#jason newsted imagines

[mustainegf]

Just..Black Album era James...maybe Kirk too..and Jason..and Lars...fuck it, gangbang- POV: you're a groupie and they're all impatient and desperate after a show

HOLYYYY I KNOW THIS REQ IS A LITTLE OLD BUT HOLY CRAP THIS IS FUFHFFMDMSMSMS

𝐈𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 ¹⁹⁹²

From the raw chords of "Master of Puppets," I was always a die-hard Metallica fan. Then, there I was in 1992, when I scored a backstage pass to see their concert, it really felt like a dream come true.

As I walked toward the venue, air pumped with anticipation,my heart pounded.

It was everything I had expected and a whole lot more. James Hetfield's screaming voice, Kirk Hammett's solos, Lars Ulrich's pounding drumming, and Jason Newsted's bass lines made for the perfect night and always did.

I clutch my backstage pass nervously, wondering what might meet me on the other side. Whisked down a series of twisting hallways until at last I came to a door, which read, in no uncertain terms, "Private." My heart pounding, the door swung open.

There stood James Hetfield himself, every bit as intense and magnetic as when he performed on stage. "Quite the sexy visitor, I see," he said, his low, rumbling voice at ease.

My heart stopped at his promiscuous comment. He stepped aside, and I nervously walked into the room. My eyes went wide as I took in the sight of the whole band all together.

"Hey, beautiful," Lars said, grinning up at me; there was a sparkle in his eyes. Kirk and Jason nodded, giving me welcoming smiles. I awes at Kirk’s teeth, far cuter in person than in the magazines.

"Hi…” I said as calmly as possible while my stomach was doing summersaults.

The atmosphere changed in a little while. There was this hint of lust in the air, some words being unsaid and crackling. James leaned backward on his chair, his eyes fixed onto mine which made my heart pulse.

I had to admit, James had always been my favourite of the bunch, like almost every other girl.

"You know, we don't do this usually," he said, his husky voice low. "But there's just something about you, baby.".

I swallowed, my heart racing. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely audible as I looked away.

Lars leaned forward, his grin wide. "We want you," he said simply. "All of us."

My breath caught at the implications of his words. I looked from one to another of the four of them, and in their eyes, I saw their hunger, all coming to life in different ways.

To conceive of being with all of them, these metal legends that I had loved for years, ALL AT ONCE?

"Are you cool with that?" Jason asked, his voice soft, so comfortingly Jason Newsted.

I took a deep breath, and my mind was working at full speed.

“Yes… I want this,” I begged softly, my little confidence crumbling.

James got up and crossed the room, standing in front of me. He gently reached out and cupped my face in his hand. "Good," he said in a low voice. "Because we want you too.”

His lips burned against mine, and I instantly melted into his arms as my body glowed hot with his touch. His hands stroked down my sides as he pulled me closer with a deepening kiss.

Behind, the others moved, and then hands were on my shoulders, turning me slightly as Lars and his eyes burned with lust, his mouth fierce on my neck. His kiss was more aggressive, demanding, than James', but no less thrilling.

Kirk and Jason joined him, hands and lips roughly exploring my body, their hunger leaving me breathless.

Jason worked my tank top off, along with my bra, worshipping my breasts alongside James. Kirk seemed to be in his own world, gently caressing my thighs.

They led me to the nearby couch, and I sank down onto it. Clothes were quickly shed, and soon I was surrounded, hands and mouths working in combination to drive me wild.

Jason left loving bruises along my collar bone. Lars worked his dick as he watched. Kirk tweaked with my nipples, smiling at me with those cute shark teeth.

I grazed my hand over his soft cheek, kissing him as he gave his attention to my boobs.

James took control, standing between my legs while the others toyed with me. His fingers slid down to tease around my entrance.

"You're so wet," he muttered beneath his breath, his voice rough. "Do you want this, huh baby?"

"Yes," I gasped, arching into his touch. "Please, James.”

He didn't need any more of an invitation. He slipped into me, his gaze still locked with mine as he seated himself fully inside of me. It was too much, and I cried out, my fingers digging into Kirk’s shoulders, earning a smirk from him as he kissed my cheek.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, and then began to move. His thrusts were careful, each one racking waves of pleasure through me.

As James set the rhythm, Lars moved in front of me, teasing the tip of his dick on my lips. "You like this, don't you?" he growled to me. "Being fucked by all of us."

"Yes," I moaned, my body responding to the dual sensations. “Yes, L-Lars..” I managed to stammer, whilst paying licks to his length.

The next thing I knew, Kirk and Jason were taking turns kissing me, switching between my boobs and lips and their hands exploring my body, touching places and adding to the unbelievable pleasure.

James picked up his pace where his thrusts became harder, more urgent now. "I'm goin' to cum," he hissed, eyes locked in with mine. "Do you want me to cum inside you?"

"Yes," I gasped.

A final, mighty thrust and he groaned. His release caused mine. I cried out, shaking with the feeling of the James Hetfield’s cum inside me.

James pulled out as Lars took his place. His dick sank into me in one quick thrust. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he groaned. His hands had gripped my hips now, and he had started to move.

"I'm close," he grunted, his movements quickening even further. "I'm going to cum."

"Yes, Lars, give it to me," I moaned, my body tightening around him.

He came with one last deep thrust, filling me with his warmth.

Next, it was Kirk's turn, and his touch was feather-light as he entered me. The movements were slow, gentle, his eyes locked into mine as he made love to me. So intoxicatingly contrasted was the gentleness of his bridled passion to the rougher, more urgent thrusts of James and Lars.

"You feel so good," he murmured, his voice so soft and reverent. "So perfect.”

Kirk smiled as he took hold of my ankle, kissing up my calf while he fucked me slowly.

I arched into him, meeting his slow, deep thrusts. I watched as his gorgeous black curls bounced, so much love poured into every snap of his hips.

"Gonna cum…” he whispered, his eyes all dark and burning with desire. "You ready?

"Mhmm," I gasped, anticipation building.

With one final, long push, he came, his release bringing on my own. I cried out, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. James shushed me with his lips.

Finally, it was Jason's turn. With a single, powerful thrust, he entered me. His movements were urgent and demanding, he was clearly worked up from being last in line to get his hands on me.

"You like this, don't you?" he growled, his eyes dark with lust. "Being used by all of us."

"Yes, yes Jason…," I moaned, feeling the pleasure overtake me.

"I'm close," he grunted, his movements growing jerky. "I'm going to cum."

"Yes, Jase…” I whispered, tightening my body around him.

A final, deep thrust from him and he came, filling me with his warmth.

It was right now I realized I had just been pumped full of cum by the whole band. I wonder how many girls could say they had been filled with their mixed fluids.

My body ached, my nipples sore from their relentless mouths, my pussy pulsing and dripping with their cum, my legs practically jelly from all the shaking.

With a tender kiss on the temple from Kirk, I knew this was worth it.

[ghostbustting]

Fluff with Jason Newsted

Early 80s

The two of you are just on the couch cuddling, you laying on your back and him having his head on your chest and just kissing various parts of his face every few seconds, just making him feel loved

I love fluff with Jason 😔✊️

╰┈➤“𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬'𝑺 𝑨

𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑶𝑭 𝑯𝑼𝑺𝑯„ ๋࣭⭑

Jason Newsted x Reader

The letters in the magazine enchanted me, my focus all on the eye catching images and interesting sentences the magazine had in as I hold the paper in my hands, my legs curled up on the comfortable couch Jason and I bought to place in our living room not so long ago.

It was just another normal Friday night, rain was pouring out all around the city, soaking what was once dry streets. The sound of raindrops falling fills my ears, despise my focus being on the magazine in my hand.

That’s when I hear that same voice I love for what felt like ages yelled out,

”CANNONBALL!!”

I look up immediately, my eyes widening when I found the sudden sight of my one and only boyfriend, Jason jumping onto the couch I am currently relaxing on, his arms pressing and wrapping around his knees right against to his chest while he’s getting closer and closer to landing.

With a yelp, I quickly dodged away from him, clutching my magazine onto my chest as the man in front of me land on the couch and laughed out loud with his hand holding his stomach. “God, Jase!” I huffed and hold my chest to control my heartbeat.

Still giggling like a little kid, Jason lays down on his stomach, his arms coming out to reach me and wrap around my torso, holding me close to him as he lean down, his lips pressing soft kisses on my stomach.

“Sorry, baby.” He chuckled and pulled me down so that I am laying down as well, my legs stretching out while he climb up to rest his head on my chest, one of his hand stays wrapped around my body while his other hand holds mine, placing kisses on my fingers. “How was your day, beauty?” He ask, his blue eyes looking right up at mine.

A small smile slowly crept up my face when I saw how comfortable he can easily get just by laying on me, my hand leaving his to reach out towards his curls, combing through them with my fingers. “Was alright. Pretty sure I slept half of it though.”

I answered him, my voice soft while I admire the beautiful face of Jason Curtis Newsted laying on my own chest. His eyes, his hair, the lines that appear next to his lips whenever he does that cute smile of his, the smallest imperfection in his gorgeous features, the way his eyes squeezed when he smiles wider, the shape of his jaw, and the man I love overall.

I could watch his face for hours and hours.

But what I wouldn’t be able to do is to watch his face without feeling the need to paint every single skin on his face with my kisses.

Another cute laugh leave his lips when he heard my answer, acting as an auto-command to my body as I immediately lean down and kiss his cheek at how adorable he is in my eyes, his smile getting even wider the moment my lips met his skin.

“Hey.. what’s that for, hmm?” He ask with a chuckle.

I laugh softly and shake my head before kissing his forehead, “Nothing..” I mumble with my lips right against his skin, moving slowly to his temple and pressing a kiss there as well.

When I look down at him, I found him with his eyes closed, the smile staying on his face still, his cheeks now having a tint of pink in them, the sight only encouraging me to fill his face with even more kisses, my lips longing for more of his skin.

”How was yours?” I softly spoke.

”Hmm?”

”How was your day?”

His eyelids slowly flutter back open, looking back into mine as he starts to speak, his voice just as soft as mine. “Well.. It went.. like the usual.” He smiled up at me, a hint of tiredness behind how loving his eyes looks.

Leaning down, I press a kiss on the tip of his nose this time, his eyes blinking and looking right into mine with a quite visible love behind those charming blue eyed gaze of his. Jason wasn’t really one to hide his emotions when he’s near me, he always made it clear how comfortable and transparent he seems to be around me.

It’s like something he couldn’t control.

Something he could never conceal.

Not with me in his sights, at least.

Jason suddenly spoke again, “I love your eyes.. They make me feel.. loved.” His voice came out in a soft whisper, his eyes going from my left eye to my right one, in a way almost enchanted by them.

I was quite sure he could see the sparkles in my eyes every single time I look at him, I just can’t help but admire how this beautiful man is mine, and I can’t believe he sees me the exact same way I see him.

Another kiss graze his soft skin, this time on his jaw, my hand pulling his hair away from his face so there were more of his beautiful face on display for me to paint with my kisses.

Meanwhile, he was just laying there, his head resting still on my chest while he look up at me with that soft smile as I continue to kiss all over his face. He was so used with this, and the look on his face never failed to warm my heart. The way I could immediately tell that he enjoys my love for him always got me.

And every time we have these type of moments, it seems and feels as if all of our problems have disappeared, as if nothing else matters, as if the world outside of here just.. vanished away.

A house that was once filled with the loud noises of rain falling on the pavement outside and the roof that shelters us, now turned to a safe place where it’s all quiet and it’s just the two of us here, on this couch filled with love.

Any noises that once fill our ears were hushed.

There’s just always been a kind of hush all over the world with nights like this. All I’ll be able to hear are sounds of lovers in love, all I’ll be able to see are just the two of us and nobody else in sight, and all I’ll be able to feel are how good it feels just to hold him tight into me.

Love takes over me and I just start kissing all over his face with no control, my lips unleashed and all over his lovely face, soft laughter leaving his lips while I continue. “Baby!” He laughed, his hands holding my body close to his own, his arms always able to reassure me that I am safe here, my heart beating right next to his own.

Jason then took ahold of my face, his hands now cupping my red cheeks as he pull me back and look deeply into my eyes, smiling widely before connecting his lips to mine.

My very own smile builds up as I wrap my arms around him, cuddling into him while our lips move in a gentle and loving manner of kissing. I can never describe just how nice and perfect his lips feel when they’re pressed right on mine.

When we pull back, we just stay close to each other, holding one another tight, our bodies almost molding into one from how much and how long our cuddles can get.

His head shot up and he smiled up at me, ”I forgot to tell you something..”

When those words came out of his throat, I look down at him in curiosity, a smile still on my lips as I lean down and gently place my cheek right against his own, “What is it?”

He lean closer and whispers into my ear.. his voice the only sound I’m able to hear..

”I love you forever and ever..”

That same oh so familiar sense of warmth fills my whole being yet again, my lips stretching out in the widest smile ever that my cheeks almost hurt. The love between us is something he and I would surely cherish for years and years.

[doubletalkingmaeve]

Jason Newsted sfw alphabet

Needed to get this out of my system so I can sleep peacefully again

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s extremely affectionate and he’s not scared about showing it in public. He’ll hold your hand, have his arm around you, you name it and he’s doing it. He shows affection in a lot of ways but his main language is just being around you. Since he’s touring the world every other day, he likes to spend every second he can with you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Jason would be that one friend that you take everywhere because he’s so easy to talk to and can just read the room clearly. He’s very supportive and I’d see him as the friend who comes round and helps you fix something at your house. The friendship would start either because he knew you since he was young, you were a friend-of-a-friend or he just met you on the road.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves a cuddle!!!! You’re in his arms at every given opportunity. If you’re sitting together, he’d have his arm around the back of the chair you’re sat on. He’s hugging you from behind, arms around your waist if you’re sat on him, like I said before he’s a very affectionate person. After a tough day though, he’s got his head in the crook of your neck and cuddling you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning)

He wants to settle down and he plans to, things are just a little more awkward because of the whole “band” thing. He tries his best to make the balance work and he’s not always perfect with it. He’s a lot better at cleaning than he is cooking. The food he makes is edible but if you want to actually taste something… maybe he better take a step back.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Jase is not a shy person by any means, if he’s grown to be comfortable with you, but unfortunately it’s not working out, he’d tell you in person. He’d call you over for a chat at his and maybe prewarn you over the phone. He’d probably sugarcoat things a tiny bit and I see him as someone who’d blame himself if things went wrong (even if it obviously wasn’t)

F = Fiancé (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Now, it’s obviously quite known that he isn’t exactly the most loyal man in the world but I feel like when he knows he’s found the one, he’s behaving himself. I feel like he’d wait at least a year and a half to two years before he proposes, and even then the wedding would be a couple months after that. He loves the idea of being a family and marriage is important to him.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Jason is extremely gentle. He’s one of the most patient and supportive people out there. He treats you like a gentleman and would never even dare to be caught dead talking bad about you, let alone treating you bad. He leaves soft kisses on you and is always there to listen. Doesn’t matter what the subject is, he wants you to come to him and share your problems.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

BIGGEST HUG LOVER IN THE ROOM!!! He’s constantly needy, he with smother you with hugs, especially when it’s just the two of you. His hugs are warm and tight but just the right amount. He’s always got either both arms around your waist or one there and the other over your shoulders. He could spend hours just cuddling and hugging you and that’s not an exaggeration.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I feel like after a couple weeks, but it all depends on the situation with you two. It might accidentally come out of his mouth and he just runs with it, but after a couple dates and when he feels the time is right, he’ll say it. After that, he’s always dropping it and will remind you everyday if he has to.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s not an overly jealous person, but jealousy is a normal emotion and everyone feels it some point. He doesn’t get jealous when you’re busy talking and hanging out with other men. The only expectation is when someone gets too touchy with you or says something out of line that be doesn’t like, only then does he get wound up. When Jason does get jealous though he goes deadly silent. The bubbly personality is gone and he’s fully tense. His body language and the death glares he gives speak for themselves.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses start of soft and nice. He likes to be gentle at first and if things are going well he’ll be the one to deepen the kiss. Jason doesn’t force anything on you, he can tell by the way your body reacts and he goes with it. He likes to kiss every single inch of you, but his favourite parts are your lips (of course) and your forehead. When it comes to him, I don’t think he’d every admit it unless you ask, but he has a soft spot for kisses on the side of his neck.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I mean this man is a literal child at heart so he fits right in. He’s likes to be the fun uncle and he takes that position very seriously. Him being more relaxed ultimately means you got the short straw and are now dubbed the strict one. He’s the type of person to completely spoil them even if he doesn’t realise it and whatever they want, they get. He’d gladly babysit if he’s asked to, he’d just be a great person to be around.

M = Morning (How are morning spent with them?)

I don’t see him as the worlds best morning person but I do see him as someone who is easily confused as soon as they wake up. Years of touring has left him with the “what country is this? what time? what--” questions. When he’s half awake he’s always patting his hand on your side of the bed to see if you’re still there which ends with him cuddling you to death or a sulking Jason. He’s always the one to get up and put the coffee on, but if the two of you are in no rush, then it’s cuddle time.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Once again, it depends, but even when it’s a night on tour or back in your home, expect to be served all the attention you could possibly want. The nights you’re on tour you normally have Jase talking about how good the last show was and how he’s excited for the next one. After finishing both of your night routines, you climb into bed and Jase is there with his arms wide open. You talk til you fall asleep. When you’re at home, you watch a movie or just browse the TV together until one of you gets tired. It’s roughly the same, with most nights ending up with neither of you getting sleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I think if you were friends/best friends before the two of you started dating than he’d be a lot more open to you early on. He’d tell you more personal things and how he feels about that. If you met in any other way I think he’d still be open but it might take two or three dates to get it out of him. Like I said before, he’s not a relatively shy person, he’s just private but if he’s comfortable around you, he’d be more open!

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s relatively patient. He’s just like anyone else with some things/people pissing him off more than others but he handles things well. He doesn’t immediately run his mouth, although he will easily tell you or anybody when he disagrees with something. He just gets quiet and bottles things inside of him until he feels it’s the right time to say it (which is extremely bad!!!)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’s extremely observant and whatever you say to him sticks in his head somehow. Whether you said you liked your eggs a certain way or that your great-great-grandmother’s cousin’s son’s neighbour’s dog was born in France, he’s got it memorised. Sometimes if he’s a little bit tired he might forget certain things but he’s relatively good. Important dates stick to him, he’s got your work schedule memorised. He’s just invested in your life.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

The first time the two of you met and the more banter-y conversations you have. Inside jokes makes him so happy and he’s fully prepared to tease you for years to come if you said something wrong. The first concert the two of you went to, the first time you got drunk, the first kiss, etc.. He’d also remember your reactions to when you all travel to new places that he might’ve already been to but it’s a first for you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Jason makes sure to keep his personal life far away as possible from the public. He’s known to be quite a private guy and will do everything he can to make sure that you are kept safe. He’ll talk about you briefly in interviews but won’t go into details, unless you’re comfortable with it but even then he probably won’t. If you’re going into an area that’s crowded with fans, he’ll walk closely in front of you to shield you from the cameras. For him, it would be the same thing but the other way around. You keeping his secrets private, things he says etc. I also feel like he’d appreciate you standing up for him. If someone is treating him like shit and you call them out, it would make him feel more protected.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in so much effort!!! Whether it’s a birthday or anniversary he’s always putting in so much thought about what to get you and how to make you feel special. Whenever he’s away for shows and you’re not there, he’s always bringing you back small gifts he bought that made him think of you. He just wants to make you happy. When he knows you’ve had a long day at work and he’s home, he’s getting the house ready for you and running all the errands that you’ve been behind with.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He always forgets to check the answering machine when he’s home. If he’s accidentally missed a call or let it right to a voicemail, he’s always got a “I’ll just get back to it later” attitude and he never does!!! If it’s something important he’s answering it in seconds but when it’s anyone else, he’s too lazy.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I don’t think he’s overly concerned with looks, more about what’s comfortable for him. Sure he likes to look nice but once he’s home he choose his comfiest clothes over anything, even if it looms ridiculous. When it comes to being in public/events, he’s more dressed up to keep up with that ‘metalhead’ image (😌). Of course he wants to look good for you so maybe he’ll put in a little bit of effort. Like most of these, it really does depend but generally speaking, he doesn’t care that much

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Every day that he doesn’t see you feels like it’s dragging on forever. Even though you can talk on the phone if you needed to, that doesn’t make up for you being physically there with him. He hates being away from you and tries to drag you on tour as much as he physically can. If you were to ever leave him, it would take a toll on him greatly. He’s used to putting all his energy into you and now you’re not around he feels bored and empty.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Whenever he gets home and he’s trying to get back in the momento and the swing of things, he always leaves you notes on the fridge. When he’s catching up on sleep and you’re off to work early. He’ll write a note the night before for you to read when you make your way to the fridge. It’s always either about how he’s proud of you and how you’re gonna do amazing, something he forgot to mention the other day or just plans he’s thinking of making with you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I feel like with him he wouldn’t like someone who was too overly authoritative with him and what he does. There’s a good thing with being assertive, being able to have the confidence to do what you want to do and being able to back it up, it’s something that he’s attracted to. The problem lies when they try to dictate their beliefs and feelings onto him, and this is with everyone not just a partner. For the more physical side of it, I think having a partner who doesn’t want to do anything in general might not be the best for him. Sure having a lazy day is good (especially after a tour) but he gets bored easily and always has to have something to do.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He is a VERY heavy sleeper when he’s finally sleeping in a proper bed and not some random seat on any transportation. He doesn’t really snore that much but he nearly take up half the bed. He’s either sleeping hugging the pillow or you, whichever one is closer. Once he’s fallen asleep he’s out, there’s no way in hell you can wake him up without the military getting involved. Jason normally falls asleep first, he stays up late but he’s always fatigued. Sometimes he finds it hard to sleep because of his neck so you might have to sacrifice a pillow or two.

[sanman2022]

Just spamming pics and gifs of metallica

[pockcock]

80s Jason Newsted but make it vampire

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Give em the ole razzle dazzle

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

Metallica Masterlist

⭒ James Hetfield ⭒ Requests (open)

Playtime (16+) ˚ (suggestive, bondage contemplation, ambiguous ending)

Play Me (18+) ˚ (phone sex, partial long-distance relationship, ambiguous ending)

Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with jason, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)

Summon Me (18+) It Will Come Back (18+) ˚ (demon!james, dorm sex, oral sex while standing/carrying receiver, fingering, minor blood play, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, ambiguous/happy ending)

Deprivation (18+) ˚ (breath play, hotel sex, happy ending)

Sunny Side Up (18+) ˚ (morning sex, kitchen sex, creampie, happy ending)

Missus Eat Pavement (18+) Mister Meet Gravel (18+) ˚ (rockstar!james, smalltown!reader, oral sex, ambiguous ending)

Desert Hills Motel (18+) ˚ (traveling!james, smalltown!reader, hotel sex, happy ending)

Add One More ˚ (domestic fluff, partial angst, happy ending)

Leap Of Faith (18+) ˚ (angst, backstage sex, rough sex, happy ending)

After Afterparty (18+) ˚ (fluff, hotel sex, shower sex, long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Hell's Angel (18+) ˚ (hellsangels!au, angst, violence, sex on top of a desk, drug use, happy ending)

Backseat Paradise (18+) ˚ (car sex, light angst, fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Counterproductive Tendencies (multi-chapter, 18+) ˚ part one, part two, part three, part four (fluff, smut, angst, drug use, alcoholism, semi-public sex, oral sex) ⭒ ongoing series

Needy Little Fucking Thing (18+) ˚ (softdom!james, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

(Un)Still Shots (18+) ˚ (semi-public sex, sexually explicit photography, breath play, fingering, dry humping, happy ending)

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, oral sex, semi-public sex, fingering, bondage, phone sex, mutual masturbation, creampie, happy ending)

Backstage Birthday Pass (18+) ˚ (birthday surprise, fluff, smut, oral sex, fingering, dressing room sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Kirk Hammett

A Nightmare On Elm Street ˚ (fluff, slightly suggestive, happy ending)

Scream (18+) ˚ (couch sex, rough sex, horror movie elements, happy ending)

Unwind Me (18+) ˚ (fluff, backstage sex, happy ending)

Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with jason, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, oral sex, mutual masturbation, public sex, cumshot, bondage, sex tape, roleplay, voyeurism, happy ending)

Pages Deep (18+) ˚ (fluff, smut, mutual masturbation, fingering, partial edging, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

Blood Is Pretty (18+) Don't Ya (18+) ˚ (blood fixation, blood sharing, guided masturbation, thigh riding, oral sex, sixty-nine, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Jason Newsted

Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with james, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)

Extended Cut (18+) ˚ (submissive!jason, studio sex, oral sex, ambiguous ending)

Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with kirk, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, begging, bondage, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, sixty-nine, creampie, roleplaying, semi-public sex, voyeurism, vibrators, happy ending)

⭒ Lars Ulrich

Ride The Lightning (18+) ˚ (angst, rough sex, sex against drum set, happy ending)

Baseline (18+) ˚ (partial angst, fluff, oral sex, public sex in shower room, rough sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Cliff Burton

You Make Loving Fun ˚ (domestic fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Follow My Lead ˚ (fluff, surprise birthday party, happy ending)

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Metallica Masterlist

Masterlist

James Hetfield:

That'll Do It

Don't Stop

Boot Riding

Smutty Headcanons

Secrets in Love

Lunch Break

Stress Relief

Pool Float

Party Favor

Insecure Reader

Somnophilia

Hallway Madness

Bed Buddies

Squirting

Ulrich!reader

Reproductive Perversion

Lars Ulrich:

Godmorgen

Submissive Lars

Kirk Hammett:

Cliff Burton:

Holding Hands

He's Still playing

Jason Newsted:

Switching Positions

First Time Together

Robert Trijillo:

[allmoshnobrain]

Hello

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

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

from this prompt list │requests are open! send yours here

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You need to pick your partners better."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[metallicaislife]

Hello! Welcome to my blog!

Hi! My name is Isa, I am 26 years old and I am relatively new to the Metallica fandom. I used to write all the time, but I lost my mojo for many years and want to get it back!

So I am starting this blog in hopes to start writing, and enjoy writing again. :)

Feel free to request, or send head canons and we can chat!

Masterlist

Rules

*there will be some NSFW posts on this blog, minors DNI with those posts*

I am a Cliff girlie :')

Photo found on Pinterest, let me know if it's yours and I'll give credit.

[sourbites]

MASTERLIST

hope u find something u like <3

KIRK HAMMETT:

Cottonmouth — Drug-fuelled, sloppy hotel sex.

"It's still a good night," Kirk hums to you. "Which means what? You want to keep going?" You test, looking up at him through your thick eyelashes. The daze of a coke-fuelled evening makes everything slow down and speed up at the same time. His plump lips capture yours, sloppy and wet kisses making your mouth tingle, migrating down your chin, teeth clashing as you swallow each other’s doped-up laughs.

Can't Tell You Why — Your friend Kirk dazzles you with how your first time should've went.

"Right." You sigh. Smoke billows from your parted lips. "I suppose you have? Done it right?" You're not sure why you ask that. You just want something to say. Preferably not about your (totally lacking) sex life. Kirk watches you for a moment or two, concluding you won't let this go. "But," He echoes, nudging you back. "I wouldn't say I've done it right." "Ideally," He shifts again, wanting to reshuffle his atoms. "Ideally, it'd be a bed..." A warm palm brushes your wrist and sneaks the joint from your fingers. "With you..." Your heart pauses. You stare at him, bewildered. "And me..."

JAMES HETFIELD:

What Remains After Fury — Needy James takes you backstage while on the clock for an encore.

"Fuck it," You hear him murmur lowly. "You wanna take your break right now?" You wring your hands in excited nervousness, despite finding yourself nodding. "We shouldn't take too long, though." You remind. The clock's still ticking, and there's a mass of fans preparing for an encore, crowding around the stage restlessly. "Don't you fuckin' worry about that," James' hand is already rushing you into some emptied-out storage room, hot on your heels himself.

LARS ULRICH:

Bruise — Nothing a hate-fuck can't fix when it comes to creative differences, right?

"You want me to give you something real? Fine. Just don't fucking ruin it this time." He rasps, huffing, his tone biting. At full tilt, Lars bee-lines into you, half dragging you into him and half scuffling his shoes on the floor to meet you. He rips you through the air towards him by your wrists. If your head wasn't spinning, maybe you'd realise that his hands tremble around you, his mouth watering. Your lips smack together, matching in a twistedly tender overlap of his top lip between yours, your bottom lip between his. Your hands fist into the collar of his dumb shirt, one of those ones where the neckline's gone in some botched DIY job. His nose bumps yours, teeth clashing in your mouth, and you find yourself allowing the kiss, letting your eyes close. Although he still makes you steam with rage.

JASON NEWSTED:

Whiskey and Coke — All roads that begin with cosying up to Jason will inevitably lead to sex.

He watches you. Adjusts his pockets. "How'd you feel about cheering me up?" 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.

[mustainegf]

reader is insecure about her appearance and Jase comforts her :')

FIRST JASON FICCCC!!!!!

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ¹⁹⁸⁷

I watched him across the room, his back to me, scribbling down notes on a scrap of paper he'd found on the coffee table. Jason was lost in his own head, humming a bit to himself, tapping his fingers on his knee. That was Jason for you, dedicated. I loved it so much, but a part of me couldn't help but sometimes wonder how someone like that could have ever fallen for someone like me.

I turned away from him to look at my reflection in the mirror, and I caught sight of the small curve of my stomach, the way my thighs touched, how I never seemed to look like the girls in magazines.

The rational part of my mind could recognize that I was being too hard on myself, but at that moment, another voice inside me had almost grown comfortable to tearing myself apart. I let out a sigh that was a little too loud, and he must have heard it, because the next thing I knew, there Jason was right beside me, his hand on my back.

"What're you thinking?" he asked, his voice low and soft, as it was only when it was just us. His calloused fingers slid along my arm, warm and comforting.

"Nothing. Just…" I replied, though my voice cracked, belying me. He narrowed his eyes slightly, seeming to see through me. Jason would sometimes have this weird feeling for things, like he could tell the storm brewing in my head when I hadn't even said anything.

He spun me round to face him properly, his hands coming to rest on my arms. "I don't buy that for a second," he said, his lips twitching in a little smile. But his eyes held that softness that always melted my heart. "C'mon, what's bothering you?

I bit my lip, looking down. "I just...I don't know. I was looking at myself, and I guess I just don't feel good about how I look right now. It sounds stupid I know, but it gets to me."

Jason was silent for a moment, just easing his hands down to take mine. His thumbs circled over my palms in gentle arcs, soothing me, anchoring me. "Hey," he whispered, leaning his head down to look at me. "Listen, it's not stupid. It's real and I get it. But it's also not true. Not even close... you know that right?"

I shrugged, feeling my throat well up into a lump. "You're just saying that because you're nice, Jase. I mean look at the girls around you all of the time, the ones at your shows, the ones in the magazines. They're perfect. I just… I don't measure up."

He shook his head, and I could almost see the sad tinge in his eyes. "Those girls?" He waved his hand like he was shooing the very idea away. "They're not even real, babe. Half of 'em are pretending, the other half don't even know what they're getting into. And anyway, that's not what I want. You're what I want.

I opened my mouth to protest, but he leaned in closer, his forehead pressing softly against mine. "I know you're not seeing what I'm seeing," he said softly. "You're kind, and funny, and smart, and you're beautiful. And when I'm with you, that's what matters."

My face grew hot, and I couldn't force away the tiniest smile, though I knew I wanted to stick to my skepticism. "You make it sound so easy, Jason."

"That's 'cause it is." He chuckled, his thumb brushing over my cheek. "I'm not saying this 'cause I think it's what you need to hear. I'm saying it because it's the truth. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and that's the first thing I think every time I wake up next to you."

My cheeks flamed red, but his words picked at the lump in my chest until it slowly unwound. "I wouldn't trade you for anyone. Not those girls, not anything in the world."

Jason wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close and I buried my face in his chest, letting myself just feel his heartbeat steady and strong against me.

He leaned back just far enough to cradle my face between his palms, his eyes delving into mine. "You're perfect to me. Every fuckin' inch, every curve, every part of you that you think is to big or too small. And even if you can't see it yet, I'm here to remind you, every single day if that's what it takes."

My throat constricted, but this time it wasn't from the insecurity. It was something else altogether, something warm. I nodded, burrowing my head against his shoulder as the words soaked into me like a sponge.

Jason didn't let go. He just kept holding me, and for a long time, we stood there wrapped up in each other.

[ghostbustting]

𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔?

Flash Of Love (Series - Slow Updated/Paused)

Hold On

Don’t You Know You’re Mine?

Don’t Worry Baby

Wrong Answer

We Connect

Do It For You

Beauty

Kiss Kiss

Desperation

Heavenly

Distraction

Lost In Your Eyes

Camera Roll

Warm as Daylight

'Til I Kissed Ya

In the Dark

Unbearable Need

There’s A Kind of Hush

Morning Treat

One Time

Behind The Bunny

Wait For You

Cold-Blooded

[doubletalkingmaeve]

Random Jason Newsted!Univeristy Headcanons

This is fuelling me to not drop out

The two of you would meet during your first day because he was the strange guy next to you that needed to borrow and pen and couldn’t be quiet!! He’s just weird

You managed to get a job at a cafe by the campus and noticed how that weird, curly haired man kept coming back more and more til you two finally talking and got close.

Boom you’re dating

He’d constantly tease and flirt with you during classes. Sometimes he doesn’t realise it but the majority of the time, the class is boring him and he just wants to get a reaction out of you.

Jason loves how commuted you are to your classes which sometimes means date night consists of the two of you studying together in the library.

And he’s 100% a-okay with that, along as he gets to spend time with you he’s happy.

If you’re struggling with some things about your course he’s more than happy to come over and help! He hates to see you stressed so anything he can do, he will!!!

Speaking of stress, he is CONSTANTLY checking up on you, especially during exam season or when he just knows somethings up.

Sometimes you get homesick badly and that’s when Jase rushing over to you. He’s bringing a bag full of things to stay overnight and lots of treats for you.

“Sssshhh, it’s gonna be okay. You can let yourself cry, I’m here I’ll listen! I love you so much”

The two of you live in deprecate accommodation/building so you ALWAYS have to sneak each other in after curfew just to chill together .

Bonus: flatmates and friends will always lie and back you up whenever. They’d also go out for the night so the two of you can have the place to yourselves.

If you’re busy studying or working, he tires to make you dinner so you can remember to eat. With emphasis on tries because this man cannot cook for shit.

He burns everything, the kitchens a mess and you’re wondering how he managed to get it on the ceiling. The two of you decide that maybe a take-away is better.

Uni parties are an experience and the two of you always go together. You walk in together had-in-hand and you leave together hand-in-hand.

He’s always talking to people at these parties with a beer in hand and you on his lap, he’s a content man.

This calls for any uni event. The two of you never leave each other. It’s gotten to the point where if on of you is absent, everyone is always worried somethings happened.

Even though he works hard with his studies he also forms a band with other music enthusiasts which means you get to become the supportive girlfriend, and you’re singing these songs louder than him at this point.

ROAD TRIPS ARE A MUST AND HE’S DRIVING!!!

You always stay round his family’s house for a bit. He insists and sometimes outright drags you back to Michigan whether you’re prepared or not.

When you’re back at your own home and when he’s back at his, he misses you so much. Sure, visiting family is great but he’s so used to seeing you every day that a long weekend just isn’t enough.

[sanman2022]

Some jason newsted gifs cause I love him now !! ( GIFS AREN'T MINE)

[ihavenolife346]

♡♥Heartbreaker♡♥

Part 2

Pairing: Black!Album James Hetfield x f!mom!reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcoholism, and pregnancy, arguing

Summary: James didn’t remember anything about what you or him said that night

Characters: James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Jason Newsead, Kirk Hammett, Julie (readers daughter)

Pt 1: heartbreaker Pt 3: heartbreaker

She was right in front of him. James never once in his life thought that he would ever see her again. Looking straight at her, and looking back down at the kid in front of him. James wanted to say something to her, he wanted to say so much to her. He knew if he ever saw her again, he would apologize for whatever it was that made her leave him. He never knew why she did. One day they were fine, the next he woke up to her packing her things crying. She was so sad yet also pissed. He tried getting her to stay, he tried getting her to tell him what he did, all she said was “don’t play fucking stupid”. Hell, even Lars didn’t talk to him for a week after Y/N left.

It completely destroyed him. Whatever it was that he did, he knew it was bad. She was there with him through everything. When his mom died, when he started drinking, she never left his side even when he tried getting her too. She was a hard person to piss off, yet he did somehow. Yet now, there she was, right in front of him. James wasn’t sure what to do. He had pushed any thought of the show to the back of his head. “James!” Derek snapped James out of his gaze. Derek came running up next to James with his guitar in hand, barely even a minute left until Metallica was on stage.

James only turned to grab his guitar for maybe a second. He was hoping he could give her a silent plea to just talk to him for even just 15 seconds. But by the time he turned back around, Y/N and the kid were gone. James snapped his head back around, watching Y/N gently pull the kid along with her, “Y/N!” James blurted out. He watched as she stopped in her tracks. Y/N turned around, making brief eye contact with James. She looked as pale as a ghost, she looked terrified to see him.

“James! Come on! We’re on!” Jason came up next to James, pulling his lead singer to the side of the stage with him. James didn’t wanna go. He didn’t wanna lose sight of Y/N, not after all these years. He didn’t know where she was going, he didn’t even know why she was here, and he didn’t know how long she would stick around. The only thing he could assume was that Lars had convinced her to come, he knew they were still friends. Hearing their cue to get on stage, James followed right behind Jason, hearing the roars of the crowd. He was still going to put his best effort into the show. When Kirk stared the into to “Creeping Death”, James still had Y/N lingering in his mind, he had his eyes searching the crowd for her. His mind wouldn’t let her leave, and then came the lingering thought of that little girl Y/N kept close to her. The little girl that looked 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 like him.

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Y/N panicked. The second he wasn’t paying attention to her or Julie, she practically ran up to Julie and got them both out of there. She didn’t know what he was thinking. She couldn’t read him like she used to be able too. But hearing her name come out of his mouth…that was her breaking point. She felt her eyes fighting off tears as she was trying to get her and Julie to where Lars said so. “Come on baby, we don’t wanna miss more of the show.” Y/N tried getting Julie to walk just a bit faster, hearing the opening riff for “Creeping Death” playing.

Julie happily picked up her pace, keeping up with her mom. Julie was excited to see her uncle playing live. Hearing her name come out of his mouth…it brought back memories she wish she had forgotten. It brought back the warmth she used to feel when he said her name. Y/N’s mind kept wondering back to the way he looked at Julie. He looked like he was terrified and confused. Could he tell how much she resembled him? Could he tell that she was his? “Mom?” Julie snapped her mom out of her gaze.

Stopping her walking, Y/N looked down at her daughter. “Y-yea baby?” Y/N put on the best smile she could, finally sitting a place they could watch the show from.

“Are you ok?” Julie looked up at her mother with a sympathetic smile, noticing that she was trying not to cry.

“Yea baby, im ok. Im just really happy to be seeing your uncle play.” Y/N nodded over to Lars with a soft smile on her face.

“Me too!!” Julie grinned, making sure her headphones are on as they should be.

“Yea baby…yea I am.” Y/N sighed, somehow finding her eyes landing right on James. Watching him sing, run around on stage, it made her happy knowing he achieved his dream.

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They weren’t even 5 songs into their set before James kept a lot of his focus on Lars. Lars was the 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 person who still talked to Y/N. He was the only reason James even knew she was still fucking alive.

Lars could feel James’s eyes on him whenever he wasn’t singing. Lars could feel the tension James had in him. Looking up from his drums, Lars made immediate eye contact with a pissed, confused, and almost helpless James. That look on James’s face told Lars all he had to knows. James knew 𝘴𝘩𝘦 was here, he knew Y/N and Julie were here.

They made it through the first 3 songs before Jason greeted the crowd. “How we doing tonight St.Louis!!!” Jason yelled into the microphone, earning screams and yells from the crowd.

James took this time to walk over to Lars. As much as he loved interacting with he crowd, this was more important right now. “Did you know?” James almost growled at Lars.

“I invited her.” Lars yelled just loud enough for James to hear him.

James wasn’t sure if he should be mad at the Dane or if he should be happy that he had invited her without telling him. “Why didn’t you tell me!?” James felt betrayed that Lars didn’t bother telling him.

“Wasn’t my place to. If she wanted you to know she would have told you face to face herself.” Lars wasn’t in the mood to argue with James for once, at least not in front of 80,000 people.

“You ha-“ James started, quickly being cut off by Jason.

“Now! If you would turn your attention to Mr.Hetfield, he’ll show us how to get this next one started.” Jason threw his arm up in James’s direction.

“Harvester of Sorrow.” Lars could tell James had no clue what their next song was, only getting a nod out of him.

James diverted his eyes back to the crowd. He knew if Y/N was in the crowd, she would be closer to the front. She always loved being closer to the stage every concert he took her too. Yet she was nowhere to be seen. And he knew he would never miss her beautiful Y/E/C eyes, her soft Y/H/C hair, he would 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 miss her. So where the hell was she?

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Y/N tried keeping her eyes on Lars and Kirk the entire show. Lars was a complete beast on the drums, and Kirk was just as amazing as she remembered him being. Julie seemed to be having the time of her life. She was dancing and was singing every lyric she knew. Lars had made sure to check in on them every couple of minutes, simply mouthing “you guys all good?” Then going back to his drums.

Y/N had seen Lars and James’s interaction. Y/N could only assume James was practically interrogating Lars. Y/N never did think she would ever see James again. After what he said to her, after what he said about their child, she didn’t think she would ever even want to see him again.

Y/N tried her best to push the thought of James out of her mind for the rest of the show. Yet she still always found her eyes lingering right back to him. She didn’t want to look away from him. Y/N had no idea how much she missed him until she finally heard his voice call out for her.

But Y/N managed to make it though the show. And frankly she absolutely loved it. But now that the band was saying their goodbyes, she was gonna find Kirk and Lars, congratulate both of them, answer Kirk’s questions, and get her and Julie the fuck out of there.

“Come on baby, let’s go find your uncle.” Y/N smiled at the girl who had not stopped smiling since Metallica started playing.

“Ok mom!” Julie skipped off with Y/N close behind her. Y/N was hoping that James didn’t want to see her again, she was hoping she wouldn’t have to talk to him.

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Lars knew James well enough by know to know that he was going to find Y/N the second he walked off stage in a hurry. “We need to find Y/N and Julie.” Lars practically dragged Kirk along with him, in a hurry to get to them before James.

“Yea ok.” Kirk nodded. He didn’t know much about Y/N and James’s break up, all he knew was that it was bad, really bad. It pissed off Lars, and Y/N to the point that she disappeared. Kirk figured as much that Y/N didn’t want to see James.

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Y/N was trying to remember the way to Lars’s dressing room without running into James. But she wasn’t fast enough. “Y/N!!” James yelled the second he saw her, once again with the kid he still had no clue about.

Y/N stopped in her tracks. She knew she couldn’t get away from him this time. Y/N darted her eyes around, desperately trying to find Lars or Kirk. She knew she couldn’t get out of talking to James this time, she at least needed Julie out of there. “Y/N! Please don’t run this time!” James picked up his pace. He was almost desperate to talk to her, and he wasn’t sure if she was gonna run again.

“Y/N!” Lars yelled seconds after, Kirk trailing right behind him. Y/N immediately started in their way.

“Take her, please.” Y/N lightly pushed Julie over to Lars the second she could.

“What about him?” Lars had already spotted James.

Y/N sighed. She knew James had seen Julie, he was face to face with her. She knew he wasn’t that stupid. Y/N knew if she needed too, he at least had a right to know his daughter’s name. “I’ll be ok…don’t worry about me.” Y/N turned her attention to Julie. “You’re gonna go hangout with Uncle Lars and get to know Uncle Kirk here for a bit. I gotta go say hi to another friend of mine.” Y/N summed it up for the small girl.

Y/N wanted to laugh at Kirk’s face when she said “Uncle Kirk”, he had never been called that before. “Ok mom!” Julie grinned, grabbing onto her uncles hand, practically dragging him with her before he could say anything back to her mom.

“You sure you’re gonna be ok?” Kirk stayed behind for a second.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll talk to you in a bit Kirk.” Y/N let out a shaky breath.

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“What.” Y/N couldn’t bring herself to look at him when he finally reached her.

“What? Are you fucking kidding me!?” James snapped at her bitchy tone.

“Can we please not do this here Hetfield?!” Y/N couldn’t bring herself to even say his name.

“Oh you can’t even fucking say my name can you?!” James was now more irritated. “Come on.” James grumbled, pushing past her on his way to his dressing room, Y/N hot on his tail.

It’s didn’t take more than a minute before James was slamming his dressing room door shut. He was going to be nice, but when she greeted him with the bitchy tone she did, he snapped. She was the one who left, yet she was the one acting like he did something wrong. “What the fuck?!” James threw his hands in the air.

“Oh what the fuck what?!” Y/N shot back.

“You just decide to leave one day and now all the sudden you just show up and act like you fucking hate me!! You won’t even say my fucking name Y/N!” James watched as she broke at him saying her name. He never knew what it was that he did to make her leave. He never knew why she was crying that morning. He didn’t know, or remember anything.

“Oh cause you’re so fucking surprised I act like I hate you! Of course I’m still fucking mad at you James! Of course I fucking left!! All the shit you said to me, all the shit you said about Julie, yes i fucking hate you!” Y/N accidentally blurted out Julie. She was so worked up, she wasn’t even sure what she was saying. Y/N never thought she would have this conversation with James, she never even thought she would see him again.

“What the fuck do you mean?! What the hell did I say to you?! I don’t remember shit from what I said! I woke up one morning with a killer hangover only to find out you were fucking leaving! And who the actual hell is Julie!!!” James shouted, rolling his eyes at the girl. The image of the little girl who was practically a copy of him hadn’t left his mind either. He figured that Julie must have been her.

Y/N stopped for a second. He didn’t remember anything from the night before she left? He didn’t remember what he said to her? If he didn’t remember…he didn’t remember Y/N telling him she was pregnant. “W-what do you mean you don’t remember what you said…?” Y/N’s voice broke to a whisper.

Even though he hasn’t seen the girl for 7 years, he knew he still loved her with all his heart. He hated seeing how her face immediately dropped. Taking a breath, James tried to calm himself down. “What the fuck did I say to you Y/N…” James didn’t know what he felt. He was mad at her yet at the same time he was hating himself right now.

“Oh my god…” Y/N started pacing a bit. “You don’t remember.” Y/N finally got the guts to look him in the eyes. She felt herself break. He didn’t remember. He was hammered when she told him. He didn’t know Julie existed…

“No I don’t.” James held eye contact with the girl.

Y/N didn’t know how to get the words out now. She thought she was doing the right thing by leaving. It’s what he wanted, or at least what he told her. But instead she took away his chance of getting to see his daughter grow up. “You said you never wanted to see me again…” Y/N’s voice was hardly above a whisper as she made her way to the small couch in the room.

“I said that to you?” James didn’t think that was something he would have ever said to the woman he loved. But he could tell by the look on her face that there was something much more than that. Standing next to the couch, James was silently asking permission to sit next to her.

Getting a small nod from the girl, James quickly took the seat next to her. “You told me you thought I was trying to trap you. You said “I never want to fucking see you again”. you told me you didn’t want anything to do with me…or the baby.” Y/N finally let it slip. She could almost feel the brick wall hitting her like it did him. James’s face completely dropped.

“B-baby…?” James felt like he could hardly move. He had said all those things to her, all because what he could assume was because she told him she was pregnant. James wasn’t even close to mad at Y/N anymore. He was pissed off with himself. He knew the way she thought. After he told her he never wanted anything to do with her or the kid, he knew she thought she was just granting his wishes. He saw her reasoning for leaving. He understood why she did now.

“Yea…baby.” Y/N nodded, wondering if he was going to put two and two together.

The image of the blond little girl from earlier came through his mind. He could only assume she was the baby. Julie as James could guess, looked almost nothing like Y/N. She had long blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and the same grin he had. “Wait…the…” James couldn’t even get a sentence out.

Y/N already knew what he was trying to ask. “Yea…that’s her.” Y/N felt tears start to well up in her eyes. She felt terrible…she thought she was doing the right thing when in reality he didn’t even remember what he said to her.

The pair of them sat there in silence for a moment. Neither of them really knew what to say. It really was all just a huge misunderstanding. Y/N couldn’t help it anymore, she let the tears fall. “I’m sorry…” Y/N stuttered out.

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They sat there in silence for a solid 10 minutes. Neither of them could get much more out. James was in complete shock. Had Julie ever asked about him? Did she think he just left her? Did she think he didn’t want anything to do with her? “I’m so sorry James…” Y/N choked, letting her tears fall, allowing James to feel ok doing the same.

James was hesitant but he slowly wrapped his arms around the girl. Y/N really felt herself give in then. “I-I’m so sorry James.” Y/N stuttered out again, leaning into James, feeling him let himself go as well. She hadn’t realized how much she missed his touch, how much she missed his words, Y/N didn’t realize how much she had missed him.

“I-I’m sorry too.” James knew he was also to blame. He told her basically to fuck off. He told her he wanted nothing to do with either of them. Truth is, James wasn’t really sure how they would’ve handled a kid at the time for those first few years. But he still would’ve been there. He still would have provided for both of them. And with the money he’s making now he could’ve taken care for all three of them without an issue at all. This wasn’t all to blame on her. James hadn’t even gotten the idea of having a kid wrapped around his head yet. “Wait…so Lars…” James started, feeling Y/N nod into his shoulder.

“I told him not to tell you anything about her.” Y/N muttered, trying to pull herself back together.

James felt his heart clench. His best friend kept this from him…his best friend knew his daughter more than he did. “Has she…has she ever asked about me?” James pulled himself together at this point, still trying to go to wrap his head around the idea.

“A few times.” Y/N lifted herself up from his arms. “I’ve jsut told her things with us didn’t work out. She never asked more than that.” Y/N sighed. She couldn’t believe all these years he didn’t remember anything about that night. All these years their daughter could have known her father, all these years they could have still been together. She took away his chance to see Julie grow up.

James sighed. From what he understood, she didn’t think he left her. She didn’t even seem to bothered by the fact that he wasn’t there. Then again, she was only 7. “I…umm…can I meet her…?” James asked quietly.

Y/N smiled softly. She was amazed at how comfortable they both got with each other all the sudden. “Yea, yea you can. Come on.” Y/N got up from the couch, heading towards the door with James right behind her.

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A comfortably silent walk later, the pair were in form of Lars’s dressing room. “She’s gonna like you.” Y/N saw how much James was shaking. It all seemed to be crashing down on him at once now. She had never seen him this nervous.

“What is she like?” James wanted a general picture.

Y/N laughed softly. “Shes you in the form of a 7 year old girl.” Y/N always did admire how much Julie was like her dad. She was an exact replica of him.

James relaxed a bit at the sound of her laugh. He really knew he missed the girl in front of him. “Ok…” James nodded, letting out a breath as Y/N made her way into Lars’s dressing room.

“Mom!” Julie grinned, jumping up from her spot on the floor, dropping her Barbie and running over to her mom.

“Hey baby.” Y/N knelt down to hug her, noting the concerned looks form Kirk and Lars. Y/N only nodded over to them. “I have someone I want you to meet.” Y/N spoke softly, nodded her head behind her at James.

“That’s the man from earlier!” Julie pointed out with a smile. “Hi!” Julie greeted again.

James gulped, “h-hey Julie…” James was in complete shock. She was beautiful. She looked so happy. Everything about Julie seemed perfect.

“Yea, it’s the man from earlier. This is James.” Y/N introduced the pair properly, smiling softly at the smile she saw appear on James’s face.