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𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

myles kennedy x reader

(includes smut, unprotected sex, fem reader, p&v)

word count: 1159

myles comes home from work one day with a big announcement, so you two decide to celebrate

It had been a long day, and I swear my heart skipped a beat when I finally heard the front door opening. I saw Myles walking through the door, and I immediately ran up to him, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug.

“I missed you so much,” I quietly say, burying my face in his shoulder. I felt him wrapping his arms around me, gently placing a small kiss on the top of my head.

“I missed you more my beautiful love,” he responds, whispering into my ear. I look up at him, my eyes locking with his.

“How was work?” I ask him, pulling away slightly so he can fully come inside. When I asked him, I noticed him grinning a little more.

“Well,” he starts, and I can’t help but narrow my eyes a little at his words, now more intrigued and curious.

“I got a call today, and you’ll never guess who it was,” he started, looking directly down at me. I raise an eyebrow at him, and his grin grows even wider.

“It was Slash,” he simply says, the grin on his face somehow growing wider as he speaks. My jaw practically drops at his words, in complete shock and disbelief.

“As in, the guitarist of Guns N Roses?” I look up at him, completely dumbfounded, and he nods his head.

“Yeah, he’s putting a solo record together, and he asked if I would do vocals on a couple of tracks,” he explains, and I feel myself grinning at his words. The love of my life was about to work with one of the most famous musicians in all of rock history. I hug him even tighter in response, feeling his arms wrap around me once again.

“That’s amazing love, are you gonna do it?” I ask him, looking up into his eyes. He looks down at me, thinking for a moment before nodding his head.

“Yeah, I think so. It would be a great opportunity, and may help Alter Bridge gain some new fans as well,” he responds, having very clearly thought this through. I slowly nod my head, my arms still tightly wrapped around him.

“Well, I’ll support you whatever you end up doing, you know that?” I look up at him, lightly pressing my lips against his. The moment I kiss him, I feel all of his self restraint disappear, and he kisses me back, his lips hungrily attacking mine. His arms pulled me closer to him, if that were even possible, before he pinned me against the nearest wall, breaking the kiss for a moment to look at me.

“You know love, I don’t know about you, but I think we should celebrate,” he quietly says before kissing my neck, causing me to let out a small moan in response. My hands find their way into his hair, grabbing onto it and lightly pulling, causing Myles to moan out softly against the skin on my neck. He continues kissing, leaving dark hickeys over the skin.

After a few moments, he pulls back again, admiring his newest piece of work on my skin. He then brings his attention off my neck and up to meet my gaze, his eyes meeting my gaze. His hand gently cups my jaw, his thumb grazing my skin.

“I could take you, right here, right now love,” he softly says, and I let out a shaky breath. I look up at him, and I slowly nod my head, feeling the desire and need for him in my body growing stronger and stronger with each second.

“I need you,” is all I can manage to get out before he kisses me again, this time even more desperately than before. His hands grab the hem of my pants, quickly pulling them down before he unbuttons his jeans, and proceeds to pull them down as well, causing him to spring free and hit my thigh, already rock hard. That was one of the things I loved about him: he never bothered to wear underwear. He said it made it easier for when moments like this one arrived.

He cups my face again, looking back up at me, the slightest look of concern on his face.

“I don’t have anything on me right now, is that still okay baby?” he asks, looking directly into my eyes. Another thing I loved about him was that no matter how long we had been together, and how many times we had engaged in these… intimate activities, he always made sure I was okay with what we were doing. Always. He never tried to do something without making sure he wasn’t stepping any boundaries.

As I nod my head in response to his question, he pushes me a little higher up the wall, allowing his cock to slowly slide inside me, and a moan escapes my mouth, feeling him fill me with himself. He grins at my moan, and after a moment to allow me to adjust to him, he slowly starts to move, his eyes never leaving me.

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so well,” he quietly says, keeping his pace slow to start with. My arms tighten around him, and I bury my face in his shoulder. The way he felt, the way he spoke, just everything about Myles made me crazy and drew me insane, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He gradually increased his speed, now moving faster against me, and I felt my body heating up, growing closer and closer to my release. I let out a moan against his shoulder, and his arms tightened around me as he fucked me. He lightly grabbed my chin, pulling my face out of his shoulder so I was looking at him.

“I love you, so so much,” he quietly says before kissing me again, still keeping his pace. I immediately kiss him back, feeling his lips firmly against mine.

After he breakes the kiss, I look up at him, my breathing growing shakier and more labored as he continues to move.

“I love you too,” I manage to get out before I bury my face in his shoulder again, a soft moan leaving my lips. At the sound of my moan, he too lets out a low moan.

He increases his speed even further, and the moan that leaves my mouth is even louder than the ones before. His movements become quicker and sloppier, and I can tell he’s getting close. 

Within seconds, his arms tighten around me as he reaches his climax, and I felt him spilling inside me. I let out a moan against his shoulder, feeling myself come to my own release.

After a few moments, he brushes a strand of hair out of my face, looking down at me.

“I love you so much baby, so goddamn much,” he quietly speaks, pulling me in for a light, yet passionate kiss.

Tommy Iommi: "What should we call our band, mate?"

Ozzie Osborne: "Hm..how about..Black Sabbath?"

Tommy: "Ok, what should we call our first album?

Ozzie: "I'm thinking maybe..."Black Sabbath"

Tommy: "That's a right good name, that, but what about our single?"

Ozzie: "hear me out-"

hi guys!

just wanted to let you know ive started posting another story on my wattpad acc!

username is same as my tumblr (myleskennedyloml), so please feel free to check it out, it would mean the world to me.

this is a myles fanfiction i have started writing with an original character, however, i will still continue the one shots.

if you have any requests at all for what i should write, please feel free to message me and i will do my best.

ily guys

stoppppp im about to cryyy

Hi, I had thought a story between James Hetfield ( maybe in the 90s) x wife!reader based on the song "November rain" by Guns N' Roses.

I wish it was sad ( I know, I like sad things. That's why i chose this wonderful song) I hope you like this idea.

Lots of love

I’ve ALWAYS wanted to do a fic based on a song… but- I think this turned out pretty weak and probably not what you were looking for (I had a little bit or writers block but that didn’t stop me from at least delivering SOMETHING

𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ¹⁹⁹⁷

I was standing in the kitchen, lost in clattering dishes and the slosh of the dishwasher. Mundane sounds from every day created a comfortable background, but then one new, soft, very familiar melody crawled inside.

It was the opening piano notes of "November Rain" by Guns n' Roses, right there, laid out, a song that I hadn’t heard in a while.

Curiously, I dried my hands on the dish towel and followed the sound. It led down the hallway, past the living room, and toward the nursery.

With every step, the sweet melody became more clear, pulling at memories long tucked away for safe keeping.

I paused at the nursery door, letting the soft glowing nightlight bleed into the quiet hallways. Inside, I peeked inside, only to feel my heart squeeze in my chest.

James sat in the rocking chair, holding our baby daughter in his arms. His head was only slightly bowed, watching her as he softly crooned the words of the song.

His voice, which was normally gritty and powerful, was so loving and soothing now, curling itself around the words in a way that I knew he’d only ever do for his child.

"Sometimes I need some time on my own," he sang, the lines laced delicately with love. "Sometimes I need some time all alone."

I slipped quietly into the room, not wanting to break their moment, yet not able to walk away. James looked up and directly at me, he beamed humbly, continuing to sing, eyes never leaving mine.

I moved closer, where I could see how our daughter's small fingers were locked onto one of his. She stared up at him with wide, saucer eyes.

"This song," he whispered, then stopped singing and smiled. "Ahhh, it reminds me so much of your mommy. Do you know that I danced to this song with your mommy when we first met?” He cooed to her.

That night is as fresh in my mind as if it was only yesterday, the way he pulled me onto the dance floor despite my protests, how I was so glad he did, because I fell so in love with him.

"We were at this dive bar," James went on, gently rocking. "Your mommy didn't want to dance at first. But I wouldn't take no for an answer. Then this song came on and, man, I think she changed her mind. And now look, we’ve got you."

It brought tears to my eyes. He looked down at our daughter, his face soft.

"Your mommy looked so beautiful that night," he whispered. "She still does, every day. This song became our song. And now, it's yours, too sweetheart."

He eyes fluttered, tiny breaths evening out, and she slipped off to sleep at his voice.

"I know it's hard to keep an open heart," he sang, his eyes meeting mine again. "When even friends seem out to harm you. But if you could heal a broken heart, wouldn't time be out to charm you?"

The words seemed to take a new meaning for me standing there, our love, and the new life brought into this world together.

The music finally stopped, and James rose his gaze to mine, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love you," he said so easily, like smooth melting butter. "I love you more every day."

I walked over to him, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "I love you too," I whispered. "So much."

He carefully shifted our daughter to one side so I could sit beside him on the arm of the rocking chair. I perched there, wrapping one arm about his shoulders while resting my head against him.

Together we watched our daughter sleep, her tiny chest steady rise and fall.

Inside out if it was filmed inside my head

That awkward interview where Myles talks about ear plugs as "Sonic condoms" and immediately regrets his choice of words

May I pet you? You look like a handsome sexy werewolf *giggles and smiles*

no, only lars can.

Myles' attempt at throwing gang signs? 😂 Mark's face is like "WTF?"

I need her so bad

i’m gay im gay im gay im gay im gay im

omg i love the new pfp its so cute

omg thank youuuu

I wanted to match my tumblr and my wattpad so they were the same (wattpad is the same username)

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