Smash.

BOTH AT THE SAME TIME

i can take them (not in a fight)

hi im the same person that requested the restaurant thing i have another idea😭🙏🏻

brothers bestfriend type thing? and sort of age gap but not too much of an age gap. AND ONE MORE THING. size kink😜. i sound stupid af but 👍

FIRST OF ALL I KNOW THIS REQ IS OLLDDDDD I SWEAR I STARTED WRITING IT THE DAY I GOT IT BUT THINGS PILED UP

the size kink part got a tad bit lost I think, lmk 😭

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ¹⁹⁸³

Well, James was always there, ever since my brother came home from school with him when they were kids. He was a year and a half older than me, and as time passed by, I could only develop a crush on him.

He was sweet, shy, the kind of guy who charmed in his own nervous little way. Over the years, I had learned to hide it inside, watching from afar as he and my brother had become like glue.

It was on one of those quiet summer nights, when everything changed. James had been sleeping over our house, just like countless times before.

My brother and him had been watching horror movies late into the night and now there was a complete death like silence as everyone drifted off to sleep.

I had stayed awake reading a book, when finally I finished it. I decided to go downstairs and quench my thirst with a glass of water from the kitchen.

I walked down the dim hall and rammed into what seemed to be a solid, warm mass. I looked up to find James standing there, his hands balancing me with a surprised grin.

"Sorry," I whispered, flushing my cheeks.

"No problem," he answered in a low pitch, the resonance of his voice hoarse in the silence of the night.

We stood for a moment, and the silence was heavy with an unsaid tension. His hand seemed to linger on my arm, and I felt the heat from his skin through the thin material of my pajama top.

"What are you doing up so late?" he asked, leaning casually against the wall.

"Couldn't sleep," I replied. "Just getting some water."

"Same here," he said with a faint smile. "Your brother's snoring is impossible to sleep through."

We both chuckled softly. I could feel a strange nervousness between us.

"Well, I should probably go back to bed," I said and took a step into my room.

"Yeah, me too." But neither he nor I moved an inch.

I looked back over where he was standing outside the door, feeling emboldened, almost flirtatious. "You want to come in for a little while? If neither of us can sleep..."

James hung there for a second before nodding. "Sure."

I walked ahead into my bedroom and closed the door but not completely. James followed me and closed the door behind him, the click seemed loud, as if we were doing something taboo.

We sat on the edge of my bed, and an awkward silence fell between us, pushing us apart and pulling us together all at once. James looked at me, in his eyes, a search for any sign of hesitation. When he found none, he turned to me and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You're different," he spoke softly. "More grown up. I can’t believe I’ve known you all these years.” He smiled, thinking back.

I felt my cheeks go warm, and my heart skipped. "Well, I’m almost 19," I chuckled, trying to sound casual.

James chuckled and barely touched his hand to my cheek. "Yeah, yeah, I know."

We just looked into each other's eyes for a long while. I felt the blood rushing to my face, and my mind raced with things I had never dared to think before.

The next thing I knew, I was leaning over, slowly locking my lips with his. It was hesitant at first, like he was scared to go too far, but when I eagerly returned, he deepened it.

My hands finally met his shoulders, and I held on to him like he was my anchor onto the world. His hands moved down my back, leaning us down right onto the bed.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he panted between kisses. "You're my best friend's sister.”

"I don't care," I whispered back, my fingers tangling in his pretty, long hair. "I want you, James. Please."

He groaned as he crumbled, and he kissed me again, his hands on my body suddenly quick in their roaming.

We sort of tumbled onto the bed, frantic, before he paused for a moment, looking at me worriedly.

"Are you 100% sure about this?" he asked again. His voice was still so soft and tender.

"Mhm," I hummed, heart thudding. "But…James, there's something I need to tell you first."

"What is it?" he asked as his eyes scouring mine.

"I, uh… I'm a virgin," I murmured.

His eyes widened, and he let out a shuddering breath as if he was shocked. "I'll be gentle," he promised, and his lips ghosted against my forehead. "But I can't promise I won't tease you. You're just too irresistible."

His words had me giggling. "Okay then, Hetfield," I whispered back.

James kissed me once more, his hands striving slowly up and down my body. He dragged his lips down my neck as his fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt. He pulled it off me, revealing my bare chest, and he let out a deep groan at the raw sight.

"You're so beautiful," he groaned, his lips trailing down into my chest.

I whined as he kissed and nipped at my skin, his hands making quick work of my Bra. He flung it out of the way as his lips moved down to my breasts, his tongue flicking and tasting over my sensitive nipples. I moaned softly, trying to keep quiet so we wouldn't be heard.

I was turning to jelly at the look of him, so much bigger than me, leaving me in his shadow as he devoured me.

His hands slipped further down my body, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. He pulled them down, along with my panties, baring everything for him.

"You're perfect," he said, his eyes raking over my body. “So delicate.” He pulled my legs apart again, tracing with fingers the sensitive skin on the inner thighs.

It was then that my body started shaking as I bit into my lip. "Please, James," I begged, needing him more than I had ever needed anything before.

His fingers danced at my entrance, and he smirked. "So needy," he murmured. The combination of amusement and desire was a heady thing in his voice. "I love it."

I whimpered and mewled, my hips bucking against his hand. "Please," I repeated, the word more than desperate.

Finally, James slid a finger inside of me. I gasped at the sensation, my back arched off the bed. Sure I’d fingered myself before, but having James do it… God, it was unreal.

He moved in slowly, his touch light as he explored each crevice inside of me.

“That’s it," he muttered, his eyes dark and swimming with his long held desires. "Doin’ so good."

He added a second finger, stretching me open while he continued stealing kisses from my lips. I felt myself becoming wetter with tick and motion. "James," I moaned, my hands clawing at his shoulders as my voice bounced off the walls.

"Shh," he whispered back, his lips grazing against my ear. "We have to be quiet, remember?”

I nodded, clamping my teeth together to keep myself from moaning as James worked his fingers inside me further while his thumb Very slowly worked my clit. The feeling was enough to make stars dance in front of my face. "You feel so good," he sighed, full of awe. “I’m still shocked you’re a virgin.” James snickered.

His tongue roamed every inch of my body, kissing and exploring my shivering skin. He stopped when he reached the core. Looking up, he grinned wickedly at me. "Fuck, I can't wait to taste you."

My cheeks burned, my body racked with a tremor of exctement. James's mouth finally landed on my clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves. I had to bite down on my tongue to keep from crying out.

James worked me with skill that left me to wonder how many times he'd down this before, sucking and licking me to the edge a number of times before pulling back and teasing.

"Please," I begged, never once thinking James would have me in this position. Towering over me, reducing me to a puddle of moans. "I need you, James, bad..."

He raised his gaze to mine, something dangerous flickering in his head as out eyes found each other. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked, almost amused.

I nodded wildly, like I was a deprived animal. "P-Please, James."

He moved back up my body, ridding himself of his shorts and boxers. His arousal sprung up agaisnt his lean stomach. Sure, I'd seen a few dicks in porno mags that my friends had, or some idiot in school. But this was different. He was raw, just a inches away from me.

I took in every detail of him, from the small patch of well groomed hair, to his impressive length. James gripped himself with a groan, teasing himself a second as he glanced up at me.

I nodded just as he was positioning himself between my legs. His cock he guided to my entrance, where the tip was sort of teasing me as he hovered above my body. "This might hurt a little," he said, his voice soft and low. "I'll go slow."

I nodded again, bracing myself against the possible pain. I gripped James shoulders as he stayed close, letting me hold onto him for support.

James pushed forward, and the head of his cock slipped inside me. I winced at the unfamilia feeling. He paused a little, giving me a moment to adjust, then pushed further. The pain was aching at first, but it slowly began to morph into something much more.

"You're doin' so good," he mumbled. "Good girl."

I blushed as the praise inflated my heart. James moved very slowly, each thrust quite careful, very calculated as he found his way deeper inside of me. The pain began to turn, replaced by a growing pleasure that had me moaning just softly for him, the boy I'd known for years, making me feel so good.

"That's it," James murmured, staring into my eyes as I squinted. "Take me, baby. You're doing so, so good."

I wrapped my legs around his waist while he began to move a bit more confidently. "James," I whined, the tips of my fingers dug into the divets of his shoulder blades.

"Shh," he whispered as he caught my lips in a hushing kiss. "We gotta be quiet."

It was surreal. I could feel the curve of every vein, every dip as he rocked inside of me, finding my sweet spot within seconds and focusing on it.

I nodded, bit my lip to silence my whines as James began to drive faster into me, the room filling with slick and obscene noises.

"James," I gasped, already needing to cum. I knew he could tell by the way I was clamping around him.

"I know," he groaned into my soft neck. "Let go, baby. I've got you."

I came with a keening cry, toes curling as I smushed my face into his shoulder to muffle the sounds tumbling from my lips. James was quick to pull from me, leaving me loose and missing his stretch. He squeezed and pumped his fist on his cock, locking eyes with me for a split second before the inevitable finally happened. He groaned softly, his head drooping to rest against my shoulder.

With a final whine, his hand slowed and I could feel the warm squirts of cum paint my abdomen, dripping down as he milked his final drops.

We sat frozen for a second, our naked bodies sweaty and glistening in the dark room. James gently smiled, motions tender and careful. He lay down beside me, snatching me into his arms.

"Are you okay?" he queried softly, his voice sounding perfect. How could it get any better than this? bathing in the bliss of our post sex euphoria, his voice in my ear and arms around me.

I nodded against his shoulder. "more than okay..."

James smiled, his eyes so warm. "You were amazing," he said, lazily pecking my forehead.

"I should, uh... clean off..." I giggled as we both glanced down at my cum-smothered stomach. James cheeks went a dark pink as he laugh.

"Get up, I'll help you," James smiled, helping me out of bed to assist in cleaning ourselves.

Hiiii can you write something about being a guitar tech for james and you two get really close but then Jason gets quite jealous andddd.... (Smut with a bit of angst and some fluff maybe ☺️)

Guess who just got their first request? 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

╰┈➤“𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲„ ๋࣭⭑

Jason Newsted x Reader

Contains Smut.

My eyes were fixated onto the guitar in my hands that will be used by Metallica’s James Hetfield in a few hours from now for their concert. My fingers trail across the black ESP MX220, searching for any flaw or scratches.

I pick on the new string I had put on his guitar as an exchange of the one he broke last time on a practice.

Getting a job as Hetfield’s guitar tech was honestly better than I expected. Unlike the stage team, I don’t need to walk back and forth and back and forth, carrying heavy properties in my arms.

Instead, I just have to make sure his instrument wont be messed up for the performance. Cause if it was.. let’s say I won’t be here backstage right now.

Suddenly, someone placed two hands on my shoulders, making my heart dropped and flinch to the point I almost dropped the guitar, immediately hugging it tightly.

Laughter fill my ears as I turn around and find a laughing James Hetfield in front of me. “Why so stiff? You’re not the one performing, are you sweets?” He chuckle and sit down next to me.

I quickly check the guitar once again, “Geez, James.. I almost dropped the guitar!” I huff in relief when I find no damage. He snicker and took a sip of the beer he’s holding. There’s seriously not a day I see him without a beer. “Yea yea, sorry.” He say.

The nice thing about working for James is that he was never really as cocky or bossy as how I heard some rock stars are. He’s actually a real charmer and entertainment.

As I start to tune the guitar carefully, I can still feel James’ presence next to me, hearing his breathing and drinking. Then, he spoke up again, something “Hey, did you cut your hair?”

I turn to him, my eyebrows raised out of confusion. “Uh.. yeah? Like a few inches or so to even the ends..” I answer slowly, “How did you even notice?” I chuckle.

He chuckle as well and run a hand through his long blond hair, “Ah you know, observation master.” He arrogantly say as he shrugs with a cocky smirk. “Lookin’ pretty, y’know?”

Flattered by his compliment, I look down and laugh softly, shaking my head.

At that moment, what I had not realized was the blue eyes from the other side of the room that are glaring at both me and James and the close proximity between us.

I was completely oblivious to how Jason was playing his bass while his eyes are narrowed and technically sending daggers at the back of our heads, his fingers basically gripping the instrument like his life depends on it.

“So..” James starts again, earning a hum from me while I’m still focused on tuning the electric guitar in my hands. I did notice the way he; “You got a plan after the concert?” He ask with a grin.

Feeling a bit taken aback by his sudden question, this time I look up at him before slowly answering, my voice slow with a hint of curiosity. “No.. why?” I raise an eyebrow. I’m quite positive almost everyone knew how much charm Hetfield holds and how many chicks he had wrapped around his fingers. On stage and.. in bed.

He look down and chuckle to himself before looking back up at me, “I’m just wondering if I can take you out for some dinner later?”

My eyes widens and I think about it for a while before answering.. “Huh.. sure.” I respond with a shrug and a small smile, earning a wider one from James.

“Shit!”

Our heads turns to the other side of the room, only to find Jason having one of his strings broken. I cringe to myself at the frustrated grimace he had on his face, glancing up at me a little before quickly returning his gaze to his bass as a roadie took it. He looked.. tense. Something in that glance he gave me odds me out..

I stood by the other roadies as we watch the band perform from the sides of the stage. I cross my arms, leaning against a wall. My eyes are fixated on James, cautious if his guitar starts going cuckoo, making sure I did all the set up for his guitar correctly.

At the same time, I can’t help but start nodding to the beat of the music, enjoying the live performance that’s right in front of my eyes in person.

But then, my sight of James was blocked when Jason starts playing next to him, his eyes clearly focused on me as he play his bass, headbanging. I raise an eyebrow as he manage to keep eye contact with me, my heartbeat starting to accelerate as he seem to not care if anyone else notice the- technically, eye-fucking he’s doing to me.

What is with him tonight?

Despite the sound being taken over by the two guitarists, I can tell Jason was playing his bass more intensely than usual. Scanning my eyes over his fingers, I can see the way he play the instrument much more passionately.

My eyes glance up again at his eyes, only to find him looking at me slightly smugly now, definitely noticing the way I eye his fingers. Fuck.

After that, I return my gaze towards the other band members and try to avoid Jason’s never ending gaze that lingers on and on.

Even when I’m not looking, I can feel how intense his eyes are. It’s burning a hole right through me. It’s causing a feeling of nervous to take over my sense.

The concert was getting closer to the end. The more I feel Jason’s eyes linger on me, the longer it feels like this show is going. I tap my shoe on the floor impatiently. I don’t even know why I’m getting so nervous.. I just.. His eyes..

“I’m going to the restroom.” I blurted out to the roadie next to me and tip toe my way out of the spot my shoes have practically been planted on since the concert started.

Shoving my hands in my pockets, I make my way past everyone and through the backstage area till my eyes finally found peace at the sign that shows the sentence: “Women’s Restroom”.

I sigh in relief as I place my hand on the handle and open the door, entering in. I close the door behind me and approach the sinks and rest my hands on both sides of it, looking at the reflection of my face on their slightly rusty mirror.

My eyes widens when I see how red my cheeks are. I slowly bring my fingertips up to my cheek, finding out how warm they are. What the hell happened to me?

Before I could process things any longer, the door busted open and when I turn to look towards it, I was met by the one and only Jason Newsted, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it as he storm up to me.

My heart beats louder and faster when he place his hand on mine, forcing them to stay on the sides of the sink.

“Jason—”

“What the fuck were you thinking, accepting James’ date?”

How similar his voice now and the voice he use onstage scares me, his hot breath fanning against my neck, making my breath hitch and my chest starts heaving up an down. “It—”

Before I can finish my sentence, he cut me off. “Did I tell you to speak?” He ask right against my ear as one of his hand clasped onto my mouth, shutting me up. I shake my head in response, trying to stay quiet for him.

He chuckle dryly and holds my wrists behind my back with his other hand, staring into my eyes through the reflection of us in the mirror. “Goddamn slut. Fucked me through the whole tour.. screamed my name almost every night.. kept what we have in the dark.. then you decided to flirt and go on a date with my bandmate instead.” He whisper.

Every letter that leave his lips seems to meet my chest directly, causing it to keep pounding only louder and louder. His eye contact on the mirror is strong, almost as if it’s directly. One thing I’ve learned from our times together.. Jason’s gaze is sharper than any razor. It never failed to have my heart pop out of my chest. And the only one that can pop it right back in is him.

“And now.. now you’re gonna pay.”

Before I can process his words, his hands moved to my hips and he spun me around, almost immediately connecting his lips onto mine.

I gasp into his mouth before slowly giving in and kissing back, my eyes fluttering close while my hands start to trail up to hold his cheeks, only for my hands to be slapped away.

He scoff and pin my hands onto the sides of the sink again, “Think a slut like you deserve to touch me? Keep. your. hands. there.” He demanded me, grinning just a bit at how aroused yet restricted I feel.

Then, my skin was blessed by the feeling of his lips back on me, this time on my neck. His kisses were mean and sloppy, biting a mark onto my skin every now and then. I yearn to touch that hair of his, run my fingers through it, pull on it.. but I know better than to disobey him.

Small whines leave my lips as he pull my shirt up and let it stay at the top of my chest, then he unbutton my pants and pull them down, the fabric pooling around my feet. He lean back to take in the sight for a second. “..There’s no way I’m letting Hetfield see you like this.” He mutter and shook his head before grabbing my hips and spun me around yet again.

I hold onto the sides of the sink, feeling like it’s the only thing I can depend on to balance my weak knees as he pushed my back and force me to bend over the sink. I feel his hand rub my back up and down.. slowly going into my hair and yanking it down so my head look up, my eyes meeting my own in the mirror.

“Keep your eyes there for me, baby.”

I didn’t even realize his own pants and boxers have left his skin, leaving his length to be revealed, hard as a rock with precum dripping on the tip. Oh how I crave to taste him. But for tonight, I know I have to play by his game and his only.

A shaky breath leave my lips as he pull my panties to the side, feeling the tip of his cock just lightly pressed against my swollen cunt, already wet.

The moment he actually pushed into me with a groan.. my pupils struggles to stay fixated on the sight in the mirror as a small whimper escapes me when he start slowly pumping into me, stretching me out.

The way his length will always stretch me out like a fresh cunt every time we do this still scratches a part of my brain, the way he always make me feel like a new woman every time he enters me, no matter how many nights we’ve done it during this whole tour.

His hands on my hips, fingers gripping tightly that it’s no doubt that it’ll leave a mark. I gasp as he starts to play mean again, thrusting faster and faster as the second goes on.

I can hear him groan and moaning behind me, a noise I would never get bored of, a type of melody I’d savor till the end of the world, a type of rhythm I’d surely find myself touching myself to once this tour ends.

Moans leave my own lips, unable to keep how good it feels to myself. My eyes starts to roll to the back of my head.. when I feel a harsh slap to my ass and another hand yanking my hair, earning a wince from me. “Eyes.” He demanded, this time his voice delivered it rather calmly.

Another thing that’ll keep me up all night is the way his voice will stay so calm and chill despite how mean he’s treating me. It made me acknowledge how good I made him feel, he’s surely not one to hide it as through our sexes he’d make statements like; “So good..”, “You make me lose my mind..”, “I love the way you feel”, and I’m not one to complain. Why would I?

We paused our movements when suddenly.. we hear a knock on the restroom door along with a voice calling my name. James Hetfield’s voice, to be specific.

“You in there? Hello?”

I feel a pang of fear and guilty of having to ditch him for Jason. I wonder if he’ll realize I am indeed here, yet stuffed with his bassist’s cock buried deep in my stomach.

“Answer him.” Jason’s words caught my off guard, I shift my head a little to look at Jason with wide eyes like he’s crazy. He actually looked dead serious, which made me gulp and shake my head, pleading him silently not to.

But then, he grabbed onto me and bring me to the door, his length staying inside me the whole time as he pin me against the wall this time, bringing his lips to my ear. “Answer. him.”

With a shaky voice, I slowly speak up. “Y-yes, James?”

“Oh! What are you doing there? Ready to go?”

“I..” I look over at Jason as he slowly hold my hips again slowly starts his thrusting again, creating a knot in my stomach as the tension is way too high for me to stay steady. “I- I don’t feel too good, J-James.. I’m sorry—” I quickly cut myself off with my hand as a moan almost slipped out.

I can hear the disappointment and concern in James’ voice as he spoke again, “Want me to come in?”

”NO! I- I mean— no, sorry, please I—” I struggle with my words as the feeling of releasing comes close to me, before I can utter another letter out, James spoke up again.

“I understand, see you tomorrow.” The disappointment in his voice guilts me out, but I’m way too distracted by Jason’s passionate thrusts as they get even faster again once James walk away from the door.

I let out a shaky breath as I hold onto the door, “Please.. ‘M close..” I whimper and try to grind back against him.

He groan and wrap an arm around my stomach, pulling my back against his chest, “Let go with me, baby. You can do it..” His voice was muffled against my neck as his hips’ movement starts to falter and he burry his face in my hair.

With one last thrust of his length, Jason and I release together, dirty noises coming out of us together as we can only hope no one from outside hears it. I can feel the sensation of our mixed cum oozing out of my pussy, his cock still buried in me as we try to steady ourselves.

My legs feels shaky as Jason holds me close in order to balance me, “You okay?” He mumble against my shoulder, pressing light feather-like kisses onto it.

Another thing I love. How soft he is after sex.

I hold onto his arm that’s still around my stomach and nod a little, huffing as I lean against him for support. “I- I’ll manage..” I spoke softly with a short nod, whimpering when he slip his cock out of me.

“I’m sorry.. I should’ve just let you have your date.”

I slowly turn around and hold onto his shoulder for balance instead, “Why- why do you care so much anyways..? I mean.. we’re.. we’re just fucking, right..?” My voice stays soft and gentle as I look into his blue eyes, finding it hard to tell what emotion or thought is planted in those eyes.

He sigh and shake his head, “I can’t control my feelings. I just can’t.” He mumbled as he wrap his arms around me and hug me close, his face hidden in my neck, I can feel his lips giving those soft kisses again, this time on top of the marks he had previously given. “I want you. Bad.”

I look down at him as I realize what he meant, slowly wrapping my own arms around him, “Jason..” I whisper. Meanwhile, the boy stays silent and stay hidden in my neck.

Might this be the start of something new?

Clone high: metallica load era , 1996

Re design of an old fan art that I drew a long time ago 🤢

we broke up (one shot)

hugh jackman x f!reader

summary: you get dragged to a work event by your boyfriend of three years when Hugh comes to flirt with you. after you reluctantly tell him you’re taken, he backs off for the most part. a few months later, Hugh tells the story during an interview but little does he know you’re single now. 

warnings: implied age gap (not mentioned), flirting while in a relationship (kinda)

authors note: here's a little oneshot I wrote tonight. enjoy <33

You’d been with your boyfriend, Rowan, for a few years now. He earned a degree in marketing and immediately got a job for a studio. While he enjoys his job and it brings in good money, the events he dragged you to were unbelievably boring. The company he worked for always had big parties after a success on a project. At first they were interesting, often running into celebrities here and there given that it was the success of their movie, but lately you found yourself sitting at the bar more often than not. It was routine at this point. Rowan would show you off for the first hour, then he would toss you aside to fend for yourself. You weren’t the biggest social butterfly, hence why you liked to sit alone, drinking. 

Tonight wasn’t any different. You were at another party for the successful marketing for Deadpool and Wolverine. You’d heard a few whispers that the stars of the movie themselves were somewhere wandering around but you hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing them. Rowan dumped you at the bar a little over thirty minutes ago and you’ve been sipping on some fruity little drink ever since, completely in your own world. You made small talk with the bartender every once and a while but you were mainly people watching. 

“Mind if I join?” A deep Australian accent asks. You look up and see a gorgeous older man. He was wearing a dark blue suit with a pair of black expensive looking glasses. He was deliciously tall and had a thich salt and pepper beard. “Uh no, go ahead.” He sits in the bar stool next to you. He orders a drink from the bartender before returning his attention back to you. “Pardon me if this is too forward but you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” The comment takes you aback. “Oh um, thank you. That’s really sweet of you to say.” He looks down to your glass that’s nothing but melted ice at this point. “Can I buy you another drink?” He asks. “You probably shouldn’t. I’m taken…sadly.” You whisper the last part, unsure if he heard it or not. “Oh! I apologize for coming on to you. You’ve been sitting here by yourself for so long, I thought you might have come alone.” You huff out a laugh. “My boyfriend works for the company. He’s out there socializing or whatever.” You shrug and signal to the bartender, asking for another drink. “That’s a shame. If you were mine, you’d be on my arm all night.” He smirks. “Is that right?” You smile at him. Before he can answer, you feel your phone vibrate with a text from Rowan that reads ‘where are you babe? Time to leave.’ 

“Well, the boyfriends calling, I gotta go.” You carefully climb out of the chair and grab your jacket and purse off of the back. As you start to walk away, the man speaks again. “Wait! What’s your name?” You turn back to face him. “Y/n.” He smiles and repeats it. “I’m Hugh.” His answer surprises you. “Oh! Congrats on the movie. I didn’t even recognize you at first with the beard and all.” He laughs. “Bye Hugh.” You wave before walking off.

—

It’s been a few months since that night in July, it being September now. You and Rowan had broken up mid-August, both of you agreeing that the relationship wasn’t going anywhere. It hurt for a little bit but you knew it was for the best. Living with him had been awkward as you searched for a new place, deciding that he can keep the current apartment. You wanted a fresh start, which is where you are now. Tonight was your first night in your new apartment. You didn’t have any furniture yet but you were happy. You bought an air mattress to make do until you could afford an actual bed. 

It was around midnight and you were doing your nightly youtube watch. You were scrolling through your recommended videos when you saw Hugh’s face pop up. It was an interview posted a few minutes ago from him on some late night show you’d never heard of. You clicked on it, wanting to hear what the man was up to these days. The interview was a standard one, mostly questions on his upcoming movie about some sheep. You weren’t really paying attention, close to dozing off when a question peaked your interest. 

“So Hugh, it’s almost been a year since the announcement of your divorce and the fans wanna know…How’s your dating life doing? Are you seeing anyone?” The woman asks, wiggling her eyebrows. Hugh lets out a big laugh. “I’m actually not seeing anyone. It’s funny you ask because the last time I even attempted to flirt with a woman she turned me down.” The interviewer's eyebrows shoot up in shock. She gasps before asking, “How could anyone turn you down? We need to know the full story here.” 

“Ryan and I were at this party for the marketing team that worked on Deadpool and Wolverine and I saw this absolutely gorgeous girl sitting at the bar all alone.” The interviewer is nodding her head, engaging with every word Hugh says. “I eyed her for a while to see if anyone was with her but she sat there alone for a good thirty minutes before Ryan hyped me up to go over there. When I finally did, I ordered a drink and tried to play it cool but I felt the urge to tell this girl how stunning she was, so I did.” You giggle to yourself and you hear him tell the story from his point of view. “She thanked me and I offered to buy her another drink. I kid you not, in the prettiest voice I’ve ever heard she says ‘you probably shouldn’t, i’m taken.’” His hands go up to his chest, gripping right above his heart. “My heart broke mate. I flirted a little more in true Hugh fashion but she had to go. I haven’t been able to get her out of my head since.” 

“What a lucky woman, I’m sure she regrets it.” 

“Hey, I tried my best.” He shrugs before looking at the camera. “Y/n, if you ever break up with him. I’m all yours baby.” 

Your jaw drops, the sound of cheers blasting from your phone.  

‘we broke up. I’m all yours. @/RealHughJackman’ 

You hit send on the tweet and hoped it would be enough to bring him back to you.

thank you for reading <3

REAL

I have never wanted to give someone head more in my entire life

Ok hear me out

Having a bet with james and that leads to marathon sex

💙

This is SUCHH a good idea I love this so so much

It all started with a simple bet. James and I had been lounging around the apartment on a lazy Saturday afternoon, the kind where the hours seem to stretch endlessly, and you find yourself inventing ways to entertain each other.

We had been playfully bickering over something trivial, who was the better cook, I think, and in a burst of competitive spirit, I challenged him to a cook-off, of sorts.

The winner would get to decide what the loser had to do.

We spent the next hour or so in the kitchen, trying to outdo each other with our culinary skills.

In the end, after much laughter and a few minor disasters, we called it a draw. But instead of ending the game there, James had a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Alright,” he said, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. “How about this: we see who can last longer in bed tonight. The loser has to do whatever the winner says for the entire day tomorrow.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, feeling a thrill of excitement at the challenge. “You’re on, Hetfield,” I replied, grinning.

When We finally climbed into bed, it wasn’t long before the playful banter turned into something much more heated.

James was always the dominant one in our dynamic, and tonight was no different. He pulled me close, his hands roaming over my body, and I could feel the heat pooling low in my belly.

“Ready to lose?” he murmured against my ear, his voice low and husky.

I laughed softly, running my fingers through his hair. “You wish.”

He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth with a need that left me breathless.

His hands moved with ease, stripping me of my clothes until I lay bare beneath him.

I could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against my thigh, and I couldn’t help but reach down to stroke him, relishing the way he groaned at my touch.

James pulled away just long enough to shed his own clothes, and then he was back, his body pressing me into the mattress.

He positioned himself between my legs, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at me.

“You have no idea how much fun I’m gunna have with you,” he said, his voice rough with need.

I bit my lip, arching my back to press closer to him. “Then don’t keep me waiting.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement.

With a firm, steady thrust, he entered me, and I gasped at the sensation of him filling me completely.

James was big, and no matter how many times we did this, I always felt a delicious stretch as he pushed inside me.

“God, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he began to move.

I couldn’t help but whine, the pleasure rising quickly with each thrust.

James set a relentless pace, his cock driving into me at a force that made my toes curl. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, and he responded by angling his hips just right to hit that perfect spot inside me.

“Fuck, James,” I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He grinned down at me, his expression one of smug satisfaction. “You like that, baby?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. James was relentless, to say the least, his thrusts hard and fast, the promise of release just out of reach.

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss, and the added friction pushed me over the edge.

I came with a cry, my body tensing and then shuddering around him. But James didn’t stop. He kept moving, drawing out my orgasm until I was a quivering mess beneath him.

“That’s one point for me,” he murmured against my ear, his voice filled with smug satisfaction.

I laughed breathlessly, my fingers tangling in his hair. “You’re not done yet.”

“Not even close,” he replied, his hips still moving with that continuous force.

We kept going, the night dragging on as we tested each other’s limits.

James was tireless, his stamina seemingly endless, and I found myself giving in to the sex over and over again.

Every time I thought I couldn’t possibly take any more, he found a new way to push me further, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of my body.

At one point, he pulled me onto his lap, his hands guiding me as I rode him. The new angle forcing shakes of pleasure through me, and I could feel yet another orgasm building.

“Fuck, James,” I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders for support.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Come on, baby. Show me how good you can be.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I moved faster, chasing that elusive high, and when it finally hit, I cried out his name, my body vibrating with the force of it.

We had both cum so many times now, we’d definitely need to change the sheets. My stomach and inner things were smothered with his cum.

Eventually he gave up on pulling out, releasing in my over and over. My legs shook as my own juices flows down my legs.

James didn’t stop. He flipped us over, pinning me beneath him as he pounded into me. The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the slap of skin against skin and the low, throaty moans that escaped his lips.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

I could only moan in response, my mind too foggy with pleasure to form coherent words. His cock drive into me perfectly.

“Tell me how much you love it,” he demanded, his voice rough.

“I love it,” I gasped, my nails clawing into his back. “I love you.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, his pace never faltering.

We lost track of time, the hours blending together as we gave in countless times.

He was utterly insatiable, his need for me evident in every pump, every touch, and I couldn’t get enough of him.

By the time the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, we were a knot of limbs, our bodies slick with sweat.

James had collapsed beside me, his breathing heavy, and I could feel the pleasant ache of satisfaction in every muscle.

He turned his head to look at me, a lazy smile on his lips. “I think it’s safe to say we both won. I think I lost count…”

I laughed softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “I think you’re right.”

James pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me as we settled into a comfortable silence. There was no need for words, no need to declare a winner.

I was perfectly content to stay right where I was, wrapped in the arms of the man I loved.

Sooooo

Can you make a part two of summer heat pleasee ❤️❤️❤️

sorry it took me so long to post this, babe! hope you like it <3

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭

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jason newsted x reader │ word count: 2,6k │part 2

“Why wouldn’t I want to be friends anymore?” he asked. You bit your lip, looking away, and he called your name softly. You hesitantly raised your eyes to meet his gaze. “I’m not just gonna leave and ignore you after we hook up, okay? I’m not like those other guys you used to date either.”

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

After that hot summer day, you didn’t see Jason much for the rest of the week.

Not that you were expecting to see him; he had his own life, being in a band and working part-time, so it’s not like you could expect him to always be around. But after your last hangout, you couldn’t help feeling a bit anxious about him being MIA. Yeah, you'd agreed to keep things chill, but what if he’d changed his mind? What if he didn’t want to see you, or worse, what if he didn’t want to be friends anymore?

You also couldn’t help thinking about the last time you were together, and how Jason had talked about all the things he had in store to show you.

All in all, you spent most of your days pretty distracted, so much so that you totally forgot about your parents’ wedding anniversary and that they’d be away camping for the weekend. That meant you and your brother, Andrew, would have the whole place to yourselves for the next few days.

With him and Andy being so close and the pool in your backyard perfect for the summer heat, you figured you’d probably see Jason around eventually. And you were right; as you were getting ready to spend Saturday by the pool, you heard the doorbell ring and the familiar noise of your brother rushing down the stairs, followed by Jason’s voice.

You bit your lower lip, looking at your reflection in the vanity mirror as you finished brushing your hair, trying to ignore how his voice made your heart flutter. You knew if you didn’t want things to get weird, you’d have to go down and talk to him. It’s not like you didn’t want to see Jason, but you were worried he might see you differently after not talking to you for most of the week. Plus, no way in hell did you want your brother to suspect anything had happened between you two.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a few knocks on your bedroom door. You stood up quickly and opened it, blinking in surprise when you saw Jason, not missing the way his eyes wandered quickly through your body before meeting yours.

“Hey,” he said, making a small smile instantly appear on your lips,  “Andy told me to come get you. I brought beer.”

“Oh, cool! I’ll be down in a minute, just need to change.”

“Gonna put on that cute black bikini?” he grinned, and your face flushed as you felt the faintest hint of butterflies growing restless in your stomach. “Don’t be long, then.”

You changed quickly into the black bikini Jason had mentioned, grabbed your sunglasses, a magazine, and a towel, then headed downstairs. You smiled as you walked out to the backyard, seeing Jason and your brother chatting and sipping on beers while the radio played some tunes softly.

“There she is!” Andy grinned when he saw you. “Beer’s in the cooler, sis. I was just about to head to the store to grab some snacks.”

“We’ve got those potato chips Mom bought in the cupboard,” you said, grabbing a bottle for yourself. You sat down in one of the lounge chairs by the pool. “You could bring us some dip.”

“On it. Be back in a jiffy. Don’t drink all the beer while I’m gone!” Andy said as he left. You chuckled softly, then leaned back on the chair, flipping through your magazine as the sun warmed your skin.

You blinked, surprised, when Jason took the magazine from your hands and sat on the edge of your lounge chair, his rough denim shorts brushing against your thigh. You raised an eyebrow, and he smiled.

“You’re just gonna sit there and read?” he asked. “Don’t you wanna come into the pool with me?”

“I just put on sunscreen. Gotta wait a bit before I can get in the water, you know?” you shot back, and he smiled. You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered when he rested his hand on your thigh, his rough palm against your skin.

“You know you look hot in that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low, and you blushed. You giggled, rolling your eyes.

“Jase, you don’t have to get all flirty just because we hooked up. I’m not like all those other girls you hang out with.”

“Of course not,” he inched closer. “I’m saying it because it’s true, though.”

Your breath hitched when he pressed his lips to yours, his tongue moving slowly against yours as he squeezed your thigh. Kissing him for the first time had been awkward, but now the feel of his lips made your whole body tingle, desire coursing through you like poison. He nibbled on your lower lip, and you sighed, resting one hand against his chest.

“What was that for?” you whispered, and he laughed softly.

“I missed your taste,” he said, making you blush. “I’ve been thinking about you all week…”

“If that’s true, then how come I haven’t seen you at all?” You tried to sound casual, but your voice gave away how upset you actually were. Jason raised an eyebrow, surprised, his hand moving from your thigh to your chin, gently tilting your head to meet your downcast eyes.

“I was busy with band stuff,” he said simply. You huffed, not entirely convinced.

“So it wasn’t because you didn’t want to be friends anymore?” you asked.

“Why wouldn’t I want to be friends anymore?” he asked. You bit your lip, looking away, and he called your name softly. You hesitantly raised your eyes to meet his gaze. “I’m not just gonna leave and ignore you after we hook up, okay? I’m not like those other guys you used to date either.”

You sighed, feeling a wave of relief wash over your worries. You hadn’t fully realized how much your shitty past relationships had made you worry about Jason’s behavior. But Jason was right; you’d known each other for years, and you trusted him completely. It wasn’t worth stressing over stuff like this when you knew he’d never hurt you like other people had.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. Jason hummed, gently caressing your hair before leaning in for another kiss.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, his lips softly moving against yours. You leaned closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, a small sigh escaping your open lips as his hand caressed your thigh, his fingertips dangerously close to the growing wetness between your legs.

“What if Andy comes back?” you breathed between kisses, your face flushing as Jason pushed the fabric of your bikini aside, his fingers searching for your clit. “Jase, what if someone sees us?”

“We’ll just have to be quick,” he whispered, and you moaned softly when he pressed his fingertips against your clit, using his other hand to spread your thighs apart. You let out a small, surprised noise when he kneeled, pulling you to the edge of your seat before his tongue found your clit. You buried a hand in his hair, biting back a moan as he pushed two fingers inside you, curling and moving them slowly while he licked and sucked on your wetness.

“Fuck, Jason,” you muttered, eyes fluttering shut as his touch made your whole body tingle, heavy breaths escaping your lips as you bucked your hips forward. Jason let out a breathy laugh, his fingers’ movements making you moan.

“Gotta be quieter, princess,” he whispered, and you rolled your eyes, laughter escaping your lips. Jason kissed your inner thigh softly, his tongue going back to your clit, the wet pressure of his movements making your breath catch. 

You closed your eyes, fingers tangling in his hair again, trying not to moan as the knot in your belly tightened. Jason picked up the pace of his fingers inside you, making your toes curl as you let out small moans.

“Jase…” you moaned, but he didn’t ask you to keep it down this time, too focused on pleasuring you with his fingers, his kisses, his tongue.

You moaned softly as you felt your insides squeeze around his fingers, starting slow but getting harder and harder until you threw your head back, your chest heaving as the intensity of your orgasm washed over your body, trembling as you tried to keep quiet. You gripped Jason’s hair a bit harder, rocking your hips as he helped you ride the waves of pleasure, his tongue’s movements getting sloppier until he finally stopped, pressing a soft kiss against your clit before putting your bikini back in place.

Jason got up, sitting beside you on the lounge chair before pressing his fingertips against your lips. You opened your mouth, tasting yourself as you sucked on his fingers, and he let out a low, satisfied sound before kissing you again. You moaned into his kiss, the fire inside you far from quenched as you pulled him closer, your hand sliding down from his chest to his belly and then to the button of his shorts.

“What are you up to?” Jason asked, his smile evident in his voice. You nibbled on his lower lip softly, undoing his shorts’ button and pulling the zipper down before palming his hardness through the fabric of his underwear, satisfaction blooming in your chest when you heard his breath catch.

“Gotta take care of this before my brother gets back,” you whispered, and he grunted as you pulled his underwear down, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He was so pretty, all hard and already wet with precum as you stroked him slowly. “What if he catches you like this, hard for his sister?”

“God,” Jason moaned, and you giggled softly. “If you keep talking like that…”

“What happened to being quiet?” you asked, and he grunted, his hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer for another kiss. You moaned into his mouth, massaging his cock’s tip with your thumb as you stroked him faster and faster.

“I’m gonna make a mess,” Jason moaned, his free hand gripping the edge of the chair so hard his knuckles turned white. “Princess, when I cum, I’m gonna…”

“It’s okay,” you whispered in his ear before taking him into your mouth.

Jason let out a long, low moan as his grip on your hair tightened, and you moaned softly against his skin as you sucked on his cock slowly. You closed your eyes, tasting the saltiness of his skin against your tongue as you moved your head up and down, trying your best to fit him into your mouth while your hand wrapped around his base. You focused on his tip, pressing your tongue flat against it at first, then using the tip of your tongue to massage it in small circles.

He let you take the lead at first, but eventually the pleasure became too much; Jason grunted, bucking his hips forward, pushing his cock into your mouth, slowly, then harder, his fingers tangled in your hair as he pushed your head down. You gagged softly, closing your eyes as you let him take control, trying to steady your breath as he moved inside your mouth, harder and faster, his breath getting more irregular as he got closer to his peak. He let out a low moan, hips pushing into your mouth one last time as he came, and you moaned when you felt his thick cum shoot into your mouth.

You pulled away, barely having time to swallow before his lips crashed into yours, his hands pulling you closer, and you knew then this hadn't been nearly enough for either of you. You needed more of him, and you knew Jason felt the same. You leaned back in the chair, Jason leaning forward to keep kissing you as one of his hands grabbed your waist, his tongue moving against yours while you moaned into his mouth.

“I’m back!” you heard your brother’s voice from inside the house, and suddenly Jason’s lips were nowhere near yours as he stood up, quickly pulling his pants up and grabbing his half-full beer bottle. He settled into the other lounge chair as you hastily grabbed the magazine you were reading and opened it to a random page. You glanced up as your brother walked into the backyard, a plastic bag in one hand and a beer crate in the other, while you tried your best to steady your breath. “I got cheese dip and more beers. And some frozen pizza for later,” he announced.

“Thanks, Andy,” you said, trying to play it cool as you turned a page from your magazine. Andy frowned, looking confused as he glanced at you, and you bit your lower lip, heart racing as his eyes quickly scanned your face.

“Did you forget sunscreen again? Your face's all red,” he said, still puzzled, and Jason snorted. You looked away, trying to ignore how his comment made you blush even harder.

“You know what, I think I did. I’m just gonna go to the bathroom and put some on,” you stood up, eager to escape the situation and get away from your brother's attention. He shrugged, taking the spot you had vacated as his attention shifted to Jason.

“Dude, wanna crash here tonight? We could watch those new horror flicks I got,” Andy asked, distractedly reaching for the cooler. You stopped, blushing a bit when Jason lifted his eyes to meet yours, a small, mischievous smile appearing on his lips.

“Sure,” he answered, eyes locked on yours as he spoke. “Bet it’s gonna be a fun night, don’t you think?”

Arguments

Requested by: Anon

Genre: 18+ Smut minors dni

Word Count: 784

Warnings: Public sex, bathroom sex, p in v sex, edging

I could feel the music pulsing through my veins. My boyfriend Kirk and I were at a party. It was his idea to come, but now that we are here, he has been quiet and sulking on a couch. Because I was here, I wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity for a good time. 

I was dancing with Lars, who also happens to be one of my best friends. We were laughing and having a good time. Everything is completely platonic between us.

I was laughing, and enjoying myself when a firm hand gripped my wrist. I turned to see Kirk, who uncharacteristically looked pissed. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked him, feeling a bit worried. 

“We’re leaving.” Was all he said before he turned dragging me away from the dance floor. I turned, giving Lars a confused look. He just shrugged and waved.  

“Hey, you can stop dragging me, I can walk myself.” I said. Kirk ignored me and opened the passenger door. I slipped in and he slammed it. “What is your problem?” I asked as he slid into the driver's seat. He glanced over at me with a glare. 

“We go to a party together, and you spend the whole time dancing with another guy.” He said, his tone was low and cold. 

“Yeah, because the second we got there you sat down. It wasn’t just some guy though, it was Lars. He’s harmless.” I argued. 

“So you didn’t even try to ask me to dance or see what was going on with me?” Kirk asked, his voice starting to raise. 

“I’m not a goddamn mind reader, you were the one who wanted to go to the party, bud, I don’t know what you want me to say.” I said getting frustrated. 

“Bud?” He questioned. I folded my arms looking out the window. “Get out, we’re going back in.” He snapped. 

“What?” I asked, feeling confused. 

“Out.” He reached over to open my door. Confused, I got out and closed the door. He came around grabbing my wrist again. 

“”Where are we going?” I asked, following behind him as best I could. He didn’t answer. We got back to the party, he pushed past a bunch of people and entered the bathroom. 

Kirk locked the door, then turned to me, there was a fire in his eyes. 

“Face the mirror.” He commanded. I did as he said and faced the mirror. He maintained eye contact through the mirror as he came up behind me. He flipped my skirt up and pulled my panties down. My eyes widened. 

“What are you-“ I started. 

“Am I your bud? When I make you come so hard you’re seeing stars? Hmm?” He asked. 

“No.” I said softly. 

“What was that?” He asked cupping his ear with one hand as the other snaked around and started rubbing my clit. 

“N-no.” I stuttered but it was louder. Kirk continued rubbing my clit as he spread my legs. He started rubbing me faster bringing on a quick orgasm. Just as I was about to come, he stopped. I whined rubbing my back against him. 

“You come when I let you.” He whispered in my ear. I nodded. Kirk dropped his pants and he entered me from behind me, stretching me out. He pulled his hips back and snapped them back hard, I let out a small scream. His pace was hard and fast. 

“Oh fuck. Kirk.” I moaned out and closed my eyes. 

“Open your eyes. Look in the mirror. Who makes you feel this good?” He said. I opened my eyes and met his eyes in the reflection. 

“You do. Only you.” I moaned. He reached around and started rubbing my clit again. I could feel the orgasm bubbling beneath the surface. 

“Please.” I said. 

“Please what?” He asked continuing to rut into me. 

“Please let me come.” I begged. He added more pressure on my clit. I screamed as I came. His hips didn’t stop. I leaned against the sink and he came filling me up. He leaned his forehead against my shoulder. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t in a good mood tonight. Please never call me bud again.” He whispered. 

“I won’t. I’m sorry you were having a bad night and I just left you to sit around.” I said reaching back to rub his side. 

He pulled out and pulled his pants up. He pulled my panties up and helped me get presentable. He turned around and kissed me softly. 

“Wanna go home and fuck some more?” I offered with puppy eyes. Kirk nodded with a chuckle. 

“Sounds like a plan, babe.” He kissed my forehead and wrapped an arm around me as we exited the party.

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-Isa

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