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Kurt Cobain asleep after the underwater shoot of Nirvana for Nevermind. Kurt didn't feel well that day.

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All day, all night, every position, every location

i LOVE when he uses his hair like that

a fic where slash and reader join the band around the same time, are rivals for a while but slash starts to fall for reader and gets jealous when axl hits on reader and that night is his last straw and confesses

Short Fic:

Despite being rivals since knowing each other, Slash begins to slowly build feelings towards you. His feeling grow until he sees Axl flirting with you

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Slash typically never had an issues with people. Got along with most everyone, made friends easily. That was you came along. Ever since you joined the band he kept feeling like he had to one up everything you did. Slash didn’t really know why, but you just ticked him off. And you, seeing that Slash had something against you for whatever reason, built up resentment towards him as well.

The little scuffles between you two were never enough to really cause much of an issue within the band. Snarky comments here and there, eye rolls, just about anything petty to make each other annoyed. More than once you hid Slash’s top hat and smoked his cigarettes. In return he’d hide all your picks in the most inconvenient places.

As the weeks drug on into months, Slash began noticing a change. A change within himself. In the days you weren’t at practice, he found himself missing your presence. He started to feel guilty when he pulled little pranks on you. He began to be a little nicer, buying you coffee unprompted, helping you move your stuff. It made Slash feel conflicted, why was he feeling so differently? You seemed to be doing just the same.

One morning, while halfway through his third cup of his JD/coffee mix, Slash accepted the fact that he’d developed feeling for you. A crush, if you will. He stared down into the cup, he felt like he was the awkward little kid in middle school again. There was no goddamn way that he was going to tell you- there was absolutely no sign that you even tolerated him, let alone liking him romantically. Plus, rejection would just make things… weird… within the band.

Sighing, while running his hand across his face, he decided he would just do nothing. After all, he was probably just confused. There was no way he actually caught feelings for someone as annoying as you. No way at all… He’d keep messing with your stuff, even if it made him feel bad to watch you frantically look around for whatever it was he hid.

Standing up with a groan, Slash was going to get some more coffee and a lot more Jack Daniels when he heard Axl’s voice in the room over. He furrowed his brows- that bastard was never up this early. Hell, he wasn’t usually ever up this early either- but here they were. Curiosity took over, as far he knew, he was the only one here… besides Axl apparently.

Slash peered around the corner and felt his blood run… cold? Axl was there in the kitchen, but so were you. Being this close, he could tell what was going on. Axl was blatantly flirting with you. He was getting up in your personal space, buttering you up. Praising your skills as musician, commenting on your hard work, mentioning how beautiful you looked that night. And worst of all? You were smiling, a light blush dusted your cheeks as Axl continued to flatter you.

Jealousy coiled in his gut. He realized, a bit belatedly, that he probably had more than just a little crush on you. Slash knew that he should be in Axl’s place. He should be the one calling you beautiful, using god-awful pickup lines. He wanted you to be the one smiling at him. You should be- Slash stopped himself. Maybe he was getting a little too carried away. Drunk- he was probably drunk. But staring at the scene e of you and Axl in the kitchen almost made him feel sick. He was going to regret this. He pushed away from the doorway and turned away.

Yup. He was already regretting it. He turned around again, making his way into the kitchen. Both you and Axl looked up. He was about to greet Slash when he grabbed your arm.

“We’ve gotta talk.” He said, voice more strained than he hoped. Pulling you up from where you were, he practically drug you out of the kitchen- leaving behind a very confused Axl. Your questions went unanswered as Slash pulled you into the next nearest room… which happened to be the bathroom.

“Hey?! What the hell are you doin’?” You asked, utterly confused. What sorta bullshit prank was he trying to pull on you this time? But ask you looked at him, Slash was very obviously averting his gaze, “Slash..? Uhm?”

“Uhh” Slash repeated. He felt awkward… why the did he go into the bathroom of all places?! He licked his lips anxiously, “I gotta talk to you.”

You looked at him skeptically, “Yeah… you told me that. About what though?”

“About…” Slash couldn’t bring himself to say the words. His palms were getting sweaty- he was to to nervous, “Er… uh about you..?”

He didn’t even sound like he was here about what he was saying. You have him a flat look, “About me, huh?”

He nodded, a bit too quickly, “Yeah… mhm. Uhm. Yeah, I’m just, y’know, sorry? For everything.” Slash swallowed a bit harshly, internally cursing himself for acting like a damn twelve year old.

“Sorry?” Your defensive demeanor fell. Sorry? Was he really apologizing for being a jackass?

He nodded again, “Sorry. You’re pretty cool, y’know? I like jammin’ with you… and you’re pretty funny- and pretty in general” He added.

You looked around, expecting some kinda joke. For something to happen. But nope, it was just you, Slash, and the bathroom, “You’re sorry… like really sorry.”

“Really damn sorry. I like you. A lot.” He looked at you, “I mean it… you’re funny. You’re hot, like really fuckin’ hot. I just- I wanna stop actin’ like I don’t like you when I really do, y’know?”

You couldn’t stop that smile that fell upon your lips… this guy, “Yeah? I guess I think you’re pretty cool too.”

Slash seemed surprised to hear that, “Yeah..?- uhm well anyways. I just was gonna tell you-”

You cut him off, “You were jealous weren’t you?” You said with a cheeky grin, “You like me so you didn’t like seen Ax talk o’ with me? Right?”

He felt embarrassed, “I guess you could say that…”

“You aren’t the most observant… are you?” You said slyly, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the lips, “I think I noticed it before you did.”

Slash was confused, but relief flooded his chest as you leaned up to kiss him, “I didn’t notice what..?”

You only rolled your eyes, “I love you, you damn moron” You gave him another kiss, a bit longer than time. Slash was still confused, but he accepted it.

“Yeah… I love you too.”

The rest of that, whatever went down in that bathroom is history. Axl vowed to never use that bathroom again.

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I hate i hate i HATE being a switch bc I could be domming and then they could say something remotely hot in a dominant tone and I'd stutter and get shy and fold SO FAST. ugh.

I hate i hate i HATE being a switch bc I could be domming and then they could say something remotely hot in a dominant tone and I'd stutter and get shy and fold SO FAST. ugh.

Some duff fluff where reader gets her period while she was sleeping and accidentally gets blood on the sheets so she feels bad and he comforts her

A/n: A good chunk of the fluff that I write is about periods and I think that says a lot

Warnings: Nothing, just fluff on your period

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Duff combed his fingers through your hair, a warm smile on his face as he watched you sleep.

Your nose scrunched as you began to stir, eyes fluttering open but sleep clung to your eyelids, weighing them down. Duff kissed the tip of your nose, then your forehead before he spoke. "Good morning, love." His voice was quiet and a little raspy from having woken up not long ago.

"Morning, Duffy." You mumbled, curling up and nuzzling your face into his chest. The movement was enough for you to feel a wetness between your legs.

Thinking you were just horny a grin spread across your face. You pushed Duff onto his back and straddled his lap, lips already going for his neck before you caught a glimpse of the crime scene on the sheets right where you'd been sleeping.

Your eyes widened, mortified at what you'd done. You quickly pulled the sheets up, trying to be discreet about it, and hauled ass to the bathroom with nothing more than a panicked "Excuse me."

Your shorts were ruined, there was no way to hide it. You sat on the toilet, holding your head in your hands as you tried to come up with something.

Finally, you reached for the toilet paper, it was your only hope.

"Hey, are you ok?" Duff's voice came from the other side of the door with a quick knock. "There's stuff under the sink." You paused for a moment before darting to the cabinets and finding a box of the same brand and same size pads/tampons that you use, along with a few other things. "Open the door, I've got something for you to change into." You chewed your cheek, hesitating to open the door.

You wanted to get out of your bloodstained shorts, a new pair of underwear wouldn't hurt either, but the thought of opening the door and looking him in the eye after that...

You took a deep breath and turned the doorknob, still on your knees from digging through the cabinet.

Duff's head slowly fell as he tried to find you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth when he saw you. "You didn't do anything wrong, you know." He said, handing you a pile of clothes, some new underwear and sweats along with one of his shirts.

"Your sheets are ruined." You mumbled taking the clothes from him.

"They came with the apartment." He said. "You didn't ruin anything." He leaned down and gave your forehead a quick kiss before closing the door.

You changed, using the products he had on hand, gave yourself a quick pep talk in the mirror before heading out to face the issue at hand.

You swung the door open to see... nothing. Well, not nothing, just no mess. Duff was pulling the sheets into themselves, making a bundle to throw out.

He set the pile on the floor by the door before coming over to you and wrapping his long arms around you, pulling you tight to him. "Get yourself set up on the couch, I'll go throw these out and then we can watch movies or something." He said, peppering your face in kisses.

Duff left with the pile of sheets, you heard the front door close a moment later with pulled you from your trance. You shook your head, taking a last glance at the clothes on the floor of the bathroom. You weren't sure what to do with them, but he told you to go to the couch so you did.

You wrapped yourself up in a blanket, curling up in the corner of the couch until Duff came back. He pushed your hair back and kissed your forehead, taking a seat beside you and wrapping his arm around you so he could pull you to his side.

"I need things." You mumbled. "I have them at my place, I can just go back-"

"What things?" He asked, cutting you off. "Heat pack? Ice cream? Your boyfriend?" He teased, kissing your cheek.

You chuckled softly and nodded. "A heat pack sounds nice." Without a second thought Duff got off the couch and went to the kitchen, pulling a grainy pillow from the fridge and putting it in the microwave for a few minutes before returning and handing it to you.

"I checked the date about a week ago and figured you'd be getting your period soon so I got prepared just in case." He explained, adjusting the blanket so he could get under with you.

You nodded at his explanation. "So, you track when I bleed and you know exactly what I use when I bleed."

Duff thought for a moment, staring at the TV across the room. "Wow... that makes me sound like a perv, doesn't it?" You laughed with him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I-I just wanted to, like, make you comfortable, or something." He said, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

You shook your head and stretched your neck to kiss his jaw. "No, it was sweet, thank you for this."

"Really?" He asked, hand falling from your shoulder to the heat pack tucked into the waistband of your sweats.

"Yes, really, it was nice." You assured. You exhaled softly. "Duffy?"

"What is it?"

"Do you have any Advil?" He kissed the top of your head and hurried off to the bathroom.

Pretty titty

A/n: I saw a video of Slash’s titties bouncing and I died so have this, support men with titties bc they’re hot ☺️

Warnings: smut, man titties, belly riding?, idk I’m tired if you think I missed something let me know otherwise enjoy!

Slash had been away on your and you were lonely but he was finally coming home! You couldn’t keep him off of your mind so you did what you always would do and started watching clips of him from the tour.

One video in particular caught your attention.

It wasn’t anything too big, he was just running across the stage. However, he didn’t have a shirt on and you couldn’t tear your gaze away from his titties as they bounced. Mesmerizing.

He got home and you welcomed him as you always did, ignoring the growing wetness between your legs until it was finally time to crawl into bed.

Slash was not one for pyjamas and he’d been sleeping in his day clothes for the past few weeks so obviously he stripped the first chance he got, splaying out over the bed with a groan.

You crawled onto the bed with him, sitting up beside him and rubbing your hand over his chest. “Body hurting?” You asked in a soft, caring voice. Slash nodded, keeping his eyes closed as he did.

Effervescent. From his pretty chest to the fluff under his arms, you were drooling.

“Go on,” Slash said, still not looking at you, “do whatever, I know you’ve been waiting.” You smiled and crawled over him, setting yourself down on his stomach. You’d decided to match Slash and we’re naked on top of him.

You wiggled your hips, gasping softly at the feeling. Finally Slash opened his eyes. “What’re you doing?” You stared down at his chest, taking his tits in your hands.

“You said, and I quote, ‘do whatever’,” you gave his chest a small squeeze, “I’m just following orders.” Slash groaned and closed his eyes again.

“Alright, horny… whore…” He mumbled. You giggled and kept grinding yourself on his stomach. Slash chuckled occasionally, he’d never had someone do this to him before. Plus it was usually him groping other peoples tits, he’d never been on the receiving end. He didn’t hate it, but it might have just been that he loves you.

Also he got to watch your own tits bounce. He could hear your moans, how good he made you feel and he didn’t even have to do anything.

“Fah-fuck, you’re so fucking pretty.” You whined, speeding up your movements. Your hands roamed his body, groping, teasing every inch of him. You leaned down and started kissing on his chest, sucking on his nipples. God, you were close.

Your mind wandered and you ended up biting him, causing him to slap your ass. “The fucks wrong with you?” You couldn’t respond, your body was shaking from the waves pleasure rocking through you. Your eyes rolled back and your body twitching as you came.

Slash waited until you rolled off of him, though he hadn’t expected you to shove your nose in his armpit, poking your tongue out for some kitten licks. “Didn’t know you were so fucking weird.” He mumbled, shifting his arm to give you better access to him. “Maybe I’m weird if I think you look hot doing it.”

Modern Au Slash

A/n: There's a video of Slash talking about how he locked himself in his office to play guitar hero for, like, three days straight so imagine if he was a kid growing up with Minecraft.

Warnings: Slash names a cat hambone

You came into Slash's room, his mom, Ola, had given him the basement since it was big enough to fit all his little fixations and also muffled him and his guitar.

The walls were lined with terrariums and plastered with posters, ranging from bands in the 90's all the way back to the 60's.

Slash was sat in the corner at his computer playing Minecraft while a Led Zeppelin played from his vintage record player.

You came up behind him, wrapping your arms around him and resting on your chin on the top of his head. "What're you building?" You asked, watching as he placed a few blocks.

"A house." You smiled at his blunt response. You'd been dating him a few months and come to realize that he wasn't cold, he didn't speak like that because he didn't care, his attention was just directed elsewhere. Didn't mean he wanted you gone.

"A house?" You asked, hoping to get more out of him.

"Yeah." He paused the game and turned to you, looking up at you with a pureness in his eyes. "You said you were gonna get the game soon so I was building us a house." He explained. "I'll teach you how to play on here, make it easy." You smiled down at him and kissed his forehead.

"Thanks, you didn't have to, though." He shrugged and pulled you onto his lap so you were facing him. He swiveled the chair back to the computer and rested his head on your shoulder as he continued to play.

"I wanted to, and I had the time." You chuckled softly at that and kissed his cheek. "Look." He said.

You looked at the screen over you shoulder and saw that he had already decorated the houses interior, having given you guys a shared bed. There was a cat on it but it didn't seem to have a name.

"We have a cat?" You asked.

Slash shrugged. "You said you wanted a main coon so I found a mod for one." You kissed his temple.

"Of course you did, loser." You teased.

Slash laughed. "Don't be mean or I'm calling him hambone." You pulled away from him, staring at him in confusion.

"Hambone?" He smiled widely at you.

You stared at the screen as he got a nametag. You watched in horror as the cute cat got flipped upside down.

"What the hell did you do?!" You yelled, staring at the monstrosity while Slash cackled.

Dating a member of Guns n Roses… - Headcannon

Request: Headcannon about what is like to date each member of gnr?

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AXL ROSE:

Dating Axl could be described as dating a bomb, both in the positive and negative way. It is something to definitely consider, since he could wake up and be the sweetest man to you and be on time to shows and actually do what hes told and then on another day he’d wake up and be serious or turn his attention to something else, overwhelm himself and explode with the minimum.

Putting emotional instability on the table, listening and caring for him is something that happens often, most times hes comes and talks to you about whatever is happening, after he’s exploded, he gets pulled down from the skies with you and grounds his head.

Aside from that, dating Ax meant being spoiled, him buying you clothes, taking you out to diner dates, late night stay-at-home dates, kisses, pda, all of it!

He’s a hopeless romantic, he loves to secretly fantazise about the future you both could have, buying a house with extra rooms for children, putting a ring on your finger, growing old with you, and when you tell him that you want to move in together he lets you know all about his plans for the future. 

He loves to show you off, he’s the type of guy who loves to match, even if is only on small details, he never fails to talk about you, and often drives the band mad with just how much he talks about you while on tour, that is, only when you don’t accompany him since you have to work as well, which by the way, he’s totally against since “I can take care of you just fine” but you refuse since you are independent. 

Although he loves your private diner nights and dates, he also likes to party, hang out with his friends, get drunk, do crazy and stupid stuff sometimes, and you love to go out and just have fun with your friends as well, so you both attend many parties and after parties, also host many in you house eventually when you move in. 

You’re a couple that aren’t afraid of the media or the critics, you are who you are and do what you want, some of Axl arrogance definetly rubbed onto you if you weren’t already an arrogant person, and that meant a lot of experimentation in the sexual way with other people, private orgies with models and actors. 

But when it came to your intimate private sex, it was a rollercoaters, but a good one, one who made your knees weak and made you scream the whole ride. Axl was definetly a giver, he loved to make your eyes roll back and have you moan his name over and over, he loved to be told jusy how good he was making you feel, loved to touch you and make you feel good, sex was sometimes slow and passionate, but it could also be kinky and hard. Blindfolds, hanf cuffs, spankings, toys, he was always up expementing. 

During arguments you and Axl wer both rude, they tend to be explosive, but no matter where you are, you always waited to be in private, never in front of the cameras, and never in front of his or your friends. He says words that hurt and so do you, you attack each other with words and skin the other to the bone, cry and yell and break stuff to let the anger out, and end up having some sort of makeup passionate sex, ask for forgiveness, fix the problem once your anger is out and then move on.

IZZY STRADLIN:

When it comes to dating Izzy, a word that completely describes the vibe is: healthy. Even when he’s fucked up on something he’ll listen to you, he knows you mean well and when the rest of the boys say he’s wipped for you for listening, he just shooks his head. And when is time for you to listen you do as well, in a relationship with Iz the only thing you both want is to grow together and learn from the other.

He is a really private guy, so pda doesn’t happen much, although when you’re both alone he is turned into a fluff ball. The simple things are what really matter between you and him, holding hands, sleeping next to each other, private dinner dates, showering together or waking up slow in the morning, because of his schedule you don’t see each other often, so little moments like those are the ones that he appreciates the most.

Izzy is definitely a family guy; he wanted the simple life, pushing aside that he was in gnr, you and him eventually bought a small home with a big garden to raise a couple kids, have a few dogs, a place have a home a raise a family

During arguments shits never hit the fan, he was the type of guy to walk away to cool off and think about the problem from every point of view, to find a solution, and just talk calmly, and although that irritated you sometimes you were glad he did that, since it gave you time to think about it as well. Arguments would always be solved talking, they could get emotional at times, but they just made your relationship stronger.

Although Izzy was a reserved and quiet guy, every time he deemed appropriate, his hands were on you, loved to fuck you anywhere and anytime, if it wasn’t you the one waking him up by rubbing your ass on him it’d be him the one leaving a trail of kisses on your neck, and then after breakfast you’d hop into the shower together and what once was innocent would turn dirty as he fucked you in the shower, sex during movies and before bed, sex in the couch or in the morning, in your backyard during the middle of the night, didn’t matter where.

He loved to have you moan in his ear, to have his back scratched and to feel you tight around him right before you came. No matter what kind of sex it was he always loved to hold you close and tight. Love making would always be sweet and tender, but because of your neediness and his, it would end up being dirty and fast.

When you did go out to party with friends however, he was the one who’d talk and talk and talk, with anyone who talked back to him, you on the other hand loved to dance and jump around to the beat of a song, then, drunk out of your asses you’d join the other and talk pure bullshit, pure nonsense and laugh until your stomachs hurt, only to catch a cap home to have some drunken messy sex.

When he left gnr and sobered up he was a mess, a little unsure of the future of his carreer, but he was ready to leave the life he once knew, he wss happy he could finally have the quiet life you and him always talked about, so when he began his solo project and you went back to your normal 9 to 5 job he finally put a ring on it.

STEVEN ADLER:

Dating Steven is just the sweetest thing on earth, although when it got nasty it got nasty.

Steven was sweet and child like no matter how high or sober he was, he wad always loving and caring, always put you first in everything, even when it was time to make decisions about himself. Something that always made you a tad unconfy since you always told that although it was fine to have you as a priority, having himself as one was good too.

But when you two argued, it was like all the heavenly trance of love had become hell in a matter of seconds, screaming and calling each other names, and although you two were grown ass adults you two always stayed childish and it took days to fix an argument.

Steven is always protective of you, always jealous, when you two go out he never leaves you alone, always has a hand around your waist or hips to let everyone know you’re his, especially when you visit him on tour with motley crue

When he gets kicked out of gnr you are his support system, he’s a mess and using even more then before, depressed and just hopeless, and without you to hold and talk to and spend time with he would have dug himself down deeper into depression then he already was.

On a happy tune, when you guys eventually move in, which is super early in the relationship, you get dogs, not only pugs, and they become your kids before your actual kids come in the picture.

Sex with Steven was always passionate, no matter what, although it wsd passionate as well, between all the dirty talks he always manage to make you feel loved and comfortable, and he never failed to make you laugh during sex as well.

Stevie loved when you rode him, loves to have you on a full view as you fuck him, loves to hold your hips, and spread your ass, loves to touch and play with your breasts, he loves to watch your face twisted in pleasure, he’s all down to receive but nothing turns him more than knowing that the reason you’re cumin over and over is him.

SLASH:

Dating slash meant parties and drugs anf arguments and laughs and just everything. Dating him is like having a best friend, a friend with benefits, a boyfriend and a husband all together, it meant experimenting.

In sex he just wasn’t scared of anything, and the confidence in your relationship that just permited the other to experiment with other people in the bedroom but together obvs, no matter what the other would suggest you and him would be down.

Having that trust also meant that there was enough trust to be open and honest, so when he’d fuck up in someway or you, you’d talk about it, because at the end of the day, mistakes get made, and also you were both mature enough to fix through it and talk about it maturely

Arguments with him were passive aggressive, no yelling or calling names or breaking stuff, more like silent treats and them being broken only to say something that would refer to your argument or by apologies. By the end of it you’d be fine though

Slash wasn’t the jealous type, but at the same time if a guy would talk to you a little too sweet he wouldn’t hesitate into throwing punches.

You never move in together officially until you get married, he had his house and you had yours, but you hsd half of your stuff in his place and he had half of his place in yours, when you stayed over at his place it’d be for weeks and it was the same for him, you pretty much lived together but had to places.

DUFF MCKAGAN:

Dating duff was a dream, when he wasn’t on drugs at least. He was caring and loving, our boy is a hopeless romantic, always had flowers and dates and always showed you off, he was also a kinky bastard.

Sex was either rough or sweet, there was no in between, he treated you like a princess or a whore from hell. Always making sure you’re comfortable though, and the after sex was always caring, you’d always showered and then cuddled after.

Duff was always a family man, so often you talked about a future together, with a few kids and some dogs, a house to host holiday parties. You both just knew you’d end up married.

When he was really deep on drugs however, it was a nightmare, when he didn’t have his dose he was just the most insufferable human on earth, picking fights just because, and then he’d have his dose and apologise. When he got sober though, he kind of told you that he was going to dissapear for a little to the mountains and have his own way of rehab, and although you were scared you trusted him.

When he came back, after a little sentimental talk about how he felt great and how much y'all missed the other, he proposed.

Duff was never the jealous type, he loved showing you around and taking you places and when someone would approach you he just love to see their face fall when you’d turn them down, and he was always there when the other person would get too pushy.

During arguments even when either of you wanted to just go completely crazy and yell and hurt the other, you never did, instead you’d take breather and talk, talk and talk, repeat yourself over and over and then eventually come to a neutral space and fix the arguments, it’s was all healthy

You shld write the sluttiest switch slash fic for my birthday!! 😁

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A/n: Hope this is good enough for you pookie

Warnings: Smut, use of toys, Slash rides reader, submissive Slash, mommy kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

"Just put it in!" Slash growled, he'd been hinting at it for about a month now but you hadn't expected him to go out and buy a strap for you, or a dildo he was comfortable with.

"Well, I'm sorry I'm not going fast enough for you, Slash, I've never been on this end of it!" You bit back, holding his hips -resting your hands on his hips, you weren't doing much holding.

He was on his knees in front of you, facing the end of the bed where he'd set up a mirror. This whole thing was his idea, he'd gotten everything set up, the mirror, the toys, he'd even prepped himself while you were at work. Now we was all ready for you and wiggling his hips in anticipation, looking back at you with a less than enthused look.

"It's the same as riding me, isn't it?" He asked, voice all raspy. Slash was very patient but he just looked so annoyed at your innocents to this. You huffed and pushed the tip of the silicone to his pulsing hole.

Slash let out a heavy sigh, getting some satisfaction finally. You moved slow at first, figuring he'd still need some easing into it since he hadn't used the toy before, just his fingers. You only agreed to this when you caught him fingering himself when he thought you were out grocery shopping.

He was on his stomach, reaching back and pumping his fingers in and out desperately chasing a high that was constantly chasing him. He'd been in tears when you got on the bed, begging for you to help him cum because he just couldn't do it.

You pushed the last inch in, a strangled whine left him. You looked to the mirror and saw him eyeing himself, a few tears rolling down his cheeks already. "Never had something this deep in you before, huh?" You asked, rubbing his ass soothingly. He shook his heads, at the lack of response you raised your hand and brought it down on the soft flesh. "Words, mutt."

His breathing was heavy, his face half buried in a pillow. He lifted himself slightly to speak. "Never-never been this full before." He muttered, voice slightly shaky.

You smiled down at him, rubbing the stinging spot you'd hit. "Good boy... that's what I thought, why you wanted this so bad, huh?" You started rolling your hips into him, fucking him nice and slow.

"Ngh-! Oh god, yes, wanted mommy to fuck me so good." You hadn't realized how quickly you'd fall into this role but it was fun. You started moving your hips faster, getting higher whines from him until he gasped and his body tensed.

A smirk spread over your face. "Right there?" You asked, hitting that same spot again.

Slash nodded desperately. "Yes! Yes, right there, mommy, right there." He babbled, pushing his ass back into you. You gave him another smack and he moaned but stayed still, loving every second of your dominant side. "Fuck, go faster." He asked, so small you decided to agree, moving faster, snapping your hips at that same angle repeatedly.

His body bounced up and down the bed, with every thrust, his noises getting louder as he got closer. His eyes were locked on himself in the mirror, the way his face contorted in pleasure, his lips parting in lewd moans. He was shaky but he managed to hold himself up, watching his hard dick sway pathetically with your rough pace.

He watched his stomach closely, looking for the bulge he always made in your stomach but he couldn't see it, even when he placed a hand over his stomach he could barely feel the toy. He knew it wasn't very big, he wasn't very experienced with this so he wanted something easy, but it was disappointing.

You leaned forward, pulling his hair out of his face and turning his head to look at you. "Don't worry, one day you'll know what it feels like to be really full." You mused. He didn't look too impressed.

He pushed you off of him, muffling the whine he let out when the toy freed itself from him. Slash was still bigger than you and had no issues moving you how he pleased. He flipped you onto your back and lined himself up with the toy before sinking down on it, tight ass swallowing it whole.

Your brows were raised the whole time, eyes widened slightly as he started riding you. It took him a minute to figure it out but watching his jaw drop as he got himself off was your new favourite sight. You could feel your own gut tightening, a heat spreading through you as he gripped the sheets, cock tapping your abdomen every few seconds.

"You look so cute like this." You muttered, watching him closely. A soft blush spread from his face down his chest, the curly bush creeping up his stomach, the slight curve of his cock as he leaked and pulsed painfully.

"Mh-! Please-please, mommy... can I- can I cum? Please, mommy, it hurts." He begged, tears still rolling down his cheeks. He swallowed thickly, momentarily choking back his moans. His legs were starting to burn, thighs aching but he didn't stop, he was so close to finally getting what he wanted, after all this time.

You smiled, still eyeing his leaking cock. "Yes, you can cum, but you have to clean it up after." He tuned out the rest of what you said, a yes was all he needed. He slammed himself down on you, on the toy, silent moans leaving him as he threw his head back, jaw falling slack as ropes of cum shot over your stomach, some making it to your chest.

It took him a minute to cum down from it, his eyes rolled back into his head and his breathing ragged. He tried lifting himself off the toy but even that was a lot for him. His legs hurt and he was tired, he dropped himself again and his eyes shot open, his cock twitching to life again.

Your smile just spread further across your face. "We are definitely getting more toys for you." You assured, rolling your hips up into him again.

Day 10: Hairpulling

A/n: Day 9 is coming, when I don't know because I have no idea what to write for food play with Axl

Warnings: Smut, soft + rough sex, hairpulling, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

Kirk was always sweet with you. You'd been dating for a few months, he definitely wasn't against fucking you, he was just gentle.

You didn't hate it, of course not, you loved how he was with you, but that didn't stop you from being... well, you.

Kirk had your hips in his lap, hands running up and down your sides as you lay back on the, rolling his hips to meet yours in slow, deep thrusts.

"You-you're so pretty." He purred, leaning down as you reached for him. He'd already made you cum twice, now twitching inside you as he held off on his own high.

The way his fingers danced in feather-light touches over your sweat-coated skin, sensitive and achy as he teased you.

Your arms wrapped around him, holding him close. "Kirk, please, faster... need it so bad..." You trailed, breathy moan falling from your lips.

"As you wish, my love." He mused, repositioning himself so he laid between your legs which you wrapped around him, pulling him closer.

He did just that, quickening his pace for you. His grunts and groans, soft moans even, fell onto your ears as he placed gentle kisses over your jaw and down your neck.

It wasn't much different to every other time you were together like this but it was just that little kick that had heat pooling in your core.

His hands rested on either side of your head, your hands moved over the expanse of his back, lightly clawing at his shoulders and accidently tugging on a few strands of his hair.

You heard a noise you'd never heard from him; a growl. Kirk, the one and only softy who had a real weird side to him, growled.

Wanting to test it out again, you reached for him, with more purpose this time. You grabbed a small handful of hair. "What-what are you-?" He was cut off by another gruff sound as you pulled on his hair. "Fuck, why would you do that?" He asked, voice much harsher than it ever had been with you.

"I-I wanted to see..." You said, breath airy. Your eyes fluttered as he continued to fuck you, movements getting faster and harsher as you tugged on his hair again. "Fuck me, Kirk." You moaned.

"I am, if you'd just stop-!" Again he was cut off by your pulling.

"Why, does it hurt?" You asked, only a little concerned.

"No, just-" He reached for your hand, holding it above your head. You just grabbed his hair in the other hand, causing a groan to rip from him, a particularly harsh snap of his hips sending jolts through you.

"Fine, you wanna play that?" He grumbled, continuing the movement, snapping his hips into yours as many times as you'd tug on his hair until the bedframe was rocking, knocking against the wall repeatedly.

Your back arched, replacing those soft moans Kirk was used to hearing from you he heard whines and cries of his name echoing off the walls, and all you did was tug his hair.

You would definitely have to do this again.

Day 26: Overstimulation

A/n: I am trying to finish all the days before November, they will come, I may not sleep but they will be finished

Warnings: smut, overstimulation, squirting, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

Duff loved taking his time with you, forcing multiple orgasms out of you before he came, often overstimulating the both of you.

He was laying between your legs on the bed, your thighs twitching and clamping down on his head. His long fingers were buried deep in you while his tongue swirled around your puffy, swollen clit.

He hummed against you, hips bucking into the sheets that soaked up his pre-cum. “Jus’one more.” He mumbled, words slurring and his eyes drooping.

Your hands clutched his hair, tugging on it. You couldn’t even think to listen to him, only focused on his tongue and fingers as he pulled another from you.

You felt it building, that familiar knot heating up until it snapped, though it felt different and when you looked down at Duff his face was scrunched, liquid dripping down his nose, cheeks and chin.

He wiped his face and licked your juices off of his hand.

He looked up at you, a new fire in his eyes as he sat up, cum dripping from his tip. He pulled you closer, sinking into you with ease and setting a harsh pace immediately, searching to see you squirting again, this time around his cock.

You could barely stay conscious, Duff on the other hand had lost control, mind going numb as he chased that feeling again. All you were was a mumbling mess under him, aching with pleasure.

Duff was sniffling in your ear, cock pulsing painfully in you. “Just-just do that, please… again, I wanna see it again…” He was by no means a small man, but he always seemed so small with you.

He was twitching in you, dragging against your gummy walls. He was so close, so close it hurt but he wouldn’t let himself go until you came again.

His hand went down to rub your clit, making you squirm and squeal until you were squirting on him again, drenching the sheets and his stomach while he coated your walls in a thick layer of his cum.

He was panting right in your ear, arms wrapping around you and pulling you tight to him while he slowly collapsed onto you, burying his face in your chest.

Could you do the mile high fox where the reader is slash’s gf and Steven is the one who joins in?

A/n: I’ve relearned how to write with this fic

Warnings: Smut, somnophilia, fingering(f receiving), oral(m + f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Touring with Slash was always fun, the concerts, the adrenalin, the vacations. You couldn't always join him but when you could you loved it.

You were on an overnight flight, Slash was crashed in your shared bed in the cabin and you were curled up at his side while Steven slept peacefully across the room.

You had been sleeping earlier as well in the airport, Slash carried you onto the plane and crashed when his head hit the pillow. But now you were awake. Wide awake.

You didn't want to move around too much, not wanting to wake anyone. You could technically sleep whenever you wanted but they were on a stricter schedule, getting most of their sleep on bus rides and flights. You didn't want to disrupt that... However, you were bored and getting needier by the second.

You noticed not too long ago that Slash was dreaming, mostly you noticed him getting hard and those soft moans he let out in his sleep.

You knew you shouldn't, but you couldn't help yourself.

You glanced back over your shoulder to make sure Steven was still sleeping before tugging the blanket down and moving down to Slash's waist, watching with hungry eyes as you pulled the thin blanket off his hard cock.

You trailed a finger along his length, watching him twitch at the featherlight touch before placing a few kitten licks on his already leaky tip.

You laid between his legs, gripping the sheets tight, bracing yourself before taking him into your mouth and down your throat. You gagged around his girth but pushed yourself to bob your head on him, helplessly bucking against the sheets as if it would provide some sort of relief.

You felt a hand on your hip, for a moment you didn't think twice about, then you did because there was no way it was Slash's hand.

Your head snapped back to look at who it was, Slash slipping from your mouth as you did. Steven, evidently, hadn't been sleeping and was now on his knees behind you, one hand on your hip, the other at your cunt, fingers running through your slick folds.

You opened your mouth to say something but all that came out was a moan when he pushed a finger into you. You knew you shouldn't but it felt so good and you were so desperate.

Steven took his hand off your hip and guided your head back to Slash, without another word you took the guitarist back into your mouth, moaning around him as Steven prepped your hole.

This was not the first time you've woken Slash up with sex, he's told you multiple times it's his favourite way to wake up and it worked the same way when it came to you. Always sweet and lazy, slow movements from being tired and then you'd fall back asleep.

Slash woke up slowly, not quite realizing this wasn't a dream yet. When he woke up a bit more he reached down to your head, not guiding you yet but just running his long, skinny fingers through your hair.

Slowly, Slash opened his eyes and smiled down at you, moaning out and rolling his hips. His eyes shot open and he looked back down at you, past you at his friend who kneeled behind you, two fingers scissoring your pretty pussy.

"What the fuck." He muttered, voice still soft and raspy from sleep. "Steven... you're fucking my girlfriend..?"

Steven looked up from where you and he met to look Slash in the eyes. "You weren't." Slash thought for a moment, he wanted to be mad but it wasn't in his nature. Also he was about to cum and that was more important in the moment.

You felt him pulsing and twitching on your tongue, low groans leaving him as hot spurts of cum shot down your throat, holding your head down on him, your nose shoved in his pubes, inhaling all his scent.

You could feel yourself getting closer on Steven's fingers, the way they curled and prodded your gummy walls. Before that knot inside you could snap the blond pulled out of you.

You looked back at him with a pout and furrowed brows, Slash slipping from your lips once more.

Steven chuckled softly and shook his head as he got off the bed, dropping his boxers to his ankles. "Don't worry, darling, I'll take care of you."

"I can do it." Slash said, slowly sitting up and reaching for you, when you were close enough he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck, ready for sleep again.

You whined softly. You loved Slash, the way he touched you, treated you, how he talked to you at any given moment, but you needed something more than this tired state of his. Steven was awake and full of energy, his dick was also pressed up against you and his arms were snaking around your waist.

Slash seemed to have given up on fucking you, letting Steven take control while he settled for sucking your neck. Steven could fuck you but you were his, his to mark, his to love, his girlfriend.

Steven pushed into you, drawing a moan from you while he threw his head back in a loud groan. Not sure what you were expecting, but Steven being loud just made everything better.

Slash wasn't quiet, per se... yes he was, unless he was overstimulated, he'd whine until he lost his voice. Usually it was just low grunts and groans in your ear, but when you heard him, fuck, did you hear him.

Steven's fingers definitely did their work and feeling him stretch you out, tip prodding your insides, it made your head spin. He started slow but quickly threw that out the window, trying to keep a steady rhythm but failing in his attempt to satisfy himself.

He often found it hard to focus on whoever he was with, once he got his dick wet he was done for. Slash, however, did not appreciate this approach, not when it was his girlfriend getting used.

He reached down and started rubbing your clit in circles, just the way you liked it. His plump lips pressing a mix of soft and rough kisses on the sensitive spots of your neck, nipping to make sure there'd be hickeys.

It wasn't long before you came, Steven following shortly after, hips rutting into yours as he dumped his load inside you. Slash glared at him as he did so, that was his hole, his fucking girlfriend.

Slash held you to his chest with one arm, using the other to swat at Steven. "Go get a rag or something, can't leave her like this." He grumbled.

Steven rolled his eyes but went with a smile to get something to clean you up.

Slash laid you back down, looking you up at down. Slash was fine sleeping naked, you preferred to keep something on and tonight that happened to be his Ramones shirt.

That wasn't enough to put an end to Slash's frustration, his possessiveness. Not when he saw one of his best and oldest friends cum seeping out of you.

He moved between your legs, lapping at your folds as you whined, twitching until he held your legs in place, arms wrapped around your thighs.

He didn't stop once he was done cleaning you like a cat, he was leaving marks on your inner thighs, too, and he needed to make you cum on his own.

He pushed two fingers into you, his fingers were longer and slimmer than Steven's, hitting deeper inside but leaving out most of the stretch from the drummer's thicker digits.

While his fingers worked on your cunt his tongue focused on your clit, not stopping until he felt your thighs clamping around his head, whines echoing off the thin walls.

Your mind was a muddled mess, but you could function well enough to see Steven standing beside the bed and waiting for Slash to move so he could clean you, only Slash wasn't having it.

He snatched the cloth from Steven and gently wiped you down.

Steven didn't take the hint and crawled into bed, curling up with you. Slash was tired and couldn't fight it anymore.

That didn't stop him from playing tug-of-war with Steven, who thought it was just playfulness between brothers and not Slash planning a murder.

Come morning Slash was on his stomach, somehow you and him had switched places and Steven was sprawled over him, partially dangling off the bed while you cuddled a the blanket they'd discarded.

You obviously had to take a picture of it to push in their faces, Steven would laugh, Slash might kill you but it was worth the risk.

i feel like late 80s/early 90s duff mckagan would totally start out slow with you and maybe even be kinda shy, but as soon as you ask for it, this man would fuck you HARD. like, you have tears running down your face in the best possible way. he’s always making sure your okay with everything that is going on throughout the process though, and he is a consent king. when your done, he cuddles and softly kisses you until you both fall asleep.

this man is like, 6’4” too and its driving me crazy😩

no bc this man is soooo big he’s mouth watering. i bet he’s super soft and gentle w his girl at first for sure. cupping your face lightly when you kiss, rubbing a hand up and down your back lightly. cradling you to him when he fucks you so deep and slow.

but one day he’s so pent up and you can tell he’s holding back and you tell him to fuck you hard. and after some brief hesitation he does and it’s mind numbing. suddenly he’s pulling your hair and ramming you so hard you feel him in your throat. he presses over you and hoists your legs over his shoulders lifting your lower back off the bed and goes at it until you’re crying and yelling for him to keep going, fuck you harder, make you cum.

when you do, your vision whites out and when you come to duff is spilling inside you, hugging you close again just like he does when he’s being gentle.

hii

could u do something where james hetfield accidentally makes the reader squirt

thanks and LOVE ur writing

Warnings: Smut, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), squirting, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

James was between your legs, fingers buried deep inside you and tongue lapping up your juices.

James knew you'd been having a tough time with work and he wanted to treat you right once you got home, he'd spent time making a nice dinner and setting up snacks for a movie night, the cherry on top was when he got on his knees.

You'd only been dating a few months and got worried he was rushing, but then he tugged on your pants. It definitely helped you relax, it always did.

His fingers curled and dragged and hit everywhere you needed him, lips suction around your clit, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub.

Your hands buried in his hair, tugging on the thick blond strands, pulling him impossibly closer, your hips bucking and grinding against his face, seeking any and all friction you could get.

You couldn't get enough of him, and you were both perfectly fine with that.

Your thighs kept clamping around his head, he never told you to stop but you couldn't picture that being comfortable, no matter how many times he'd tell you he could die happily that way.

James pulled away, just enough to talk to you, his hot breath fanning over your cunt while his fingers kept moving and curling inside you. "Fuck, you're so good... Such a good girl for me, sweet thing... Just keep making those sounds." He purred, kissing your inner thigh.

You could feel a knot growing inside you just as it always did, only it felt... different. A good different, an amazing different.

"Jamie-! Jamie, feels-feels weird." You moaned out, head rolled back against the couch. James didn't pay attention that comment, not when you were barely keeping yourself from closing your thighs around his head.

You couldn't hold back much longer, moans and cries getting louder and higher until all of it came to a crash. Your thighs locked around James's head, grip in his hair nearly pulling it out as you came hard around his fingers, a gush leaving you and spraying him in the face.

He couldn't even move and just accepting you were waterboarding him.

After a moment when you'd finally calmed down he pushed your legs off his shoulder and sat back, staring up at you in awe, gaze only flickering down to see your pretty, glistening cunt.

"What was that..?" He asked hesitantly.

Your chest rose and fell deeply, your head still rolling back. You smiled weakly at him. "Do it again." You said in almost a pleading tone. He couldn't say no to that, not when his shirt was drenched and his jeans were ruined, though that part wasn't technically your fault.

could you write a smut about kill em all Era James and a insecure about weight reader? Where the reader is insecure at one of their concerts and james cheers her up with rough sex. And some good old fashioned after care.

Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving), angst, body image issues, strength kink, slight choking kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

James loved your body, and he told you just as much, but he never told you just how much he loved your body.

You were always sensitive with your weight, since you were young people have always commented on your body and you can't remember the last time you looked in the mirror and liked what you saw.

When you and James started dating you did everything you could to make him happy, hoping it would make him want to stay with you so you'd never lose him.

Honestly, it led to fights in the past where he'd be yelling about how much he loved you, usually those fights ended with laughing because of the absurdity of it.

Still, you were self-conscious and did what you could to hide your pudge. James was so fucking tired of it and it all came to a halt when he caught you backstage after one of his concerts looking at yourself in the mirror.

You hadn't noticed him but he saw you, a lot of you, the way you pulled and tugged at your shirt to cover yourself and that frown that only worsened when you turned to the side and could still see your stomach.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You jumped, both because of his sharp tone and because you hadn't realized he was there.

"Jesus, I didn't realize you were here." You said, a smile on your face as you crossed the room to him.

James shook his head. "Nuh-uh, what were you doing?" He demanded, glaring at you. "Judging yourself again? Hating yourself? What?" Your mouth opened and closed a few times, unsure of what to say. "Strip."

"What..?" You asked, voice soft and timid.

"Strip. Now." He repeated, guiding you to the couch on his dressing room.

You quickly took your clothes off just as he asked, holding your arms over your stomach in an attempt to subtly hide your gut. James's hands moved up and down your sides, squishing you everywhere.

"I love you, you know that?" He said, admiring your body.

"You'd love me more if I went to the gym." You muttered, turning your head to the side. You'd honestly been waiting for James to just up and leave, you didn't want him to but you expected it.

"Do you understand how much I want to slap you when you say shit like that?" You turned your head back to him, brows furrowed in confusion. "I love you. I love your body. What isn't clicking?"

You couldn't think of anything to say to that.

James scoffed and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder with ease. You yelped. "Do you see this?" He asked. "I could do this with someone lighter, sure, but I don't feel strong when I do what anyone can do." He set you back down, his hands resting on your hips. "I love you, I love your body, and you make me feel strong which is the biggest turn on, you know that?" You sucked your bottom lip nervously and James rolled his eyes at you.

He pushed you back onto the couch and kneeled between your legs, spreading your thighs and licking between your wet folds. He pulled away, kissing your thighs before looking up at you. "When you cum, you lock your thighs around my head and I fucking love it, understand?" You nodded and he went back to eating you like a man starved.

That familiar ball coiled in your gut as his tongue worked in and out of you, lips around your clit and sucking until your eyes rolled back and you came on him, your thighs clamping down on him just as he said they would.

As you slowly came down from the high you realized he really couldn't move when your legs were around him, so you let him go.

He stood up, towering over you, and climbed onto the couch with you, lifting you onto his lap. "I love that, too." He said in a deep growl before kissing you, heated and passionate lips fighting for dominance which you gave into almost immediately.

He pulled back and you chased after his lips. "Only you can make me feel this way, am I understood?" You hesitated before nodded. His hand came up and wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently. "I'll make you understand."

I had a sucky geography exam today you should totally cheer me up with a subby james fic🌚🌚❤️

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A/n: I know I'm a few days late to this one but I hope it still helps nonetheless

Also this is the actual fic based (???) on the teaser I made for April Fools Day, as you can tell I like getting two things out of the way at once, I also really liked how this turned out because a lot of people really wanted it and I never felt like writing it but here you have it

Warnings: Smut, James isn't stated to be a virgin but it's kind of implied I think (it was supposed to be in the original but I never added it in this), dacryphilia, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, orgasm denial, oral (f receiving), submissive James, mommy kink, degradation, praise near the end, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

James sat there, naked on the bed in front of you. You straddled his lap, hands working his cock fast, using your spit as lube. His chest was all red, his face flushed as tears rolled down his cheeks, heels desperately kicking into the mattress.

“You’re not cumming yet.” You stated, James didn’t miss the annoyance in your voice, it made more tears come to his eyes. “I’m not letting someone fuck me if they can’t last more than a few seconds.” You’d been at this for almost a half hour, ruining countless highs for him while he just whined and begged for you to let him cum.

“Please-please, mommy… I-I can’t- I can’t take it anymore, please, just lemme cum, been so good!” He said through grunts, teeth gritting together as his hips bucked helplessly into your hand.

"Been good?" You repeated, eyes widening slightly as you scoffed. "Been so good, but you're humping my hand, have been for a while." He whined loudly, throwing his head back and doing his best to force himself in place. "You're a fucking whore is what you are." You pulled your hand off of James and he cried out for you weakly. "Get yourself off if you're so desperate and I'll think about riding you."

James watched you with wide eyes as you got off his lap and pushed yourself to the other end of the bed, watching him try to catch up with what just happened. You were no more clothed than James was, naked with your legs spread so he could see just how wet you were, how much seeing him cry and beg was truly turning you on. It gave him some motivation and he wrapped one big, calloused hand around his girth.

He knew what got him off, he'd been working with his hand for so long and it sucked to keep going when you were right there. He started slow, whimpers leaving him as he was severely overstimulated. He tried moving his hand faster but it just made things worse. You couldn't help but to laugh at his pathetic little noises.

"Little dicks hurts so bad you can't even get yourself off." You teased with a chuckle.

James's breathing was coming out in rough pants. "It-it's not small-small..." He managed to get out.

His eyes followed your hand as it trailed down your body, landing on your cunt as you spread your lips with two fingers, showing him your pretty pussy clenching around nothing. "I'll give you that, at least." You murmured, watching his hand painfully work his length.

You started rubbing yourself, two fingers circling your neglected clit at a good rhythm. James's eyes were locked on the side, his breathing coming out ragged as he watched you touch yourself while his hips bucked up into his hand before jerking away from the pain of overstimulation.

Your fingers moved faster, breathing getting heavier. "Fuck, you really do look so pretty like that." You mused, looking at his glassy eyes and tear streaked cheeks, bruised lips pursed in a pathetic little pout, soft little whimpers leaving him along with the sobs he did his best to choke back. "Just a good boy, all this pain for a little satisfaction?" You asked. "Doing everything mommy tells you to, huh?" He still couldn't take his eyes off your fingers on your glistening cunt. "Perfect little slut."

He couldn't take it anymore and crawled across the bed, grabbing your hips and holding you in place while he buried his face in your cunt, hungrily lapping at your folds while he humped the mattress. You gasped at his little burst but quickly relaxed, liking this much better. "Ah- oh fuck, James! Oh god, oh you know how to do something right." You said between moans as you threw your head back, leaning back on your hands while you let him eat you out.

He looked up at you, desperate eyes locking on yours when you looked back down at him, aching for praise, something to show he was doing it right. "Oh, fuck, you're mommy's good boy, aren't you? Keep-keep doing that- fuck!" You reach for the back of his head, fingers tangling in his lank blond hair and giving it a harsh tug which he just moaned at.

He was whining into your cunt, hips sputtering as he fucked your mattress. His brows knit together as he watched your every expression, loving the way your hips moved against his face as his tongue dipped into you, clit bumping his nose and drawing out little sounds.

"Ah-ah! James! James, you're-you're gonna make me cum!" You moaned out loudly, words echoing off the walls. Your legs twitched, knot quickly building in your gut before snapping as you came.

James lapped up everything, every little drop that squeezed out your pussy landed on his tongue sooner or later. He was getting too desperate, licking a little too low and that's when you yanked his hair back. "Fuck, you're good but not that good." You scolded, glaring down at him.

"M'sorry, m'so sorry, mommy." His brain was fried, the words came out all mumbled and slurred but he couldn't do anything about it now so he just leaned against your thigh, searching for some comfort.

Instead you got off the bed and left him alone. "Can you roll over for me?" You asked, tone a lot softer than it had been as you walked over to your closet. You went to look for clothes so you could change after you showered, glancing back you saw James flopping onto his back, dick limp and dead on his abdomen, a milky white puddle where he'd been rutting into your sheets.

hii could you do subby 80s duff ? like he has a mommy kink n he’s tied down n stuff andwhatever else you want to do plsss

༞༞𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 '𝚗' 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎༞

Duff was tied down in a seedy hotel room off Sunset, the kind of place where the wallpaper peeled like old scabs and the bed squeaked with every shallow breath he took. His wrists were bound to the headboard with the red patent leather belt you’d taken off with theatrical flair—like it was a show. Because to Duff, everything was a show. The eyeliner. The swagger. The slouch. But not now. Now he wasn’t cool. He was yours.

“Y’know, baby,” you said, cigarette dangling from your lips as you straddled his hips like a throne, “there’s a very specific kind of idiot that thinks being a bad boy makes him a man.”

You took a drag, exhaled slow smoke into his open mouth, and smiled as he swallowed it like he was starving for your air. His pupils were blown wide, hair stuck to his forehead, chest flushed a desperate rose-pink.

“But lucky for you,” you continued, brushing the ash off onto the nightstand without looking, “I like my idiots on a leash.”

“Mommy,” he whined—whined, not said, whined—his voice high and cracked, like he was seconds from sobbing. “Please. I’ll be good. I swear, I’ll be so fucking good.”

You reached down, gripped his chin hard between your fingers, tilted his head up like you were inspecting a broken thing in a pawn shop. “Oh, I know you will. ’Cause here’s what’s gonna happen: I’m gonna sit on that pretty mouth of yours, and you’re gonna thank me for it like it’s a goddamn Grammy. And if I feel one tooth?”

You leaned in, close enough he could taste your lipstick.

“I bite back.”

Duff moaned like you’d punched the air out of his lungs. The veins in his neck popped like guitar strings straining for release. His cock—long, red, leaking down the shaft like a faucet with no off switch—twitched helplessly against his stomach.

“You think I like tying you up ’cause it’s cute?” you asked, sliding your nails down his chest, leaving trails like claw marks. “No, sweetheart. I tie you up ’cause if I didn’t, you’d fuck yourself stupid before I even touched you.”

“Fuck,” he whispered, breath shaking like a downed amp in a thunderstorm. “I—God, I wanna come so bad, Mommy, I’m gonna fuckin’ cry.”

You grinned, wicked and mean.

“Then cry.”

I love love love the LSD story you did with axl and Izzy! Can you make more stories like that or maybe even another part to that one?

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

The motel room is a shrine to bad decisions. Burnt orange wallpaper, an old Zenith TV coughing static, and a carpet that’s seen more crimes than it should have. Duff’s sprawled across the bed, long legs stretched out, flicking a Zippo open and closed. Slash is on the floor, back against the nightstand, hat tipped low, absently rolling a joint between his fingers like it’s second nature.

Then there’s you.

The acid slides into your bloodstream like a warm hand on your back, pushing you forward, forward, forward. The edges of the room melt, colors start humming. Duff’s denim jacket is speaking to you. Slash’s curls are moving like they have their own heartbeat.

“You feelin’ it yet?” Duff grins, kicking his boots off. His voice sounds like it’s coming from the other end of a long tunnel.

You nod, too slow, watching your own hand like you just discovered fingers. “It’s like… everything is everything, you know?”

Slash chuckles, lighting the joint. “Deep.” He takes a hit, passes it to Duff. “Next, you’re gonna tell me time is a lie.”

You blink. Wait. Is it?

Your mind jumps tracks. The TV static is talking to you, whispering in a language only you understand. You stand up too fast, the floor a trampoline, and suddenly the motel room isn’t a room—it’s a portal, a living thing, breathing.

“Whoa, hey—” Duff’s on his feet, hands up like he’s trying to calm a spooked horse. “You good?”

But you’re not good. The world is sliding sideways. The neon sign outside bleeds through the blinds, pulsing like a heartbeat, and you swear you can hear it thinking. The cigarette smoke curling from Slash’s lips looks like a goddamn spirit, swirling, whispering.

“I… I think—” Your throat locks up. Your skin feels wrong. Too tight. Too small.

Duff moves fast, grabs your arms before your legs forget how to hold you up. “Alright, alright. We’re gonna sit you down before you take a fuckin’ swan dive into the TV, okay?”

You’re breathing too fast. The air feels thick, like trying to inhale syrup.

Slash flicks his joint into the ashtray, eyes sharper now. “She’s spiraling.” He looks at Duff. “Get her some water. I’ll keep her grounded.”

You try to pull away. “No, no, no—water is poison, man, I see it, I see the molecules, they’re wrong, they’re all wrong—”

“Jesus Christ,” Duff mutters but heads for the sink, rattling through motel cups.

Slash leans in, voice low and steady. “Okay, look at me.” His eyes lock onto yours, dark, unwavering. “You’re okay. You just took a little too much, that’s all. It’s just chemicals in your brain, playing tricks. But you’re here. You’re safe.”

Safe. That word feels foreign, like it doesn’t belong to you.

“You’re real,” you murmur, reaching out. Your fingers graze the leather of his jacket, grounding yourself in something solid.

“Real as a motherfucker,” Slash says, a smirk tugging at his lips. “So’s Duff. So’s this room. You’re not falling apart, you just think you are.”

Duff shoves a cup into your hands. “Drink.”

You hesitate, staring at the water like it’s some alien substance. But Duff’s got that big-brother look, the one that says, Don’t argue, just do it. You sip, and it’s colder than you expected, running down your throat like a thread pulling you back to reality.

Slash exhales, watching you. “Better?”

You nod, slow. The walls aren’t breathing as much. The colors don’t seem so loud.

Duff ruffles your hair like you’re a little kid. “Atta girl.”

Slash leans back, lighting another cigarette. “You scared the shit out of us.”

You breathe, really breathe this time, and let out a shaky laugh. “Sorry.”

Duff grins, sprawling back on the bed. “Just don’t go full Fear and Loathing on us next time, alright?”

Slash smirks, blowing out smoke. “Yeah. Or at least give us a head start before you start talking to the TV.”

And just like that, the night rolls on. The trip settles, the laughter comes easy, and the room—this grimy, cigarette-stained, neon-lit box—feels a little more like home.

@nenynra -Duff being so lovey dovey with the reader, it sounds embarassing, but he does it 'cause reader was having a bad day:)

𝕊𝕌𝕄𝕄𝔸ℝ𝕐: 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢—𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠. 𝙳𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔—𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙶𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝙽’ 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜’ 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢.

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

You weren’t having a bad day.

You were having a fucking awful day.

The kind of day where everything went wrong in ways you didn’t even think were possible. Spilled coffee, missed calls, that weird tension in your chest that wouldn’t go away no matter how many deep breaths you took. The kind of day where, by the time you made it home, you weren’t even sure if you were angry or just tired of being a person.

You were still sitting on the couch, curled up in your hoodie, staring at the wall when Duff walked in.

He took one look at you and sighed. “Shit, babe. That bad?”

You didn’t even answer—just let out a low, tired groan and let your head drop back against the cushions.

Duff smirked. “That bad, huh?”

You shot him a half-hearted glare. “Don’t mock me. I’ll cry.”

His smirk softened into something else. Something quieter. “Yeah?”

You nodded miserably. “Yeah.”

He didn’t say anything after that—just kicked off his boots and plopped down on the couch beside you. And, because Duff wasn’t the type to let you sit in your misery alone, he immediately stretched his arm over the back of the couch and tugged you into his side.

“C’mere.”

You let yourself fall against him, head resting on his shoulder, his warmth seeping into your skin. He smelled like leather and the faintest trace of cigarette smoke—comforting in a way you didn’t have words for.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn’t heavy, wasn’t awkward—it was just there, settling between you like an old song you both knew the words to.

After a while, Duff exhaled, rubbing slow circles into your back. “Wanna tell me what’s up?”

You shrugged against him. “Not really.”

“That bad?”

You nodded.

He was quiet for a second, then: “Wanna hear a story?”

You huffed out a small, tired laugh. “Is this gonna be some deep, profound Duff-ism?”

“Nah,” he murmured, grinning. “Just a stupid story.”

You sighed, closing your eyes. “Go for it.”

Duff adjusted slightly, getting comfortable, his fingers still tracing absentminded patterns against your arm. “Alright. So, 1987. We’re on tour, right? And everything’s fucking chaos. Like, pure shitshow levels of chaos. Izzy’s missing, Slash is already drunk, Axl’s threatening to kill someone—I don’t even remember who, just someone.”

You snorted. “So, a normal day?”

“Basically.” Duff chuckled, shaking his head. “Anyway, I’m having the worst fucking day. Just—hungover, exhausted, done with everyone’s bullshit. And then, right before we go on stage, I trip over my own fucking bass cable and wipe out in front of like, ten people.”

“Oh my God.”

“No, wait, it gets worse,” he groaned, clearly enjoying your reaction. “So, I hit the ground hard. Like, fully ate shit. And I swear to God, right as I’m lying there, questioning all my life choices, fucking Axl leans over me and goes, ‘Wow. That’s embarrassing.’”

You were full-on laughing now, covering your face with your hands. “No way.”

“I wish I was making that up.” Duff grinned, pulling your hands away so he could see your face. “Anyway, my point is—some days just fucking suck. And sometimes, all you can do is eat shit and get back up.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were still smiling. “So, the lesson here is…?”

“The lesson,” Duff murmured, leaning down so his lips brushed your forehead, “is that even on the worst days, you’re still my girl. And that means I’m not going anywhere.”

Your chest tightened. Not in the heavy, miserable way it had all day—but in the warm, stupid, I love this man so much it’s annoying kind of way.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you muttered.

Duff grinned. “I know.”

And for the first time all day, you felt okay.

One Plane Ride Later (Duff McKagan x Reader)

Pairing: modern!Duff x reader

Words: 1546

Request: @anygnr​ : “Hi i love your writing and I would like to ask for one with Duff McKagan at the current age, anything you want, sorry for the bad english❤”

Summary: Sitting next to Duff on a plane by chance and talking music :) Thanks for the request and patience, love!

Taglist: @ubernoxa​ @the–blackdahlia​ @reigns420​ @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker​ @rumoured-whispers​ @born-to-lose​ @lost-in-the-80s​ @teasid​ @petals-and-bullets​ @ginny-rose-sixx

This was the second time you had subtly done your best to readjust in your seat without bothering the man next to you. Of course, that proved to be extremely difficult on an airplane.

You made the mistake of glancing over at him to check and make sure he didn’t have an expression of annoyance on his face—that was the last thing you wanted from this man. Your heart jolted; he was already looking right at you.

Oh god! You thought, giving a sheepish smile as you quickly averted your eyes. You felt yourself begin to sweat despite the personal air conditioning blowing onto your face from above.

“Everything alright?” Now, the man was speaking. His voice sounded exactly the same as the million times you had heard it before, only this time it wasn’t on some interview clip or a song. No, he was speaking to you.

“Huh—oh, yeah!” You replied quickly. His eyes lingered on you, polite and open to conversation and you felt the need to explain yourself. “I, uh, just can’t find my headphones. For the flight.”

“Oh. Bummer.” He replied, before he glanced down at his lap. “Well, hey, we can both share mine.”

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Heaven

Pairing: Duff Mckagan x Reader

Concept: 

Word count: 1,141

(some fluff, angst)

The tall clumsy blonde closed the door behind him, trying not to make a loud noise with his presence, but his cowboy boots thought otherwise. The thumps of the heels hitting the wood echoed through the apartment, still, you were too deep in your sleep to hear he was back. He knew you would be mad because he had left almost ten hours ago when he promised it was just a couple of drinks. It wasn’t the anger that scared him, it was the disappointment that used to peak in your beautiful eyes. Those eyes he promised to never see them turn dull.

“Shit!” he exclaimed in a whisper after accidentally pushing a chair. His body stood still, waiting to hear the creaking of the bed as you woke because of his dizziness, but there was no noise.

Regardless of how much alcohol was in his system, fear invaded his being. What if she left? The dark brown dusty boots made their way to the bedroom you shared with him, he was uncertain if he could bear the idea of you not being around anymore. And it was all his fault. Hazel eyes stared at the wooden boards, before gathering the courage to look at the bed, finding the beautiful woman who would wake them gleam every time their sight was set on her. Your soft hair spread across the pillow, pink lips slightly parted, with blue sheets that covered your delicate body. He was so lucky. Quickly taking his shoes and pants off, he jumped under the covers, softly wrapping his arms around you and pulling the weight so he could cuddle you. 

You snuggled up to him, eliciting a smile from him, who left a sweet kiss on your forehead. With the tour, recordings, rehearsals, and parties, Duff easily got caught up in the wild rockstar life, sometimes forgetting the most important part of it. The one he was grateful to the universe for crossing into his path. His life changed completely when he met you; found a confidant, a best friend, a shoulder to cry on, a person who would never judge him if it wasn’t for the best, a lover, the worst joker ever, but most importantly, the love of his life. 

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Could you do something with either 1999 James or like SKOM James where he’s touring and couldn’t bring reader with him, calls reader one night just to hear her voice to get himself off before telling her how to touch herself?

A/n: There's just something about James saying puss/pussy that makes me want to find him and choke on his cock

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, auralism (new word alert: getting turned on by the sound of someone's voice *cough cough me when Slash sings*), sexual fantasies, sexualising readers body (it says somewhere that reader has big tits too but like talking about readers body jiggling as they work out), fingering (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Part 2

You were making yourself breakfast when the phone rang and you picked it up. A collect call meant it was James, so you accepted because he would pay for it when he got home anyway.

"Jamie?" You spoke. "How are you, you're in Japan right now, right?" You asked, doing the mental maths in your head, if it was nine in the morning in L.A. where you lived it should be roughly two in the morning there, why he was calling so late you had no idea. Well, concerts could go late, you supposed, but why call now?

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm in Tokyo." He said, voice shaky and the words were forced out fast. "Listen, I'm, uh, in- I'm busy, I need you to talk." He mumbled, you could hear a faint rustling in the background but didn't pay any mind to it.

"It's late there, Jamie, you should be sleeping," you said, ever the worry wart for your dumbass boyfriend, "you can call me tomorrow."

"No!" James yelled, making you jump. "No, I-I can't, ngh- just-just talk to me now." He said through gritted teeth, glaring at the phone in his hand as he waited for you to say something, his other hand moving vigorously over his achingly hard cock.

You started to realize what he was doing, a small smirk spreading over your face at the situation you found yourself in. "Oh, well, I just woke up not too long ago... slept in that Motorhead shirt of yours, you know, the one with the skull?" James groaned over the call, making you giggle. You often wore his shirts, and he loved it, mostly he loved fucking your brains out with you in them.

Hearing his grunts and groans only encouraged you to keep going. "I'm wearing those panties you like, the maroonish lacey ones, you know which ones I'm talking about?"

"Mhm, I know." He mumbled, breathing getting heavier. He slowed his thrusts, closing his eyes and letting you paint him a picture.

"Yeah, they're pretty." You said, scrambling your eggs. "I woke up this morning and my thighs were all sticky, must've had a pretty good dream of you." A low groan left him, picturing his cum smeared between your thighs instead of your own need.

James heard the sizzling of your cooking, the pop of the butter in the pan. "What's that?" He asked curiously. "What're you doing?"

"Oh, that's just my pretty pussy, so hot it's sizzling just for you, Jamie." You said with a nuclear amount of sarcasm, but hearing you say 'pussy' still got him going. "I'm making eggs because it's morning, need my protein if I'm gonna go on a run."

"Please-" he sputtered out, "talk to me, tell me more." He pleaded, getting desperate as his hand moved faster. "Please, m'so close, make you cum after, just- fuck." You couldn't deny that hearing him getting off to your voice over the phone was hot, and you could feel your pulse in your clit, pressing your thighs together to soothe the dull ache forming between your legs.

You kept pushing your eggs around, they were almost done. "Think I'm gonna steal another shirt of yours, might put pants on-" James grunted at that, while he loved picturing your ass jiggle as you ran that was for his eyes and his eyes alone, "You're just thinking about my tits, though, huh? Thinking of them bouncing up and down as I go... fucking pervert."

James hummed in agreement. "Yes, I am, I'm a pervert just for you, sweetheart." He stated, hips bucking up into his hand as he got closer. "Just-just a little more, can you do that?"

You chuckled and nodded, not that he could see it. "Yeah, I can talk a little more... let's see..." You trailed, pausing just to hear him whine. "I might have to skip out on my run, stay home... I'm just so hot already, I might have to take my clothes off... at least I know where the security camera's are, I'll be sure to avoid sitting in front of those and spreading my legs... can't have any pesky visitors watching me touch myself without my big, strong man to come protect me... too bad he's not hear to bend me over and double my weight, huh?"

James's groans got louder and louder as you spoke, you could hear the slick sound of him using his pre-cum as lube on his angry red cock. The sounds he made when he came to the thought of you touching yourself. "Hah-! Fuck- ah- oh god..." You could picture him now, all flushed and tired, cumming dripping down his chest. "Sweetheart." He called, swallowing thickly between heavy breaths.

"Yes, Jamie?" You asked, taking your finished eggs off the burner.

"Go find one of those security camera's." He ordered, getting off the bed and digging through his bags to find his laptop so he could pull up the live footage.

"Why?" You asked, only slightly confused.

"Because you're going to sit there, and I'm going to watch your tiny little fingers work so fucking hard to get you off and get you nowhere, right?" He asked. "Because you're so small, need my fingers to get you off, can't even think about cumming without something stretching you out, right?"

Your eyes widened slightly but you followed his instructions to find a camera. "If you're good I'll let you grab a toy, otherwise you can sit there and work your pretty puss into nothing trying to get off without me."

hiiii !! i had an idea for a request, but it’s totally okay if you don’t feel like it !!! it would be like the original lineup of gnr x reader (axl, izzy, steven, slash and duff)

the idea was that the reader (fem!reader) is a friend gnr bring along to have sex with on tour, after an episode of maybe kinky and rough sex where they pushed reader to the brink (everything consented) they all do aftercare for her and are really sweet and caring to her for the first time ever, she’s surprised, i don’t know if this could be taken as a request really, but it’s an idea i had that seems interesting to read, if you don’t feel like writing it’s totally okay anywaysssss. perhaps if you don’t feel like doing it for all the guys at the same time, you could do it with just axl¿

Warnings: None, just fluff although smut is hinted to

Your body ached all over, mind fuzzy and you couldn't move so you just laid there on the bed with the five men around you, laughing and joking around.

Occasionally they'd bump you and you'd twitch, every gentle touch feeling like a thousand.

Slash leaned closer to you, brushing your hair out of your face so he could kiss your forehead. "How're you doing down there?" He asked, a small smile on his face as his eyes trailed over you, taking in your disheveled state.

"She's not moving." Duff said, his hand on your shoulder and giving you a gentle shake. "I think we broke her."

"Axl, go get a wet cloth." Slash said, getting your hair away from your face and neck where it clung to sweat.

"You can't just tell me what to do." Axl huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Slash shot him a look before getting off the bed himself, but not without smacking Axl in the back of the head as he left to the bathroom.

Steven moved up the bed. He snaked his arms under you and lifted you up so you were sitting, mostly in his lap and leaning back against him. "You did so good, you know." He gleamed, kissing your cheek over and over. "You took five guys, been taking us for, like, a month, that's pretty fucking hardcore." His giggling warmed your heart, weak smile finding its way to your face.

Duff moved closer to your side, carefully taking your chin in his fingers and turning your head so you were looking at him. "Hurts, doesn't it?" He asked, giving you a once over to look for any real injury. "We'll give you a break for a while."

Slash returned with the cloth, climbing onto the bed to wipe you down. "Axl, can you go get snacks or something?" He asked, irritation in his voice as he already knew the answer.

"Give me the cloth, you go get snacks." Slash huffed and tossed Axl the cloth before heading off to the kitchenette in the hotel room, digging through the snack bag on the counter to find something you'd like.

Axl crawled closer and started wiping you down, making sure each stroke was gentle and nod snagging, you didn't need more stimulation. He was very sweet at times, especially with you. He put you to sleep more nights than you could count, singing you soft melodies with that deep voice.

Axl mumbled the words to American Pie to you, effectively putting you to sleep again.

You woke up occasionally, your body still hurting. You were in the bath with Izzy who was cleaning your hair, it was hard to shower on tours so getting a bath was a luxury.

Slash was there too, rubbing your legs and massaging you, though he was mostly just staring at your soaped up chest. You weren't awake long but they'd murmur praise and affectionate words to you whenever they noticed your eyes open.

You weren't sure who's shirt it was they put you into but it was big and warm and smelled like them, cologne with the everlasting scent of week old sweat. Axl's American flag boxers, you were sure he was the one to put them on you just for fun.

There was no way they were all fitting on the bed but they did try, every night you were in a hotel. Duff called dibs and held you loosely, letting you have your space since he heated up at night and didn't want to make you sweat after your bath.

Steven didn't care and straddled you, nuzzling his face into your chest with his arms wrapped around you. He stared up at you, a big grin on his face. "You're so pretty." He gleamed, pecking your chin and cheek, whatever he could reach. "And you smell nice, which is good, you were starting to wreak." Duff playfully swatted him in the back of the head.

"He's right though." The bassist mumbled, threading his fingers through your hair and leaning over to kiss your forehead. "Not the smelling part, but you do smell good... you're really pretty."

"Your vocabularies are scary." Axl grumbled from his place on the floor. Normally he'd be bullying Slash off the couch but tonight he wanted to be close to you, even if he couldn't be on the bed.

"She's ostentatious." Izzy spoke, looking at you from the chair in the corner, the band nicknamed it 'the cuck chair' and you, unfortunately, knew why.

Everyone looked back at him. "The fuck does that mean?" Axl asked, peering over the bed at him.

Izzy chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "I just thought of the biggest word I knew."

The debate went on, better words to describe you. There was a point system but really all their talking helped put you to sleep, they could call you whatever they wanted, but knowing they were doing their best to call you beautiful didn't hurt. Neither did Steven pecks throughout the night or Duff's gentle squeezes of your shoulder.

could you do subby Hollywood rose era Axl? Like he’s tied down n stuff and he gets kinda frustrated cuz reader isn’t going at his pace?

Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), reader slaps Axl's dick once, spit kink at the end, mommy kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

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Axl groaned lowly, his head tilted back and his eyes fluttering. "Pick up the pace, sweetheart." He mumbled, deep voice a rumble in the quiet room.

You lightly trailed a finger up his length, watching every twitch of his leaky cock. "No." You said, moving your finger back down. "This is fun, you just need to learn to be patient."

Axl rolled his eyes at you and bucked his hips up, searching for any form of friction. You slapped his cock, his breath caught in his throat.

You raised the hand that was on his dick to his chin, lifting his head up with two fingers. "I said, be. Fucking. Patient." You bit, pecking his lips and smiling condescendingly down at him.

Axl huffed but he refused to let you see the real affect you were having on him. He wanted to moan and whine and beg for you to let him cum, he was barely choking back all the little sounds he wanted to make.

He tugged at the velvety rope holding his wrists together, his back against the cold wood of the bedframe. You sat between his legs as he sat completely naked in front of you.

"You're so pretty." You mused, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. Axl didn't hesitate to start moving his hips. You didn't stop him but you didn't help him with what he was trying to do.

"M'not fucking pretty." He grunted.

You pursed your lips at him, cocking your head to the side. "Aw, poor baby, so needy and whiny." Axl huffed, nose scrunching. You moved down the bed, laying a few kitten licks to his tip. "Needs mommy to help him get off."

A soft whimper escaped him and your eyes shot up to meet his glassy ones. A wide grin spread across your face. "Sweet boy, let mommy help." Your lips parted to take him in your mouth.

He couldn't stop it anymore, head falling back as a loud moan left him, hips rutting to meet your face. "Agh-! Oh, god!" He groaned, doing everything he could to get friction. "Fuck-fucking move!" He whined, looking down at you with pleading eyes.

He was begging so nicely... in an Axl kind of way... you couldn't say no to him.

You slowly brought your head up and sunk back down on his dick, nose brushing into his ginger peach fuzz. His whimpers spurred you on and you bobbed your head faster, tongue swirling around his tip and dragging along the bottom of his cock.

The room filled with Axl's noises, like music to your ears. Drool dribbled down your chin but it was all worth it for those sweet sounds. His voice was deep, he sang high but his voice was deep and the way that passed through his moans was perfect.

"Hah- oh fuck, oh fuck-! My fucking god, mommy, please!" Tears pricked his eyes, rolling down his cheeks. "I can't- suck harder, I-I wanna cum, lemme cum!" You hollowed your cheeks around him, staring up at him as he came undone in your mouth.

You waited for the last few strings of cum to shoot from his tip before you pulled away, sitting up and placing your hands on his shoulders. He stared up at you with tired eyes and a wonky grin.

"What is it?" He asked, voice sweet and slow like honey. You ran your thumb over his bottom lip, a silent gesture for him to open his mouth. He parted his lips, you did the same and let his cum mixed with your saliva drip down your tongue into his mouth.

His eyes widened but he let it happen, swallowing and trying not to gag. You gave his cheek a pat and kissed his lips. "What a good boy." You mused.

SUBBY IZZY. I'M TALKING MOMMY KINK. EVERYTHING. PLEASE SUBBY IZZY.

A/n: I love subby men, they're just so pretty, so I hope I made this good for you <3

Warnings: Smut, face sitting, bondage, squirting, sub/dom dynamics, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

I need to talk about this picture for a second Idk why there’s a dog but I it makes it better, the dog looks like it’s trying to make Izzy proud??? Is it scared of him??? Is it trying to be like him??? idk and idc, it’s just aksjsndh. thank you for coming to my rant

You and Izzy met after a Guns N’ Roses gig, one in a bar since they were just starting out. You and Izzy got to talking by the bar after, he offered to buy you drinks but also mentioned that he didn’t have any money.

Your relationship was friends with benefits, and more than one. Since Izzy didn’t have a house you let him live with you free of payment. Any money payment, that is.

Instead of money he’d pay by being your little toy once a week, sometimes more. You had rules set in place so no one got hurt, of course, but you had more than enough fun with him.

Guns had gone on a quick tour and Izzy left without a final payment, meaning he was late and you were needy. He came right back as if nothing was wrong, unlocking the door ready to tell you of all the fun he had when he paused.

You were standing in the doorway to the bedroom in a set of black red lingerie, holding black rope in your one hand while the other rested on your hip. The sight alone had Izzy hardening in his pants and he rushed into the apartment, eager to make it up to you.

You tied his wrists behind his back and laid him down on his back on the bed. “You remember our safe word, don’t you?” You asked, tilting his head up to look at you with a finger under his chin. He nodded excitedly with a wonky smile. You gave him a light slap across his face, not enough to really hurt him. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes! Yes, I-I remember.” You nodded and rubbed the pinkish spot on his cheek.

“Good boy, now be good for mommy.” You moved to hover over his face, having already taken off your panties so he could eat you out properly.

His tongue delved into your, his nose hitting your clit every time you moved your hips. You kept most of your weight off of him at first but as you got closer, needier, you let yourself use him.

Izzy was whining beneath you, tears trickling down his cheeks. Your one hand was in his hair, the other held onto the headboard for stability while you rode his face. “Fuck! Fuck, good boy, such a good boy letting mommy have her way with you.” You moaned, feeling your high getting closer.

You took your hand out of his hair and used it to rub your clit, bringing you over the edge. You pulled yourself off of him, Izzy gasped, finally being able to breathe again. It was short when you squirted on his face, essentially waterboarding him.

You laughed at his wet face, moving down his body and kisses over his neck and chest. He looked up at you with nothing but love and lust. He didn’t care what you did to him so long as you weren’t ignoring him, he loved everything you did to him and he couldn’t get enough.

“Mommy-mommy, please, let me cum, I-I’ll be good.” He said, squirming under you. “I’ll be your good boy.” You thought about it for a moment, thinking of all the ways you could deal with him.

“Good boys pay their debt.” You said with a devilish grin. Izzy whined but you could see it in his eyes he couldn’t be happier to have you take care of him.

After all, he left without paying on purpose. He wanted to see what punishment he’d get.

I have this really fun fun fun fun very fun idea for YOU

Hear me OUTTTTT Izzy Stradlin goes to a little club with the bros and BOOM he sees reader or whatever and then they get freaky THEN they get caught or something 👅👅 idk bromeo

A/n: for his birthday a little short a little whiny 😔

Warnings: smut, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), public sex, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Guns was broke, all of them skinny and high and broke, starving, but it was Izzy’s birthday and they’d be damned if they didn’t do something to celebrate.

The Cathouse was their favourite place, big parties, fun crowds, cheap booze -especially when you had the women paying for you.

They arrived, L.A. Guns were playing. While not being a big band yet, GNR were well known on the Strip, quickly having girls come up to them, playing around, grinding, and buying drinks. Once they were told it was Izzy’s birthday they were ready to do anything for him. Then there you were.

You were actually a friend of Kelly Nickels, the bassist for L.A. Guns, and were there for him, but you’d had a rough day and were just sitting by the bar. Izzy’s eyes sparkled when he saw you, as Slash teased him when he caught the other guitarist ogling you. Izzy waved him off and went to see what you were doing.

He took the free seat next to you and ordered a drink. You eyed him curiously, out of all the seats he sat next to you. You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your drink. “So, what’re you doing?” He asked, shamelessly looking over you. You didn’t respond, hoping he’d leave if you didn’t engage. The bartender came back and waited for money, but Izzy didn’t have any so he looked to you.

You shot him a look like he was crazy. “I’m not paying for your sorry ass.” You stated. Another girl came along and paid for Izzy’s drink, telling the bartender to put him on her tab. She gave Izzy a kiss but he tried to ignore it. She ran off somewhere else, leaving you with Izzy.

“Not even a hi? Hello, how are you?” He asked, leaning into you slightly. You shook your head. “Come on, anything?”

“I have been wanting to hit something all day and if you get any closer it’s going to be you.” You bit, practically nipping at the air to get him away from you.

Izzy chewed his cheek a moment and leaned back in his seat, gaze still wandering over you. “I’ve been wanting to hit something too, you know… mines a little healthier.” You shot him a look again, but it made you pause for a second. He wasn’t wrong, it was healthier with even better side effects. You turned your attention to the band, catching Kelly watching you, making sure you were ok. You downed the rest of your drink and made your way out of the club.

Izzy followed you, hoping he knew what you were thinking. You led him around the club and to the back alley. His hands went to your hips, guiding you back against the brick wall. “This is disgusting.” You mumbled, arms going around his neck. Izzy shrugged and leaned down to kiss you, it was sloppy and messy, but he was a passionate man. On a bad day this was working for you.

You knew rocker types, you were friends with many, you knew all he was looking for was a good lay and then he’d be off somewhere else fucking someone else, but it didn’t matter right now. Your hands fell, working on your pants and pushing them down. “What, no blowie?” Izzy asked against your lips. “It’s my birthday.”

“I’m not getting on my knees out here.” You said simply, dropping your panties. Izzy’s eyes widened at the slight look of your cunt. “Just fuck me, would you?” You asked, turning your back to him and planting your hands on the wall.

Izzy couldn’t exactly deny your request. He undid his jeans and pushed them down, just enough for him to pull his cock out. You glanced over your shoulder, scoffing at the sight. “You’re not even fucking hard yet?” You grumbled, watching as he stroked himself.

“I’m not a fucking faucet, can’t just turn me on whenever you want.” He grumbled. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t have time for this.” You muttered, turning back around to face him. You tugged on his shirt. “Why don’t you get on your knees, you can get off from down there.” You tugged on his shirt again and he went down, taking a quick look around to make sure no one was seeing. “Fucking loser.” You mumbled, threading your fingers through his hair and tilting his head back.

His hand moved faster on his dick, he leaned into you and lapped at your wet folds, sucking on your clit as you stood over him. He was good with his tongue but he looked so needy and desperate on his knees for you, aching cock pulsing in his hand.

“Look at you, birthday boy getting himself off.” You mused, a soft moan leaving you as he pushed his tongue into you. “Fuck, such a good boy.” He moaned into your cunt, hand moving faster. “Make me cum first, then I’ll help you, alright?” Your breathing was heavy already, Izzy had no qualms with making you cum first, even though it was his birthday.

He stopped touching himself, focusing on you. His tongue swirled around your clit, licking and flicking it to hear you moan but you stayed quiet, knowing you were in public. The hand he’d been using on himself went between your legs and he slid two skilled fingers into you, pumping them in and out of your dripping cunt, curling them and finding your sweet spot.

You bit your lip, muffling your noises. “Fuck, right there~” You moaned, tugging on his hair. He whined against you, working faster. “Oh! Fuck, ah…” That knot in your gut was tightening, hips bucking against his face.

You brought a hand to your mouth and bit the meaty part of your thumb, muffling your moans as you came, clit pulsing against his tongue, cunt clenching around his slender fingers.

Izzy let you ride out your high before pulling away, looking up at you desperately. “You’re gonna help me now?” He asked, pleading in his eyes.

You chewed your cheek, debating it for a moment. You pushed your foot between his legs, pushing the toe of your shoes into his balls. He whined but you didn’t care. “Go on then.” You said with a smile, watching as the dots connected for him.