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A to Z ⭒ Jason Newsted (18+)

Ask Anything you ask for, he's giving it to you. Not in the sense of him coming off as being submissive, but in the way where your pleasure easily and usually becomes his as well. He loves listening to the way your tone and voice becomes heady and heavy, the slurring and intertwining of your words enough to bring him close to the edge, as you mewl out for him and plead for him to slide his hand a few inches up higher on your bare thigh, or to stick his tongue in and curl it up just a little bit further inside of you. By the time you're already falling apart and unable to coherently say and attempt to verbalize another word, he's already drunk off the taste of you, and ready to have you continue to struggle to formulate even more on top of him, and then beneath him again.

Bondage He'd use anything from the classic pair of handcuffs, to the flimsy and nearly see-through fabric of your t-shirt, with the hem and haphazard stitching tickling the insides of your trembling wrists as he'd twist and turn you into the perfect, temporary position. Jason would dislike using anything too harsh like rope or nylon on you, due to him not being in favor of you having marks on your skin that don't originate from his teeth, lips, or curled fingertips edging and indenting themselves into your flesh. He'd use his belt if you asked him to, most likely in a setting that isn't your guys' home or during a quickie, with him behind you and keeping you steady, one fist enclosed over the used leather and the other one gripping your midsection, or cupped around the nape of your neck.

Cunnilingus As much as Jason loves to receive, he enjoys giving even more. He'd take his time with you, the teasing and playful side of his personality coming out as he'd make you writhe with pleasure, most likely only giving in and slowing down once you're trying to push him away or beginning to seize with oversensitivity. He'd make out with your pussy, his tongue hungrily pushing your lips apart after sucking hickeys into each one of them, your prerelease and essence making its way down to drip onto his chest as he holds you up over his head, with your clit pulsing on the bridge of his nose and your stuttered and shallowed breaths fighting to make their way out of your shaking chest. If he's receiving, he'd let you take reign, only thrusting forward and fucking himself into the heat of your mouth if you signal to him and allow him to. He'd be pliant and tense underneath you or standing near the end of the bed, the praises falling from his blood red and bitten lips giving you enough confidence and steadfast to swallow him down to the hilt. You'd instinctively and readily have your mouth wide open and tongue peeking out as he cums, his seed warmly cascading itself thickly down your cupids bow and chin like caramelized honey, with you licking it up like so.

Dirty Talk One of your favorite things is to hear him praise you, each time he does making you flutter around him. Whether it be his dick, his fingers, or his tongue, it gets to you every time. If he's sheathing himself into you for the first time that day or night, his voice is breathy and borderline tense, overwhelmed at the feeling of your vicelike grip around his length. If he's fingering you open and following his digits with an eager and abandoned flick of his tongue, his tone is calm and grounding, deepening as your moans begin to hitch and heighten in sound. If he's tongue deep in you and bearing you open with gripping fingers pushing your tremoring legs apart, he's just grunting, hungrily taking you and barely slowing down to allow you to properly breathe. If you're in turn going down on him, with your mouth trailing and traveling down to the light dusting of hair near his groin, you're filthily whispering how good he already tastes and how you can't wait to get him in your mouth. His answering dopey grin and high blush are telling enough, and so are his grunts and choked sounds of pleasure, once you finally take him in and suck him dry and for all he's worth.

Edging Edging only really happens if you both have time to take it slow or are fully alone together, which is a rarity, due to him mostly being on tour or at the studio with one, or the entirety of the rest of the band. But on the off occasion that you two are, all bets are off, and you two are spending the whole time together in bed, or anything you two can makeshift into one. You both wouldn't be fully satiated or content until you're each exhausted, and almost unable to move afterwards. He'd have you in every position from gripping onto the wood encasing his tour bus bed, to helplessly holding onto his forearm tightly wrapped around your collarbones, as your knees slide off of one of the cushions on a sofa in one of the empty rooms at their recording building. You'd be panting with tears in your eyes every time he'd purposefully slow down or evade your spongelike spot, his usual praises turning mildly degrading as you hungrily cant your hips back and try to grind yourself back onto the whole of his length. Jason wouldn't be too far from where you were once it's your turn to edge him, your earlier desperate expression turning into a mirthful one, as you cockwarm him and slow your riding to a halt every time his ballsack raises and tightens to graze itself against the bottom of your reddened asscheeks. By the end of the night and hours later, you're filled to the brim, and Jason's happily empty.

Foreplay It can be anything from a cuddling session turning into you two shuffling off each other's clothes in a frenzy, to you two purposefully and slowly turning each other on, with slick slides of tongues and appendages on every inch of skin in a mouth's reach. If you want to make it special, you'll wear something lace-like and silky under a normal outfit and surprise him with it once you two are alone, or give him a peek of what you're hiding if you begin to get impatient and are tired of waiting. If Jason's wanting you to himself and you're in public, he'll brush his bottom lip against your earlobe and casually murmur in your ear about how much he wants to take you apart, and remind you of the last time he had you debauched and filthy underneath him. He'd be rubbing slow and careful circles into the small slither of bare flesh above your denim bottoms, the callouses from his years of hard work adding on to and fueling the heat making its way and tethering itself in your middle. "Come on, sweetheart. I know how badly you miss being good for me," he'd grin at the slight jump in your next inhalation and at the unintentional pause in your conversation, the pads of his fingertips tracking their way down to tug onto your belt loops, the motion aiding in pressing your backside against his growing and pulsating bulge. "I want to hear how loud you can get for me again."

Groping He's always got a hand or an arm resting on or around you, whether it be on the small of your back, or on the top of your thigh, with his fingers spread wide and massaging comforting figure 8's into your skin. A straightened elbow resting upon your hip, while his palm goes lax on your lower stomach as he stands behind you and presses your back flush to his chest. If there's alcohol involved, or if he's uncharacteristically feeling bold, he's got a hand fully extended into a back pocket of your jeans, and he's kneading his fingertips into your asscheek, his beer long forgotten in his other. Seeing as to how shy he sometimes comes off as and out of respect for you, he only fully lets go once you two are away from others and onlookers. As soon as you two are alone, he's got you splayed and sat in his lap with your jeans unbuttoned, the hand he once had in your back pocket, now lowering itself past the thin material of your underwear and down to caress your sex. His other palm is sliding up to grasp onto your breast, before sliding your shirt and bra strap to the side and parting his lips for a taste. You've got a hand intertwined and engulfed in his curls, guiding him down and silently encouraging him to take whatever he wants and needs, while your other hand runs itself down the expanse of his back over the fabric of his top, still able to feel where your nails left indentations in his skin from not so long ago.

Hickeys Even though the two or you are in a proud and public relationship, any easy to see hickeys or love bites on either one or you could cause an uproar. Has caused an uproar, after you two made the mistake of covering each other with them in obvious purple and red, proud clusters and hues, before a music award show appearance. The comments and questions thrown around you two while at the public setting didn't bother you too much, but Jason felt overly protective of you afterwards, and got you to agree to no more marks above your guys' collarbones. It wasn't hard for you to get used to, since that one incident had you two getting more comfortable with sucking and biting marks into each other's chests and hips, and everywhere and anywhere beneath. Jason's favorite places to mark you at are your breasts and your groin, even though he often sucks them into your pubic bone and the inner, sensitive skin of your thighs. The public's reactions dwindled down after you two learned your lesson, but became the least of your worries after getting caught by the rest of the band after you and Jason tried to go for a swim in the guys' shared pool at their house, after a long night of edging and teasing, and of course, kissing and biting. The next time you planned to go over to theirs again, you brough a t-shirt, and an extra long pair of shorts with you.

Intercrural On the days where you felt too sore for penetrative sex, but still wanted to be active, you would initiate humping without clothing. The bare friction of Jason's swollen cockhead relentlessly making contact with your clit wasn't as stimulating as him being inches deep inside of you and fucking into you with reckless abandon, but it was still more than enough. Especially with your guys' foreheads nearly pressed up against each other, sharing open mouthed kisses, with your boyfriend's strong and steady hands guiding you up and down his throbbing and erect length. He'd swallow every single one of your stuttered moans of his name, and you'd lap at the taste of the nicknames he'd groan out at the same time you would tighten your calves around his thighs and roughly grind your bare sex down onto him. The sopping wet sound of his precum and your slick would reverberate around the bedroom and somehow complement the shared exhaled whimpers and curses, and you'd fully welcome the slight twinge of pain your body responded with as you carefully sat down on his length and buried him inside of you, right before you both simultaneously came.

Jealousy Jason rarely ever gets jealous, and neither do you. But when it does happen, it isn't a big thing. There isn't any yelling or arguing or name calling, just heavy silence, or the one that's feeling downtrodden and insecure closes in on themselves for a bit. For Jason, he's only ever gotten jealous once, and that was after seeing you interact with a longtime friend that came over once for a family dinner. Nothing happened in between you and that friend, but your boyfriend still felt like he would be a better fit for you or more easily accessible, since he doesn't have to travel as much as he does, and already got along with the people closest to you. You've gotten jealous yourself once or twice before, after seeing the way some fans would grab at him and attempt to jump on him after shows, and during meet and greets and signings. The way that some of them would flirt with him while you were standing near was off-putting and uncomfortable for you both, but also it made you wonder what would have happened if you weren't there. Luckily, whenever these issues and minor doubts occurred, you were both able to open about it soon after and talk it out. No matter what you two thought about yourselves and temporarily doubted due to insecurity, he would be the first person to make you feel better and reassure you, and you would do the same.

Kissing As soon as you woke up, there was a kiss being placed on your forehead. And then on your nose, and then on your mouth. Morning kisses were usually slow, unless one of you woke up heated or weren't able to finish each other off the night before. You two would kiss each other in greeting, even if one of you only went to the other room to grab something, and then came right back. The simple touch of lips ground you both, and is a simple declaration of the other still being there. If you two haven't seen each other due to conflicting schedules, your guys' kisses are much more passionate and long lasting. If Jason is headed out for a leg of a tour and you aren't able to come with, the whole night before and the morning leading up to his departure is filled with you two reminding each other of the way you two taste, and promising each other of what is yet to come. And sometimes, you two just make out for the hell out it. Panted breaths and slick strands of saliva still keeping you two connected, seconds after you two already part. Similar tasting tongues coaxing each other's mouths open and licking up to a roof of a mouth, audible sounds of kiss swollen lips reconnecting after a haste and rushed kiss. You two can barely keep away from each other, and you both wouldn't want it any other way.

Licking If he's got his mouth on you, his tongue is involved. Anything as simple as a brief neck kiss, his tongue is peeking out to wet his lips, and darting back out as soon as his pair make contact with your clavicle. If you've got something on the side of your mouth, he's brushing it away with his finger and then licking his thumb and sucking the residue away clean, his warm appendage wrapping itself around the fingertip to lap it up. If he's having his way with you and he's able to take his time, he's mapping the entirety of your body out with his tongue. He loves to lick along the inside of your breasts and down to your groin in a slow swipe, then lightly blow on your dampened skin and watch as you arch your back and as goosebumps awaken on your flesh. He loves to bite and suck marks down on your then sensitive skin, and place open mouthed kisses on the precipice of your pussy, until you come back to enough to spread your legs wide for him, fighting back a shiver at the look in his eyes, and at the cool air pillowing itself against your soaked sex. He'll continue to lap and flutter and strain his tongue against you after you orgasm, until you're squealing and he's already swallowed and eaten every single drop your body accumulated for him. And when he's back on his knees and towering over you, hard dick smearing prerelease on your jolting stomach, he feeds the taste right back to you.

Masturbation He doesn't find it necessary when he's around, because he's there and present to constantly please you. The only time he's down to touch himself or have a mutual session, is if he's on the road and you guys filmed something together for him to watch and look at while he's gone, or if he's touring and he's finally able to have some time on the phone with you. If he's home or in a nearby city where you're able to visit, he's nearly on you as soon as he sees you, unless he's on stage performing. He sees the fun and excitement in it, and he'd bring it up and offer it if you two ever have enough free time before edging, but it isn't something he'd jump for. He definitely prefers having his own hands on you, and being able to make you feel as good as he possibly can and knows he can. Knowing he's the reason as to why you're falling apart and he can control it, makes it a lot more fun and fulfilling for him.

Non-negotiable He's open minded and willing to try almost anything at least once, except for anything that puts you at risk of getting stuck in the wrong mindset and subspace. Which means no to full on degradation and hitting, as well as harsh deprivation and lack of verbal consent. He loves how adventurous you are and how well you match with him, but you feeling safe and protected is what matters the most to him, as well as your pleasure and making sure that you're well taken care of.

Orgasm One is never enough, and most of the time, you two are too into it to count up and tally the final ending number. Seeing each other climax is one of your favorite things to do together, at least sexually. Jason finds it a privilege to be able to watch you tense and shudder, sometimes to be able to feel you cum around him right before he spills his seed inside you. The way you nearly lift off the bed, the way your legs tighten around his broad shoulders, the way your nails dig in and cling onto his sweat laden skin, the way your mouth parts in a nearly perfect O shape every time, the way your eyes daze yet always stay on him, the way you smile when you come back to in his arms. If seeing you orgasm is a privilege, then seeing and feeling your boyfriend cum is a blessing. The way he grunts your name like a devotion against your bare skin, the way his hands tighten on you and secure you in his hold, the way he pistons himself into you, and then pulls you down fully onto him and presses kisses into your heated and flushed flesh. The way he looks fucked out and drunk afterwards, so satiated and satisfied and relaxed. The way his hair halos out underneath him, once he has you positioned on top of him, with your legs intertwined with his, and your head resting on his still heaving chest, uncaring of the mess you two lie in as you two try to ground yourselves again.

Positions He loves when you're on top, and not even in a selfish, you doing all of the work type of way. With you in cowgirl or reverse, he's able to guide you by the hips easier, and it brings more purpose to the mirror you two have a few feet away from your bed. He can also find his footing on the mattress easier underneath you, and bear himself up into you in deeper strokes than in missionary and doggy. With you having your hands near his head as leverage before you tire, he can bend you in half and be able to hit your g-spot, and be able to rub you against his groin at the same time, so you'll be double stimulated. He also loves the hot seat, which is when he has you sit on him on the edge of the bed, right in front of the mirror, and you both watch as he uses his hands and forearms behind himself to buck himself inside you, only slowing down or lowering you to lightly encircle his hand around your throat, or delicately fist the loose strands of hair from your face, so you can see clearer, and he can properly watch as you're pushed over the edge. He also loves the position of missionary, with your legs over his shoulders and your chests nearly touching, where he can bury himself into you over and over again, and then easily slide down to eat you out afterwards until you're unable to stop crying and shaking.

Quickie You both love quickies, especially after a good performance and after good news. There's always something exciting when it comes to them, and you both find a thrill in the action when you do it in the studio, or in a bathroom backstage at a venue. Although you two love privacy and being able to take your time, nothing beats having your boyfriend's jacket or hand in or covering your mouth as you try to stay quiet, as he takes you from behind or against a counter or sink, and you both struggle to contain yourselves. You from making a sound, and Jason from stopping himself from allowing you to drip all over the bathroom floor, from him to not getting on his knees and eating himself out of you after he finishes. The walk of shame is always fun afterwards as well, with the both of you sharing a secretive smile, and Jason sneaking an arm around your middle if you find it a bit hard to stabilize yourself for a while afterwards. It's always a fun thing to reminisce on, and to also reenact when you both get the opportunity to.

Roleplay Anything from a nurse to a clueless non-fan at an empty concert venue, is something you guys do for fun. Not only because it's exciting and something new to make things even more fun, but it's also funny as hell. Sometimes you'll both add in accents, or you'll take it seriously and end up having the best sex you've had in months. The great thing about being with someone who's as open as you are to new experiences, is that you're able to speak up about what you want to try and test out. It also means you've both spent an absurd amount of money on costumes. Your guys' favorite is strangers meeting up, where you two will pretend like you don't know each other, and then will eventually meet each other halfway, and have amazing sex that almost feels like the first time all over again, just like all those years ago. If you two want to just laugh shit off and have a good time, nurse and doctor, or maid is the way to go.

Sensitivity You're the most sensitive on your lower stomach and in between your thighs, and Jason takes advantage of knowing that fact. So much at times, that you become hesitant with him going down on you, because you already know he's going to make you weak and damn near oversensitive within a few minutes. By the time you're close to orgasming, you're covered in love bites and spit clad, kiss shaped marks, and your boyfriend is licking and sucking and making out with your pussy to the point where you're almost hyperventilating, and his fingertips are purposefully pressing themselves into the marks he's proudly left behind. Jason's most sensitive spots are right near the sides of his upper hips, and right above his groin. You don't tease him as much, but you're still as attentive as he is and make sure to please him in every way he wants and needs. Until he's shaking just like you were, and he's spilling down your throat with his head thrown back, his words slurred and unknown, with the only one coherent enough being your favorite nickname he calls you.

Threesome As open minded as Jason is when it comes to sex, he wouldn't be alright with just sharing you with another man or woman. He doesn't see you as someone or something he owns, but he's in a relationship with you for a reason, and he has a feeling that you would be opposed to him inviting another woman into the bedroom as well. If it were to ever come up or if you were to ask about bringing someone else in, it'd either be a no, or someone very close to him who he knows well. The first person that comes to mind, is Kirk. Kirk's been known to be sexually open and adventurous, and during his drunken ramblings, he's boasted about how good he is at giving oral sex. He also knows that Kirk is attracted to you as well, since it came up in a conversation a few months before you two officially got together. So, he most likely wouldn't be okay with it, but if he were to say yes if you ever asked, Kirk would most likely be the first person he'd say yes to, from his close circle.

Universal Every man loves a good sixty-nine, and your boyfriend is just that. Jason loves to go down on you on his own, but that's only because he likes to take his time, and he doesn't think he'd be able to do you good if you're sucking and swallowing him down as good as you normally do at the same time. But on the rare occasion that you two do sixty-nine, you both have a lot of fun. The mutual muffled moaning both adds to your guys' sensitivity and stimulation, there's a healthy balance of sensory deprivation, and the feeling of the weight of you on top of him is grounding. Plus, he loves it when you sit on his face. The last time you two tried it out, you nearly blacked out from his enthusiasm, and Jason almost gripped you too tightly by your sides after you took him all the way down your throat without even stopping. You both agree though, that tasting yourselves on each other's tongues and then moving on to doggy style soon after, did make the whole experience a lot more memorable.

Vibrator All the way, yes. If you guys are experimenting and trying out new positions and tricks, a vibrator is always used to make sure that you're still able to orgasm. Jason's also allowed you to use it on him once as well. You brought it up once during a conversation, and were surprised when he easily said yes. You placed it underneath his cockhead, right below and on top of the large protruding vein traveling itself down his shaft, and hungrily watched as he fell apart, all while occasionally lapping and licking at his tip for a bit more of added sensation. Watching his balls tighten, and then feeling them tighten up against your spit clad palm as you gently massaged them, had you soaking through your underwear and in awe. By the time Jason came back to and was calmed down enough to praise you and pick you up to place you under him to switch positions, you were already thinking about using it on him again. Luckily, you both had the same thought and idea.

Where Preferably at home, but like I said before, you guys are adventurous. Backrooms, empty bathrooms, studios after recording, the tour bus. Anywhere where you two could get a little bit of privacy, but also have a little bit of that fearful excitement of getting caught, when you're in the mood for that. But most of the time, at home. Where you two can be fully naked and tie each other up occasionally, use toys, be in more flexible positions than just gripping onto a used couch or sink, and take your time with each other. Make and take the time to break each other apart, and then bring each other back together. Multiple times in a row, usually.

X Factor This man loves every single thing about you, but his favorite thing has got to be, that you're where and who he feels the most at home and at peace with. With life constantly changing and the states changing with it, his only real stable thing in his life is his relationship with you. You always make time for him, reassure him, make sure he's feeling wanted and loved, and have treated the rest of his band members and family members like your own. You are his biggest blessing and gift in life, and he treasures the hell out of you. And there's never a single moment in time where he doesn't remind you of that, or treat you the exact same way.

Yes and No Yes to spanking, no to face hitting or smacking. He thinks it's too invasive and disrespectful to you. He's down for all of the biting and sucking and semi-public sex the world has to offer, but potentially bruising you on your face, or making you cry in a way that isn't pleasurable? Absolutely not. He'd rather have it happen to himself than to you.

Zip As cool and as fun as it is to have bathroom sex and sneak around every once in a while, this man wants to hear you. He also wants to eat, lick, suck, bite, be inside, cum inside, and cum outside of you and on you, but he also just wants to hear you having a good time. As much as you enjoy reassurance and knowing when your partner is being pleasured and having fun, so does he. So, let it out. He fucking loves when you're loud, and when you're praising him as much as he's praising you. That's what it's all about.

YOU GUYS. IF I HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY, MOTIVATION, AND FREE TIME THIS UPCOMING OCTOBER- SUMMON ME PART TWO, SCREAM PART TWO, AND MAYBE A FREAK WEEK.

It Will Come Back 🕮⛧ James Hetfield (18+)

Part Two of Summon Me

Mentions/Warnings: demon!james, oral sex while standing/carrying receiver, fingering, minor blood play, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie

Glass bottles' bottoms are clacking themselves together in a loud and rhythmic unison as your roommate hurries her way back inside of your guys' shared dormitory and kitchen, and the abrupt way she nearly drops them on the dining room table in front of you, has you jumping in shocked fright. You're unable ask her what's wrong, before she's manically reaching into the paper bag to rip a beer out of a six pack.

"God, I fucking hate Halloween," she expels during a small pause in between her taking large gulps of the lightly colored beverage. "I swear, it feels like every year since we ended up doing that séance, we've been cursed." Your eyebrows raise on their own accord, and you can't help but laugh in disbelief.

"We, as in you and me, we? Because from what I remember, I came home and found you and your friend drunk off your asses, with a ouija board and a burnt planchette on the living room floor." You raise your hand to solidify your statement by showing off the healed scar on your palm, and only relax back into your seat once she sends you an apologetic smile and tosses her empty bottle in the direction of the trash can.

"Yeah, sorry about all of that," her tone is dismissive, yet soft, and you lower your hand back down onto your book as she moves closer to you by sliding her elbows against the wood. Lifting her forearms to hold her hands together to rest her chin on top of them, you see her fight off a shiver and purposefully look around really slowly. "But you can feel it too, right? It comes and goes every few weeks, but I swear, it always gets colder and darker this time of year. And the fucking scratch marks on the cabinets get longer each year too. I swear I'm not crazy."

You purse your lips to hide your smile, and lift up a shoulder in response as you pinch the used and worn pieces of paper together in the back of your novel. "I think whatever happened that night, you definitely invited something in here, and it just likes to mess with you is all," using a rugged and already half torn edge of the page you stopped on to dog ear it for later, you close your book and go to move your chair back, but stop when you notice the look on her face.

Using her left index finger that's free from underneath her chin, she points at you and narrows her eyes. "What do you mean?" She interrogates, and you force your expression to remain neutral, even as your fingertips turn white as you tighten your hold around your item. "You said me, instead of we. Is there something going on that I don't know about? Have you and Steve been fucking with me?"

You're pushing your chair from further behind you with the backs of your knees by the time she has her eyes narrowed in on you, and you perceptibly shake your head. "I haven't said more than five words to Steve within the past three years he's been around, much less have conspired with him to make you any more paranoid than usual, roomie."

A shrill scream comes from a few feet away from the partially open back door and outside, and this time, it's your roommate that jumps, and then screams. Red and multicolored led lights are displayed and emanating all throughout your dormitory from all sides from the other surrounding homes, and for a second, she looks like she's in a horror movie. A handful of children running around laughing can be seen through the crack, before she lets out a frustrating sigh and kicks it to a full close. The chain is colliding with the doorframe and then bouncing in place by the time she's grinding her teeth together, and you hesitantly take a step back.

"I think I'm just going to head to my room and finish this up," you murmur in the now completely silent home, and nod your head towards the recyclable bag she came running in with just a few minutes ago. "Make sure to save some for the friends you invited over last week, and happy early Halloween." You take her eyes widening in recollection as enough of a goodbye to turn around and start walking down the hall, only to pause at the obvious burn mark still etched into the wood of your guys' shared living room floor.

To this day, it looks brand new, even after your roommate and her friend tirelessly attempted to scrub it away, in fear of the owner of the house seeing it and deducting even more money from the down payment you two put down after every lease renewal. The sliver of scarred skin itches on the edge of your palm, and excitement whirls in your midsection. Peering over your shoulder to look at the clock and then into the entryway of the kitchen, you hastily and excitedly pace the rest of the way to your bedroom, before locking the door behind you and tugging out the folded up pages from the back of your book.

Using the now blue and purple lights flashing their way through your bedroom's curtains to carefully open the paper from the spell book you stole two years ago, you smile down at the full incantation, before setting it down to get the rest of your supplies. In less than thirty minutes, you'll be seeing him again.

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Three large candles are placed right in front of your crossed legs and bent knees, and you place the new and sterilized needle on your thigh, with your eyes anxiously glancing back to the digital clock resting precariously on your desk every few seconds. As soon as twelve makes itself apparent in the bright red numbers being displayed, you're leaning forward to read the already memorized short spell out loud, and carefully pricking your right index finger.

"I summon thee, on the night on Halloween, to feast upon me in the hopes of everlasting fulfillment."

The wet and darkened bead travels itself down your fingertip in a slow and taunting pace, before collecting at your nailbed, and dripping down onto the page. A steady stream of cold air wafts its way over to you and causes goosebumps to raise on your bare skin, and you grin instead of jolt when two hands are audibly smacking themselves on your nearest bedroom's window. Two bright irises stare at you through your nearly see through fabric, and a brush of heat collects itself as James' sharp teeth greet you from the other side of the glass.

You're on your feet before your head can catch up with the rest of your body, and your hands shake as you eagerly unlatch the window's lock on it and push the aged wood upwards. "You know you can just appear in my bedroom like usual, you didn't have to wait outside." Your voice somehow sounds stable in spite of the insurmountable adrenaline pumping through you, and you allow yourself to be guided backwards as he makes his way inside and delicately beckons you back with a large hand.

Thick and long, sharp nails mold themselves around the curve of your waist, and he grins down at you, before peeking his narrowed tongue out to dampen his lips. "As if I would be alright with doing the exact same shit every year," he responds in a lazy drawl, his eyelids barely fluttering in a blink as he hungrily takes in every inch of you. "Especially with you, after finding out how much you enjoy the dramatics."

You scoff and lightly push at his shoulder, your breath catching in your chest as he wraps his other hand around your wrist to pull you flush against his front. "And who keeps digging their nails into the same cabinets every year to scare my roommate?" You shakily breathe, your earlier adrenaline turning into needily want as the hand he has on your waist grazes down to the upper hem of your underwear and shorts.

James amusingly hums, before bending down to brush your foreheads together, his grin transforming into a smirk as he notices you stopping yourself from inching forward. "And yet, who keeps summoning me back every year in tradition, hm?" The question is whispered into the small swell of cold air in between you two, and he immediately responds to you after you jerk forward to slot your lips with his.

Tendrils of his blonde hair make contact with your bare shoulders as he lifts you and presses you up against the wall, and they connect with yours as he frees a hand to use it to tilt your head upward. The sharp nails dig deliciously into your sensitive skin, and he grunts in praise when you obediently open your mouth at the first tap of his fingers on your jaw.

The rough texture of his tongue is the complete juxtaposition to yours, and it somehow makes everything even more stimulating. His slim appendage slides out from his own wet cavern to lap at your own, and the hold he has on you tightens as you use your own to lick a slow and tantalizing line on the roof of his mouth. The sound of you two disconnecting is sopping wet and filthy, and warmth pools in your groin as he cleans up the strands of saliva still keeping you two together with the tip of his tongue, before swallowing them down.

"Missed how good you taste," he admits softly while looking in your eyes, and you're fully relaxed in his hold by the time he's nudging your head to the side to suck marks into your clavicle. Your legs raise to shakily wrap themselves around his middle as his teeth teasingly scrape against your reddened skin, and you feel his smile as your pulse quickens underneath him. "Here," he hums, and smiles to himself at the gasp you let out when he lifts you up another few inches. He's pressing his open mouth on your clothed breasts and inhaling in, like he can still taste you through the fabric. "Here." Your legs loosen and unwrap themselves as your knees graze his ribs, as he raises you even further. Hard and hot impressions grow against your chest as he's using his nails to rip your shirt into two, and you moan once you realize his horns are beginning to grow.

Thickened saliva pools at the front of your flimsy bra before it's torn apart, and you bite back a wail as he fills his entire mouth with your tit. His incisors retreat as he creates hickeys around your perked nipple, and his own moan reverberates around the room as you loosely make fists around his horns and hold onto them for desperate leverage.

He only separates from you to lick the taste of your own flesh into your mouth and partially greet you with a devilish and wolfish grin. "I need you to hold on tight for me, doll. Think you can do that for me?" His deliverance is borderline condescending, but you can't find it in yourself to care as he positions you to have your legs resting on his shoulders, and then he's squatting down. "What are you doing?" Is barely being stuttered out, before he's sliding the cotton fabric of your shorts and underwear to the side, and making out with your pussy.

The sound that escapes you sounds like a scream, and you couldn't be more grateful to the music your roommate began playing just minutes after you headed to your bedroom. James takes his time taking you apart, with each of your lips and your clit being licked and lapped at, and sucked into his hot and searing mouth. If you weren't holding onto his horns for grounding, you'd be gripping your hands in the strands of his hair, or reaching up to dig your nails into the ceiling.

James is hungrily slurping in and dripping out your essence and slick repeatedly as he travels and maps his way through your folds and down to your entrance. Heat jolts down your spine, and you go ramrod straight as your first orgasm pummels into you by the time he's got the tip of his tongue drawing circles and rimming itself against your fluttering hole. He's moaning as you bead and gush around him, and his movements become even more lively after he feeds off of your pleasure and energy.

Panic temporarily sifts through you as your back is being removed from against the wall, but you're placated as he holds onto your waist stands back up to his full height. The top of your head makes light contact with the ceiling of your bedroom, and your thighs shake around his head as he blindly walks you both over to your bed, with his lips still pursed and parted against you. A shocked bout of laughter bellows its way out of you as you're playfully dropped on top of your blankets and sheets, and your widened eyes soften at his rocked and disheveled state that greets you once you look up.

A sheen of your own release is covering the entire lower half of his face, and his eyes grow dark when you decide to lift your still slowly bleeding finger and bring it up to his lips. Red flashes to an almost black as he welcomes the press of you in, and your eyes nearly cross as he secretes a salve to your wound after suckling it clean.

"Do you remember what I gave you permission to do to me, three years ago?" You implore once you're sure your voice isn't going to shake and betray you. You can see him trying to figure it out on his own, but he's too high over your newly transferred vigor and blood that he can't wrap his head around your question. Encircling a hand around his wrist like he had done to you earlier, you hungrily lick at the residual shared tasted of you both of your lips, before guiding his hand down to in between your legs. "I said you could use me, and feed from me."

James' cockhead spurts prerelease in the confines of his jeans, and his hips buck forward on their own once his hand is placed to rest on top of your pussy. Making the conscious and safe decision to retract his nails before sliding and curving his index and middle fingers inside of you, his chest heaves at the sinful sound you make when he does. Circling his digits to rub his fingertips against your spongelike spot until your strings of arousal are nearly wrapping themselves around his wet wrist, his teeth begin to pang with the exertion of having to keep his fangs at bay.

"You can't even imagine the things I want to do to you, sweetheart," he purrs, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth as venom stings against his gums and his horns elongate to their full height. He drives his fingers up into you to their hilt, and then pulls them out until they're nearly completely out of you. "I want to sink my fangs into your jugular and drink you dry, and then feed you my own to heal you. I want to fuck you until you're full of my seed and then eat it out of you, and have you suck the taste of yourself off of my tongue. I want you to feel me whenever you sit down for the next week."

Your eyes roll back, and your legs seize once he adds in his ring finger, and you can't stop yourself from bending your legs against the side of the bed, and yanking yourself down to try and ride them. James beads in his briefs, and a wet stain is visible through his fabric, even in the near pitch black. Red irises stare down at you, and then almost slam shut as he watches you relentlessly try to fuck yourself up and down his digits. "So fucking needy, aren't you? Has it really been that long? I thought it's only been a little bit over a week."

You sit up in a shock when he begins to scissor his fingers inside of you, and the new position has him pressing directly against your spot with the full weight of his hand. You cry out and place your hands on his forearm to stop his movements, and the tremors in your lower half have you shaking uncontrollably and shifting the blankets and sheets on your bed. "Isn't the same when it isn't Halloween, you don't have your horns," you stumble around and freeze in euphoria when he ignores your silent plea to stop. A full circle of his wrist and a come hither motion has you letting go of his arm to fist his shirt instead, as overwhelmed and overstimulated tears make their way down your cheeks. Regardless of how hungry and insatiable he's feeling, James is careful when he removes his fingers from inside of you, and he pauses in place when you refuse to let go of his cotton. Sucking in a shuttering inhale and blinking around the salty sting, you motion for him to take off his shirt, before only letting go to reach down and shakily unbuckle his belt. "I want to ride you."

Your trembling right hand is pressing itself against his swollen dick before he can even verbalize an answer, and you use the rest of your strength to pull him down on top of you, and then flip you guys' over. Tears slightly blur your vision as you unstably unbutton his jeans and tug them down past his upper thighs, but you can still recognize the awe in is gaze. A human version of a hand is running itself through the mane on the side of your head, and you pause your ministrations to lean into the hold, and then his briefs are falling down with his pants. "You don't have to if you aren't up for it, doll. I saw you almost slip into subspace earlier." He gasps as you curl a fist around his length after licking your palm slick beforehand, and the gentle grip in your hair tightens. You mewl at the sensation, and carefully shake your head as you gather yourself and stabilize while straddling his lap.

His free hand comes down to hold you upright as you reach back to grasp onto him, with him hissing at the sensitivity as his cockhead brushes against your still sopping entrance. "Wanna take care of you, just like you take care of me," you almost whisper, and your train of thought gets temporarily lost as you slowly sit yourself down on his dick. The slight twinge of pain is still there regardless of his earlier fingering, and you sigh in relief as his wide girth stretches you to your brink. "You always fill me so well, like you were made for me." The hand on your side pinches itself into your skin, but you ignore the slight discomfort as you fully position yourself up onto your feet. Placing both of your hands on his naked and sweating middle, you both curse out loud with the first slide.

The first time you bottom with your full body weight, your legs almost give out from underneath you, with him pressed so perfectly against your cervix it almost brings tears to your eyes. The hand in your hair slides down to grip onto your ass, and then moves forward to begin to tease at your swollen and bulbous clit. "I was made to fuck you just like this, and for you to use me," James breathily responds, his skin overheating and burning as you bounce up and down his length with reckless abandon. Every single swing of your hips and stuttered pulsing thrust has him spurting small beads of precum in you, and when he feels the telltale sign he's going to cum, he flips you two around. "I can't have my good girl doing all of the work herself, now can I?"

He's burying himself fully into you and sheathing his girth into and against your stretched out and slick walls before you can answer, and all you can do is hold on. The blankets and sheets beneath you shift and crumple in, and you have to wrap a shaking leg around him in fear of sliding off the bed with the force and desperation behind his thrusts. The sounds coming out of you sound strangled and animalistic, and they turn into teary jerks of his name when he reaches down in between you two to stimulate you even further.

He barely even has to tap his thumb against you, because you're already falling apart. You've had countless amounts of rounds of sex with him sporadically over the past few years, but it never feels the same or becomes tiresome and boring. You reach up to dig your nails into his back's skin, knowing that he likes a little bit of pain of his own, and he's bearing himself into you so harshly and deeply, your top halves are sliding off the bed.

A hand is taking the brunt of the fall near your head, and you're nearly bent in half as he continues to use you for his own gain. The new position has your eyes rolling in the direction of the back of your head, and you can feel his skin breaking underneath your fingers as you hold on for dear life. The next piercing thrust has you silently gasping and going completely pliant and numb in his grasp, and you slowly fade off as your third orgasm within the last half an hour shoots through you. James is still pistoling himself in and out of you, before your abused and sore pussy walls constrict in just the right way, and he's filling you with his seed.

Shakily using his knees still pressed against the bed to carefully glide you two down to fully lie down on your carpeted floor, James places kisses to the crown of your head and rubs small circles in your side until you slowly start to resurface and come back to. "There you are." He greets you, his tone hoarse from his own moans and from how spent he now is, regardless of how much he just took from you. Your eyes are refocusing on him and then your eyebrows are furrowing at the itchy fabric being pressed into your forearms. Looking further down and seeing where you two ended up, you're only able to maintain a few seconds of calm eye contact with him, before you're both shaking in silent and hysterical laughter.

The room becomes completely dark once the candles meet their end less than a handful of feet away, and the neighboring lights fade as their owner's head to bed. Tiredly lifting your head to lean forward and kiss him with as much energy you can muster, you smile against his bruised red lips, and murmur, "happy Halloween." The same sentiment is being gently said back to you, and James holds onto you until you catch your breath and go to clean up, and until the morning sun threatens to rise.

You hold back a shiver as the wind from your open bedroom window cascades itself down your arms and legs, with that being the only skin not protected and covered by James' oversize shirt. You're tugged into a tight embrace, and then he's hefting himself back out of your window. "Maybe don't wait until Halloween to summon me again, alright?" He grins at you, and holds onto the window frame as he leans back to evade your halfhearted swat.

"As long as you stop scaring the shit out of my roommate, and just appear in my bedroom next time." You try to reason, but with the fucked out and content expression on his face, and the loose movement in his posture before he lets himself fall back, you know he isn't fully listening. Perking up at the mention of her, he goes to reassure you that he won't, even though he knows that he's going to end up messing with her again. He's got a tradition to uphold, and he is a creature of habit.

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James makes sure to listen in for any movement coming from the front part of the shared dormitory, before entering through the back door. Turning the kitchen light off to make sure his horns and elongated nails can't be seen in his shadow, he makes his way over to their pantry to unscrew the cabinet doors until they fall off.

Once he's done with his handy work, he purposefully pushes a half empty beer bottle off of the table, and makes his way back outside as multiple pairs of footsteps run their way towards the dining area.

A bright light is turned on, and then a frustrated scream can be heard, even as he rounds his way back towards the front of the house.

"I swear to God, I think I'm losing my mind! Someone sedate me!" He hears her scream, and he laughs to himself, before Steve's adding in. "The scratch marks were right there just less than an hour ago! Where the hell could they have gone?" James readjusts the damaged wooden doors in his arms, and sends you a wolfish grin when he sees you peering down at him with an incredulous and exasperated look on your face.

"Call me." He sends up to you, and you can't help but smile to yourself as he walks away, and then disappears.

Raising your now sore arms to push your window to a close and relatch the lock, you make a pitstop and bend down to grab onto the page ripped out of the spell book, before crawling back into your messy bed. The blood drop is now gone from the piece of paper, but you can still taste the residual of it from when you kissed him on the carpet. Satiated bliss weighs you down, and its got you easily closing your eyes and almost immediately falling asleep. Tightening your hold on the paper and rearranging yourself before you do, your last thought is.

'I am definitely calling him again.'

Hi sugar, I know it’s been awhile since I posted something on here. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to write or stopped. I would love to post again but don’t know what to write or who to write about. My requests are opened ❤️

Soooooo here is a list of people I could write about. Please, if there isn’t someone on the list that you like, ask me and I’ll see what I could do. I’ll take requests.

Fictional characters

Harry Potter

• Harry Potter

•Fred and George Weasley

•Theodore Nott

•Draco Malfoy

•Blaise Zabini

Criminal minds

•Spencer Reid

•Derek Morgan

•Aaron Hotchner

•Luke Alvez

Wednesday

•Xavier Thorpe

•Ajax Petropolus

Stranger things

•Steve Harrington

•Eddie Munson

•Mike Wheeler (age up)

•Billy Hargrove

• Jonathan Byers

Non-fictional people

Metallica

•Kirk Hammett

•James Hetfield

Motley Crue

•Nikki Sixx

•Tommy Lee

GNR

•slash

•Izzy stradlin

•duff McKagan

Megadeth

•Dave Mustaine

Formula 1

•Charles Leclerc

•Carlos Sainz

•Toto Wolff

•Lewis Hamilton

•Daniel Ricciardo

•Lando Norris