being away for a long time, he’ll make sure to do something extra special for you <3

#i was tryna do simpler hcs bc i feel like i just rant usually 😭#grazilla’s thoughts #ask #headcannons #jason newsted #jason newsted x reader #jason newsted smut #metallica x reader #metallica

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iheartjameshetfield · 5 months

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𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!!! 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 <𝟑

*₊˚✧ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ✧˚₊*

★ 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝

★ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

★ 𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐤

*₊˚✧ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 ✧˚₊*

★ 𝐡𝐢𝐢, 𝐢’𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐢! 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜. 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢’𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐢’𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐠𝐲𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢’𝐦 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬! 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢’𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 <𝟑𝟑 ★

*₊˚✧ 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ✧˚₊*

★ 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 (𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲)

★ 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧

�� 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐭

★ 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡

★ 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝

★ 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞

★ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐦𝐞𝐧

★ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫

★ 𝐝𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧

★ 𝐚𝐱𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞

★ 𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧

★ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐢

★ 𝐣𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐨𝐯𝐢

★ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!!!

*₊˚✧ 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 ✧˚₊*

★ 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.. ★

𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒!!

#metallica #james hetfield #james hetfield metallica #james hetfield smut #metallica smut #jason newsted smut #jason newsted #kirk hammett #kirk hammett smut #cliff burton #dave mustaine #dave mustaine megadeth #megadeth #dave mustaine smut #duff mckagan #duff mckagan smut #steve vai #guns n roses

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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stevenssticks · 9 months

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giving jason newsted his first blowjob. what a fucking dream.

MIRO. *dies*

oh my god. i’ve had this in my drafts for so long but school is back for me and i’ve been soooo behind i’m so sorry my dear🙏 anyway this really is a fucking dream ohhh my god. he’s my baby boy look at him.

having him all spread out in bed for you, looking down at you all nervous and red faced while you stroke him over his boxers. a little wet patch from his precum forming at his tip. he’d be so desperate for it, begging “please.. more? need you closer.” and then you’re making him lift his hips so you can slide his underwear off.

you take him in your hand, praising him, telling him how fucking pretty his cock is, feeling the weight, stoking it. starting out by leaving little kisses all over the tip and up the underside. he would have a hand over his eyes which you would reach up for and demand he remove it. wanting to see his pretty face as you make him feel good for the first time. he’s blushed all the way down his chest at this point and oh it’s so cute, so precious and you have got to make this as good for him as you can possibly get.

you lick up the side and swirl your tongue over the head before taking it in your mouth, sucking lightly and then tracing shapes. jason’s legs lift up and spread out a little more. you decide in that moment to swallow him down to the hilt, in which his legs kick up and out for a second before closing around your head. he whines, high pitched and breathy. “oh-! oh fffuck… i can’t-“

you encompass his thighs with your arms, keeping them wrapped around him and massaging the tense muscles there, coaxing him into relaxing and just helping him really feel it instead of being so wound up. jason’s hips start circling and thrusting up into your mouth a little, you move your hands under his hips and squeeze there. urging him to keep thrusting up into your mouth. both of jason’s hands reach down into your hair, not pulling, just gently scratching and holding your head as he shallowly thrusts up into your mouth. you meet him halfway, taking him down to the base over and over again until jason is drooling, mouth open letting out obscene whines and groans.

“oh fuck… i can’t. i can’t. i’m so- i’m gonna cum! feels so good. mouth is so warm.. please? can i cum?” And oh that’s it for you. you blink up at him, giving him your best doe eyes and sucking harder, before jason yelps and shoves your head down, making you take him all the way into your throat. you swallow around him, drinking him up until his hips finally flop back down into the bed, breathing hard and heavy as he comes down. you pull off him, licking your lips so that not a drop of him is wasted.

“good?” you ask. jason can’t even answer. he just mumbles and huffs. throwing an arm over his eyes.

#asks and replies #metallica #jason newsted #jason newsted x reader #jason newsted smut #metallica smut #p’s thots(^ ^*)

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allmoshnobrain · 16 days

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𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 01 of ? | masterpost

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Clearly, he was a decent guy, but it got you wondering why he ended up there, all by himself in a town he didn't know squat about. Was he on the run from something? What brought him here in the first place? You were itching to find out. Beyond mere curiosity, a peculiar fascination started to take root.

✦ warnings and tags: jason newsted x reader, age gap (23/38), no use of y/n, slow burn, grumpy/sunshine dynamics maybe?, drinking, reader has a backstory and it's kinda tragic, a bit of angst

The end of winter came with the soft, cheerful chirping of the birds returning from migration, the air crisp as the morning sun rose. Warm light seeped through the white curtains, being caught by the small crystal prism hanging from the window. The room felt like a dream as you opened your eyes, sunlight and small rainbows casting warm glows in the walls, the wardrobe, the bed, your legs.

It was such a beautiful sight to wake up to, and you couldn’t help but linger in bed just a bit longer, curling up under the covers. The morning air hinted at a warm day ahead, but the tip of your nose felt cold, and you wished you could sleep for just a few more minutes.

In theory, you could. It was a Saturday, and weekends were meant for resting, but after working hard all week, you couldn’t bear the thought of wasting your precious free time snoozing — especially with such a gorgeous day practically calling your name, begging you to get out there and soak it all in.

You could totally head down to Main Street, hit up the only bookshop in town, and grab some groceries on the way back. Then, you'd probably ring up your best friend Sophie, and the two of you would end up spending the whole afternoon in her room, chatting about everything and nothing, with you venting about having to see your ex, Ethan, at your night gig and how he just couldn't stop staring at you all night long.

Life was calm that way. Predictable, even. It’s not like you could expect more than that, living in a small town such as yours, where nothing much ever really happened, and nothing ever seemed to change. But, even as you stirred awake, you could feel in your chest a restlessness that you tried to ignore.

The longing for more than this.

Life hadn't been an easy journey for you the past couple of years. When you were younger, the idea of living in the small town where you grew up felt like a cozy certainty you'd had since you were a kid. Being an only child, you were close to your parents. The thought of leaving them behind to start a new life elsewhere just didn't sit right with you. But then, everything changed about a week after your 21st birthday, when you and your parents got into a car crash. While you managed to walk away with just a few scars, they didn't make it.

And just like that, you were on your own. All those dreams you had, all those plans for the future, just seemed to lose their meaning overnight. You didn’t have any close kin, but managed to get back on your feet thanks to your family’s friends. That's the thing about small towns, right? People looked out for each other. But, as much as you adored the place, being there was also too painful. You knew you needed more than this, living in a house that used to be bursting with love and laughter but now was only home to you and your solitude.

You let out a sigh, blinking as you gazed at the sun's reflection on the roof. Wallowing in the past wasn't gonna do you any good; if you wanted to make the most of the day, you'd better haul yourself out of bed soon. With a grunt, you sat up, yawning and stretching your arms. A quick peek at the clock told you it was still early — eight in the morning.

A sudden racket down on the street made you furrow your brow, piquing your curiosity. You hopped out of bed, drawing back the curtains, and let out a little gasp when you spotted the moving truck parked at the neighboring house. That place had been up for sale forever, until one day it wasn't. Nobody in the neighborhood had a clue who'd snagged it, so you just figured it must have been someone from out of town. But you sure didn't expect them to move in this fast, whoever they were. You watched as a bunch of guys hopped out of the truck and started hauling boxes and furniture, an idea starting to brew in your head.

You had no clue who your new neighbors were, but you were itching to find out. The thought of meeting some fresh faces was downright thrilling, a break from the same old routine day in and day out. With a spring in your step, you headed to the bathroom, suddenly excited and humming a tune as you brainstormed the best way to make an introduction. Baking up a batch of brownies seemed like a solid plan; you were a whiz in the kitchen, and they were a breeze to whip up. Plus, it'd be the perfect excuse to get to know the new folks in the neighborhood.

You got right to it after your shower; you loved cooking, so those brownies were whipped up in a flash. The kitchen was soon filled with the heavenly aroma of chocolate baking, and you seized the chance to brew some fresh coffee too. Once everything was ready, you arranged the brownies all nice and cute in a porcelain tray and decided to throw in some coffee in a thermal bottle for good measure.

The neighbor's door was wide open, with furniture and boxes scattered everywhere in the living room and on the porch. You didn't wanna barge in uninvited, so you rang the bell instead. After a few minutes of waiting, your new neighbor finally showed up. He seemed older than you, with short, curly brown hair and sharp blue eyes that sized you up quickly. You couldn't help but wonder if he had a wife or maybe some little ones you'd end up meeting.

"Hey," he greeted, with a kind of shy smile playing on his lips. "Need a hand?"

"Hi," you replied, feeling a bit bashful all of a sudden. You adjusted the tray of brownies and the coffee bottle in your hands, and he quickly stepped in, taking the tray from you. "You're the new guy, right? I'm your next-door neighbor, brought over some welcome brownies for you and the family."

He chuckled softly. "Thanks. But no family here, just me."

"Oh, my bad. I kinda assumed..." You trailed off, your curiosity getting the better of you, which earned you a soft laugh from him.

"Yeah, long story. I'm Jason, by the way. Pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise, Jason," you grinned, then gave him your name. "I'd offer a handshake, but... yeah." You trailed off, feeling a bit embarrassed as you glanced at the tray Jason was holding. He chuckled.

"It's all good. And hey, thanks for these," he said, gesturing to the tray of brownies. Then, he hesitated for a second before asking, "Wanna... join me for breakfast? The place is a bit of a disaster right now, but we could chill on the porch if you're up for it."

"Oh, sure!" you agreed with a grin. Meeting new folks was a rarity in your usual routine, so this was kind of a thrill. Plus, Jason seemed like a solid guy, and you were genuinely curious about his story and why he'd end up in your sleepy little town all on his own.

You and Jason kicked back on the porch steps; he managed to find a couple of mugs amidst the mess of moving boxes while you poured the fresh coffee, the scent lingering in the air as the sun beamed down, casting dancing shadows through the leaves of the tree out front.

Jason was quiet, almost like he was feeling a bit shy himself, which got you thinking about how to break the ice. Your curiosity sparked up again as you noticed some pretty pro-looking gear on the moving truck: amps and what seemed like a guitar case.

"You play guitar?" you asked, shooting him a curious look. He smiled, holding up a hand to signal for a moment as he finished chowing down on his brownie.

"Bass, actually," he replied, his eyes lighting up a bit. "Was in a band, but I bounced. Figured I'd focus on some other stuff for a while."

"Ah, gotcha. So, did Oak Ridge call your name for some musical inspiration?" you quipped, and he chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that. I’m from Battle Creek," he replied, and you nodded. You'd never actually been to the city, but you knew it was somewhere in Michigan, about an hour's drive from your neck of the woods. "Been out in California for a few years now. Figured it might be nice to come back home, but I didn't want to go back to my old stomping grounds, so... after some searching, I wound up here. It's a pretty little town," he said, his voice softening, and you couldn't help but smile. "Thought maybe it'd give me a little peace of mind."

"Yeah, it's pretty damn peaceful around here, that's for sure. Can get a bit too quiet sometimes, but hey, can't complain," you remarked, and he let out a chuckle. "If you ever need a hand with anything, I'm just a stone's throw away."

"Thanks," he grinned. "So, you're a local then?"

"Born and raised," you replied, your tone tinged with a touch more melancholy than you intended.

“Don’t you like it here?” he asked, his voice gentle. You shook your head, offering a small smile.

"It's not that. It's just... My folks passed away not too long ago, so... It's kinda tough being here without 'em," you admitted softly, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks as you noticed the sympathy in Jason's eyes. "Sorry, didn't mean to dump all that on you."

"You're not. I'm really sorry for your loss," he murmured, reaching out to take your hand in his. His touch was warm, his rough palm against your softer skin offering an unexpected source of comfort. You blushed, casting your gaze downward.

"Thanks," you whispered, and he cleared his throat lightly before releasing your hand. You almost missed the sensation of his touch, a lingering warmth ghosting over your skin as you lifted your gaze to meet his. "I should probably let you get back to your stuff... Need a hand with anything?"

"Don't sweat it, I've got some guys on the job," he grinned. "Plus, you shouldn't spend your weekend playing servant for an old man like me. You've already treated me to some free breakfast, after all."

"Yeah, you're welcome," you chuckled softly, and he joined in with a laugh of his own. As you stood up, he followed suit. "Catch you later, Mr...?"

"Newsted," he replied, "But you can just call me Jason."

"Got it. See you around, Jason," you grinned.

"See you."

The rest of your day unfolded just as you'd mapped it out; a stroll down Main Street, a pit stop at Mrs. Smith's shop for a cup of coffee, and a quick swing by the bookshop before snagging some essentials at the grocery store. Yet, amidst the routine, your mind kept circling back to Jason. You figured a simple introduction would have satisfied your curiosity, but there was an undeniable pull to learn more about him, to unravel the sadness that lingered in his voice when he’d touched on his past.

It was a weird sensation, especially when you caught yourself replaying the way he'd gently held your hand, offering a comfort that hit you deeper than you expected. Clearly, he was a decent guy, but it got you wondering why he ended up there, all by himself in a town he didn't know squat about. Was he on the run from something? What brought him here in the first place? You were itching to find out.

Beyond mere curiosity, a peculiar fascination started to take root.

Your friend Sophie didn't miss the fact that you were zoning out. As you both sprawled out on her bedroom rug, surrounded by a heap of empty beer bottles in her tiny trash can and MTV music videos blaring from her shelf-mounted TV, your thoughts kept drifting back to Jason. The slight buzz from the booze made it even tougher to concentrate on anything else.

"You're not lost in Ethan-land again, are you?" Sophie quipped, and you tore your gaze away from the ceiling fan to meet her eyes. A grin tugged at your lips as you took in the single blue streak in her short, dark hair — a rebellious touch of authenticity her folks had begrudgingly allowed while she was still living under their roof. "Don't tell me he's been lurking around your workplace again. I swear, if he is, I'll kick his fucking ass."

“It’s not that, but thanks anyway," you grinned. Sophie arched an eyebrow.

"Well, you're definitely lost in thought about something. I can tell by that look of yours."

"Did you hear? I got new neighbors moving in today," you mentioned. "Well, not neighbors, just one guy apparently."

"So, is this the mystery that's been occupying your brain?" Sophie teased, and you let out a grunt. "Is he hot?" she prodded, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

You rolled your eyes, a smile playing on your lips, but the thought lingered in your mind nonetheless. Sure, you'd noticed Jason's looks, but what really grabbed your attention was his demeanor — he seemed so easygoing, yet here he was, uprooting his life to move to a tiny town all by himself. And he had this... way about him. Comforting, you'd call it. Maybe it was all in your head, but you couldn't shake the feeling that he carried a weight of sadness and solitude, much like you did. You wondered if he harbored the same itch for something different — for something new that even you couldn't quite put your finger on.

As for his looks... Well, you couldn't deny he was easy on the eyes, with his gorgeous hair and those piercing blue eyes. His smile felt infectious and genuine, and you couldn’t forget about those hands of his — warm, big, and sturdy, like they could tackle anything.

"He's decent," you muttered, though truth be told, thinking about him for this long had left a bit of a buzz coursing through your body. It hit you then: you wanted to dig deeper, to unravel more about him. It was a weird sensation, really. In a small town like this, meeting new faces wasn't exactly an everyday occurrence. Most folks you knew had been around forever.

Encountering someone entirely fresh was a rarity — and you could tell you were already getting sucked into the whirlwind of it.

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It was early evening when the moving crew finally wrapped up. They had unloaded all of Jason’s stuff from the trucks, sorted it out by rooms, and even put together some of the more complicated furniture. Moving had always been a stress-fest, but this time it had been something else. Jason had never realized he had so much junk piled up until now.

He snagged the coffee bottle you'd left out earlier, pouring himself a bit of the drink and grumbling when he realized it was stone cold. Figures — it had been brewed for breakfast, hours before. It dawned on him that he hadn't eaten a thing all day, and suddenly his crankiness made a whole lot more sense. Sure, he could try warming the coffee up, but the thought of any extra effort felt like it would drain the last ounce of patience he had left. With a sigh, he gulped down the cold coffee, the memory of you lingering with the faint bitter aftertaste.

You were a curious little thing, unexpected but a welcome surprise in his morning routine. Jason found himself thinking about you more than he’d expected, a girl with kindness in her heart yet a sadness mirroring his own in her eyes. Getting to know you, even just a little, made him feel selfish. What could he possibly understand about your sorrow, someone who had endured so much loss? He remembered being your age, brimming with life, hopes, and dreams. Losing both parents at such a young age — he couldn’t imagine how hard it must have been. Even if he was trying to escape his own troubles, they paled in comparison to yours.

Yeah, maybe he had been on the run for a while. Ever since he'd reached his breaking point and found the courage to say enough's enough, to walk away from Metallica after years of disrespect and heartache. But why did it feel like he'd lost it all, when he was the one who made the call to bail? Jason couldn’t deny that the sadness he’d been feeling, along with the relentless questions, accusations, and those damn interview requests were pushing him to the brink of insanity.

He decided he’d reached his breaking point, had his fill of it all. He wanted to disappear somewhere folks hadn't even heard of James fucking Hetfield and Lars fucking Ulrich, where nobody would hassle him for ditching Metallica, wouldn't grill him about every move he wanted to make. So he looked for somewhere where he could just quit — maybe buy some land, tend to some critters, and jam out in peace. Oak Ridge seemed as good a spot as any, and before he knew it, he found himself snagging a house in the small town, at least until he figured out his next move. With more cash than he knew what to do with, being out of the spotlight for a bit wasn't gonna do him any harm. If anything, he figured it might just do the opposite.

Jason's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the jingle of keys at his front door. He frowned, setting his mug in the sink and tiptoeing to the room. His eyebrow shot up when he heard a soft curse, instantly recognizing the voice as yours. With a few brisk steps, he swung the door open, finding you on the other side. You let out a yelp, cheeks flushed, and he realized with an amused smile you were obviously a bit drunk. Sure, he'd been more than tipsy at your age, but you didn't strike him as the type to get so plastered you'd mistake your neighbor's house for your own.

"Oh, Mr. Newsted! I-I'm really sorry," you stammered, your face now definitely turning beet red. Jason couldn't help but bite his lower lip, trying to hold back his laughter. You were clearly embarrassed — it was funny, but also endearing.

“You’re here for dinner?” he joked, and you blinked, looking surprised. He chuckled softly. "Just kidding. Are you okay?"

"I'm... I'm fine," you mumbled. "I'm really, really sorry. I forgot my porch light was off, and I'm so used to it being on that when I saw your porch lit up, I... I mean, it's always been off until today, so..."

"It's alright. You want some water?" he offered. Despite knowing you'd sober up soon enough, he couldn't help but be concerned. Hopefully all you'd have to deal with the next day was a hangover and some embarrassment.

"I'm okay," you insisted, still a bit flushed. "But thanks. I should probably head home now."

"Make sure you eat something, drink some water, and maybe take a cold shower before hitting the hay, okay?" he advised. "It might ease the hangover tomorrow."

"Thanks," she giggled, and he couldn't help but smile back. "Goodnight, Mr. Newst... Jason."

"Night," he chuckled softly. He watched you as you made your way to your house, opening the door. He let out a small, relieved sigh when he saw you step inside, flicking on the lights and locking the door behind you. It was good to know you were safe.

And just like that, Jason felt his bad mood melt away. Sure, he was still tired, and he didn't think he could ever shake off the grumpiness on an empty stomach, but having you around was definitely a pleasant surprise.

Maybe moving to this little town was gonna turn out to be a pretty nice experience after all.

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Hiii

Can you do the bassists too (safe words)

Absolutely! Here are Jason and Cliff with using safe words, I was going to add Rob but I literally couldn't think of anything, nothing against him as a bassist or person in general I've just never been into him I guess so I apologise for that lol. Other than that I hope you enjoy who I did write for :3

If you'd like to see any other band/musicians you'd like to see with this prompt let me know and I might write for it :3

Link to part 1

Warnings: Smut, angst, use of a safe word, rough sex, car sex, high sex, mentions of weed, if you think you won't be comfortable reading that that's fine protect yourself before reading content, if there's something you think I missed please let me know :3

You came home after a long day at work, your body was sore and all you wanted to do was curl up on the couch with your boyfriend, Cliff.

As soon as you got through the front door you were hit with a very distinct smell. Having gone through this countless times before you made your way into the living room and found Cliff on the couch watching cartoons and giggling like a little kid. His eyes were red and he had a joint in his hand.

Cliff didn’t even seem to notice you had gotten home until you were standing directly in front of him. “Oh, hey.” He said, voice cheery as he smiled up at you. You crossed your arms in front of your chest. “You want to watch with me?” You didn’t want to watch with him when he was like this, not today, but you did want to just sit with him. You let out a heavy sigh and curled up next to him on the couch, trying to ignore the stench of weed.

As the cartoons progressed you relaxed a bit. You got used to the smell and were able to tune it out in a way. Cliff was shifting uncomfortably beside you and it was getting harder to ignore. “Is something wrong?” You asked, looking up at him. Cliff shook his head. You weren’t convinced so you kept an eye on him but continued watching the movie.

“Can I see your hand?” He asked, already reaching for your hand. You didn’t understand what he was planning but figured nothing was wrong with him just holding your hand, whether he was high or not he always enjoyed toying with your fingers. You turned your attention back to the movie, though watching a bit of what he was doing. Cliff took your hand, kissed your knuckles a few times before bringing your hand down to his crotch, palming himself through his jeans with your hand.

You pulled your hand away, even going as far as to scooch further down the couch. “What the hell, Cliff?”

Cliff just chuckled, giving a small shrug. “What? C’mon, been sitting here alone all day, ‘m bored.” He mumbled, reaching for your hand again. You sighed but let him continue. You unzipped his pants and tugged them down a bit along with his boxers, just enough to have his cock spring out. He was already fully hard, the tip was bright red and leaking so you started stroking him.

This was not how you wanted to spend your time at home, the situation as is was enough to make you cry. Your eyes were tearing up as you jerked him off but you managed to keep your emotions under control, thinking you could make him cum and he’d crash. This was not the case as his hand made its way to your head, tangling in your hair and trying to push your head down to meet his member. You stopped and got off the couch. “Cliff, I don’t want to do that.” You stated, your voice wavering.

“C’mon, ‘m almost done anyway.” He reached for you again but you pulled away. “C’mon, please?” He stood up, now towering over you as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing all over your face. His hand slid down your arm before reaching your own and brought it back to his dick.

“No, Cliff, stop! I-I don’t want to.” You protested, just barely holding back your tears. Cliff just kept going, your pleas just seemed to turn him on more and it didn’t take long before he came, white spurts getting all over your clothes and the floor.

“Hah, fuck, see? Wasn’t that-” He pulled away and finally saw your tear streaked cheeks. “What’s the matter?” He asked, bringing the hand that was just around his dick to your face. You took a step back and shook your head, wiping your tears.

“I said pumpkin, why didn’t you listen?” You asked through soft sobs. Cliff stood there dumbfounded, he hadn’t even registered you were speaking, let alone that you had said your safe word.

“I didn’t hear you.” He muttered, quickly trying to get himself situated so he could comfort you. You stormed off into the bedroom, locking the door behind you.

Cliff sighed and fell back onto the couch, falling asleep almost instantly.

A few hours later Cliff woke up again and noticed the bedroom door was still closed. He managed to sleep off his high and went over to check on you but the door was still locked, he tried knocking but there was no answer. He knew he messed up and wanted to do something to make you happy, so he got his keys and a jacket and went out to retrieve some of your favourite snacks.

Cliff returned with a bag of goodies and excitedly went to the bedroom and knocked. “Y/n? I, um, I got you some snacks.” He called through the door. When there was no response he knocked again. “Hello? Oh, are you sleeping? Fuck, sorry.” He backed away but quickly turned back. “You aren’t sleeping, you can’t be sleeping, I’m not sleeping with you.” He whispered to himself and knocked again. “Y/n, love, can you open up for me, please?” He huffed when there was yet again no reply. He just started knocking on the door, not aggressively just light tapping, enough to annoy the living shit out of you.

Cliff just kept on knocking and calling out your name, he didn’t notice you coming out of the bathroom and walking up behind him. “Y/n, please! I’m so sorry, please, just talk to me!” He called. You started digging through the bag he got for you which he finally noticed and glanced down and had to do a double take to make sure he was seeing things right. “Oh, y/n!”

“How long were you knocking?” You asked, pulling out your favourite drink from the bag.

“Doesn’t matter, I got you some snacks.” Cliff smiled as he held out the bag to you. “I wanted to apologise for today, I’m so sorry that I didn’t listen to you when you wanted to stop.” You nodded along and wrapped your arms around him, pushing your face into his chest.

“I just had a really bad day and wanted cuddles.” You mumbled, voice starting to shake again. Cliff wrapped his arms around you as well, kissing the top of your head.

“We can cuddle now if you want.” You looked up at him with a smile and nodded. The two of you got into bed, holding each other close as you snacked and talked about your days, mostly you venting to him about work. He was happy to listen and make your day just a little bit better.

Jason was never the possessive type. He had his moments, for sure, but he always trusted you and there was never a time where he ever told you not to hang out with certain people or something.

You went to visit him at the studio and decided to bring him and the other guys lunch. When you got there Jason was in the recording booth, getting his bass lines down. Of course, everyone was very happy to see you, or rather the food that came with you. Jason wanted to finish up his parts before coming out for lunch so you found a stool in the corner and sat down to wait for him.

While he was in there one of the tech guys came over to you and started talking to you. Nothing much, just a bit of small talk. You didn’t see anything wrong with it but when Jason got out of the booth he was pissed. He came right over to you and stood between you and the guy, not waiting a second before smashing his lips against your. “Didn’t know you were coming down here, doll.” He muttered against your lips.

“Yeah, well, I thought it would be nice to bring you and the guys food.” You said with a smile, you could tell something was wrong but you weren’t quite sure what it was. Jason nodded and pulled you into his arms, picking you up and carrying you out of the recording room. James and Lars protested, saying he wasn’t done. They stopped when Kirk reminded them that he had actually finished his parts.

“Jase, where are we going?” You asked, giggling at his behaviour.

“Home.” He replied bluntly. “Need to remind you who the fuck you belong to.” You couldn’t deny that you were a little interested to see this side of Jason. This new dominating, possessive angle of the man you love.

Jason got you in the passenger seat of his car before going over to the driver's side. He didn’t even make it out of the parking lot before he started pulling at your pants, tugging them down your thighs. “Jason, come on, just wait till we get home.” You were still smiling and your tone was still cheery while he started to play with you.

He slapped your thigh. “Shut up, you were horny enough to go after the fucking bellboy or whatever he was.” You looked at him with a hurt expression as he tugged on your panties so hard they broke.

“Jason! These were expensive.” You whined, he didn’t care and just slid a finger over your slick folds. He kept his eyes on the road, glaring at all the passing cars and buildings while sinking a finger in you.

It started out fine, you were enjoying this version of him and the way he was making you feel. “Fuck, Jason, feels so good.” You hummed and rolled your hips against his hand, looking for more of his touch. He pulled his finger out and slapped your thigh again, this time much harsher.

“Shut the fuck up, who said you could fucking talk?” You bit your lip, staring at him a little worried. He stuck two fingers back into you but didn’t wait for you to adjust before he started pumping them in and out of you. There was a small pain but you thought you could handle it. Then he stuck another in, again he didn’t wait.

You were getting closer to home but not nearly fast enough and Jason already had four fingers stretching you out in such a painful manner. You were whining and crying for him to let up, you knew if you absolutely needed to you could use your safe word but you didn’t want to. You had been enjoying where this was going and thought he would let up soon, as soon as you got home. He didn’t.

He pulled the car into a parking lot and turned it off. “Get in the back.” He ordered and got out of the car. He stood there for a moment while you sat in the car, unsure of what to do. Jason came over to your side of the car and opened your door. “I told you to get in the back.” You started crawling between the seats to get to the back but he pulled you back. “Not that way you fucking child, c’mere.” He tugged on your arm to get you out of the car.

“What? No! I’m not going out with my fucking pants down, what if someone sees?” Your voice was a whisper as you expressed your concerns.

“There’s no one fucking here, come on.” He pulled you out of the car and got you into the backseat in a rather aggressive manner. Jason didn’t hesitate and put his fingers right back inside you. The stretch was unpleasant, the way his fingers moved didn’t feel half as good as they usually did. He took it a step further and got his whole fist in you, that’s when you had enough.

“Jason.” You squeaked. “Jason stop, it hurts.”

“Stop being a bitch and just take it, you were all over that bastard back at the studio, just wanna throw yourself at anyone, huh?” His tone and accusation along with the stretch was just all too much and tears started streaming down your cheeks as you cried.

“Please, Jason, I-I’m sorry! I didn’t-didn’t mean to I just-”

“Didn’t mean to? Fuck you mean you ‘didn’t mean to’? Didn’t mean to fuck other guys on your way over?” You shook your head, squirming underneath Jason.

“Please, Jason.” You whined.

“Please, what? Please let me fuck around? Please let me take whatever cock I want?”

“Pump-pumpkin, please, pumpkin!” You cried out. Jason stopped, pulling his hand out of you.

“Baby, what did you say?” His voice was the complete opposite as to what it just was, no longer harsh and accusatory but soft and sweet just as you were used to. “Did you say pumpkin?” He brought his hand up to your face, caressing your cheek lovingly.

“‘M sorry, I just-just couldn’t take it anymore.” You said through sobs. Jason shook his head and carefully pulled you into his lap. “No, no, don’t apologise, you didn’t do anything wrong, I’m so sorry I made you have to say that.” He held you close to his chest, kissing your forehead and cheeks. “I’m sorry I was so rough, you didn’t do anything to deserve that.”

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