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reincarnationoftheparty · 2 months ago
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spot the differen-YEAH THATS RIGHT CUZ YOU CANT DUH
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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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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 5 months ago
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☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•METALLICA☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆
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☆•James Hetfield•☆
♡That'll Do It
♡Don't Stop
♡Boot Riding
♡Smutty Headcanons
♡♤Secrets in Love
♡Lunch Break
♡Stress Relief
♡Pool Float
♡Party Favor
♡Insecure Reader
♡Somnophilia
♡Hallway Madness
♡Bed Buddies
♡Squirting
♡Ulrich!reader
♡Reproductive Perversion
♡♤Not your dad but definitely your daddy
♡What Happened?
♡♤Werewolf James
♡Lost Somewhere in Time
♡Pegging
♤Misery Needs Company (pt.1 + pt.2)
◇ What Christmas Is All About
♡ Taking Your Virginity
♡♤ Favourite Crew
☆•Lars Ulrich•☆
◇Godmorgen
♡Submissive Lars
☆•Kirk Hammett•☆
☆•Cliff Burton•☆
♡Holding Hands
♤He's Still playing
☆•Jason Newsted•☆
♡Switching Positions
♡First Time Together
♡ Christmas Cheer
♡ smut
☆•Robert Trijillo•☆
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♤ angst
◇fluff
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mirkhammett · 7 months ago
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pls send me thots especially for kirk.. baby’s taken over my life rn o.o
he’s so silly i need to play with his hair and give him pretty bows ^_^
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I NEED THEM SO BAD RAAAHHHHHH
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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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allmoshnobrain · 5 months ago
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Hello, lovelies! 
I decided to try taking part in kinktober for the first time this year. The stories will be all reader inserts and mostly less than 2k words unless I get in the mood to write longer ones. I’m not sure I’ll be able to post every day, but I did come up with a 31 prompt/pairing list that I fully intend to finish even if it takes a while!
Fandoms featured: Metallica/Megadeth, Venom (band), Call of Duty, Supernatural, Naruto 
You can also participate in the 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!
(I may still write non featured requests outside of kinktober, though. And if I get no asks for any of the characters I’ll just choose something to write about them on my own lol).
Free spaces available: Sam Winchester (SPN), Jason Newsted (Metallica), Cap. John Price (COD), Kakashi Hatake (Naruto), Cronos (Venom) 
I will keep posting my other stories and requests like Valley of Roses if I write them, even with kinktober going on!
You can check the full list with characters and prompts for the month below:
Week 01: 10/01 to 10/05
10/01: Caught in the Act + Voyeurism | Jason Newsted x Reader x James Hetfield
10/02: Gun Play | Dean Winchester x Reader
10/03: Biting + Hickeys | Dave Mustaine x Reader
10/04: Sex Toys + Public | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader
10/05: Blindfold + Group Sex | 90’s Metallica x Reader
Week 02: 10/06 to 10/12
10/06: FREE SPACE | Cronos (Venom) x Reader
10/07: Edging | Kirk Hammett x Reader
10/08: Mirror Sex | Cronos (Venom) x Reader
10/09: Breeding Kink | Kakashi Hatake x Reader
10/10: Size Kink + Gentle Dom | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader
10/11: Dacryphilia + Spanking | James Hetfield x Reader
10/12: FREE SPACE | Jason Newsted x Reader
Week 03: 10/13 to 10/19
10/13: Cockwarming + Begging | Dave Mustaine x Reader
10/14: Degradation + Angry Sex | Dave Mustaine x Reader
10/15: Phone Sex | Lars Ulrich x Reader
10/16: Public Sex | Cap. Price x Reader
10/17: Choking | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader
10/18: FREE SPACE | Cap. Price x Reader
10/19: Praise Kink + Daddy Kink | James Hetfield x Reader
Week 04: 10/20 to 10/26
10/20: Aftercare | Cliff Burton x Reader
10/21: Masked Kink | Kakashi Hatake x Reader
10/22: Car Sex | Cliff Burton x Reader
10/23: Filming + Threesome | Lars Ulrich x Reader x Kirk Hammett
10/24: FREE SPACE | Kakashi Hatake x Reader
10/25: Bondage | Lars Ulrich x Reader
10/26: Thigh Riding + Handjob |  Dean Winchester x Reader
Week 05: 10/27 to 10/31
10/27: Virginity Loss | Sam Winchester x Reader
10/28: Friends with Benefits + Keeping quiet | Jason Newsted x Reader
10/29: Period Sex | Kirk Hammett x Reader
10/30: FREE SPACE | Sam Winchester x Reader
10/31: Halloween Special: Sex Pollen + Fuck or Die | Dean Winchester x Reader
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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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orions-choker · 6 months ago
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Hiii can I request sharing a bed with 80’s Kirk and Jason and they fight for your affections before realizing that they can just share you??
In The Middle ( Jason x Reader x Kirk )
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Warnings: Threesome, Face-fucking, Unprotected Sex.
Word Count: 3,247
(Sorry this took so long to get to! Also I realize now that you didn't explicitly request smut but that's all this is so woops! If you would like something SFW please shoot me another request)
“So who’s bright idea was it to only book two rooms?” James growled, breaking the thick tension that had settled amongst the group. The five of them stood in the mostly empty hotel lobby, body’s slack from the exhaustion settling deep into their bones. 
The bright fluorescent lights overhead had Y/N wincing, she could feel the tension coiling at the front of her head. “One of the roadies, it doesn’t fucking matter man lets just figure out who’s sleeping where.” She stumbled backwards into one of the old armchairs. Her fingers rubbing at her temples to ease the growing pain. 
There were some more dissatisfied rumblings amongst the boys. They hadn’t been forced to share a room in a while, and while they could normally afford to book an extra couple rooms had this occurred, the hotel was fully booked. “So we have to split into a group of three and a group of two.” Kirk, the only voice of reason at the moment, spoke up. “I call dibs on Jason.” 
Jason’s brow raised curiously. “I mean I’m flattered but why?” He asked, shuffling the weight of his bag from one shoulder to the other. His eyes darted towards where Y/N sat. The obvious choice would be to pick her as a roommate. 
A childhood friend of Lars’s Y/N had started tagging along on the tours as a sound tech. She had grown increasingly close with all the boys, particularly Kirk and Jason. Possibly because they weren’t the only ones actively trying to sleep with her at every opportunity. It had been a band decision to keep her on their personal bus. 
“Because the other two smell like booze and won’t shut the fuck up.” Y/N filled in helpfully, standing back up. “Which is why I’m choosing you guys as well, that settles it. They can share the other room.” She hoisted her bag up, wandering towards the elevator. 
Lar’s and James shared a disappointed look. “That’s not fair I’ve known you the longest, shouldn't you want to room with me?” Lars trailed after her, offense dripping from his slightly slurred words. She didn’t dignify the outburst with a response. 
 With a chime the elevator doors popped open. The five of them piled inside, bodies pressed together as they shoved inside the cramped space. Y/N had been shoved to the front, pressed against the doors by James' much larger body caged around her. Her elbow rocketed back into his stomach, forcing him further away from where he had pressed into her back. There was a soft grunt but no other protest. 
Bidding their farewells to each other in the hallway Y/N turned to the waiting door of their room. She fumbled with the key tiredly before heaving the heavy door open. “I call dibs on the shower first.” The door to the bathroom closed behind her and nearly instantaneously the shower rumbled to life. 
As the two boys entered the room Kirk groaned. “Fuck seriously, there’s not even two beds.” He walked around the king sized bed, dropping his bag on the floor unceremoniously. “Jase check if the sofa pulls out into a bed.” He nodded towards the couch behind him. 
Jason nodded, moving to tug the cushions off the couch in search of a lever to pull it out. He turned to Kirk with a frown and a shake of his head. “We’re just gonna have to make due.” The bed sprawled out, large enough to fit the three of them comfortably but there would certainly be no personal space. 
“One of us could sleep on the floor.” Kirk offered helpfully, already stripping down to his underwear and sitting on the edge of the bed. With the hair tie around his wrist he pulled his curls back into a low ponytail. 
Following suit Jason slipped into a pair of pajama bottoms, leaving his chest bare. Typically he would sleep in the same amount of clothes but he figured he would be courteous for Y/N’s sake. He cocked an eyebrow at Kirk, eyeing his nearly naked state. “Well if you aren’t going to put on any clothes you're volunteering right. Don’t think Y/N deserves to be subjected to your dick pressed against her all night.” 
Kirk scoffed at him. “As if dude.” Despite that he reached down into his bag, pulling a pair of shorts out. “Let her choose who sleeps on the floor then.” He grumbled, clearly annoyed from being over tired. He grabbed the remote on the side table, flipping through the channels until he landed on a movie marathon of sorts. 
The two boys sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the sound of the running water to cease. The room filled with steam as Y/N stepped out dressed in an oversized shirt as a nightgown, stopping just at mid thigh. Her hair falling in damp ringlets down her back. “You guys are still awake?” She asked confused, ruffling her head with a towel before tossing it into the laundry hamper. 
“Waiting for you.” Jason coughed awkwardly, forcibly dragging his eyes from her bare legs to her face. “There’s only one bed so uh, which one of us do you think should take the floor?” He asked. His leg bounced nervously. 
She turned to the large bed then back to the boys confused. “Seems big enough for all of us, don’t you think?” Her bottom lip jutted out into a pout. “I mean if not I can sleep on the floor I guess.” She shrugged crawling onto the mattress. Her shirt slipped higher up her thighs as she moved to the middle.
Kirk’s mouth went dry, stuttering over his words as he joined her on the bed. “I mean we just thought, never mind.” He shook his head. He waited for a hesitant Jason to join on the other side before leaning over to flip the light off. 
The room was cascaded in darkness, the three of them tucked cozily between the sheets. Y/N turned on her side facing Kirk in the darkness, her leg tossed across his casually. The skin to skin contact sent a shiver up his spine. It left her back pressed against Jason's chest. 
There was a gentle tug at her waist as Jason snaked his arm around carefully, pulling her closer to him. The sudden loss of contact didn’t go unnoticed by Kirk. Frowning he hooked his leg around hers once more to keep her in place. “Okay guy’s knock it off im not a fucking rag doll.” She sighed. Her disappointment echoed off the walls. She felt Jason mold himself to her from behind, his body heat radiating around her comfortably. 
“Well I don't understand why Jason gets to have you all to himself.” Kirk whined attempting to tug the girl once more, meeting resistance. Y/N could see the annoyed look on his face and she groaned. 
She pushed Jason’s arms from her waist shuffling over. “I'm not dealing with this unless you guys learn how to stop acting idiots.” She curled in on herself, shutting her eyes in a last ditch attempt to sleep. 
There was a gentle ghosting of a hand across her waist, she couldn’t tell who it was. “Listen I know how to share, Kirk’s the one who needs to learn.” Jason’s voice was low in her ear. She could surmise it was him leaving the teasing touches across her skin. 
There was a sudden extra set of hands on her, moving up from her stomach and coming to rest just beneath her breasts. Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat at the bold move. “I know how to share.” Kirk’s sweet boyish voice sounded a little more needy, desperate. 
Y/N sat up, knocking the hands away from her body. “When did I say anything about sharing?” She glared at the two, her eyes adjusted to the dark just enough to make out their forms. “Last I checked I wasn’t a toy, nor did I agree to fuck either of you.” She scoffed angrily. She shuffled up to her knees. “Maybe if you asked nicely.” 
The speed at which the two boys sat up was amusing, earning them a giggle from her. Even in the dark she could make out the silhouettes of the matching tent’s in both of their pants. Kirk was tugging her forward, his hands gripping into the flesh of her thighs so that she was hovering over his lap, Jason was behind her quickly, pushing the fabric of her shirt up over her hips and exposing her underwear. “You mean it?” Jason asked, his lips ghosting across the outer shell of her ear. 
Kirk stared up at her in amazement as she swiftly tugged her shirt over her head. Her tits falling with a small bounce as she freed them from the fabric. She reached behind her, tugging Jason’s hand forward to feel the warmth radiating from her core. “What do you think?” She whispered, letting out a content sight as Kirk’s hands came to rest on her chest. 
“Fuck, you’re pretty.” Kirk groaned, his thumbs playfully rolling over the hardened nubs of her nipples. “You really want to take both of us?” Unable to hide the eagerness in his voice. Jason’s hand slipped beneath the waistband of her underwear, his fingers sliding between her wet folds, gathering the slickness between his fingers. 
Her legs shuddered at the sudden touches, head tossing back against Jason’s shoulder with a moan. He took the opportunity to latch himself to the exposed skin of her neck. “F-fuck, yeah wanted you both for awhile now.” She gasped, her hands gripping onto Kirk's wrists gently. 
With a wet pop Jason pulled off her neck, lapping gently at the bruise he had formed there. “Tell us, how did you think about us fucking you baby?” He asked sweetly. His fingers found her clit, rubbing slow circles causing her stomach to convulse and tighten. 
Beneath her Kirk rolled his hips, The hard head of his cock straining against his pajamas as he rubbed up into her. A sweet whine filled the air as Y/N leaned into the eager touches across her body. “Oh,” She breathed out heavily. “Want you in my mouth.” She said locking eyes with the boy beneath her, her nails dragging down his arms leaving light pink scratches across his tanned skin. 
Her head craned to the side, capturing Jason’s lips against her own for a fleeting moment. “And you from behind.” She whispered, her breath ghosting across his skin. In one swift movement Jason had tugged her back, his hand splaying heavy across her skin as he pushed her forwards. 
She was left with her ass in the air, face pressed into Kirk's hip bone as her fingers scrambled against the sheets trying to steady herself. She laughed breathily at the eagerness. The skin was cold against her ass as the fabric of her underwear was tugged down her thighs. Her gaze drifted upwards, locking onto a wide eyed Kirk. 
“You gonna blow him or what?” Jason sighed from above the two of them, his hips pressed against the fullness of her ass. There was a pleasant friction of his underwear against her fully exposed core. Y/N’s eyebrow raised playfully, taking in Kirk’s stunned face. Her fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his bottoms as she tugged them down. Beneath her touch she could feel the warmth radiating off his skin like a furnace. 
Each inch of skin exposed left her feeling breathless, she followed the neat trail of hair down his abdomen, pressing soft kisses across the skin. Y/N pulled back slightly as she released him from the confines of his pants and underwear. His cock sprung forward, brushing past her cheek inciting a giggle from her. 
It was pretty, curved slightly to the side and resting just beneath his belly button. The head was swollen and shiny with pre-cum. “Please,” Kirk’s desperate plea stirred Y/N from her admiration. His knuckles gripped the sheets, mouth parted open slightly as he looked down on her eagerly. 
The way his voice caught in his throat sent another wave of heat through Y/N’s stomach. She wasted no more time, dipping her head down, lips wrapping against the leaking head of his cock. The guttural noise it earned her had her moving down further. He was pleasantly heavy in her mouth, pressing down on her tongue as she took him deeper into her mouth. 
She kept her eyes locked onto his with each inch she took, Until her nose was pressed flat against his skin, the head knocking against the back of her throat. “Fuck, Y/N.” He gasped out, hands coming to tangle themselves in her hair. He held her there gently, with just enough force to keep in her place as he rocked his hips forward. 
The motion had her gagging, the sudden constriction around his cock leaving Kirk tossing his head back against the pillows. Tears sprang to her eyes as her nails dug into the skin of his thighs. It was so overwhelming that Y/N nearly forgot about the man behind her, his heavy hands a comfort against her waist. 
It wasn’t until she felt fingers pressing into her she recalled Jason was present in the room as well. She squealed  around Kirk’s cock as Jason's fingers worked her open delicately. The slickness between her legs was sticky, running down his hand as he curled his fingers. 
It had her keening back, raising her hips higher into the air. Her eyes fluttered shut from the stimulation. Kirk and Jason were relentless, each thrust of Jason’s fingers inside her sent her forward further onto Kirk. “God, look at you.” Jason groaned as he pulled his hand back, a rush of warmth spilled between her thighs as she was left empty. 
There was a slick sound behind her, Jason’s breathy moans joining Kirk’s in a pleasant harmony. She couldn’t see behind her with Kirk buried in her throat but she could hear the wet sound of Jason’s hand moving across his length. Using her slick to make the glide easier. She wiggled her hips towards him eagerly. 
A harsh tug on her hair had her eyes snapping up to Kirk, a lazy grin plastered on his face as he continued to fuck into her mouth. “Look at me while he fucks you.” He commanded her, tone lower and a little more raspy. It had her stomach doing flips, it seemed uncharacteristically explicit coming from his sweet voice. 
Obediently she kept her eyes trained on Kirk as she felt Jason's cock rubbing against her entrance. Her eyes widening as he pushed into her. Each inch felt like a near impossible stretch. Her nails dug deeper into Kirk's skin as she cried around him. To say Y/N felt full was an understatement. She could hardly breath, feeling like Jason was in her stomach and Kirk shoved as far down her throat as possible. 
“Fuckin’ tight.” Jason hissed, his hips were pressed flush to her ass. “We’re going to ruin you.” He moaned, he pulled back lightly, the drag of his dick inside her had her clenching around the small loss. A harsh snap forward had her moaning, the vibrations around Kirk’s cock had his hips bucking up. 
They fell into a harsh rhythm just like that, Jason’s quick harsh thrusts matching Kirk’s frantic fucking of her face. Y/N fell limp, allowing the men to move her as they needed, too overstimulated to contribute anything aside from her body. Unable to protest as each orgasm rocked through her body, sending her release across Jason's girth, making it that much wetter. 
Her thighs trembled, only being held up by Jase’s strong grip on her ass. “Fuck, can I come in your mouth pretty girl?” Kirk asked sweetly above her. It seemed like a cruel joke to ask her a question with her mouth full. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully and smiled around him. Her breathing was heavy, being forced through her nose she felt lightheaded. 
Kirk pulled her head back harshly, just the tip of his cock resting against her lips. She sucked in a breath, the sweet relief of air filling her lungs as she opened her mouth. Her tongue laid out flat as he fucked himself against it. His release came with a loud moan, warmth coated her mouth, a small amount splattering across her cheeks. “Oh my god,” Kirk stuttered out, his dick twitching with the last of his climax. 
She swallowed eagerly, salty and warm it burned slightly going down her throat. Jason's thrusts behind her were relentless, her head dropped to Kirk’s hip as his grip in her hair loosened. Her voice was blown out as her cries echoed off the hotel room walls. 
No longer gagged, her moans overpowered the animalistic panting coming from both men. If there had been an ounce of shame left in her body she would feel bad for whoever was in the neighboring rooms. Jase’ was quick to flip Y/N over, man handling her body so her back was pressed against the mattress. 
She looked up at Jason with a grin, her lips puffy and swollen, the remnants of Kirk’s release across her otherwise unblemished skin. He caged her in, his body fully enveloping her own as he leaned forward. Her body bounced obscenely as Jason drilled his cock into her. The sheer force had the headboard knocking back into the wall. 
“Want you to come in me, please” Y/N whimpered, her arms coming to wrap around Jason’s neck. She felt a wandering hand across her body as Kirk leaned forward, pressing his fingers against her clit. She gasped at the sudden touch, she thanked whatever god existed for making Kirk a guitar player as he worked her hard and fast. 
There was a shared grin between the boy’s as Jason fucked her with reckless abandon. “Whatever you want, baby.” He assured her, leaning down to kiss her as his hips jerked forward then stilled. There was a sudden warmth inside her as Jason bottomed out completely, his length twitched as he let out a final groan against her lips. 
Time came to a stand still. The room was silent aside from the three’s heavy panting. Her body weak against the mattress as Jason’s weight rested on top of her, Kirk beside her still trailing his fingers across her skin. Slowly as Jason softened he rolled to the side, laying beside her. 
The mixture of their orgasms was sticky between her legs, dampening the sheets beneath them as well. She shuddered as the cold air hit her body. "Now none of us can sleep in the bed.” Y/N grimaced, kicking the sheets away from underneath her. “And I need another shower.” 
Kirk’s soft laughter was a stark contrast to the filth that had just occurred. His arms came to wrap around her naked waist. “C’mon just enjoy it for a second.” Another pair of arms wrapped around her next. 
There was no war this time, both men entangling themselves with her easily. “Just give us a moment.” Jason breathed out with a smile. “Plus we can all shower together.” She could feel his cheeky smile against her shoulder as he pressed his face against her. 
“Jesus you two are fucking insatiable.” 
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myfriendofmiseryyy · 5 months ago
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Random 90s Jason newsted HCS!!!
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He’s not exactly opposed to settling down,he divorced Judy not to long before you met,but when you do meet OH HE IS DOWN BADDD! He constantly flirts with you and always wants to be around you,if you are a roadie he will always “accidentally do something to his bass” so he can spend time with you,you guys end up talking for hours on end about your music influences and how the other guys kinda get on your nerves.
He won’t ask you out straight away,he will probably wait a few months to figure out the feelings he is feeling for you,weither its lust or he actually likes you,once he does figure it out though…he’s a gentleman,he will take you out to your favourite restaurant and you guys will go on a typical first date followed by either walking around the city for a bit or him taking you up to the edge of the city so you can see the sunset on the skyline,he would actually be so nervous,he’s constantly stuttering over his words and doing that shy smile which you think is adorable! By the end of the night you end up in his arms,he really wants to kiss you there and then but he waits until at least the second date,he manages to sneak in a peak on the lips when saying good night though.
He’s not to much of a big spender,more of a small thoughtful gift kinda guy,he will take mental notes of your favourite food orders and drinks even before you were together,and always brung them to you on a hard day,he also almost every week buys you flowers “because you deserve it” he will make mixtapes of the songs you listened to together,he has about 50 of them in total,all kept safe in a box.
When the time comes where you two get intimate,he can be either quite rough or very very loving and soft…it honestly depends on the situation you guys are in,if he has just come home from a long tour,with the guys constantly bullying and being mean to him,he can sometimes be a bit rough,saying stuff like “your mine,you belong to me and only me” as he sets a rough pace,or he can be the opposite and just want validation of how much you love him,and you spend the whole day under the sheets making sure he knows how much he means to you and how much you love him. On special occasions,he always pulls out the big guns,roses on the bed,candles,bubble baths,you name it he’s probably done it for you at some point.
He always will let you borrow his hoodies (even if they are too small for you) if you are insecure about the fact you are bigger than him he will always find a way to make you not feel insecure about yourself,he loves you and he will constantly tell and show you that.
He will always let you run your fingers through his hair when he had the long hair,he knows how much it grounds and calms you down after a long day
He’s always so goofy,you guys could be having a serious conversation and he will turn it into something funny,and you love that about him,he’s never failed to make you laugh after a hard day,or make you laugh until you are crying over something stupid you both somehow found funny. There has even been times where you had to stop mid sex because he was making it so hard not to laugh…
That’s all I can think of right now 😭 I love him sm
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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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reincarnationoftheparty · 3 months ago
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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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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)
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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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90shetfield · 1 month ago
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Lessons - Jason Newsted x f!Y/N
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When Y/N gets the opportunity to learn bass from Jason Newsted she takes it, excited to be learning from her literal idol. Is it only lessons though? Or is there something more to it as soon as she sets eyes on him..
Genre: Fluff W/ some suggestive themes at the end!
Word Count: 1376
Lessons
1991
You’ve always wanted to learn an instrument just not sure which one you would see. All these guitarists melting peoples faces off with their earth shattering distorted noise as they rip through a solo. Sure that was cool, but it just wasn't for you. The guitar is always an instrument that everyone wants to play. You much prefer being in the background focusing on laying down the rhythm section
Then the Bass came to mind. The bass could be one of those show off instruments or it can just be a foundation and you loved that. The low tones as you pluck the E string with your finger still not calloused yet from inexperience. Everything about this instrument made you more and more obsessed by the day. The all black matte body with a mahogany fretboard, every time you saw your bass in the corner of the room you would smile at how pretty it is.
Just one problem… You didn't know how to play it.
At all…
Sure you know that you can use your fingers as a walking pattern or even a pick, but you’re especially starting from nothing. None of your family members play instruments or even listen to that much music so you couldn't ask any of them. The next step was to find someone to help you learn the basics or even more to the instrument.
That's why you’re sitting in a random room in this guy's house while he gets something you can't even remember what he was getting. The room was filled with band posters and had a few stands for his basses. Some papers were scattered around leaving your eyes to gaze. One of the papers had a title on it called “my friend of misery”
Now you knew he was in Metallica trying so hard not to fangirl over THEE Jason Newsted but every time you saw his long curly locks or his grayish blue eyes you’d remember that the whole reason you’re learning this instrument was seeing how he played it. When you would watch their videos or interviews on MTV your eyes would be locked on the quiet and reserved bassist.
You heard the sound of the door opening, there he was flipping his hair out of the way handing you a bottle of water. You take it, cracking it open and sipping a little before placing it down on the floor.
“Sorry the rooms a little messy” He sighs trying to make it look a little presentable for you. He runs a hand through his hair letting out a soft grunt realizing he's not gonna get it all cleaned in 30 seconds. He sits down in front of you giving you a small smile.
“Oh don't worry about it Mr. Newsted!” you respond a little nervous, not even a little you were really nervous. From what you’ve heard he doesn't want anybody in his house for lessons. Somehow he still let you come though. Just the thought of that made you blush a tiny bit.
“You don't have to call me that, you can just call me Jason” He lets out a small laugh, grabbing one of his basses from the stand. Both you and Jason’s basses look almost identical, whether you did that on purpose or not, we’ll never know.
“Okay, so how much do you know about the bass?” His soft voice gives you reassurance, that it's okay that you don't know anything. “I-i- actually don't really know anything, I know you usually don't take people for lessons due to how you're a famous rockstar and everything but im really struggling. I decided to learn this really late” You look to the side avoiding his promising gaze. It's embarrassing to be such a beginner in front of a literal bass god!
He holds your chin in his hands lifting your face up. He smiles at you again immediately making all the thoughts of not being good enough disappear with one touch. Your cheeks flush up a slight hint of a dusty pink. God you hope he doesn't see how his touch is making you feel.
“Listen, I don't normally take people in general. Fame or not, but you have potential. I can see it. You’ve got connections how else would you have contacted me, you went for me instead of all the other bassists in the world I like you” He releases your chin from his grasp softly not wanting to hurt you. Your cheeks flush up even more. “Shit he can totally see it now” you tell yourself.
That was true, Your good friend used to work with Metallica actually and recommended Jason. She asked and he agreed on it surprisingly. Jason Newsted always just likes to sit back and be his own shoulder. You can tell that bothers him a lot though, being so alone at times.
“Okay enough of that let's get started!” Jason inched his chair closer to you resting his hand on his thigh.
“Do you know what an e string is?” You nod hitting the first string, The lowest one. His face lights up already looking so proud for such a little thing. He runs through the rest of the open notes with you doing little mannerisms that you pick up on. Everything he does is cute, the way he would guide your fingers to a string or when he would bite his lip in anticipation yelling out joyfully when you did get it.
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Finally as the clock struck 8 pm he wanted to teach you a simple scale but you couldn't get it no matter what you did. Probably because your fingers hurt really bad being sore and aching from the non stop playing they’ve endured.
“Shit! Sorry Jason, I don't know whats getting over me” You answer honestly feeling scared that you couldn't get it.
“Here let me just show you” He gets up, gets behind you and kneels down. You feel his hot breath on the side of your neck as you tense up. Not because you were weirded out but because you were in such a close position with Jason. He took your hand in his placing your fingers on every single fret guiding you towards it. With every note change the air would get thicker and thicker.
His face turned to look at you. His eyes looking down at your lips then back up at your eyes. The grey tint in them almost makes them look mysterious. His lips part not wanting to look away from you. Your eyes flutter, taking your hand and wrapping it around his long hair.
“Y/N..” he muttered, clearly feeling this too.
“J-Jason” You inch your face closer to his seeing if he’ll take the bait.
He trails your jawline with his rough calloused finger looking at you deviously. He gripped your arm tightly probably leaving marks later  but you really didn't care. All you could think about was how he tasted
What are you doing though Y/N!? Yeah he's cute and he's just your type, but he's your mentor, the man you looked up too. You’re his student and he's the teacher. You guys might be the same age but it just doesn't feel right.
At the same time it feels so right… Like you’ve wanted this ever since you saw them live a couple of months ago.
You needed this, and clearly so did he because his lips crashed into yours pushing your bass out of the way he climbed on top of you still kissing you needily. Your bass ended up somewhere on the floor as you and Jason made out. He pulled away panting. His cheeks red and flustered with his soft pink lips. He looked like a mess and god was it hot.
“I'll see you next week then huh?” he giggled still catching his breath, he pecked your cheek before getting up from off of you running a hand through his hair again. The pink on both our cheeks is not going away anytime.
“Yeah next week” You respond tilting your head back trying to hide how happy you were.
Sorry if this is short or just not up to expectations!! I might make a part two depending how this goes!! I have a lot of other fics to finish and post so I'll be back for a little while but I'll probably be taking a break again just this fic was already finished so I thought I'd post it.
tysm for reading I love you all!! </3
-Maxine
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nausicaamusiclover20 · 5 months ago
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/Introductory post/
Hello, I'm Nausicaa and I’m a recent fanfiction writer on Wattpad. But I decided to publish here on Tumblr.
My first language is not English, so if I make any mistakes please correct me!
If you have any requests, feel free for ask anything!
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Masterlist❤ Metallica
-James Hetfield-
The night we fell in love
Her smiling remedy
Tears and rain
Eyes of an angel, cold heart as ice
Notes from mon coeur
A night at the bar
One more chance
After the storm
A nerd's heart in a rock star's world
A New Beginning
Beyond the darkness
Finding our way back
Criminal love
Sweet obsession
Come back
Always you
Rewrite the past
You're still the one
Love reclaimed
Husband material? Ask the cheerleader!
Burning desire Burning desire pt2
Behind the rockstar
Too hot to handle
Fix us
Under the Shower's Touch
Just trust me, you'll be fine
Hurtful Word
Reckless love
Wrapped in love
Just the way you are
Healing touch
Playing with fire
Ink to ink
Two birds
Endless Affection
Breaking Through
Craving the forbidden
Where did you sleep last night? pt2 pt3
How's dating James Hetfield?
Decorating with Metallica: Chaos ensues
The wind rises
Burning winter
Lost in her touch
Back to December
-Kirk Hammett-
Horror movie night
A carnival of sweet surprises
Dancing in the kitchen
Disaster Chefs
Heaven beside you
Dancing with the waves
Bound in love
Lights, camera, love
Edge of desire
Safe in his arms
My immortal
Love and snowball fights
Just us two
A night among the stars
Trusting him
-Lars Ulrich-
A romantic dinner...with "some" unexpected events
Drunk N' Love
A rewritten love
Goodbye, my first love
She's gone
Held in desire
-Jason Newsted-
A cat, a record, and a kiss
Sick in his arms
When the rain fell
Blanket buddies
Backstage Temptation
More than anyone
The reason I stay
In the shadows of desire
Soundcheck crush
Soundcheck confessions
Moans in the dark
Whispers of the forest
-Cliff Burton-
Picture of us
Tea party
A song for you
Hugs and Warmth
-Dave Mustaine-
Lost in the moment
Backstage temptation
Laundry room secrets
His mistress
Tangled up in trouble
Guns 'N' Roses
-Slash-
More than a hot body
Alice in chains
-Jerry cantrell-
Wicked game
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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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