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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
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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Okay so it's Christmas and 80s!Jason and fem!reader are roommates and both of them are too broke to go back home for the holidays so they just spend them together and the Christmas spirit brings them closer (fluff,smut)
❤️💚❤️💚❤️
Warnings: smut, fingering (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
He looks so cute in this picture I can’t 🥹

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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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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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?"
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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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Lessons - Jason Newsted x f!Y/N
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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Festive fumbles

You and Jason decorate for Christmas and end up making love on the floor in front of the christmas tree.
Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ Smut
It was the first week of December when Jason and I decided it was time to get our christmas tree. We headed to a local tree farm and spent almost an hour searching for the perfect one. Finally, we found it, a tall, full tree that would look great in our living room.
With my help, Jason attached the tree on top of the car and secured it safely for transport before we drove it home. Once we got it inside, Jason set it up in the stand, while I gathered the decorations. We had boxes full of ornaments, lights, and other christmas decor that we had collected over the years.
As Jason left me to start decorating the tree, while he went out to walk the dog, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. Christmas was my favorite time of the year, and I loved the way our house looked when it was filled with holiday cheer.
The smell of fresh pine, the twinkling lights, and the cozy warmth of the fireplace all combined to create a magical atmosphere that always made me feel like a kid again.
I even convinced Jason to get matching christmas sweaters with me, just for fun. Looking down at myself wearing it, I smiled bemusedly at the hideous print.
Chuckling to myself, I started to open the boxes filled with lots of decor, pulling out the green pine garland first, sprawling it on the floor chaotically.
I began to untangle the fairy lights before neatly wrapping them around the tree.
The soft glow of the lights danced across the branches, casting a magical spell over the room.
As I continued to decorate, the room began to transform before my eyes. The tree, once bare, was now a vibrant and glittery centerpiece and I stepped back to admire my handiwork, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction.
The lights twinkled and the ornaments sparkled, creating a magical atmosphere in our home. I couldn't wait for Jason to come back and see the result.
Deciding there was a finishing touch needed, I stepped onto a chair, that was kind of wobbly and tried adding a star on top without falling and tearing down the whole tree, determined to make it work.
Just as I managed to secure the star, I heard the front door open. Jason was back, and his voice echoed through the house as he called out. "Hey, I’m back!"
I turned my head to greet him, and in that moment, the chair wobbled beneath me. My heart raced as I felt myself losing balance, my feet slipping off the edge.
I reflexively tried to steady myself, but it was too late. I was about to fall, but before I could crash to the ground, I felt strong arms wrap around me. Jason had seen me stumble and rushed to my side, catching me midair.
His quick reflexes saved me from a painful landing, but in his haste, he slipped on the pine garland that lay scattered on the floor.
We both tumbled to the ground, landing with a thud. Jason landed on his bum, and I landed right on top of him. For a moment, we were a tangled mess of limbs, both of us letting out a groan of pain.
As I stared down at an aching Jason with me on top, I couldn’t help but laugh, and his deep, warm laugh joined mine, filling the room with a sense of humor added to the shock of my actions.
"Are you okay?" Jason asked, his eyes filled with concern, but his smile gave away his amusement.
"Uh, I think so," I replied, trying to catch my breath. "But I might have broken something. Like, you?"
Jason grimaced as he tried to move his arms and legs to check for any injuries and, thankfully, everything seemed to move without much discomfort.
"Yeah, I'm alright. But I'm pretty sure my behind won't be forgiving me anytime soon." He chuckled, still attempting to process the situation we found ourselves in.
"I'm so sorry, honey. I should have been more careful." I spoke apologetically, reaching out to straighten his glasses, not realizing that I was full on straddling him.
As my hands came up to adjust his glasses, Jason couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of me on top of him. Knowing there could be worse positions to find ourselves in. "Well that's one way to get you on top of me, isn't it?"
His playful remark sent a flutter through my chest as I realized just how close I was to him. The warmth radiating from his body seeped into mine, my hands lingering on his face, fingers brushing against his stubble as I fixed his pair of lenses.
"I suppose, I should thank you for catching me, although this was totally unintentional." I said with a nervous laugh, trying to break the sudden tension.
Jason's gaze dropped to my lips as he slowly reached up to cup my cheek, thumb stroking over my skin ever so gently. "I'd do anything to keep you safe, especially if it means landing in a heap on the floor together."
I chuckled before Jason leaned in to brush his nose against mine, making me feel all warm and tingly all of a sudden as he held onto my waist.
I found myself leaning in instinctively, drawn to the warmth emanating from his body like a magnet. Our noses brushed again, this time more deliberately, as if savoring the sensation.
His breath tickled your skin and the air between you felt heavy with desire, the room around fading into insignificance as Jason closed the remaining distance, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.
I melted against him, enjoying the moment as I moved my lips against his. A hand came to rest on my neck, holding me close as he deepened the kiss, while the other traced over my figure lovingly as we sat in the midst of pine garland scattered all over the carpeted floor.
I could feel Jason smile into the kiss, his fingers tenderly running through my hair before he pulled back with a snicker, studying my face with an affectionate gaze, making me blush heavily. "What?"
His hand slid back onto my waist, as he kept staring at me admiringly. "That sweater is atrocious, but you look adorable in it..."
I let out a huff, my face reddening as I gave his arm a smack. "Shut up. Christmas sweaters are... cute." I was about to say more, but I found myself being distracted by the way his fingers found their way to the hem of the knit piece, causing a slight shiver as they brushed against me.
"Apart from that sweater you're wearing, do you know what else would look good on you? My hands, all over you."
My face turned even hotter at his words, though they made arousal curl through me, making me want him even more. "Oh yeah? You think so?"
I moved closer, my hands running up to rest on his chest, the thought of his muscles under the fluffy material making me bite my lip. "You're going to make me go on Santa's naughty list?"
Jason smirked, his hands trailing down to my ass and squeezing before he teased. "You mean you aren't already on the naughty list?"
A smug smile appeared on my features as I adjusted my position in his lap, feeling the soft bulge underneath me. I reached out to caress the side of his face before gently taking off his glasses as he kept his eyes focused on mine.
As soon as Jason's glasses were off, his intense blue gaze locked onto mine, filled with lust and adoration. He leaned in, capturing those plush lips once more in a searing kiss that left me breathless.
One of Jason's hands slid beneath my sweater, fingers skimming across my heated skin. His touch sent shivers down my spine as he gently cupped my breast.
"You have no idea how much I want you right now," Jason mumbled against my lips, his words dripping with desire.
Breaking the kiss with a gasp, I reached for the hem of my sweater to pull it over my head, revealing a matching red bra.
Jason's pupils dilated as he took in the sight of my lacy red bra against my creamy skin and ran his hands all over me, getting hard in his pants before unzipping and pulling the jeans off my hips and sliding them down my legs.
Stepping out of the garment and throwing it aside, I got back into his lap and straddled him. His hand immediately wandered to my ass, to caress the newly exposed skin parted by a red thong, before his fingers started to dance over the damp spot between my legs.
My breath hitched as Jason's fingers brushed against my slick folds through the thin fabric of my panties. "You're so wet already," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire.
His thumb rubbed slow circles over my clit, sending shivers down my spine. "Tell me how much you want this, baby."
"Oh I need you so bad." I breathed as I gave in to the soft sensation of his fingers, rubbing me through my panties, soon pulling the material aside to run them through my wet folds, circling the entrance.
Lost in arousal and pleasure, my hand dove between our bodies to gently palm Jason through his pants, before fidgeting with the button to get it open, sliding my hand in, eager to touch and feel.
Jason groaned softly as my skilled fingers found their way inside his pants, seeking the hardness straining for release. As I fondled him inside the fabric, he returned the favor, pushing two long fingers into my dripping channel. He curled them slightly, rubbing that sensitive spot within that made my toes curl and sent sparks of pleasure through my nerves.
A moan escaped my lips as he fingered me delightfully. I stroked his velvety flesh faster, his lips crashing onto mine once more, kissing me passionately, tongues entwining. As my pliant whimpers increased, Jason pulled his digits out of me, leaving me longing for more, my fingers sloppily stroking him.
He quickly undressed from his sweater and grabbed my wrist to withdraw my hand from inside his pants. He grasped onto my thighs and gently pushed me off only to climb on top of me as he shimmied out of the rest of his clothes hurriedly.
Jason loomed over me, nude and radiant under the dim lighting, his muscular physique rippling as he positioned himself between my spread thighs. He took a moment to drink in the sight of me, flushed cheeks, heaving chest, and a look of raw desire in my eyes.
Cupping my face in his large hands, he leaned down to capture my lips again in a deep, hungry kiss. His cock, now free and pulsing with arousal, brushed against my thigh.
Releasing my mouth, he trailed kisses along my jawline, nipping and sucking gently at the skin beneath my earlobe, before whispering hotly, "So beautiful, I need that sweet cunt of yours."
I shivered in anticipation and with a swift, smooth motion, he lined himself up and sunk into my warmth with a satisfied grunt.
Jason's hips began rocking slowly against mine, my arms wrapped around his neck as breathy moans fell from my lips. Capturing my lips in a kiss, his thrusts continued at their pace while my cunt fluttered around him.
The movements became more deliberate, each thrust driving deeper into my welcoming heat. The room filled with the sounds of our mingled moans and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. My nails dug into his shoulders as I clung to him, lost in the intensity of the moment.
Breaking the kiss, he gazed down at me, his eyes dark with lust. "Look at us...so perfect together," he growled, punctuating his words with a particularly hard stroke.
As he continued to piston in and out of me, his hand snaked down to circle my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body.
The coil of tension within me, wound tighter with each passing second, threatening to snap at any moment. "Oh god, Jason! Don't stop..." I whined, addicted to the way he made me feel.
“You sound so damn pretty moaning my name, baby." He whispered into my ear, holding onto my hips to move faster before feeling me clench around him, gasping before coming undone with a loud moan as my body arched and shook.
With a strained groan, Jason buried his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin as he struggled to maintain control. But the relentless grip of my quivering flesh proved too much, and with one final, powerful thrust, he succumbed to the inevitable.
A low, guttural moan escaped him as he spilled himself deep inside of me, his seed coating my cervix in waves of heated release.
For a few moments, we both remained locked together, savoring the aftermath of our passionate union before he pulled out and moved to lay next to me on his back, the green garland tickling his skin as his breathing evened out. "Decorating for christmas sure took an interesting turn."
"It sure did, but I wouldn't want to have it any other way. Plus, I think I did a pretty good job on the tree, don't you think?" I spoke as I looked at the tree with a satisfied grin.
Jason turned his head to focus on his surroundings, as he pulled me close, staring at the glimmering christmas tree. "It looks beautiful indeed, but you're far more appealing to me than any tree could ever be."
My heart skipped a beat as his words washed over me, filling me with a sense of love and belonging. In that moment, surrounded by the magic of Christmas, I knew that this was where I was meant to be, in Jason's arms, surrounded by the beauty and wonder of the season.
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Still The Most Beautiful to me
Pairing: Current!James Hetfield x fem!reader
Summary: Cheering him up when he feels that you're too young and good for him.
Warnings: Two swear words.
A/n: He makes me want to rip all my hair out and scream he's so beautiful.
Also in this story Y/N is a virgin. You can decide on the age gap in your mind, but be conscious that as I write this I am talking about two adults, well over 25. If you'd like to imagine a younger Y/N, that's on you.
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She could see it from where she sat across from him in the hotel room's lounge; James's thoughts were getting the better of him.
He sat in the white loveseat, left ankle resting over his right knee, knuckles of his right hand pressed under his chin as said elbow rested on his thigh.
His lips pouted, along with a deep crease between his brows. As sexy as he looked in that pose dressed in all black, Y/N could see the worry etched into his frown, the droop of his shoulders.
Unable to watch a moment longer of her man in despair, Y/N crossed the lounge and went to him, joining him on the loveseat. She rested her hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze to draw his attention.
"Hey, you alright?"
She whispered. He exhaled, nodding his head, seemingly dazed. It was as if her presence snapped him out of a trance. Y/N gave James a worried glance, wondering what could be bothering him. Was it to do with the tour? Was it to do with the missing luggage? Were his children alright?
"Jamie, talk to me."
She pleaded, and he rubbed a hand across his face before turning to her with a tired smile.
"I'm alright,"
His voice was hoarse from the little use and the morning's cigar. He moved his hand to rest across hers, sparks igniting within his stomach at the feeling if her skin. Those sparks, however, were drained with the dreadful feeling of guilt. His eyes raked across her face, observing her features, taking them in as if for the last time.
"Hey,"
She brought her hand up to his face, cupping his jaw, a frown now carved into her face as well. James put his free hand over hers, stroking her skin with his thumb. '
"You're so beautiful."
He whispered, barely audible. A smile took over Y/N's face, but it did little to deter the worry.
"James."
She gave his cheek a little pinch, dragging him from the hole his mind was creeping into. His eyes glanced over her again, taking in every detail of her figure. Y/N's pulse started to increase, worried about whatever she could see he was about to say.
"I need to talk to you about something."
His eyes met hers again, and he pulled away, shifting back a bit as if to get a better view of her. Y/N's stomach dropped and her mouth went dry, she leaned her hand on the loveseat, nodding. He inhaled sharply, eyes darting to her left hand that he so yearned to adorn with a band and a ring.
"I-... I don't..."
He sighed once again, hand reaching out to hold hers lightly, she gave his hand a light squeeze.
"Y/N you're so, so beautiful. Inside and out. You're an amazing woman. Smart, kind, caring, funny, fun to be around, and did I mention beautiful?"
He chuckled lightly at his joke, and Y/N squeezed a small smile.
"And me... I'm not what I used to be. Not by a long shot. I'm old, and fading. I know that no matter what age I was, or will be, you'd have been and will always be the most beautiful to me. You'd always have been and always will be the one I adore the most."
Hope started to flicker within her chest as he spoke. Was he going to propose? His next statement, however, shattered her heart.
"But Y/N... I'm ran through. I'm old and dilapidated. You being with me, is the best gift I could've been given, especially at this age. But I can't continue to hold you back anymore. You've got a whole life ahead of you to live, and I don't want to be the old meat weighing you down. You deserve someone young and vibrant, someone closer to your age. I love you, I love you so much. I always will. And shit it's killing me to have to do this... But... I-I think it's time I let you go. Let you live your life."
She knew better than to interrupt him and tell him how utterly wrong he was, she knew that he needed to get what was inside his head off his chest. Toward the end, the last two sentences, his voice dropped to below a whisper, throat straining as he fought back tears. Her silence cracked him inside, and he withdrew his hand, wanting to get up.
"James,"
She eventually breathed, moving on the loveseat to sit right up against him, hands reaching up to cup his face. Delicate and beautiful. She gently turned his face to look at her, eyes searching across his face.
"I love you. And there is nothing you can say or do to change that. I chose you, remember? I was the one who influenced this relationship. If I thought that you'd hold me back, I never would've went to you at the wine tasting in the first place-"
"You may not see it or feel that way, but I know that I am. I'm dragging you down. I'm ripening you before your age, Y/N/N. With me you're going to settle down soon, you'll be a mother even before you've lost your virginity, well step mother, but still a mother. You're closer in age to my kids. So with me, you'll just about be fulfilling grandmother duties. Instead of partying on the weekends you'll be stuck at home, or out hunting with me, or something boring to you-"
"James Alan Hetfield. Shut your mouth. Who ever said that I didn't enjoy 'grandma duties'? And who ever said that I want to be out partying on the weekends? I enjoy the life that we have, James. I enjoy being domesticated. And most of all, I enjoy doing it with you."
"But even if you do enjoy all that it doesn't defeat the object of my physical being. I'm not who or what I used to be. I don't look the same. You're a fresh and beautiful ripe grape, and I'm a raisin-"
"Hey, you listen here to me. You are still the most beautiful man in the whole wide world to me. You are the most beautiful man I have laid my eyes on. You are so much more handsome than you realize, James. You are divine, inside and out. You, James Hetfield, have aged like that expensive wine that prompted us to meet. With every year added to your age you just get more and more attractive and delicious. I promise. Shoot me dead right now if I'm lying. You truly are so, so beautiful."
His eyes had begun to gloss over with tears, relieved by her words, and his hands came up to gently clasp around her wrists.
"And I know that you feeling this way was most likely influenced by the media. But I want you to remember this, James. I am not in a relationship with the media, the press, the public, tabloids, Instagram or anything. I'm in a relationship with you. So I frankly could not care less about their opinions. All I care about is you, James. So if you feel the need to let me go, and it is entirely your own decision, then I will respect that. Otherwise, I'm staying put."
By the end of what she had to say he gave up on holding in the tears, by the end of all that he was sure he could be comfortable around her. A soft smile broke out over Y/N's face and she leaned closer, nudging James' nose with hers. She kissed him gently, and his eyes fluttered shut. For the first time in years, he fully allowed himself to accept and embrace the love given to him. He no longer feared a potential breakup when things don't go as planned, when a hurdle comes to path. He knew that together, they'd jumped over the hurdle together, hand in hand.
She was the first to pull away, stroking his tears away with her thumbs.
"Please come to me when you need me, I promise I'll be there to the best of my abilities. I love you."
She sealed her promise with a kiss between his brows, ironing out the crease. James smiled, brighter than he had in a while and took her hand, kissing her left knuckles. She got up, taking her phone, he frowned in confusion with a tentative smile.
"Sit like you were just now, with your ankle over your knee and your chin on your fist- yes, just like that."
James shifted, sniffing and fixing his hair when he realized what she was doing, and put on his 'handsome thinking expression'. She took a photo before joining him on the loveseat.
"Look at you, model. You're hotter than all of those Victoria's Secret chicks combined."
She grinned, showing him the photo. James took the phone, holding it far enough to see, and a smile spread across his features.
"Send that to me, please."
She put her phone aside, moving to sit on his lap, and draped her arms across his shoulders.
"We're not done with this topic yet, sweetheart."
She'd adapted to using his pet names. His hands moved to lightly rest on the base of her spine.
"I love you. I love everything about you. I want you to always be aware of that. And please don't ever think that you are weighing me down, or keeping me from things. If I want to do something, I will. But I'll have you as my partner. That's the only difference. And obviously I don't expect you to go along with everything, but I expect you to know that not once have you ever held me back from doing something I wanted to do. Alright?"
James nodded, gazing up at her with a gentle smile. Her hands moved to cradle his neck and the back of his head as he pulled her into a tight hug, face tucked into the crook of her neck.
"I love you so damn much."
"I love you too, more than you'll ever know."
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Fin. If I'm correct I think this is my first publicly posted James fic. Hope it was good :)
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Me: Nah I try not to judge people too much.
My face in public:

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So sulky
#annoying puppyboy x annoyed dogboy#it's like when you get a tiny puppy#and you put them with an old dog that's stuck in his ways#and he's just bouncing off the walls and annoying the old dog#james hetfield#jason newsted#gifs#gifset#metallica#metallica gifs#jameson
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Precious puppy boy
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hi 😊
could you write something about jason coming home from the studio in a bad mood cause of the guys picking on him and reader lets him take out his anger on her by yk.. 🫣
I hope you like it!❤
Warnings: mature content, light possessive smut, mature language, smut
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The front door slammed so hard, I thought the hinges might give way. My heart jumped at the sound, the sharp crack of frustration slicing through the apartment's calm. I placed my mug down carefully on the counter, listening to the heavy stomp of boots and the unmistakable sound of Jason muttering to himself.
When he appeared in the doorway, his usual composed demeanor was nowhere to be found. His jaw was clenched, tension radiating from every inch of him, and his dark eyes burned with barely contained fury. He looked up at me for the briefest second before brushing past to drop his keys and bag onto the counter with a sharp clatter.
“Jason,” I called softly, watching him pace back and forth like a lion in a too-small cage. “What happened?”
He stopped for a second, his hands on his hips, staring down at the floor like it might give him answers. Then, he looked up, his expression unreadable but seething. “They don’t take anything seriously,” he snapped. “Every time I try to suggest something, or, God forbid, have an opinion, it’s like I’m the punchline of some stupid joke. Just a big laugh for the guys.”
I could see his hands trembling faintly as he ran them through his dark hair, his frustration bubbling closer to the surface with every word.
“I’m there to work, Y/N. To create something real. Not to play babysitter to a group of assholes who think they’re still in college.” His laugh was bitter, humorless, and it cut straight through me.
I stepped forward, carefully closing the gap between us. “I’m sorry, Jase,” I said gently, my hand brushing his arm. He didn’t pull away this time, but the tension in his body was palpable, a storm waiting to break.
“You shouldn’t have to deal with that,” I continued, tilting my head to catch his gaze. “But you can’t keep holding it all in like this.”
“What the hell else am I supposed to do?” His voice was low, gravelly, as his eyes met mine. “Smash something? Scream into a pillow? Pretend it doesn’t bother me?”
I hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath. “No,” I said softly. “You don’t have to pretend. You can take it out on me.”
His brow furrowed, his intense gaze locking onto me. “What are you saying, Y/N?”
“I mean it,” I said, stepping closer until there was barely any space left between us. My heart pounded in my chest, but I kept my voice steady. “Let it out. Use me, Jason. I can take it.”
He exhaled sharply, like he’d been holding his breath this entire time. His eyes searched mine, as if trying to gauge if I really meant it. Then, something shifted.
“You’re sure?” he murmured, his voice quieter now but no less dangerous.
“Completely,” I whispered, reaching up to brush my fingers along his jaw.
That was all the permission he needed. With a low growl, he pulled me against him, his hands gripping my waist with a raw desperation. His lips crushed against mine, the kiss rough and unrelenting, as if pouring all his pent-up frustration and anger into me. I met him with equal intensity, my hands tangling in his hair as I gave myself over to him entirely.
He broke the kiss only to whisper, his voice dark and hoarse, “Don’t hold back, Y/N. I’m not going to.”
“I wouldn’t want you to,” I replied breathlessly, my body already burning under his touch.
Without another word, he lifted me effortlessly, his hands firm and possessive, and carried me down the hall. The tension in his body, the fire in his eyes—it was like he was finally letting the storm out, and I was more than ready to weather it.
Jason’s grip on me tightened as he carried me to the bedroom, his steps urgent and steady. Every part of me felt electrified, his tension feeding into my own, but there was something deeper in the air—something raw.
He laid me down gently on the bed, but his hands didn’t leave my body. His fingers traced the curve of my waist, the soft skin of my hip, like he was grounding himself, making sure I was still there with him. He paused, just for a moment, to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling heavily.
“Are you sure?” he asked again, voice quieter now, his face softening as he looked at me.
I nodded, reaching up to cup his face, my thumb brushing over his stubbled jaw. “I’m sure, Jason. I’m right here.”
There was a flicker in his eyes—vulnerable, yet still brimming with that same unspoken anger. He lowered himself onto the bed beside me, his body still tense but more controlled now, like he was savoring the rare moment of calm before whatever storm was brewing.
His lips found mine again, softer this time, searching, asking for permission in a way that felt like he was truly letting me in. I kissed him back with all the softness I could muster, threading my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
“I need this,” he whispered against my lips, the rawness of his words making something in me ache.
“You have it,” I murmured back, my hands roaming to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. He let me, then mirrored the motion, helping me out of my own clothes. There was a tender urgency in our movements now, as if we both needed this to feel something real again.
As he kissed me again, a desperate dance of urgency and want. Jason’s hands explored my body with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. I gasped against his mouth, every brush of his fingertips igniting a fire within me.
“God, you’re so perfect,” he murmured, breath hot against my skin. The tension radiating off him pushed me into the mattress, the weight of his body making my heart race. His dark eyes were filled with a storm of desire—a possessive hunger that nearly took my breath away.
“Jase...” My voice was barely above a whisper, a plea layered with anticipation. He captured my wrists, pinning them above my head with a firm but gentle grip. There was something thrilling about being at his mercy.
“Don’t move,” he commanded, his tone low and rich with authority.
“I can’t make any promises,” I teased, matching the fire in his gaze with a challenge, testing the waters of this raw connection.
With a low growl, he released my wrists and began kissing a path down my body, his lips trailing hot against my skin. “You’re asking for it,” he said, pressing hot kisses to my collarbone and trailing lower. The way his mouth made contact felt electrifying, like every kiss was pulling me in further.
“Maybe I am,” I admitted, a playful challenge hidden in my words. My breath quickened as his hands slid over my thighs, teasingly close to where I wanted him most.
“Just wait until I get my hands on you,” he said, looking up at me with a smoldering gaze that made my heart race.
“Then take me," I urged, feeling bold. "I want you—every part of you.”
He didn't need to be told twice. He slid my underwear off roughly, tossing it aside before his fingers found my center. The sensation was electric, his touch teasing me, coaxing soft moans from my lips. Waves of pleasure began to pulse inside me.
“Damn it, Y/N, you feel incredible,” he groaned. His fingers moved expertly, coaxing me higher with each deliberate stroke, the tension building in my core. “I want to feel you fall apart underneath me.”
“Please,” I breathed, urgency spilling from my lips. “I need you. Now.”
Jason hesitated, a flicker of concern crossing his face. “You’re sure?” he asked, his voice a low growl weighted with need.
“More than sure,” I insisted, my voice firm despite the waves of anticipation crashing over me.
In one fluid motion, he positioned himself between my legs, the heat radiating from him igniting every nerve. He entered me with a swift, powerful thrust that stole my breath away, the sensation echoing deep within.
“Fuck,” he growled, his eyes dark and intense as he captured my lips with his, our breaths mingling in an urgent rhythm. I could feel the desire flowing between us, raw and unfiltered.
“Just like that, Jase,” I urged, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Don’t hold back.”
With a growl that resonated deep in his chest, he thrust harder, pushing us both into a rhythm of want and need. My body responded instinctively, arching into him as his movements became more frantic, the world outside fading away.
“Let go for me, Y/N,” he urged through clenched teeth, his voice thick with desire. “I want to hear you.”
“Jason!” I gasped, feeling the familiar coil of release tightening within me. I was teetering on the edge, drowning in the sensations he was pulling from me.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he encouraged, his thrusts turning frantic as he chased his own release. “Come for me.”
With a cry of his name, I found my peak, waves of bliss crashing over me as I surrendered to the moment. The intensity of our connection spilled over, and I felt him follow me, his body tensing as we both succumbed to the storm we’d created together.
Panting heavily, I fell back against the bed, his weight settling beside me. We lay there, breathless, the aftermath of our passion wrapping around us like a warm embrace.
“You’re amazing,” he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek, the warmth of his touch grounding me after the intensity we’d just shared.
“Right back at you,” I smiled, still feeling the aftershocks of what we’d just done. “I hope you know how to handle all that energy you just unleashed.”
“I’m learning,” he chuckled softly, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “But only if you promise to help me out next time.”
“Deal,” I replied, leaning in to claim his lips again, our connection solidified by the shared intensity and vulnerability of the moment.
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Hiiii
can you do 80s jason fucking you for the first time and he cums to quickly but he gets hard again in a second and he fucks like a god ?
💋
A/n: I'm guessing this isn't quite what you were talking about but I was craving soft Jason 🥹
Warnings: Smut, riding, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You'd been taking it slow with Jason for multiple reasons, he was busy with bands, he'd never been with anyone like that before, also he just wanted it to be perfect for you.
It was your birthday and Jason went all out. He took you on a walk around a park to a picnic he'd set up by a creek under a willow tree, it was quiet and candle lit and he made your favourite meal.
Then, he brought you back to his place. There was a trail of rose petals leading to the bedroom.
He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek. "Is this a good end to the night?" He asked, his voice soft as he waited for your approval. "We can just go to sleep if you want, I was just thinking... I don't know." He mumbled, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"No, no, it's perfect." You said, turning to face him. "You did great." You smiled, stretching to kiss him.
"Well then, I guess we should get going." He said awkwardly. You giggled at his nervousness and took his hand in yours, leading him to the bedroom.
You crawled onto the bed, Jason hovering over you with your lips connected. You helped him get your clothes off before he sat back to take care of his own clothes, all while you shamelessly admired him.
Jason was down to his boxers and he paused, looking you up and down. "Where... do I start?" He asked, worried he might make a mistake.
You chewed your cheek as you thought about it but Jason was already moving down the bed and positioning his head between your thighs.
His tongue was on you in a instant, lapping up your juices, dipping into your cunt and bumping his nose on your clit. Your hands were in his hair, tugging on it and pulling him closer. You’d never fucked before but he’d definitely gone down on you a few times, although he was nervous you’d also blown him on occasion.
It’s not that either of you were virgins, neither of you were exactly experienced but you weren’t virgins. Jason just wanted to it to be perfect.
Of course, that meant he had to help you cum before he could cum. Plus he just loved making you feel good so starting by eating you out was perfect in his mind.
Your back was arching off the mattress already as his calloused fingers prodded that spongey spot, drawing a gasp from you along with your first high of the night.
He let you come down from it, running the pads of his fingers up and down your sides to make you twitch. He was gentle and sweet but he wanted to get a reaction from you whenever he could, in whatever way he could.
You smiled up at him, reaching for him and wrapping your arms around his neck when he moved over you. “Are you ready, love?” He asked, kissing up your jaw and nibbling your earlobe.
You nodded eagerly, giving him a gentle squeeze, feeling your walls fluttering as he pushed himself through your folds, gathering your juices to use as lube before pushing into you. You could tell that much was already a lot for him and he refused to move, partially to let you adjust.
He groaned and hid his face in the crook of your neck, hips twitching as he came inside you, mumbling apology after apology while you held him and assured him it was fine.
When he was ready he sat up and kissed you before reaching to the nightstand and grabbing the bottle of water that was there. It was nice to just feel him inside you but you were more than ready for more, so much more, and he was willing to deliver.
"I'm sorry, love, you just felt so good." He said, chuckling softly, a bit out of embarrassment. Maybe a lot out of embarrassment. "I'll do better, I promise." He kissed your lips a last time as you smiled up at him.
"Whatever you give me I'll take." You said, pulling him back for another kiss, this one didn't break so soon and Jason started rolling his hips into yours.
He kept a slower pace, taking into account the sounds you made and when you made one he especially liked he angled himself to keep hitting that spot. His lips trailed down your jaw to your neck, leaving your mouth open for moans to slip out.
He ran a hand up and down your side before finally landing on your clit, rubbing it with his thumb to match his thrusts. Gradually he got faster, always keeping in mind how you felt and muttering praise in your ear. "You're doing so good for me, such sweet sounds." He said, kissing just under your ear.
You felt your second high creeping up on you, slowly washing over you and lasting what felt like an eternity. By the time you were coming down from it Jason was laying beside you, holding you to his side and littering your face in kisses.
Looking down you could see he was still hard and just ignoring it, despite how red he was.
You kissed his shoulder as you looked up to meet his gaze. He was smiling down at you, happy he got to make you feel good. It didn't matter all too much how much pleasure he was deriving from it, he could help himself to that later, his attention was on you.
Your attention was on him.
You moved to straddle him, grinding down on his length and hearing a soft grunt from him. "What're you doing, sweetheart?" He asked, a hand moving down to your hip. He didn't hold you still, didn't guide you, he just wanted to touch you, feel you under the pads of his fingers.
"I want to feel that again." You said, adjusting and sinking down on him, face scrunching as your body was still reeling from the earlier pleasure.
Jason laughed at that, his cute little giggle sending butterflies to your belly as you started moving on his length. He put his thumb back to your clit, rubbing it in those sweet, sweet circles.
Not wanting to make you do all the work he kept moving his hips, thrusting up into you, still watching for those pretty moans of yours. If you tried to go faster he slowed you down, you were both sensitive and he knew it, if you just let that high find you it felt better, washing over you and making you see white.
It hit you again, coming up slowly until Jason was helping you to lay down on him, only this time he didn't pull out. Instead he went faster, hips losing all sense of rhythm. Being sensitive it made you whine right into his ear, only adding fuel to his fire, your body bouncing on his until he was painting your walls with his cum, unintentionally bringing you over the edge a fourth time.
Even after he didn't pull out, keeping you on top of him and holding you tight as you both caught your breath.
"Thank you." He whispered, kissing your cheek. "Felt so good." You only nodded in respond, kissing his neck and drifting off to sleep on top of him, not minding the sticky sensation between you and only craving his warmth.
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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.

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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!METALLICA FANS!
so we recently have stumbled upon a fairly new metallica writer here on tumblr, @mustainegf, which is great because people giving the rest of the fandom media to consume and enjoy is always nice, but we have noticed a few things about their writing that just seem.. off
well, to say it simply we suspecting that they might be using AI to either write their fanfiction or help with it, which is highly unethical, since they don't even disclose it anywhere if that's the case.
not to mention how her discord server is full of minors, and she knowingly keeps exposing them to the content she creates on her platform. the fact that she is allowing minors and non minors and people with undisclosed age to make sexual jokes between eachother since the moderation is basically nonexistent is nothing but shameful, they should have a way of checking the age.
here are some things were are the most suspicious about and evidence regarding her use of ai:
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the first thing is the sheer amount of fanfiction she managed to write since her first post in march of this year. well, after adding up all of the fanfics from each of her master lists for the people she writes for + the chapters of her series, we've concluded that she managed to write roughly 312 fanfictions this year. and sure, while some of those are headcanons and shorter formats, most of her work are full on stories. which seems simply impossible, since even short stories require a bit of a thought behind them. also Elena is supposed to be an adult since she writes NSFW stories, so we assume she has some things in her life that she does outside of writing all the time.
so the second that makes us suspicious about Elena's use of AI are her character ai bots.
its surprising that her, a pretty good writer would write such vague and simple intro messages, one would think she would make them more detailed since she possesses the skill to do so, same with her coding, the bots clearly don't know who they are and are just making up stuff like badly written ai's tend to do.
here's an example.

well, If you know a thing or two about kirk, you know this is simply not true. Kirk was born in 1962, which in 1989 made him 27, he is also not half-African American. mistakes like that could be prevented by simple coding, which is very simple if you put any kind or effort into it, it's basically just using a template and putting in information about the character, along with example messages to make the bot better, which a writer shouldn't struggle with.

here's an example of the short introduction messages she tends to make for her bots, it's quite unusual for someone experienced in writing to something like this. with no backstory or any additional context whatsoever.
moving forward since we already have discussed all of the ai points, we can move on to the situation going on with Elena's discord server.





those conversations are happening between minors, which the fact that they are saying stuff like this in public discord servers is just inappropriate on its own, but this server is also accessible to adults. users upon joining can choose a role of either 18- or 18+, and yes, most people there are minors, but there are also some adults. and the fact that adults and people of undisclosed age can engage in NSFW conversations about grown men with minors, is just highly dangerous and irresponsible, since the adults are free to chat with the minors anytime, they aren't separated in anyway.
moderation isn't exactly doing anything to stop that, since most of them are minors.

to close it out, we think that Elena herself is probably a minor, since she is very secretive about her life, which well, isn't necessarily wrong but it's very weird that we basically only know her name. And being a minor doesn't make the situation on her discord server excusable, she should take responsibility like a grown up if she wants to start grown up things.
to elena: you can either sort this out with us in private or come out and admit to what you're doing.
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Hiya guys :3
so I'm probably gonna discontinue my James series due to a lack of motivation on it I'm sorry!
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