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aplaceforyourhearttorest · 1 year ago
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Metallica Masterlist
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⭒ James Hetfield ⭒ Requests (open)
Playtime (16+) ˚ (suggestive, bondage contemplation, ambiguous ending)
Play Me (18+) ˚ (phone sex, partial long-distance relationship, ambiguous ending)
Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with jason, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)
Summon Me (18+) It Will Come Back (18+) ˚ (demon!james, dorm sex, oral sex while standing/carrying receiver, fingering, minor blood play, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, ambiguous/happy ending)
Deprivation (18+) ˚ (breath play, hotel sex, happy ending)
Sunny Side Up (18+) ˚ (morning sex, kitchen sex, creampie, happy ending)
Missus Eat Pavement (18+) Mister Meet Gravel (18+) ˚ (rockstar!james, smalltown!reader, oral sex, ambiguous ending)
Desert Hills Motel (18+) ˚ (traveling!james, smalltown!reader, hotel sex, happy ending)
Add One More ˚ (domestic fluff, partial angst, happy ending)
Leap Of Faith (18+) ˚ (angst, backstage sex, rough sex, happy ending)
After Afterparty (18+) ˚ (fluff, hotel sex, shower sex, long-distance relationship, happy ending)
Hell's Angel (18+) ˚ (hellsangels!au, angst, violence, sex on top of a desk, drug use, happy ending)
Backseat Paradise (18+) ˚ (car sex, light angst, fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)
Counterproductive Tendencies (multi-chapter, 18+) ˚ part one, part two, part three, part four (fluff, smut, angst, drug use, alcoholism, semi-public sex, oral sex) ⭒ ongoing series
Needy Little Fucking Thing (18+) ˚ (softdom!james, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)
(Un)Still Shots (18+) ˚ (semi-public sex, sexually explicit photography, breath play, fingering, dry humping, happy ending)
A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, oral sex, semi-public sex, fingering, bondage, phone sex, mutual masturbation, creampie, happy ending)
Backstage Birthday Pass (18+) ˚ (birthday surprise, fluff, smut, oral sex, fingering, dressing room sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)
⭒ Kirk Hammett
A Nightmare On Elm Street ˚ (fluff, slightly suggestive, happy ending)
Scream (18+) ˚ (couch sex, rough sex, horror movie elements, happy ending)
Unwind Me (18+) ˚ (fluff, backstage sex, happy ending)
Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with jason, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)
A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, oral sex, mutual masturbation, public sex, cumshot, bondage, sex tape, roleplay, voyeurism, happy ending)
Pages Deep (18+) ˚ (fluff, smut, mutual masturbation, fingering, partial edging, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)
Blood Is Pretty (18+) Don't Ya (18+) ˚ (blood fixation, blood sharing, guided masturbation, thigh riding, oral sex, sixty-nine, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)
⭒ Jason Newsted
Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with james, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)
Extended Cut (18+) ˚ (submissive!jason, studio sex, oral sex, ambiguous ending)
Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with kirk, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)
A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, begging, bondage, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, sixty-nine, creampie, roleplaying, semi-public sex, voyeurism, vibrators, happy ending)
⭒ Lars Ulrich
Ride The Lightning (18+) ˚ (angst, rough sex, sex against drum set, happy ending)
Baseline (18+) ˚ (partial angst, fluff, oral sex, public sex in shower room, rough sex, creampie, happy ending)
⭒ Cliff Burton
You Make Loving Fun ˚ (domestic fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)
Follow My Lead ˚ (fluff, surprise birthday party, happy ending)
⭒ Dave Mustaine
A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, bondage, oral sex, sixty-nine, edging, hickeys, unprotected sex, creampie, masturbation, overstimulation, bdsm, voyeurism, vibrators, happy ending)
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nausicaamusiclover20 · 2 months ago
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Hi :]
Could u do rough passionate sex with Jason :] I feel like even though he’s on top, he’d still be very whiny… maybe more vocal than you…
I hope you like it!❤🔥
Warnings: Explicit Content, Graphic Sexual Content,Strong Language,Dominance Themes, Mature Themes
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Moans in the Dark
The air between us crackled with tension, so thick that I could barely breathe. Jason’s eyes were locked on mine, dark and full of hunger, and I knew in that moment that there was no turning back. His body was so close to mine that I could feel the heat radiating from him. Every step he took toward me made my heart race faster, anticipation curling in my stomach.
Without a word, he closed the distance, his lips crashing into mine with a desperate urgency. His kiss was deep and hungry, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. His hands were everywhere, pulling me closer, feeling the softness of my skin, the heat of my body under his touch. I moaned softly against his mouth, my hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer.
“You’re mine tonight,” he whispered between kisses, his voice rough, filled with a hunger that sent a shiver through me. “And I’m not letting you go.”
His words made my heart race even faster, the need in his voice igniting something deep inside me. I wanted him—needed him—more than anything. My body was already on fire, aching for him.
Jason’s hands moved quickly, tugging at my clothes, pulling my shirt off with an urgency that made me gasp. He kissed down my neck, his lips hot against my skin, moving lower, lower, until he was kissing the curve of my breast. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning louder, my back arching slightly as he lavished attention on me.
His lips ghosted over my stomach, and I gasped when he suddenly dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “I’ll make you scream for me.”
I couldn’t speak. My body was already trembling with need, every inch of me desperate for him. I parted my legs wider, silently begging him to continue. He didn’t hesitate. His mouth found me, hot and hungry, the tip of his tongue flicking against my skin before he licked me with slow, teasing strokes.
A breathless moan escaped my lips, but Jason’s groan was louder, rougher, vibrating through me. “God, you taste fucking incredible,” he muttered against me, his tongue licking deeper, his hands gripping my hips as he held me in place.
Every flick of his tongue made my body shudder, and I couldn’t stop myself from responding. My hands tangled in his hair, pushing him closer, urging him on. “Please, Jason,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “More... I need more.”
He growled in response, and I could hear his breath quicken as he pushed deeper, the sound of his moans filling the room. His sounds were so loud, so raw, that they pushed me to the edge. Every time his tongue flicked against me, I was lost in the sensation.
“You want me?” he asked, his voice hoarse, louder than my own breathless moans. “Then show me. Beg for it.”
“Please, Jason,” I gasped, my legs trembling with the pressure building inside me. “I need you. Now.”
Jason pulled back for a moment, looking up at me with dark, possessive eyes. “You’re fucking perfect,” he growled, his voice filled with admiration and lust. He stood, his hands gripping my thighs as he moved between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance.
I could barely breathe. His cock was hard and thick, and I could already feel the intensity of him, just by the way he looked at me. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer to him. Without another word, he thrust into me in one powerful motion, filling me completely.
The sensation of him inside me made me gasp, the stretch of him nearly overwhelming. But before I could adjust, Jason’s pace picked up. He thrust into me hard, and I couldn’t stop the loud moan that ripped from my throat. But Jason’s moan was louder, filled with a raw hunger that sent shockwaves through me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jason groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust harder, deeper, pushing me toward the edge. “I could do this all fucking night.”
His moans, louder and more desperate than mine, filled the room. It was like music to my ears, the sound of him losing control, the sound of him so close to the edge. His breaths were ragged, his chest rising and falling with every powerful thrust.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect for me,” he growled, his voice hoarse with need. His pace was relentless, and I couldn’t help but meet him thrust for thrust, desperate for more.
His moans grew louder with every thrust, every movement, as though he couldn’t contain his pleasure any longer. His hands moved to my chest, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, making me gasp in surprise and pleasure. He leaned down to kiss me, his lips bruising against mine as he thrust deeper, harder, pushing me further into the bed.
“Come for me,” he breathed against my ear, his voice low and commanding. “I want to hear you scream my name.”
The pressure inside me was unbearable now, and with a breathless cry, I came apart. My body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, and I screamed his name, louder than I ever thought I could.
But Jason’s moan was louder still, a primal growl that vibrated through my body as he came with me. His thrusts became frantic, harder, until he buried himself deep inside me, the release so intense it left him breathless.
We stayed like that, tangled together, for a long moment, both of us gasping for breath, our bodies still trembling with the aftershocks.
Jason’s voice was soft now, his lips brushing against my ear as he pulled me closer, his body still against mine. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction. “And I’m never letting you go.”
I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face as I snuggled closer to him, feeling the heat of his body next to mine. In that moment, I knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Neither of us was.
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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 2 months ago
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Okay so it's Christmas and 80s!Jason and fem!reader are roommates and both of them are too broke to go back home for the holidays so they just spend them together and the Christmas spirit brings them closer (fluff,smut)
❤️💚❤️💚❤️
Warnings: smut, fingering (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
He looks so cute in this picture I can’t 🥹
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You’d been working overtime to save up to go home to your parents for Christmas but it wasn’t enough and you were stuck at home in your stupid apartment for Christmas.
You were exhausted after another long day, shoulders slumping and barely able to keep your eyes open as you fumbled with the key in the lock.
You opened the door to find your roommate, Jason, using the couch as a stepping stool to hang lights from the ceiling. He moved it across the room to do so and stumbled when he heard the door open so you got to watch him flail about trying to regain his balance on the once plush cushions.
You walked in and dropped your bag, looking around curiously at all his work. Boxes covered the floor, old beaten up boxes carrying decorations that had seen better days. In the corner was a scrawny little tree, it was full but it was literally half your size.
“What..?” You didn’t even need to finish your sentence. Jason came down from the couch and walked over to you.
“I know you were trying to get home to your family this Christmas and you couldn’t, right?” You nodded at his recap, still looking over his work. “Well, I couldn’t make it either, so I brought Christmas to you!” He said happily, smiling brightly.
You nodded in understanding, picked up your bag, and brought it with you to your room. Jason watched you go, smile fading. He couldn’t blame you for still being upset, this wasn’t exactly Christmas with your family, he got the cheapest tree he could find and stole decorations from storage in the basement, ones he figured no one would care if they suddenly went missing.
Jason went and finished up hanging lights around the ceiling and went to get you to decorate the tree. He knocked on your door before pushing it open and peeking in.
You were sitting on your bed, looking through some old pictures of you with your family, but you looked up when Jason came in.
“You wanna decorate the tree?” He asked hesitantly, turning and stretching his neck to try and get a look at your pictures.
“You got ornaments?” You asked, raising a brow.
“Kind of, guy down the hall was throwing out some broken ones.”
“So, you got us lights don’t light up and ornaments that could cut us.”
Jason chewed his cheek. He went to sit on the edge of your bed next to you, leaning on his arm behind you. He looked over your shoulder at the pictures of your family in your hands.
“We could put those on the tree.” He suggested, taking one from you. A picture of you with your mom and the dog you got for your fourth Christmas.
You thought about the idea before sending him to get his own family photos.
The apartment was warm, the lights that worked sparkled about the room, the ornaments glinted on the tree, framing your carefully placed pictures on the branches.
Jason came to sit beside you from the kitchen, two cups of hot chocolate in his hands. He set them down on the beat up coffee table you found in an alley a few weeks ago. “Feeling the Christmas spirit?”
You stared at the mugs for a moment before shaking your head. “No, I want to be with my family.”
Jason’s eyes flicked between you and the mugs. “I can be your family.” He offered, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you to his side. You rolled your eyes at him. “I’m serious, I’m warm and cuddly, I cook for you, once the band thing works out I’ll be just raking it in.” That got a chuckle out of you.
“Once it works out.” You repeated, looking to the tree in the corner. Close to the top were two pictures, one of you with your family the other of Jason when he was younger, wide smile on his face while he held up a bass, behind him was a Lenny Kilmister poster.
“It’s gonna work out, I’m telling you.” You smiled and looked back up at him, his eyes, his lips… without thinking you closed the gap, pressing your lips to his.
Jason was quick to return the gesture, rubbing your arm. His free hand went to your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze before moving up. “Maybe you just need to relax.” He mumbled against you, moving down your neck.
He undid your belt and fly of your jeans, letting you melt into the cushions of the couch while he rubbed you through your panties.
You wriggled out of your jeans, getting your panties down with them, soft and pink with lace fringe and a little bow. Jason rubbed your clit and slow circles, listening to your heavy breathing in his ear as he nipped at your neck.
A soft gasp left you when he pushed a finger in, curling it just right. He went slow, taking in every noise, every twitch, seeing what you liked and finding a good speed before adding another.
You could already feel yourself getting close, back arching and thighs trembling, body heating up. “Jason,” you started, tugging on his hair to get his attention, as if you weren’t all he was focused on, “tell me- tell me what you want to do.” You mumbled between moans.
“What I want to do?” He repeated, pulling away from your neck to look you in the eye. He kissed your lips. “I just want to make you happy, I want to make you cum and scream and I want you to forget about your family and just be happy with me.” You bit your lip, a whine leaving you. “Can you cum for me, sweetheart?” He asked, kissing you again.
It was perfect timing, your eyes rolled back, your hand fell from his hair. His arms tightened around you and he littered kisses all over your face while you came down from your high.
Jason pulled you onto his lap, getting your jeans on your ankles. “So, I was thinking movies? Get some Christmas pj’s?” You stared at him trying not to laugh at the immediate change.
“Seriously?”
“What? I got hot chocolate, the TV functions, I think.”
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artemisrogers · 5 months ago
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80's James - no daddy shit or BDSM type stuff but you'd probably have plenty of hickeys and cuddles cause he's a shy dorky guy pretty gentle and more affirmation than physical love language. Honestly would use something like cinnamon for his safe word.
Black album james definitely rough and dominant. Loves to remind you that you're his bitch. Does do after care but it be more of like showers or gentle foreplay. Safe word is blackened. Since he'd have that goddamn alpha wolf energy he'd definitely be the type who has a panty vibrator you'd always wear to remind you he's boss. Physical love language affirmation went out the damn window
Load/reload - Daddy energy big time. I feel like there's a heavy kink for strength as he's kinda cocky and arrogant during this. Depending on his mood he can be a soft Dom or the type that makes you not walk for a couple of days. Safeword Harley Davidson. Uses both physical and affirmation love language and loves quality time. After care is a must like he'll make you feel like you're royalty. Might wanna watch out for how he responds if he's not sober or not that can affect the mood for the time.
Woodstock era - honestly definitely a gentle man this period. Still cocky but not as bad, kinda has control over how he is around you. He loves to take care of you in whatever way he can. Does have his moments of using you like a sexdoll but not as often. More physical and quality time than affirmation. Aftercare is very gentle. safeword is misfits
Early 2000s before st Anger - He's very clingy and protective of you. Has a big jealousy phase that you can't talk to another man without getting a firm squeeze from him. Size kink is there but not as potent. Aftercare is gone cause he feels it would spoil you. Physical love language is heavy here. Does have a thing for public sex and having people watch you get claimed by him. Safeword is whiskey
St anger - this is kinda a sad era for me as I know he's battling addiction. Affirmation is Present as he doesn't really want to be around you a lot. He would rather you take care of him and help him with his withdrawal mood swings. His mommy kink would show with you here. If you catch him on a good day he's definitely going to be the type to make you orgasm to the point of exhaustion. Aftercare is not present. Safeword is anger
Hardwired era - ok right off the bat I see him have a goddamn breeding kink. I mean like he can see y'all with a family type of breeding and just want to get you pregnant. Aftercare is back as he's very gentle. Loves to give you praises and body worship. Daddy kink? Quality time physical and acts of service love languages are present. Safe word is hardwired.
Current era - dudes a daddy issue type with a soft caring side. Is very gentle with you and sometimes gets rough. Safeword is inamorata. Quality time and affirmation are heavy love languages. loves to give you little gifts to show he cares about you. Loves cuddling kissing and justing being with you. Will eat you out like a starved man and loves a good blowjob.
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boundbyeclipse · 2 months ago
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metallica and their main kinks
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hair pulling (g and r). lars is a freak who loves to have you at his mercy, pulling on your hair when he pounds you from the back on the leather sofa. he loves the way he can control you when you give him head too, your hair in between his fingers as he tugs on it quite strongly. but he also loves it when you ride him and have his hair in your fist, pulling and digging your nails into his scalp.
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oral (giving). we all know that this man just loves to eat a girl out. loves tasting you, teasing you and smirks against your folds if you cry out his name. looks up through his eyelashes from time to time to watch your face, his eyes dark and lustful. he also really enjoys edging you just to hear you beg for permission to cum. will be done on his own terms, not when you tell him to.
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choking (giving). with those large hands of his covered in tattoos, he knows the power he has over you. can jokingly wrap a hand around your neck, but he loves it and it drives him insane how you get so vulnerable so quickly. absolutely loses his mind if you’re under him, head thrown over the edge of the bed, with his fingers wrapped around your neck to choke you.
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fingering. he knows what he’s doing, let me just say this. rob knows how good it feels for you when he uses his thick fingers to please you, curling them up and hitting the spot every single time. once he’s done with you, he will suck on his fingers and taste your juices that are dripping down his hand. as a bonus, for more pleasure, rob will use his palm to press on your clit.
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manhandling. aware of his strength, jason uses it to his advantage. don’t worry, because even if you’re chubby, he’ll make sure to throw you on the bed and use his muscles to pin you down so you quit squirming. quite aggressive, but to an extent. won’t hurt you, unless you enjoy pain.
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hickeys (g and r). your neck, chest, thighs, whatever it is - he will kiss and suck on to mark what’s his (a hint of possessiveness). loves the way your skin gets covered in goosebumps once his teeth come in contact with your skin. but he also enjoys receiving love bites from you. so it’s like an indicator that the both of you belong to each other only.
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sourbites · 4 months ago
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do u write for jason? if so could you do a story where reader is a roadie on the damaged justice tour and she and jason get super close and eventually they both go to a party together and hook up ??? thank u :)
Whiskey and Coke
thanks for the request anon! this went a little off the rails (i got too excited by their dynamic, whoops), but i hope i did your vision justice! i hope you enjoy :)
The party wasn't as fun as promised.
Maybe that's because you're one of the few people here who aren't doped up on stuff. Honestly, even the beer is kind of awful. An after-party in the San Francisco area comes with a little prestige these days, but so far, it's been a drag. You weave through crowds of people, trying to get to the bathroom. You catch snippets of people's inebriated conversations. Some of the sentences you catch are quite amusing. You recognise a few half-lidded faces, too, some of your fellow crew members. Looks like you'll have to do most of the heavy lifting tomorrow, considering these princesses would rather spend tomorrow morning hurling up their three, four, or five shots of whiskey.
"Here to keep me company?" Jason dimples at the sight of you, his blue eyes catching on the warm lamplights throughout the main floor.
"Here to get away from you, actually," You joke, stepping towards him. Some band is in the corner attempting to play good music, and God, do you wish someone would turn their amps down. You lean closer into his bubble of space, trying to hear him better. Being around heavy metal concerts all the time hasn't been easy on your hearing. You know Jason's probably having a worse time of it than you, considering he's actually up there onstage.
"Told'ya you couldn't handle partying with the big kids, didn't I?" He riffs off of you, grinning. Jason's really good at bantering, and you know he likes it. He doesn't get many opportunities to do it with the other guys.
His body heat rolls onto you, also carrying over his scent. Clean, a little boozy and earthy. "So," You scooted closer, shuffling, dipping your voice into the warmth between the both of you. "What're you doing wandering around? Your prom date ditched you again?"
He laughs. Or chuckles, low and genuine. You catch a peek at his teeth, splitting his lips on a smile. "Just trying to find a drink."
You roll your eyes, amused. "They didn't set out any wine for his grace?"
"Doesn't seem like it," He frowns, his brows knitting together. God, he looks like a kicked puppy.
"How evil." You shake your head, sighing heavily with disappointment. Your breath ghosted down his clavicle, standing the hair on his neck up from the sensation.
Transfixed, Jason turns his shoulders sideways, leaning closer to you, arms brushing ever so slightly. Just giving you a taste. A mouth-watering taste. "I know." He agrees, wetting his lips. He watches you. Adjusts his pockets. "How'd you feel about cheering me up?"
Your hiding place is a loveseat in one of the powder rooms. Extravagant, yes. You wanted to go to the balcony, but the lingering thought of alcohol and heights not mixing well steered you otherwise.
Jason's knuckles brush your palm as he passes you the bottle of whiskey-coke you're sharing. The syrupy foam fizzes down your throat like butterflies in your stomach. Eat me, drink me, love me, it seems to say. Or maybe that's what you want to hear. The ceiling lights are warm and dimmed low, caressing the highlights of his nose and cheekbones. The bustle of the party seems to disappear behind the impenetrable, locked-from-the-inside door.
With the exchange of your drink, Jason leans closer into you. He tries to be subtle about it, hiding under the excuse that he doesn't feel like stretching every three seconds. But the way the drink sloshes in the glass tells you he uses a little more momentum than he needed.
"Y'know," He begins, propping up an ankle to rest on his knee. He turns to face you. You mirror his actions, falling into the plush cushion. "I'm really glad you decided to tag along tonight. It'd be an awful night without you."
Your heart stutters in your chest. Suddenly, looking into his pretty blue eyes all sincerely, is too overwhelming. You drum your fingertips on the cool glass neck of the bottle. "Is that why we're hiding in the ladies' powder room right now?"
He chuckles, interlacing his fingers that rest on his lap. His head tips back just a little. The warmth of the light catches on his brown hair, scattering through the strands like copper. "Exactly, honey. You're the only person worth being 'round right now."
You gulp, nervous. You mask it as thirst and take a sip of coke. Because you're nice, you give Jason the bottle. One hand curls around it. He places his mouth where yours was. His throat bobs as he gulps it down indulgently, his eyes forward, lashes fluttering. Fucking hell. He's got that cherub-sweetness like he can do no wrong, and yet, he indulges in every morsel of bought-in-bulk coke like it's not the ultra-processed, caffeinated caramel syrup he's savouring.
You could sit like this for hours. You just might.
Trying not to be weird, you try to think pure thoughts. "So why don't you just go to your hotel? Call it a night, you know?" You suggest.
Jason licks his lips. They shine in the light. Practically underlined. Looking so sweet, so delicious, peachy pink...
"Don't feel like it. I actually kind of like it here with you. It's really serene, don't you think?" He gives you a smile. Pushes the base of the bottle into your palm.
"Guess it's not about where you are, but the company you're with." You speak into the rim, barely sipping it. Just holding it makes you want to drink.
"Yeah." He agrees, speaking so softly that it unwinds that iron ball of anxiety within your guts. Spurred on by your silence, Jason talks again: "But seriously. I'm really glad you're here. You're a cool roadie."
You set the bottle down on the cold tile. You sit back up laughing. "Weirdo... Trust you to get all mushy at some random's party." You weave your words through giggles that bubble up your throat.
"Ow, watch it!" Jason places one hand over his heart. The other holds onto your knee. The heat from his palm sinks into you, tingling up your thigh. You hope your shudder was subtle. You suppose not, based on the way he tightens his (still gentle) hold on you.
Chasing the feeling that doesn't leave you feeling quite human, you lean into him. When your chest expands with an inhale, you brush against the side of his arm. He doesn't want barriers either it seems, because he moves that arm to drape over the edge of the loveseat, opening the metaphorical floodgates for you to pour into him.
"Cheer up, you big baby," You murmur, too aware of the suddenly tender atmosphere that you have no intention of shattering.
Jason gives you another gentle grin, reaching up to swipe your hair away from your face. No more hiding. You keen your cheek into his warm, sinking into his flesh. In the strangest way, Jason is familiar enough that you confuse him with the security that comes with being home. He is the threshold you cross where your shoulders finally relax and you lay on the warm frame of his chest.
Your fingertips are like an ocean against him, the shore. Constantly reaching and running away. You find purchase into his shirt and stare up at him, fascinated. You're stuck treading a thin line between wanting more and knowing that this should be more than enough. The question that seems to echo through your skull is, Should this feel so nice?
His fingertips brush against the edge of your jawline. "Can I kiss you?" His breath ghosts across your face, sweetening the air around you into something so hot you physically feel yourself melt.
With a brave inhale, you tip your weight forward. Both Jason's hands hook around the small of your back; your hands slide up, rounding out around his shoulders. It feels a little clumsy with the alcohol, a little intimate with nothing but the sounds of soft, hitching breaths in anticipation. The first thing you notice is that he's tense. And so warm that it feels as if he envelops you.
Mouths meet. In a slow, deliberate connection, all balmy and soft. Jason pours out a sigh, holding you by the hips, your breath shortening and closer to getting a taste of what heaven is painted of. It is between his lips, tucked under his tongue, and it glows and reaches down within you, tugging out all that bad and leaving you weightless, breathless, speechless. But not loveless. Your bones feel warm. Eyes closed to see that haze of colour behind your mind, your eyelashes flutter dreamily against the swells of your cheeks. Jason is just as hungry. Your hearts pound the same song. Beating that old hymn: I want, I want, I want. He breathes it into your lungs. A want that is sweet. It goes down your throat in a fiery burn.
Quite easily, Jason's lips slip down to kiss your chin. You giggle.
More than once, you'd imagined this. How Jason would cup your sides so cautiously as if he fears you'll spill out of the gaps of his hands. You've always wanted to unfold him from his seams; read the roadmaps of his skin. The idea is always the same: he'd scoop you into his chest and kiss you where it hurts — until it hurts. That part is very important in the scenario.
His kisses pool in your collar. His soft, wavy hair ghosts across your skin. "Is this okay?"
All the strength you had is turned into a weak, pleading nod. "More than okay." You confirm with enough clarity to surprise even yourself. He hums a bluesy purr, your personal siren song. That feeling— of bewitchment, fascination, so much want that you struggle to choke it all down, it soaks into you, beginning to take root.
You're rucked into his lap, your legs folded on themselves, kneeling around him. Something within you gives.
Jason's hair is in your hands, cupping the sides of his face, where you kiss him. On his cheek. Nose, lips, chin, throat. Jaw. Lips again. You don't know for how many nights you will be allowed to feel him like this. Maybe this is the only time. Anything could happen. You know that. The air around you is so intense that he quivers. Cock twitches in his jeans.
He makes a really hot noise: a rumbling, low groan of satisfaction. Still trying to be gentlemanly, he keeps his hands on your waist, though his fingertips itch to venture lower. Something within you squirms. You want more, more, more, always more, always hungry — starving for him. Jason excites you with his whole being. There's something wild beneath him that he's reluctant to peel away for you to gorge on.
You figure he'd stop you if he didn't enjoy this. And maybe that whiskey had more of an effect on you than you had originally suspected. Eager hands fumble beneath his shirt. Spurred on by you, Jason twists his fingers into the hem of your shirt. He glances up towards you, reading your expression.
Despite all the heat climbing in the locked room (and the fact that you can barely think through the smog of overflowing need in your brain), goosebumps prickle down your spine once you're shirtless. You kiss him again, grazing your teeth over his lower lip. Your hunger is entirely for him. Worn palms smooth up your spine, dutifully tracing along the methodical dips in your vertebrae. Jason rests a hand at the base of your neck, his fingers breaching into your hair from the back. With an open mouth, he glides his breath and the flat of his tongue over the swell of your tits still in your bra. You suck in a breath.
"Is this okay?" Jason immediately asks, again, caressing you as if you're something fragile. Something to be worshipped. You squirm against him, cagey, wanting the gritted sugar-sweetness of teeth and lips and tongue against you again.
"Jason," You begin, shifting restlessly, sat rigidly on the muscled curve of his thigh, "I appreciate it's the respectful thing to do — to keep asking — but come on." You urge, wanting to drag him down into the hazy smog with you. "Do whatever you want to me. I want it."
He wets his lips, no thoughts behind those swoon-worthy eyes. Then he grins. Pollutes any semblance of critical thinking left between you.
Clothes are palmed off. Gathered down or to the side. Pried from bodies as if it's suffocating.
Jason's hands guide your thighs closer, his jeans undone. The cold metal of his fly bites into you. You grasp at the carved-out shape of his bare shoulders, then tip your head back to take in a good breath. He slowly peels your panties away and off to the side, sticky with your ever-flowing arousal. A soft sigh escapes you. Jason leans to your neck. He presses his lips to your throat — wet and tingly with insistence. Those kisses snowball into something greater, climbing up to your jaw, glistening white teeth trapping your earlobe between his teeth. You tremble, pelvis pressing into his. Rough denim licks at the insides of your thighs, too close to your aching cunt for you to resist a shudder.
You coyly bump your hips forward, wanting to rock on him. You can feel the heat of his cock through his strained boxers. Your brows knit together.
"You wannit, don't you, gorgeous?" Jason hums. One hand scoops yours up from his shoulder, guiding it down to rest on the curve of his bulge. Overzealous, emboldened by the last dregs of liquor swirling around within you, you palm him. He grunts, which melds into a smoky chuckle that gets you giddy.
"Go on," He urges, "Take it out, baby."
You have to pause, because what the fuck? That is easily one of the hottest things you've ever heard. And the worst (or best) part is, you know in a few weeks from now, Jason will say those exact same words to you again. You'll be in front of the instruments, probably around a fellow roadie or worse: one of the members, and Jason will enquire about his bass. You'll point it out to him. You know, down to your very atoms, he'll give you this pant-dropping, sweetheart smile, and nod his head towards it, and utter the exact same words. Take it out.
Regardless, after you come back to planet Earth, you comply. You need both hands to gingerly unwrap him from his boxers. Hot and cock-heavy, he bites down on his bottom lip to keep from squirming. For a few moments, you just sit on his thigh, your legs bracketing his sides. His blushed tip leaks pearlescent precum, smearing onto your abdomen as it stands proudly tall. You have to swallow the drool in your mouth because he's handsome and funny and talented and honourable, and as if that wasn't enough, he has to have a pretty dick that's so deliciously girthy it has you wanting to squeeze your legs together.
Jason's palms scrape up your back, bathing you in heat, soaking up every naked inch of your skin that he's allowed. You fist his cock, the side of your hand connecting against his base. You inch down onto him, enveloping him in tingling, syrupy heat. He sinks into your cunt, you roll your hips experimentally across his lap, which is slick with you at this point. The moan at the top of your throat stutters out. Jason watches your pussy slowly take him in, swallow him whole, coaxing him with squeezes and velvet heat. The only word on his mind is pretty.
With his cock putting tender stars in your eyes, you let Jason guide your head to the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder. Your cheek smooshes into his trapezius muscle. He kisses your hairline, and you think you hear him cooing at you, but you barely hear anything over your own squeaks and the squelches of eager cunt falling into a rhythm that echoes off the tiles, no matter how hard you try to ignore said obscene sound. Your heart is thumping in your ears — it physically aches, sitting heavy against your ribcage.
Each time you press into him until his hilt is snug between your puffy sex, the air is rolled out of you, leaving you with nothing but breathy, high-pitched uh uh uh's as praise to feed him with. He makes do just fine, palming the soft globes of your ass, bracing his boots on the floor. Both strong arms curl around you, squeezing you into him.
The more you exchange inhales and exhales, moans and grunts, praises and compliments, the more something washes over you. A realisation. You'd been dying to feel this for weeks— months, even. You wanted his hands on you, you wanted to knit your bones over his, you wanted him to come teach you a gentler way to say your own name.
"Jason," You plead into the warm curve of his throat, muscles in your thighs burning, your hips wobbling against him. Your voice ripples through him, rides him hard.
He gathers all the breath in his lungs. "I gotcha, honey," He rumbles out. He locks you to him, lazily drawing the molten ache of your cunt flush against his base, stuffing you full of him. So full there's no room for slick, which bubbles out through the paper-thin seams of your tight-as-a-fist, pulsing sex in pornographically gushing dribbles, which seep and gather at the beginning of your ass, and his aching balls.
Your head is spinning. Moans leak out of your mouth. Jason half guides you and half bucks his hips up into you. Your chest bounces with each motion. Your eyes flutter closed, not unlike the way your heart trembles. Jason scoops you into his arms, and rocks you against his lap with so much velocity and viciousness that the tempo pounds within you, skin rippling on impact, and it's so powerful that you're genuinely stunned. As if he's been taking you apart brick by brick, and only now are you realising you are nothing but a wooden foundation of where everything once was.
With clammy skin, you bleed into him, breathless and crying praises around a frenzy of filthy moans. Your eyes roll around in their sockets, brainless with every bit of bliss that's bestowed unto you by each bite of Jason's cock bumping into your cervix. Your back arches, the soft shape of your tits pressing into his chest. Only skin separates your breaths. He could've gotten off on the sounds of your noises alone. But then he'd miss out on the tremble of your eyelashes, the wispy hairs that stick to your sweat-beaded temple.
You blur into him, the long muscles of his arms pin you by the hips into his own, taut with effort, just like his thighs. The sloppy, indulgently messy thrusts are fizzling into something breathtakingly good. It feels natural. Like home. Jason whispers how beautiful you are, how well you're taking him, how you're so sweet and so soft, and just like that, you're under his spell. Your orgasm bubbles up until it tips over.
You've got the moon in your eyes— just a bright flash of firey white that drives you mad with the craze of your tight heat squeezing and gushing and, and...
Jason's thrusts stop, his cock stilling inside you, yet he still persists. Pushing into you like there's any more unclaimed territory. You writhe. He cups the back of your head, stroking his fingertips into your hair. You can hear his heart pounding in your own ear that rests on his chest. His skin is as sweaty as yours with the effort, he smells so natural and salty. Your mouth fills with drool. In a long, unintelligible groan, Jason hits his high: filling what's left of your fucked-raw cunt with wave after wave of hot cum that you're half-sure leaks between the both of you. Probably got on the seats, too.
Those stars swirling in your head dissolve into tingles down your spine. You feel comfortably numb, proud of that satisfied ache deep within your belly. Jason, eager to continue his gentlemanly streak, rubs an open palm up and down your back to soothe you. His mind is put to ease as he feels your upper body expand with breath, shrinking with an exhale.
"Should've done that a long time ago," He murmurs, just wanting to speak to you. Although you have miles to go before you can crash at your hotel bed and dream. Probably about this exact moment.
You hum lazily in agreement, the low sound rolling and vibrating around in your throat. "If you want..." He shifts around, speaking up again. "We can, uh, make a habit of this...?"
Your chin rests on his collarbone as you look up at him through your lashes. Light bounces and reflects off of your eyes. You look almost impish. "Sure, farm boy." You grin.
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allmoshnobrain · 5 months ago
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kinktober 2024 masterlist | day one
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jason newsted x reader x james hetfield | caught in the act + voyeurism
✦ on this fic: NSFW!!!, +18, mxf sex, caught in the act, voyeurism, small exhibitionism on reader's part maybe?
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“Jason,” you giggled as your boyfriend’s hands roamed through your body, your butt pressed against the dressing room table, his strong arms boxing you in. He chuckled, his lips warm on the skin of your neck, making you shiver in excitement. “Jase, close the door.”
“Hmm,” he grunted, his lips meeting yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth slowly. You let out a breathy laugh as he pulled back to shut the door before coming right back to you. “It’s fine, babe, no one’s coming in.”
You bit your lip, glancing back at the gap between the door and the frame. Even though Jason closed it, it still had a little opening. It was probably one of those doors that only stayed shut if they were locked — and you didn’t have the key. Plus, judging by his urgent kisses, you knew Jason wasn’t about to stop and look for another room. Sometimes he would get like this after a concert, especially a good one: needy for you, just the way you liked it.
“Babe,” he whispered, and you let out a soft whine when his lips crashed into yours again. Your hands tangled in his hair, your whole body buzzing as you heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, his teeth grazing your bottom lip.
“Jason,” you moaned, heat spreading through your body as he lifted your shirt and pulled off your bra, his mouth on one of your breasts while his hand pinched the other nipple. The mix of his tongue and fingers had you going crazy. “Jason, baby, fuck…”
You gasped as he pulled away, gripping your hips and spinning you around, hands lifting your skirt hastily and pushing your panties to the side. A soft moan escaped you as you felt him pressing against your entrance, his thickness stretching you slowly as he slid inside with a deep groan.
“There we go,” he grunted, and you whimpered as he started moving gently. His hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you upright so your back was pressed tight against his chest. “That’s it, honey, good girl,” he rasped, grabbing your chin to bring your lips to his for another kiss.
You moaned into his mouth as he picked up the pace, his thrusts deep and fast, making your legs feel like jelly. You clung to him, his hand on your hip steadying you as he kept moving inside you. You broke away from his kiss, gasping for air, but froze when your eyes landed on the door right in front of you.
It was a bit more open now. You weren’t sure if it had swung open on its own or if he had done it — because there he was, leaning casually against the doorframe, blue eyes locked on you. Your boyfriend hadn’t noticed, still focused on kissing and biting the sensitive skin of your neck.
It was James. No doubt about it, with those blue eyes and how tall he stood, but mostly that cocky smirk on his lips, like he was getting a kick out of watching you — and of knowing you’d spotted him. Your breath hitched, a mix of arousal and embarrassment twisting in your chest as it hit you just how exposed you were, breasts bare and bouncing with every thrust, your boyfriend still lost in you, murmuring sweet nothings against your neck. For a second, you thought about covering up, but you didn’t. Instead, you felt yourself tighten around Jason, that familiar rush of heat signaling you were close.
You were going to cum, and James was going to see it.
“Fuck, baby,” Jason groaned, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he picked up the pace, his breath hot against your neck. “You’re so damn tight…”
“Jase,” you gasped, feeling your pussy squeeze around him again, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the intensity. Your face flushed even more as you saw James’ eyes still on yours, his body leaning a bit closer, as if he couldn’t resist the sight. Your heart raced as you glanced down, seeing him nudge the door open a little more with his foot. His smirk only grew as he let his gaze roam over your body, meeting your eyes again with a raised brow.
“I’m... I’m gonna—oh, fuck!” you moaned, your climax hitting hard as your body tensed. Jason grunted, his lips pulling away from your neck to grab your chin, pressing a rough kiss to your mouth as his hips sped up, and with one last deep thrust, you felt him spill inside you with a muffled groan.
You whimpered softly as Jason pulled out, your eyes meeting his as he tried to catch his breath, his face still flushed. Glancing quickly toward the door, your heart skipped when you realized James was gone. The door, slightly ajar, was the only sign he’d been there.
“It’s okay, babe,” Jason murmured, brushing his knuckles against your cheek gently. “I told you, no one comes in here.”
“Yeah,” you nodded, though your heart was still racing. You couldn’t shake the image of James’ smirk, that playful, almost cocky look in his eyes as he watched you and Jason, your skin tingling when you remembered the feeling of being caught, of being seen.
A feeling you knew you weren’t going to forget.
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Participate in the kinktober writing list with my FREE SPACE dynamic. There are some free spaces for specific pairings and you can shoot me asks with suggestions for kinks and plots featuring them. I will choose one for each character featured to write! Free spaces available: Sam Winchester (SPN), Jason Newsted (Metallica), Cap. John Price (COD), Kakashi Hatake (Naruto), Cronos (Venom) 
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broidobe · 1 month ago
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𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔢
requested by 🦐!!! soooo soooo sooo happy you liked the skom james fic!
☾an intimate moment in a hotel room shifts dramatically when you ask jason to unleash his untamed passion, transforming your relationship forever☽
☾warnings: smut, power dynamics, rough smut☽
⁎⁺˳✧༚metallica masterlist
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you lie in bed, jason's strong arms wrapped around you, his calloused hands gently stroking your skin. it's 1986 and metallica is on the rise, but in this moment, all that matters is the two of you, lost in the intimacy of your hotel room. jason's always been a gentle lover, taking his time to make sure you're comfortable, to make sure you're ready. but tonight, something inside you snaps. you need more. you need him to unleash the beast that lies beneath his calm exterior.
you look up at him, your eyes locking onto his, and whisper the words that will change everything: "jason, i need you to be rough with me." at first, he hesitates, his eyes searching yours for any sign of uncertainty. but you can see the spark of excitement ignite within him, and he knows that you're serious.
he takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling beneath your touch. his hands tighten around your wrists, holding you in place as he positions himself above you. you can feel the tension building inside him, like a coiled spring waiting to be unleashed.
and then, in an instant, he snaps. his gentleness gives way to a fierce passion, his body pounding into yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless. you feel yourself being pushed into the mattress, jason's weight crushing down on you as he drives into you again and again.
his hands are everywhere, gripping your hair, pulling your legs apart, holding your hips in place as he slams into you. you feel like you're being consumed by him, like he's devouring you whole. the room around you melts away, leaving only the two of you, lost in a sea of sweat and flesh.
you beg him for more, your voice hoarse from screaming, and he gives it to you. he fucks you harder, faster, his cock pounding into your pussy like a jackhammer. you feel yourself being lifted off the bed, your body weightless as jason holds you up with his thrusts.
the world goes white as you cum, your orgasm ripping through you like a tornado. jason follows close behind, his body stiffening as he empties himself into you. you collapse back onto the bed, exhausted, and spent.
as you catch your breath, you realize that jason has changed. the gentle lover is gone, replaced by a man who is confident in his desires. he looks down at you with a new-found intensity in his eyes.
you know that nothing will ever be the same again.
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aplaceforyourhearttorest · 5 months ago
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A to Z ⭒ Jason Newsted (18+)
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Ask Anything you ask for, he's giving it to you. Not in the sense of him coming off as being submissive, but in the way where your pleasure easily and usually becomes his as well. He loves listening to the way your tone and voice becomes heady and heavy, the slurring and intertwining of your words enough to bring him close to the edge, as you mewl out for him and plead for him to slide his hand a few inches up higher on your bare thigh, or to stick his tongue in and curl it up just a little bit further inside of you. By the time you're already falling apart and unable to coherently say and attempt to verbalize another word, he's already drunk off the taste of you, and ready to have you continue to struggle to formulate even more on top of him, and then beneath him again.
Bondage He'd use anything from the classic pair of handcuffs, to the flimsy and nearly see-through fabric of your t-shirt, with the hem and haphazard stitching tickling the insides of your trembling wrists as he'd twist and turn you into the perfect, temporary position. Jason would dislike using anything too harsh like rope or nylon on you, due to him not being in favor of you having marks on your skin that don't originate from his teeth, lips, or curled fingertips edging and indenting themselves into your flesh. He'd use his belt if you asked him to, most likely in a setting that isn't your guys' home or during a quickie, with him behind you and keeping you steady, one fist enclosed over the used leather and the other one gripping your midsection, or cupped around the nape of your neck.
Cunnilingus As much as Jason loves to receive, he enjoys giving even more. He'd take his time with you, the teasing and playful side of his personality coming out as he'd make you writhe with pleasure, most likely only giving in and slowing down once you're trying to push him away or beginning to seize with oversensitivity. He'd make out with your pussy, his tongue hungrily pushing your lips apart after sucking hickeys into each one of them, your prerelease and essence making its way down to drip onto his chest as he holds you up over his head, with your clit pulsing on the bridge of his nose and your stuttered and shallowed breaths fighting to make their way out of your shaking chest. If he's receiving, he'd let you take reign, only thrusting forward and fucking himself into the heat of your mouth if you signal to him and allow him to. He'd be pliant and tense underneath you or standing near the end of the bed, the praises falling from his blood red and bitten lips giving you enough confidence and steadfast to swallow him down to the hilt. You'd instinctively and readily have your mouth wide open and tongue peeking out as he cums, his seed warmly cascading itself thickly down your cupids bow and chin like caramelized honey, with you licking it up like so.
Dirty Talk One of your favorite things is to hear him praise you, each time he does making you flutter around him. Whether it be his dick, his fingers, or his tongue, it gets to you every time. If he's sheathing himself into you for the first time that day or night, his voice is breathy and borderline tense, overwhelmed at the feeling of your vicelike grip around his length. If he's fingering you open and following his digits with an eager and abandoned flick of his tongue, his tone is calm and grounding, deepening as your moans begin to hitch and heighten in sound. If he's tongue deep in you and bearing you open with gripping fingers pushing your tremoring legs apart, he's just grunting, hungrily taking you and barely slowing down to allow you to properly breathe. If you're in turn going down on him, with your mouth trailing and traveling down to the light dusting of hair near his groin, you're filthily whispering how good he already tastes and how you can't wait to get him in your mouth. His answering dopey grin and high blush are telling enough, and so are his grunts and choked sounds of pleasure, once you finally take him in and suck him dry and for all he's worth.
Edging Edging only really happens if you both have time to take it slow or are fully alone together, which is a rarity, due to him mostly being on tour or at the studio with one, or the entirety of the rest of the band. But on the off occasion that you two are, all bets are off, and you two are spending the whole time together in bed, or anything you two can makeshift into one. You both wouldn't be fully satiated or content until you're each exhausted, and almost unable to move afterwards. He'd have you in every position from gripping onto the wood encasing his tour bus bed, to helplessly holding onto his forearm tightly wrapped around your collarbones, as your knees slide off of one of the cushions on a sofa in one of the empty rooms at their recording building. You'd be panting with tears in your eyes every time he'd purposefully slow down or evade your spongelike spot, his usual praises turning mildly degrading as you hungrily cant your hips back and try to grind yourself back onto the whole of his length. Jason wouldn't be too far from where you were once it's your turn to edge him, your earlier desperate expression turning into a mirthful one, as you cockwarm him and slow your riding to a halt every time his ballsack raises and tightens to graze itself against the bottom of your reddened asscheeks. By the end of the night and hours later, you're filled to the brim, and Jason's happily empty.
Foreplay It can be anything from a cuddling session turning into you two shuffling off each other's clothes in a frenzy, to you two purposefully and slowly turning each other on, with slick slides of tongues and appendages on every inch of skin in a mouth's reach. If you want to make it special, you'll wear something lace-like and silky under a normal outfit and surprise him with it once you two are alone, or give him a peek of what you're hiding if you begin to get impatient and are tired of waiting. If Jason's wanting you to himself and you're in public, he'll brush his bottom lip against your earlobe and casually murmur in your ear about how much he wants to take you apart, and remind you of the last time he had you debauched and filthy underneath him. He'd be rubbing slow and careful circles into the small slither of bare flesh above your denim bottoms, the callouses from his years of hard work adding on to and fueling the heat making its way and tethering itself in your middle. "Come on, sweetheart. I know how badly you miss being good for me," he'd grin at the slight jump in your next inhalation and at the unintentional pause in your conversation, the pads of his fingertips tracking their way down to tug onto your belt loops, the motion aiding in pressing your backside against his growing and pulsating bulge. "I want to hear how loud you can get for me again."
Groping He's always got a hand or an arm resting on or around you, whether it be on the small of your back, or on the top of your thigh, with his fingers spread wide and massaging comforting figure 8's into your skin. A straightened elbow resting upon your hip, while his palm goes lax on your lower stomach as he stands behind you and presses your back flush to his chest. If there's alcohol involved, or if he's uncharacteristically feeling bold, he's got a hand fully extended into a back pocket of your jeans, and he's kneading his fingertips into your asscheek, his beer long forgotten in his other. Seeing as to how shy he sometimes comes off as and out of respect for you, he only fully lets go once you two are away from others and onlookers. As soon as you two are alone, he's got you splayed and sat in his lap with your jeans unbuttoned, the hand he once had in your back pocket, now lowering itself past the thin material of your underwear and down to caress your sex. His other palm is sliding up to grasp onto your breast, before sliding your shirt and bra strap to the side and parting his lips for a taste. You've got a hand intertwined and engulfed in his curls, guiding him down and silently encouraging him to take whatever he wants and needs, while your other hand runs itself down the expanse of his back over the fabric of his top, still able to feel where your nails left indentations in his skin from not so long ago.
Hickeys Even though the two or you are in a proud and public relationship, any easy to see hickeys or love bites on either one or you could cause an uproar. Has caused an uproar, after you two made the mistake of covering each other with them in obvious purple and red, proud clusters and hues, before a music award show appearance. The comments and questions thrown around you two while at the public setting didn't bother you too much, but Jason felt overly protective of you afterwards, and got you to agree to no more marks above your guys' collarbones. It wasn't hard for you to get used to, since that one incident had you two getting more comfortable with sucking and biting marks into each other's chests and hips, and everywhere and anywhere beneath. Jason's favorite places to mark you at are your breasts and your groin, even though he often sucks them into your pubic bone and the inner, sensitive skin of your thighs. The public's reactions dwindled down after you two learned your lesson, but became the least of your worries after getting caught by the rest of the band after you and Jason tried to go for a swim in the guys' shared pool at their house, after a long night of edging and teasing, and of course, kissing and biting. The next time you planned to go over to theirs again, you brough a t-shirt, and an extra long pair of shorts with you.
Intercrural On the days where you felt too sore for penetrative sex, but still wanted to be active, you would initiate humping without clothing. The bare friction of Jason's swollen cockhead relentlessly making contact with your clit wasn't as stimulating as him being inches deep inside of you and fucking into you with reckless abandon, but it was still more than enough. Especially with your guys' foreheads nearly pressed up against each other, sharing open mouthed kisses, with your boyfriend's strong and steady hands guiding you up and down his throbbing and erect length. He'd swallow every single one of your stuttered moans of his name, and you'd lap at the taste of the nicknames he'd groan out at the same time you would tighten your calves around his thighs and roughly grind your bare sex down onto him. The sopping wet sound of his precum and your slick would reverberate around the bedroom and somehow complement the shared exhaled whimpers and curses, and you'd fully welcome the slight twinge of pain your body responded with as you carefully sat down on his length and buried him inside of you, right before you both simultaneously came.
Jealousy Jason rarely ever gets jealous, and neither do you. But when it does happen, it isn't a big thing. There isn't any yelling or arguing or name calling, just heavy silence, or the one that's feeling downtrodden and insecure closes in on themselves for a bit. For Jason, he's only ever gotten jealous once, and that was after seeing you interact with a longtime friend that came over once for a family dinner. Nothing happened in between you and that friend, but your boyfriend still felt like he would be a better fit for you or more easily accessible, since he doesn't have to travel as much as he does, and already got along with the people closest to you. You've gotten jealous yourself once or twice before, after seeing the way some fans would grab at him and attempt to jump on him after shows, and during meet and greets and signings. The way that some of them would flirt with him while you were standing near was off-putting and uncomfortable for you both, but also it made you wonder what would have happened if you weren't there. Luckily, whenever these issues and minor doubts occurred, you were both able to open about it soon after and talk it out. No matter what you two thought about yourselves and temporarily doubted due to insecurity, he would be the first person to make you feel better and reassure you, and you would do the same.
Kissing As soon as you woke up, there was a kiss being placed on your forehead. And then on your nose, and then on your mouth. Morning kisses were usually slow, unless one of you woke up heated or weren't able to finish each other off the night before. You two would kiss each other in greeting, even if one of you only went to the other room to grab something, and then came right back. The simple touch of lips ground you both, and is a simple declaration of the other still being there. If you two haven't seen each other due to conflicting schedules, your guys' kisses are much more passionate and long lasting. If Jason is headed out for a leg of a tour and you aren't able to come with, the whole night before and the morning leading up to his departure is filled with you two reminding each other of the way you two taste, and promising each other of what is yet to come. And sometimes, you two just make out for the hell out it. Panted breaths and slick strands of saliva still keeping you two connected, seconds after you two already part. Similar tasting tongues coaxing each other's mouths open and licking up to a roof of a mouth, audible sounds of kiss swollen lips reconnecting after a haste and rushed kiss. You two can barely keep away from each other, and you both wouldn't want it any other way.
Licking If he's got his mouth on you, his tongue is involved. Anything as simple as a brief neck kiss, his tongue is peeking out to wet his lips, and darting back out as soon as his pair make contact with your clavicle. If you've got something on the side of your mouth, he's brushing it away with his finger and then licking his thumb and sucking the residue away clean, his warm appendage wrapping itself around the fingertip to lap it up. If he's having his way with you and he's able to take his time, he's mapping the entirety of your body out with his tongue. He loves to lick along the inside of your breasts and down to your groin in a slow swipe, then lightly blow on your dampened skin and watch as you arch your back and as goosebumps awaken on your flesh. He loves to bite and suck marks down on your then sensitive skin, and place open mouthed kisses on the precipice of your pussy, until you come back to enough to spread your legs wide for him, fighting back a shiver at the look in his eyes, and at the cool air pillowing itself against your soaked sex. He'll continue to lap and flutter and strain his tongue against you after you orgasm, until you're squealing and he's already swallowed and eaten every single drop your body accumulated for him. And when he's back on his knees and towering over you, hard dick smearing prerelease on your jolting stomach, he feeds the taste right back to you.
Masturbation He doesn't find it necessary when he's around, because he's there and present to constantly please you. The only time he's down to touch himself or have a mutual session, is if he's on the road and you guys filmed something together for him to watch and look at while he's gone, or if he's touring and he's finally able to have some time on the phone with you. If he's home or in a nearby city where you're able to visit, he's nearly on you as soon as he sees you, unless he's on stage performing. He sees the fun and excitement in it, and he'd bring it up and offer it if you two ever have enough free time before edging, but it isn't something he'd jump for. He definitely prefers having his own hands on you, and being able to make you feel as good as he possibly can and knows he can. Knowing he's the reason as to why you're falling apart and he can control it, makes it a lot more fun and fulfilling for him.
Non-negotiable He's open minded and willing to try almost anything at least once, except for anything that puts you at risk of getting stuck in the wrong mindset and subspace. Which means no to full on degradation and hitting, as well as harsh deprivation and lack of verbal consent. He loves how adventurous you are and how well you match with him, but you feeling safe and protected is what matters the most to him, as well as your pleasure and making sure that you're well taken care of.
Orgasm One is never enough, and most of the time, you two are too into it to count up and tally the final ending number. Seeing each other climax is one of your favorite things to do together, at least sexually. Jason finds it a privilege to be able to watch you tense and shudder, sometimes to be able to feel you cum around him right before he spills his seed inside you. The way you nearly lift off the bed, the way your legs tighten around his broad shoulders, the way your nails dig in and cling onto his sweat laden skin, the way your mouth parts in a nearly perfect O shape every time, the way your eyes daze yet always stay on him, the way you smile when you come back to in his arms. If seeing you orgasm is a privilege, then seeing and feeling your boyfriend cum is a blessing. The way he grunts your name like a devotion against your bare skin, the way his hands tighten on you and secure you in his hold, the way he pistons himself into you, and then pulls you down fully onto him and presses kisses into your heated and flushed flesh. The way he looks fucked out and drunk afterwards, so satiated and satisfied and relaxed. The way his hair halos out underneath him, once he has you positioned on top of him, with your legs intertwined with his, and your head resting on his still heaving chest, uncaring of the mess you two lie in as you two try to ground yourselves again.
Positions He loves when you're on top, and not even in a selfish, you doing all of the work type of way. With you in cowgirl or reverse, he's able to guide you by the hips easier, and it brings more purpose to the mirror you two have a few feet away from your bed. He can also find his footing on the mattress easier underneath you, and bear himself up into you in deeper strokes than in missionary and doggy. With you having your hands near his head as leverage before you tire, he can bend you in half and be able to hit your g-spot, and be able to rub you against his groin at the same time, so you'll be double stimulated. He also loves the hot seat, which is when he has you sit on him on the edge of the bed, right in front of the mirror, and you both watch as he uses his hands and forearms behind himself to buck himself inside you, only slowing down or lowering you to lightly encircle his hand around your throat, or delicately fist the loose strands of hair from your face, so you can see clearer, and he can properly watch as you're pushed over the edge. He also loves the position of missionary, with your legs over his shoulders and your chests nearly touching, where he can bury himself into you over and over again, and then easily slide down to eat you out afterwards until you're unable to stop crying and shaking.
Quickie You both love quickies, especially after a good performance and after good news. There's always something exciting when it comes to them, and you both find a thrill in the action when you do it in the studio, or in a bathroom backstage at a venue. Although you two love privacy and being able to take your time, nothing beats having your boyfriend's jacket or hand in or covering your mouth as you try to stay quiet, as he takes you from behind or against a counter or sink, and you both struggle to contain yourselves. You from making a sound, and Jason from stopping himself from allowing you to drip all over the bathroom floor, from him to not getting on his knees and eating himself out of you after he finishes. The walk of shame is always fun afterwards as well, with the both of you sharing a secretive smile, and Jason sneaking an arm around your middle if you find it a bit hard to stabilize yourself for a while afterwards. It's always a fun thing to reminisce on, and to also reenact when you both get the opportunity to.
Roleplay Anything from a nurse to a clueless non-fan at an empty concert venue, is something you guys do for fun. Not only because it's exciting and something new to make things even more fun, but it's also funny as hell. Sometimes you'll both add in accents, or you'll take it seriously and end up having the best sex you've had in months. The great thing about being with someone who's as open as you are to new experiences, is that you're able to speak up about what you want to try and test out. It also means you've both spent an absurd amount of money on costumes. Your guys' favorite is strangers meeting up, where you two will pretend like you don't know each other, and then will eventually meet each other halfway, and have amazing sex that almost feels like the first time all over again, just like all those years ago. If you two want to just laugh shit off and have a good time, nurse and doctor, or maid is the way to go.
Sensitivity You're the most sensitive on your lower stomach and in between your thighs, and Jason takes advantage of knowing that fact. So much at times, that you become hesitant with him going down on you, because you already know he's going to make you weak and damn near oversensitive within a few minutes. By the time you're close to orgasming, you're covered in love bites and spit clad, kiss shaped marks, and your boyfriend is licking and sucking and making out with your pussy to the point where you're almost hyperventilating, and his fingertips are purposefully pressing themselves into the marks he's proudly left behind. Jason's most sensitive spots are right near the sides of his upper hips, and right above his groin. You don't tease him as much, but you're still as attentive as he is and make sure to please him in every way he wants and needs. Until he's shaking just like you were, and he's spilling down your throat with his head thrown back, his words slurred and unknown, with the only one coherent enough being your favorite nickname he calls you.
Threesome As open minded as Jason is when it comes to sex, he wouldn't be alright with just sharing you with another man or woman. He doesn't see you as someone or something he owns, but he's in a relationship with you for a reason, and he has a feeling that you would be opposed to him inviting another woman into the bedroom as well. If it were to ever come up or if you were to ask about bringing someone else in, it'd either be a no, or someone very close to him who he knows well. The first person that comes to mind, is Kirk. Kirk's been known to be sexually open and adventurous, and during his drunken ramblings, he's boasted about how good he is at giving oral sex. He also knows that Kirk is attracted to you as well, since it came up in a conversation a few months before you two officially got together. So, he most likely wouldn't be okay with it, but if he were to say yes if you ever asked, Kirk would most likely be the first person he'd say yes to, from his close circle.
Universal Every man loves a good sixty-nine, and your boyfriend is just that. Jason loves to go down on you on his own, but that's only because he likes to take his time, and he doesn't think he'd be able to do you good if you're sucking and swallowing him down as good as you normally do at the same time. But on the rare occasion that you two do sixty-nine, you both have a lot of fun. The mutual muffled moaning both adds to your guys' sensitivity and stimulation, there's a healthy balance of sensory deprivation, and the feeling of the weight of you on top of him is grounding. Plus, he loves it when you sit on his face. The last time you two tried it out, you nearly blacked out from his enthusiasm, and Jason almost gripped you too tightly by your sides after you took him all the way down your throat without even stopping. You both agree though, that tasting yourselves on each other's tongues and then moving on to doggy style soon after, did make the whole experience a lot more memorable.
Vibrator All the way, yes. If you guys are experimenting and trying out new positions and tricks, a vibrator is always used to make sure that you're still able to orgasm. Jason's also allowed you to use it on him once as well. You brought it up once during a conversation, and were surprised when he easily said yes. You placed it underneath his cockhead, right below and on top of the large protruding vein traveling itself down his shaft, and hungrily watched as he fell apart, all while occasionally lapping and licking at his tip for a bit more of added sensation. Watching his balls tighten, and then feeling them tighten up against your spit clad palm as you gently massaged them, had you soaking through your underwear and in awe. By the time Jason came back to and was calmed down enough to praise you and pick you up to place you under him to switch positions, you were already thinking about using it on him again. Luckily, you both had the same thought and idea.
Where Preferably at home, but like I said before, you guys are adventurous. Backrooms, empty bathrooms, studios after recording, the tour bus. Anywhere where you two could get a little bit of privacy, but also have a little bit of that fearful excitement of getting caught, when you're in the mood for that. But most of the time, at home. Where you two can be fully naked and tie each other up occasionally, use toys, be in more flexible positions than just gripping onto a used couch or sink, and take your time with each other. Make and take the time to break each other apart, and then bring each other back together. Multiple times in a row, usually.
X Factor This man loves every single thing about you, but his favorite thing has got to be, that you're where and who he feels the most at home and at peace with. With life constantly changing and the states changing with it, his only real stable thing in his life is his relationship with you. You always make time for him, reassure him, make sure he's feeling wanted and loved, and have treated the rest of his band members and family members like your own. You are his biggest blessing and gift in life, and he treasures the hell out of you. And there's never a single moment in time where he doesn't remind you of that, or treat you the exact same way.
Yes and No Yes to spanking, no to face hitting or smacking. He thinks it's too invasive and disrespectful to you. He's down for all of the biting and sucking and semi-public sex the world has to offer, but potentially bruising you on your face, or making you cry in a way that isn't pleasurable? Absolutely not. He'd rather have it happen to himself than to you.
Zip As cool and as fun as it is to have bathroom sex and sneak around every once in a while, this man wants to hear you. He also wants to eat, lick, suck, bite, be inside, cum inside, and cum outside of you and on you, but he also just wants to hear you having a good time. As much as you enjoy reassurance and knowing when your partner is being pleasured and having fun, so does he. So, let it out. He fucking loves when you're loud, and when you're praising him as much as he's praising you. That's what it's all about.
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nausicaamusiclover20 · 4 months ago
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Can you do jason x reader x dave where reader goes to a metallica and megadeth show and both of them check reader out and fight over them and then they end up fucking reader 🙏
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I hope this satisfies you❤
Warnings: mature content, threesome, consensual sexual activity, dirty talk, graphic descriptions, nudity
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Backstage Temptation
The stadium pulsed with energy as Metallica and Megadeth shared the stage. The roar of guitars and the crowd’s screams surrounded me, but my focus kept shifting to two sets of eyes locked on me from the stage. Jason Newsted and Dave Mustaine.
Jason was the first to catch my attention, his eyes dark with mischief as he played bass like his life depended on it. Every time I looked up, I could feel his gaze piercing through me, like he was playing just for me. There was something in his smirk—dangerous and inviting—that made my stomach twist with excitement.
But then, Dave Mustaine’s intense stare cut through the air, a look that made me shiver. His eyes were sharp, unblinking, and every glance he sent my way was a silent challenge. The heat between them was palpable, and I was caught right in the middle of it.
As the encore ended and the crowd began to thin, I made my way backstage, hoping to catch my breath from the wild experience. Before I could find a quiet corner, Jason appeared in front of me, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as he casually leaned against the wall.
“Leaving so soon?” he asked, his voice low and playful, making my pulse spike.
Before I could respond, another voice cut in from behind me, colder and sharper. “Jason, always so quick to make the first move,” Dave sneered as he stepped out from the shadows, his eyes burning into mine.
I turned, heart racing, now standing between the two rock legends. Both of them were towering over me, their rivalry heating up as they stared each other down.
Jason shrugged, unfazed. “What can I say? Some people know how to take their shot.”
Dave’s lips twisted into a smirk, his gaze flickering toward me. “How about we let her decide?”
My breath hitched. The tension was thick, and I could feel the heat radiating off both of them. But before I could say a word, Jason’s hand slid around my waist, pulling me close, his grip firm and possessive.
“You don’t mind if we both take care of you tonight, do you?” Jason whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I glanced at Dave, who stepped closer, leaning against the wall beside me, his eyes dark with desire. “Why don’t we take this somewhere more... private?”
With my heart racing, they guided me through a side door, away from the chaos of the concert. We ended up in a private room backstage, dimly lit and far away from prying eyes. In one corner, there was a couch, a tempting invitation to explore the tension brewing between us.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Jason turned me around, pinning me against the wall with his body. His hands slid under my dress, fingers brushing my thighs before moving up, teasingly grazing over the soft fabric. “Let’s get rid of this,” he murmured, a wicked glint in his eye.
With a swift motion, he pulled the fabric up, exposing my legs and hips, leaving me breathless. He lowered the dress to the floor, leaving me in only my bra and panties. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks as Dave’s eyes roamed over my exposed skin, hunger and admiration evident in his gaze.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Dave said, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming as he took in the sight before him. Jason, still behind me, pressed his body against mine, making sure I felt every inch of him.
“Let’s make sure she’s comfortable,” Jason said, looking at me with a smirk before turning his attention back to Dave. “You can go first.”
“No, it’s my turn, Jason,” Dave said with a teasing grin, moving forward.
I gasped as Jason’s fingers moved skillfully, sliding my panties down my legs, exposing me completely. I shivered, feeling vulnerable yet exhilarated. My heart raced as Dave leaned in closer, his eyes locked on my body.
“Let’s see just how much she can take,” Jason said, his voice low and filled with promise.
As Dave knelt down, brushing his lips against my skin, kissing along my thighs, I felt a thrill course through me. Jason shifted behind me, kissing my neck and collarbone, making me arch against him, lost in a mix of sensations.
“Just let go,” Jason whispered, his eyes locked onto mine as he pressed against me, their combined presence electrifying.
With Dave’s mouth tantalizingly close, I could feel the heat pooling deep within me, my body responding instinctively to their every touch. Jason’s hands roamed over my body, teasing and exploring, while Dave continued to kiss along my skin, drawing out every moment of anticipation.
Dave’s lips traveled lower, teasing closer to where I wanted him most, his fingers brushing against my already exposed skin. He glanced up at me, a mischievous glint in his eye, before finally settling between my thighs.
“Now that’s better,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
With me completely bare, Jason leaned in closer, his fingers now deftly unclasping my bra, letting it fall away. I gasped as the cool air hit my skin, my body craving their warmth. They both took their time, ensuring I was overwhelmed with pleasure.
“I think it’s time to give her a taste of what we can do,” Jason said, stepping back slightly to let Dave take the lead.
As Dave leaned in, he pressed a soft kiss against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I cried out, feeling my body respond instantly to his touch.
“Don’t hold back,” Jason encouraged, positioning himself behind me, kissing along my neck, his hands roaming freely over my curves, sending shivers down my spine.
The room was filled with the sounds of my breath and their teasing whispers as they worked in tandem. Dave’s tongue expertly flicked over my sensitive skin, while Jason pressed against me, reminding me just how much they wanted me.
“Are you ready for more?” Dave asked, glancing up at me with a wicked smile as he continued to tease me.
I could only nod, breathless and ready for whatever they had planned.
 I was still panting, barely able to catch my breath from the heated tension between all of us, when Jason gripped me by the waist, his firm hands sending sparks through my body. Without warning, he lifted me off the wall, his strength making me feel weightless. His lips found my neck again as he whispered roughly, “We’re not done yet.”
He turned us both toward the couch that sat in the dimly lit corner of the backstage room. Dave followed close behind, watching us with a dark smirk. As Jason led me to the couch, his body pressed against my back, his hands roamed lower, teasingly tracing my curves.
Once we reached the couch, Jason guided me down, my back sinking into the cushions as he positioned me there. “Lie back,” he commanded, his voice low and possessive. I did as he said, anticipation buzzing through me. 
Behind him, Dave leaned against the couch, watching every movement. “Jason’s got her now,” he said with a grin, his eyes flicking over my exposed skin. “But don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll take care of the rest.”
Jason knelt between my legs, his hands sliding over my naked body, exploring every curve and contour. “You’re perfect like this,” he said, his breath hot against my skin. He leaned down, kissing my inner thigh, sending shivers through my entire body.
Dave stepped closer, his hands reaching out to grip my waist. “Let me taste her too,” he said, his voice thick with lust. He lowered himself beside me, his mouth finding one of my breasts. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, sucking gently while Jason continued his exploration, trailing kisses up my thighs.
“God, you two are driving me wild,” I gasped, my back arching as pleasure coursed through me. Jason’s fingers slid between my legs, teasing me as he slowly pushed one inside.
“Tell me how good it feels,” Jason said, his voice thick with desire. “Let go for us.”
“Please… don’t stop,” I begged, feeling the heat building inside me as Jason pumped his finger in and out, his thumb brushing against my clit.
“Come on, baby. Let us hear you,” Dave encouraged, his hands still teasing my breasts as Jason continued to pleasure me. “We want to see you lose control.”
With every thrust of Jason’s finger, I felt my resolve crumbling. My breaths turned into soft moans, each one echoing in the small room. Dave switched tactics, moving his mouth from my breast to my ear, whispering dirty words that sent more heat pooling in my belly. “You’re so fucking wet for us. Can you feel how much we want you?”
“More, I need more!” I cried, my hands gripping Jason’s hair as I tugged him closer, desperate for that sweet release. Jason added another finger, curling them inside me and hitting just the right spot.
“Come for us, baby,” Dave urged, kissing down my neck, nibbling on my skin, his breath warm against me. “Let go. We’ve got you.”
With one final thrust of Jason’s fingers, my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I cried out, my back arching off the couch, waves of pleasure crashing over me as they continued to tease and worship my body. The world blurred around me, and all I could focus on was the pleasure building in my core.
As my climax washed over me, I felt my body tremble, a mix of relief and euphoria cascading through me. “Oh God!” I gasped, my breath hitching as the waves of pleasure finally subsided, leaving me breathless and spent.
After the waves ebbed, I gasped for air, feeling completely satisfied. Jason leaned over me, pressing a tender kiss to my lips, the taste of me still lingering on his mouth.
“Damn, that was good,” he murmured, grinning down at me. Dave chuckled, leaning closer, a satisfied glint in his eyes.
“Let’s do that again sometime,” he said, and I couldn’t help but smile, knowing this was a night I would never forget.
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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 6 months ago
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JASON FOR NO NUT NOVEMBER!!!!
A/n: So I take it back the last thing I did with NNN will not be the last, I have one more to write and then I'm DONE FOR GOOD NO MORE I BEG
Warnings: Smut, idk if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
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Since joining Metallica Jason had been having his fun with fans, he was also nice to them and treated them the best he could but he definitely knew he was over doing it a little.
He was never big on the whole 'family' thing or 'settling down' but he liked the idea of finding someone to be his person, the one he'd come home to or wake up next to, without the whole sneaking out afterwards or kicking them out.
Jason had been hearing all about No Nut November and decided it would be a good challenge to get his priorities straight.
It was definitely a change of pace. Usually he'd be leaving stadiums with a few girls under his arms but not he had no one, he was turning people down and just hurrying back onto the bus or whatever they were using to get where they needed to be next.
You were Jason's assistant, aka the woman they set with him to make sure he got everything he wanted whenever he wanted. You'd make him food, get him drinks, etc. Whatever he asked of you. Of course he was never rude to you and always greeted you with a smile.
You had arrived at the hotel early after one of their shows and decided have a bath. You treated yourself like a queen for an hour or two, soaking, thinking, relaxing.
You'd just finished drying off and were brushing your hair out in a pair of boxers and an oversized band tee, not ready to give up your comfortableness just yet.
The door opened and in walked Jason. He was rubbing his eyes, exhausted from Metallica's earlier concert. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you.
"Sorry, I was just..." He trailed off, eyes raking down your body slowly. You weren't exposed per se, but you definitely weren't wearing your every day clothes.
"Just..?" You asked, turning to face him slightly.
His eyes stayed on your body, mind already running wild. "Fuck, you're not making this easy." You raised a brow at him.
Jason took a step closer to you until he was only a few inches from you. His hands went to your waist, then down to your hips. His hands dipped under your shirt and pulled it up, revealing your full torso, bare chest and all.
Jason abruptly pulled his hands away, dropping your shirt, and brought his eyes back to yours. "Sorry! I'm-I'm sorry, I haven't been... um, I-I haven't..." He trailed again, eyes falling back to your body.
You couldn't deny the way you felt under his touch, needy and hot. Your own eyes moved down his body, taking in the prominent bulge in his jeans.
You gave a small nod and went back to brushing out your hair. Jason turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving you alone... for a good five minutes.
He came back and stood behind you, kissing from your cheek down your neck, hands exploring your body, groping your chest and rubbing you through your boxers. You set the brush down, focusing his hands and how he touched you.
He kept his hand on your cunt, using the other to undo his jeans, doing his best to work fast. He needed you, he needed to be inside you. He needed this.
He pulled your underwear off and pushed into your welcoming hole, a low groan leaving him while you moaned at the stretch.
He gave you little time to adjust, he was desperate for release, for pleasure and your touch. His hips snapped into yours, pulsing tip hitting deep inside you. The door was open though your moans echoed off the walls along with his deep grunts.
His big, calloused hands gripped your hips in a bruising hold, holding you in place for him as he abused your hole.
You watched him in the mirror, his head rolling back before he looked back to your ass, watching you suck him back in every time he pulled away. He spat onto his dick, using it as lube as if you weren't wet enough, you didn't mind seeing him do it though.
He quickly started to lose his rhythm, having gone almost a month without fucking anyone and finally being given a chance for release. He was losing himself in you.
With a few guttural groans and harsh thrusts you felt him painting your walls with his cum, arms moving to wrap around you and holding you tight against his chest.
After a moment he looked at you through the mirror, a small pout on his lips. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I-I needed that so fucking bad..." He blurted, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
You chuckled softly at his state, finding him just too cute, a big mop of hair over your shoulder.
He pulled out of you and got on his knees behind you, turning you around and leading kisses up your thigh. "I should at least help you finish, right?" He said, licking between your folds.
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artemisrogers · 4 months ago
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Little One Kirk Hammett x reader
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Kirk had his ways of letting me know when he wanted something. It was adorable when his submissive side came out. Of course tonight was one of those in between submissive and dominant moods he was in. We both have been discussing having a kid. Of course when I first brought it up Kirk became a nervous wreck about it.
I knew that he was nervous about being a good dad and being there for our child. I assured him that he would be a great parent. I was half dressed and he was shirtless taking his time with me but also giving me hickeys. I left soft kisses on his sternum my panties damp from my arousal and my nipples hard under my red bra.
"Let me take care of you tonight. I want to make mommy happy." Kirk teased me as he rolled his hard erection against me through his boxers.
I always knew what mood he was in just by what he called me. Mommy was usually when he's fully submissive and princess or slut when he's dominant. He kinda called me whatever when he was in the middle. I watched him pull his boxers down enough to let his hard dick out already precum leaking.
I shifted my thighs seeking friction on my clit and giving him a hint. I felt him part my thighs and pulled my panties down with his teeth his pupils dilating when he caught the scent of my arousal. Gripping my hands to put them above my head with one hand while he rubbed his cock across my clit a few times before slowly pushing in. I let out a soft moan of lust l.
"Good girl so fucking tight. I'm gonna take my time with you. Maybe get you pregnant."
"Ohh baby." I softly moaned as he started to roll his hips as he thrusts into me.
Soft creaks of the bed his grunts and my moans mixed together in our room. I arched my back when I felt his balls tighten drawing him deeper inside me. I felt my own orgasm catching up fast. Kirk nipped my neck leaving another hickey on me as he thrusts faster.
"Fuck I'm close K-Kirk!"
"Me too princess...oh fuck! Shit!" Kirk groaned as he felt his orgasm hit him hard. I followed soon afterwards. Once we both got down from our highs Kirk pulled me close to him spooning me. I felt his fingers absently tracing my tummy making me giggle softly.
"You know I have a chance of getting pregnant love."
"I know. But I think I'm ready to have a little one with you." Kirk said kissing the top of my head.
I put my head on his chest hearing his heartbeat as I slowly drifted off to sleep. The last thing I heard Kirk say was he had me making me feel safe and secure.
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boundbyeclipse · 3 months ago
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Ok so hear me out
Omg do that again with Jason...
heaven's on fire
genre : smut
word count : 1762
tags : praising, shy!reader, female!reader, soft!jason, public sex, car sex, protected sex, kind of a meh plot
from the prompt list : 6. "oh my god, do that again"
a/n : i loved the idea of the reader not having too much experience along with a softie Jason, who's guiding her and praising her.
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“How much longer? My ass hurts from sitting”
“Just a little bit more, the gas station should be about five minutes away now”
After being in the car for the past hour or so, you began to feel pain in certain areas of your body and desperately wanted to get out for at least a little bit. Stretching and walking was a necessity right now, even if you still had another hour ahead of you until you’re finally home.
Driving all the way from one city to another wasn’t easy since Jason needed to perform at different locations. And since you two were quite a fresh couple for a few months now, he asked if you maybe wanted to have a little trip so that you both could spend more time together. Without a doubt, you agreed and packed some stuff to hit the road. It was also such a perfect timing because it was summertime and you had just finished college. Things couldn’t get any better, right?
Speaking of your not so long relationship with Jason, you haven’t experienced much before with anyone. Sure, few dates here and there, then that one guy you dated but it didn’t work out, well, it was something, but not a lot. That’s why Jason wanted to give you the most out of this relationship, show you things you haven’t seen, give you the attention, love and care, take you to places, and most importantly - make it last. And you haven’t ever felt this happy.
“Here it is” he said, making a turn to park the car at the gas station.
“God, finally. Can we also go grab something to eat? I’m actually starving” you said, rubbing your stomach in the meantime.
“Of course” he gave you a smile and you both went inside the store.
Your body was hurting from sitting in the car and it was tough for you to kneel down for the lower shelves, so you had to bend down. But what you didn’t know was that Jason was right behind you, and you accidentally bumped into his front with your butt.
“Shoot, I’m sorry” you whisper-yelled and laughed at him, covering your mouth with a hand.
Jason licked his lips and took a step aside, seemingly laughing too, but it also kind of looked like he was taken aback.
“Hopefully no one saw that” you murmured and picked up some chocolate bars from that lowest shelf, getting back into standing position as you flashed a look at your boyfriend.
He coughed, “Um, are you getting anything else? I grabbed this” he showed you a wrapped up sandwich and an energy drink.
Your eyes widened.
“I need that”
He giggled at your expression and followed you around until you were done picking the food, then paying for everything.
“Can we just eat while standing? I can still feel the aches”
“Of course, but first we should park a bit further so that people can get their gas”
After you both got outside and began eating, Jason couldn’t help but stare at you with that interesting look in his eyes. The clothes you were wearing weren’t too helpful, he began to think of stuff that he probably shouldn’t think about right now. You’re in the gas station, still on the road. But still an hour away from home. God, calm down, Jason, he thought to himself.
“Everything okay, babe?” you asked, snapping him out of his mind.
“Oh- Y-yeah,” he chuckled lightly, “you look really gorgeous”
His compliment made your cheeks warm as you blushed, trying to hold back a big smile that wanted to break out so badly. You loved how he appreciated your beauty, even if it made you shy and giddy. And maybe it’s because no one has actually given you such a compliment before.
“Thank you,” you looked at him for a second before darting your eyes away, lacking bravery.
He found it so cute how you got shy and vulnerable, it was one of the main reasons why he liked you so much. But this time he just couldn’t hold it together, he knew you had very little experience in some things, were shy, but how you looked and how you accidentally bumped against him earlier just knocked him off of his feet. Not literally, of course.
Once you got back into the car, Jason couldn’t get himself to start the car.
“Jason, something’s not quite right. Talk to me, hm?” you said, taking his large hand in yours. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he did, eyes looking through the front window.
“It’s going to sound really silly and maybe stupid, but the way you backed up on me in that store… It actually made me feel things” he spoke up, looking over at you to see your face. Your lips parted and you didn’t know what to say.
“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know you were right behind me. Let’s head home and I’ll help you out with my unskilled ass” you laughed it off and went on to put the seatbelt on, but his hand stopped you, trapping your body in your seat.
His face was just inches away from yours, his curly locks in his face as he looked at your lips for a moment.
“I can’t wait another hour, love. I need you right now” he pleaded, scanning your face for a reaction. Your breathing became quicker with the tension in the air, heat growing between your thighs as Jason’s hand found it’s way on your hip. It slowly rubbed your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
“Jason,” you whispered, “kiss me”
You could not resist. It was impossible to hold back when he was touching you like that, looking at you like that and turning you on so much. It was kind of risky to do all of this next to the gas station, but Jason wouldn’t have parked the car in this dark spot if he didn’t have any thoughts. And he did, because he knew there was no way he could wait it out until you’re home.
He kissed you so passionately, a little rough, but not too harsh, as his hand found its way in between your thighs, his thumb rubbing against your core really lightly. It left you squirming in the leather seat breathing heavier each second, the need growing quickly. Jason groaned as he could not hold it in anymore, reaching to grab a pack of condoms from his bag. Falling back into his seat as he unbuckled his jeans, he took his hard length out, stroking it up and down before rolling the condom down.
You watched him for a moment, thoughts racing in your head as you felt shy all of a sudden. Maybe even a little embarrassed. It’s not that you haven’t ever seen it or touched it, because you have. It was another thing.
You have never been on top before.
“Come here, please, I want to feel you around me” Jason said, looking at you with his eyes half shut and head thrown against the back of the seat.
“I’ve never been on top” you admitted.
“It’s okay, I’ll guide you, baby”
With all the strength in you, you removed your skirt and tights, leaving underwear on because you knew Jason loved it. He had a thing for that.
You climbed on top, and Jason aligned his pulsating tip with your entrance, letting you know it’s okay for you to sink down. As he filled your insides up, you let out a shaky whimper, your hands wrapping around his neck as you intertwined them, hesitating to move at first. But Jason placed his hands on your hips and dug the nails into your skin, moving you back and forth as he helped you out. And being on top felt way too good for you, maybe even better than your usual pose that had you under him. You could feel his tip hitting the right spot each time you rolled your hips, the knot in your stomach building quicker than it ever had before.
To your surprise, this was better than you had ever anticipated. You could only ask yourself why you always felt so shy about it. Because this was heavenly.
Riding him and getting lost in the moment, you unconsciously squeezed around his length which made him moan louder than usual, gaining a tighter grip on your skin.
“Oh my god, do that again” he breathed with a smile on his smile, attacking your breasts with kisses and sucking on the hardened nipples.
“D-do what?” you could barely talk due to the ecstatic feeling you were drowning in at the moment.
“Squeeze around me, baby”
You did it, earning a soft moan from your boyfriend that vibrated through your body as he still had your flesh in between his teeth.
“You’re doing so well, keep going” he praised you, hands sliding up and down your back until they squeezed your butt as a sign to give him more of that feeling.
“Just like that”
Hearing him praise you like that only made you pick up the pace and reach your high sooner, you found it hard to be patient, you needed that release as much as Jason did.
And just a few moments later, you came around his length, covering your mouth, walls throbbing as you coated him with your juices, body jolting with pleasure. Jason was almost there too, telling you to not stop and moaning to you how good of a girl you are. The sounds he made drove you crazy, it’s like you could cum right then and there off of his voice alone.
He finally filled the condom up and you got off of him, watching his chest go up and down as Jason was getting his breath back.
“So,” he spoke in between breaths, “did you like it?”
“Yes” you said while fixing yourself and your clothes.
“See? You shouldn’t be so shy” he threw the used condom in a small space where he put trash.
You nodded, giggling to yourself.
“Let’s head back home, dummy. I might want to try that again. But in a more comfortable environment, you know” you suggested, and Jason shot you a look of surprise as he stopped what he was doing for a second.
“Didn’t expect you to come out of your shell like that” he smiled, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it. You snickered.
“Drive, dummy, we gotta get home”
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iheartjameshetfield · 1 year ago
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thinking abt jason putting u in a mating press rn...
god i love the way your mind works p.
he would've just gotten back from tour, and fucking missionary wouldn't be enough. he needs to be as close to you as physically possible. he would keep thrusting, pulling out completely and then bottoming out, mumbling about how much he missed you and how much he needs you, planting sweet kisses on your face
as his thrusts gets faster, his kisses get more sloppy and starts moaning against your lips, not being able to hold it in anymore. he’d be so whiney for you. “oh fuck you feel so fucking good.” he’d pretty much cry out from the pure bliss he’s experiencing. “oh god i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna cum fuck!” he’d keep repeating those words, biting down on your bottom lip when he finically finishes so deep inside of you.
he doesn’t pull out yet tho, he stays inside and you feel both of your orgasms seeping out of your pussy
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I NEED HIM NOW
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allmoshnobrain · 10 months ago
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Hello
So i was thinking of 16 and 3 with 80s jason
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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
from this prompt list │requests are open! send yours here
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
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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stevenssticks · 1 year ago
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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.
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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.
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