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The Newcomer (Part One)

Warnings> No smut, mostly fluff+Just James and Jason being friendly to y/n (was thinking maybe either black album James and Jason OR Load James and Jason)—ANYWAYS ENJOY 🗣️‼️💥

The merciless glare of the bar lights in my eyes made me squint as I took another swig of whiskey from my glass. I slammed it on the table and nestled my forehead in-between my elbow, sighing as I attempted to drink my troubles away. Work as a maid had been rough lately and I had been waiting for my raise, but it seemed like thay day would never come. I was just glad the next day was a public holiday. The distant hum of the bar's radio sounded as though the air was whispering lyrics to me. Every time I drank I could feel the exhaustion creeping into me, my eyelids drooping with every word that floated into my ear. “Life it seems will fade away, drifting further every da…” the lyrics to ‘Fade to Black’ thrummed inside me. That song always resonated with me, standing  by my side through thick and thin, from high school to the current day, especially from my favourite band. Soon enough- the last thing i remember was trying to being shaken awake by bar staff, before ‘thump’ my head slumped forward as I blacked out.

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A cool breeze brushed past my face as I slowly pried my eyes open , my head pounding. ‘Where the fuck am I?’ I looked around as I checked for any indication of where I was. Surrounding me was multiple guitars hanging and framed beautifully on the wall. There were Explorers, Flying Vs, Les pauls, which made me wonder wh the hell lived here. I stood from where i was and slowly looked to see what was written on the tape plastered to a white explorer guitar. I read out loud “EET FU-“ Suddenly, a door swung open behind me. I froze in shock, afraid to turn my head. 

“Oh the beauty’s awake!” A warm-sounding voice chucked.

“She oughtta be, we saved her ass last night! Did you see what those bastards had planned for her?? She would’ve been scarred forever-” Another responded, having a more low, southern and gravelly voice compared to the latter

As I spun around, I was faced with two burly men, one slightly taller than the other. Although my eyes tried to focus, i could tell one was an auburnette and the other was a dirty blonde. I suddenly felt arms around me, bringing me back down to the sofa i was sat on.  “Oh dear” the auburnette cooed “i don’t think shes really in the right mind yet James-“  “No shit jason, she just got back on her feet” The blonde retorted 

James?…Jason??

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Finally my mind made the connection,I was in the Metallimansion- the home of THE Metallica. My mind struggled to comprehend the notion that I was just saved by my idols. The clarity hit me like a freight train and my legs sprung me up to my feet.

“Hey there missy, calm down-we just wanted to let you know you're in good hands.We were just finishing a show so we went to the bar you were, but turns out it was already closing time. Some weirdos were gonna rough you up because you were slumped-drunk on the counter, But thank god we stopped them.” James drawled, a friendly smile on his lips, arms akimbo as he looked proudly on.

Holding my head in my hands, I was absolutely starstruck. I had posters of these guys everywhere in my dorm room, although i would be ashamed to admit what I imagined when i looked at them. “Seems like shes familiar with us!” Jason grinned through his pearly whites. 

“Familiar?? Hell I know everything about yall!” I could barely contain myself as they smirked at my enthusiasm, hearing me ramble about every nitty-gritty detail I knew about the band.

“If you’d like you can hang with us for a few weeks, besides its probably not safe for you out there right now because those guys took your ID and if they find you god knows what they'd do- and don't worry about pay. We saw the logo on your clothes which said “Sunrise Cleaning”-“ Jason started 

“After a bit of researching and much deliberation, we know you work as a maid. So if you'd like you can just work here and clean the mansion, it's definitely better than working for some dusty old rag- plus we’ll give u a room“ James finished

Head over heels, I obliged- one opportunity to work for Metallica, who would say no? I nodded my head and my fate was sealed. 

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(Im not ovulating yet but part two will be coming when it starts so yes coming soon!!)

Hi, I just wanted to say I love your work so much and I was wondering if you can please write about Jason finding out reader is a lead guitarist of a metal band?

Thank you so much, hope this turned out decent and you like it ❤️

Guitar goddess

Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ fluff, strangers to lovers

After seeing you a few times at parties and at the bar, Jason couldn't help but feel drawn to you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you carried yourself with confidence, it all captivated him. He found himself developing a little crush on you, unable to shake the feeling every time he saw you.

One night, at a friend's party, Jason finally mustered up the courage to approach you as he found you sitting there all by yourself, on the steps of the front porch, peacefully enjoying a cigarette. "Hey there, mind if I join you?"

As Jason's voice cut through the crisp evening air, you turned your head to regard him with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

He looked a bit unsteady on his feet, likely due to the alcohol coursing through his veins. Despite this, there was an undeniable spark of confidence in his eyes as he made his way over, claiming the space beside you.

"Not at all," you replied with a gentle smile, taking another slow drag from your cigarette before extinguishing it in the ashtray between your feet.

Jason sat down carefully, his thigh brushing against yours in a fleeting touch.

"I've seen you around but never really had a chance to talk," he said, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness.

"Name's Jason, by the way." He extended a hand towards you, his gaze flicking up to meet yours.

As he spoke, you noticed the way the dim porch light cast a warm glow across his features, the strong jawline, the piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold a quiet intensity, and the curly brown hair that framed his face.

"I noticed you too. I'm glad we finally get a chance to talk. It's nice to meet you, Jason," you responded and shook his hand, taking in his ruggedly handsome features.

"You looked like you could use some company out here." Jason said, his deep voice sending a flutter through your chest. "Besides, I couldn't resist the chance to talk to the most intriguing woman at this party."

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment, a soft blush spreading across your face as you met Jason's gaze. There was something undeniably charming about the way he looked at you, his eyes holding a sincerity that put you at ease.

"Well thanks, I suppose I do stand out from the crowd." You teased and couldn't help but chuckle at his words.

You talked for what felt like hours, the conversation flowing effortlessly between you. Jason's laugh was infectious, and you found yourself smiling wider with each passing moment.

He was enchanted by your looks and aura of mystery. There was something about you that piqued his curiosity, and he found himself wanting to know more about you.

You had a way of keeping people guessing, never revealing too much about yourself. Jason was intrigued by this, and he couldn't help but feel a strong attraction towards you. He needed to unravel the mystery that surrounded you.

Little did Jason know, you were the lead guitarist in a metal band, a fact that you had kept hidden from him, but he would eventually find out by himself, knowing that Metallica would play at the same venue as your band the following weekend.

As the night wore on, Jason's gaze became more intense and you could tell he was interested. "Can I see you again?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for a response.

You smiled, feeling a flutter in your chest. "I'd like that," you replied and his face lit up with a radiant grin. "Care to give me your phone number?"

You nodded and rummaged through your purse, searching for a pen and paper, but all you could find was a crumpled tissue.

You smiled sheepishly as you scribbled your number on the makeshift paper, handing it to Jason with a laugh.

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he took the tissue from you. "Thanks, I'll treasure it," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

Just then, one of your friends appeared, tugging on your arm to get you back to the party.

You bid Jason a hasty goodbye, slightly disappointed to leave his side. But as you turned to leave, you caught his eye, and the spark between you ignited once more.

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The sticky floors of the venue clung to the soles of Jason’s sneakers as he navigated through the crowd the following weekend.

The adrenaline from their show still thrummed beneath his skin, a pleasant buzz accompanying the clinking of beer bottles and loud guitar sounds.

Metallica had just finished their set, that had gone down well with the Friday night crowd. Now, they were in relaxation mode, grabbing well-deserved drinks and watching the next band on stage.

As Jason leaned against the bar, sipping on his beer, he noticed Kirk nudging him as he stared at the stage in front of them. "Hey, isn't that the girl you met at the party?"

Curiosity piqued as Jason looked up, scanning the crowd before his eyes followed Kirk's gaze to the stage.

And that's when he saw you. His jaw hit the floor. You were a vision in black leather and lace, your fingers flying over the strings of your guitar with a skill that left him breathless. Your long, dark hair cascaded down your back, eyes closed in pure ecstasy.

Jason was at a loss for words as he stared at you, mind racing to make sense of the situation. How could he have not known that you were the lead guitarist of the band playing tonight? You didn't tell him anything about being the lead guitarist in a metal band.

He watched you in a daze, the initial attraction he felt towards you before exploding into something much, much more powerful.

The way you commanded the stage, the passion that poured from you with every note, it was breathtaking. He felt a primal urge to know you and this raw, untamed energy that pulsed through you.

He knew, with a sudden, startling certainty, that he needed to have you in his life. He needed to call you his. Jason felt a thrill course through him. This was going to be interesting.

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The moment Jason spotted you backstage, adrenaline surged through his veins. He pushed past crew members and roadies, his heart pounding in his chest as he approached you. You looked up, startled, as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into Metallica's dressing room.

The door slammed shut behind you, leaving you alone in there. Jason released your arm only to gently pin you against the wall, his body pressing close. "I'm sorry, but how could you keep this from me?" he demanded. "Lead guitarist of a metal band? That's who you really are?"

You tilted your head, feigning nonchalance despite the butterflies ravaging your stomach. "Hi Jason...I think you would have found out eventually, as I can see." You replied with a coy smile.

"Do you know that you just got ten times hotter?" Jason replied with a serious expression, eyes sincere.

You were a bit taken back by Jason's straight forwardness, but you tried not to let it show, as you responded with a smirk. "Ten times, hm?" You mused in a flirty tone as your eyes locked with his.

"Fuck yeah." The corner of Jason's lips tugged up in a smirk. He could feel his heart racing and his palms getting a little sweaty, but he tried his hardest to keep himself cool and collected.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me," He said as he rested his hand on the wall just next to your shoulder and leant closer to you.

Your gaze locked with Jason's, a sparkle of mischief dancing in your irises as you felt the warmth of his hand beside you. You tilted your chin slightly, daring him to make the next move.

Jason closed the remaining distance, his mouth crashing against yours in a fervent kiss. His lips were firm, demanding, claiming your own as if staking his ownership. You moaned softly into the embrace, the sound muffled by your sealed mouths.

Your hands came up to grip his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as you responded with equal fervor. You kissed deeply, passionately, without preamble, lost in the all-consuming need to bridge the gap between you.

Breaking the contact with a gasp, you gazed up at Jason, your pupils blown wide with arousal. A rosy blush painted your cheeks as you searched his features, a hint of wonder and trepidation swirling within your chest.

"God, I've wanted to do this since the night we met." Jason breathed, his voice husky with longing.

Your lips met again in a fierce, desperate kiss, tongues entwining in a sensual dance as you devoured each other's taste. The world around you faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of you lost in a haze of lust and longing.

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.