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

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.

one of the MANY reasons why I luv james is because he looks like some hot dad you'd meet outside a car dealership or something

𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕

myles kennedy x reader

(includes fluff, fem reader, drunk reader)

word count: 1206

Myles is your best friend, and he picks you up from a party when you're drunk

“Where are you right now?” his voice came through my phone's speaker, and all I could do was giggle in response. I don’t know how much I had drunk, but it was clear to say that I was absolutely wasted.

“Why?” I took another sip of my drink, and I swear Myles could hear it, because on the other end of the line, he let out a slight sigh.

“Because you’re drunk. Now, where are you.” his voice wasn’t questioning anymore, but rather more demanding.

“At a friend’s party, don’t worry,” I simply answered. It was the truth. I was genuinely at the party of a friend, however, I didn’t expect myself to get wasted.

“No shit, but where.” Myles was starting to sound slightly frustrated on the end of the line, and I couldn’t help but laugh slightly.

“Why are you asking?” I asked again. Around me, the room was starting to go slightly blurry and fuzzy, but I didn’t care.

“Because I’m gonna come pick you up. You’re clearly drunk, and I want to make sure you’re okay,” he answered. Myles had always been my best friend, and nothing more, yet there was a hint of protectiveness in his tone, more than how ‘just friends’ would speak to one another.

I finally gave in and gave him the address, and then went to grab another drink. As I did, one of the guys at the party came up to me. I didn’t know who he was, but I could see his eyes lingering over my body. Even in the drunk state I was in, I could sense something off about him.

Myles POV:

Fuck. She was at a party. Drunk. With who knows who there. I walked through the front door, inviting myself in, and my heart almost stopped when I saw her. She was talking to another guy. 

Before I went over to her, I managed to calm myself down and remind myself that she was just a friend. A friend that I also happened to have a massive crush on. I slowly made my way over to her and sat down next to her. Just one look at her and I could tell she was absolutely wasted.

“Come on, we’re leaving,” I looked down at her, seeing the redness in her eyes growing stronger, and hearing her words slurring together. At my words, she pouted and shook her head, and I sighed, wrapping my arm around her.

“I don’t want to,” she leaned against my shoulder, her voice quiet and sloppy. I instinctively tightened my arm around her, pulling her closer to me.

“No, you’re drunk. Let me take you home. You look like you’re about to pass out,” I locked eyes with her, seeing the reluctance in her eyes before she spoke again.

“Did I ever tell you how pretty you are Myles,” she quietly spoke, and I was slightly surprised by her words. Her and I always had a close friendship, but it had never gone past that point.

“I think you’re really pretty,” her voice continued to slur, and that is when I realised just how drunk she is. I thought to myself for a moment before finally thinking fuck it, and I picked her up, carrying her bridal style out of the house and into the passenger seat of my car.

“What are you doing, I was having fun,” she pouted over at me, but I didn’t answer. I simply started driving. She was in no state to be on her own, so I was taking her to mine for the night. She sat in the seat, crossing her arms, clearly disappointed that I had made her leave.

“Myles,” when she spoke again, I still didn’t answer, my focus purely on the road, now that I knew she was safe.

“Myles,” her voice grew slightly louder, and that was when I finally responded.

“Yeah?” I turned my head to look over at her for a moment before looking back at the road.

“Why did you come?” 

“You’re my best friend. I’ll do anything for you. You know that.”

“But I didn’t ask you to come.”

“You didn’t need to.”

She sighed, and we sat in silence for a few moments before she broke it again.

“Just answer the question. Why did you come.” her question made me think for a moment. Yes, she was my best friend, and the girl I had a secret admiration for for years, but she didn’t know about that, and now was definitely not the time to bring that up. Even if she had called me pretty earlier.

“I told you. When you called earlier, I could immediately tell you were drunk, and I didn’t want anything happening to you. Like I said, you’re my best friend, and I would do anything in the world for you.” I finally answered, pulling into the driveway of my house. 

Instead of getting out, we both sat in the car for a few minutes, just staring at each other.

“I meant what I said earlier, by the way,” she quietly admitted, causing a flutter in my chest. The girl that I was madly in love with, and have been for years, meant it when she called me pretty. I could already feel the butterflies in my stomach.

“Did you?” I said after a moment, still processing her words. She slowly nodded her head.

“Yeah, I did. I’ve wanted to say it for ages, but I really like you, Myles. As in, more than just a best friend way.” her voice grew softer as she spoke, and as she finished speaking, my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t tell if it was genuinely her speaking or just the alcohol, but I could somehow sense the sincerity behind her words.

I suddenly couldn’t control myself as I leaned closer to her, capturing her lips in a deep and passionate kiss. I cupped her face in my hands, pouring my heart and soul into that kiss. Within seconds, I felt her lips moving against mine, and I started kissing her harder. This was the moment I had been dreaming about for years. And it was finally happening.

After a few moments, I slowly pulled away, looking over at her, and I could feel the blood in my body rushing to my cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what just happened. I- I just couldn’t help myself,” I stumbled over my words, but after, I saw the slightest smile growing on her face.

“Don’t apologise, it’s okay. I liked it,” she softly said, and I felt the anxiety starting to subside in my body.

“It’s just, I’ve been too afraid to say it, but I’ve been in love with you for years. Since we started hanging out and became friends, there was always this feeling that I got when I was with you,” I started saying, but before I could finish, she cut me off, suddenly kissing me again.

“I love you Myles,” she quietly said after a moment, breaking the kiss once more. Again, I couldn’t tell if it was her or the alcohol talking, but I couldn’t help but smile slightly at her words.

“I love you too.”

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-"

𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖

myles kennedy x reader

(includes smut, losing virginity, p&v, fem reader)

word count: 589

Myles is your boyfriend, and he takes your virginity

I looked up at him, seeing him lying on top of me, his weight just above my body. His shirt was off, exposing his toned, tattooed chest and arms, and the only thing I could think was ‘God, he’s beautiful’. 

“I promise I’ll look after you,” Myles quietly said before kissing me. It was a light, but loving kiss. It was nothing too intense, but I could feel the emotion in his actions. He pulled away after a moment, his hand starting to move down my body. I felt my body tense slightly, and he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

“Love, do you trust me?” he asked, his voice soft and caring. I locked eyes with him, nodding my head.

“Yes, I do,” I responded after a moment. 

When I spoke, he nodded, his hand moving to the waistband of my pants and slowly pulling them down. I lifted my hips slightly, making the fabric slide down my legs easier. He then leaves a trail of kisses down my body, from my shoulders to my hips. His kisses were soft and relaxing, and I could tell he was trying to hide his eagerness and excitement.

He looks up at me, silently asking for permission to continue, and I slowly nod my head. He knew how important this moment was, as it’s not every day that you lose your virginity. He started kissing lower, now moving in between my thighs, and a small, breathy moan escaped my lips. I felt Myles chuckle slightly against my body, clearly loving his effect on me. But God, I loved it. 

He looks me in the eyes again before speaking, his voice soft and gentle.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” after he spoke, I nod my head, silently assuring him that I was in fact ready for this.

He nods before grabbing a condom off the bedside table, unwrapping it and sliding it on himself before locking eyes with me once more. I give him a small nod, and once I do, he nods as well, then proceeds to slowly and carefully slide himself into me, letting out a small moan in the process. I too let out another quiet moan at the feeling of his cock deep inside me. Myles cuckles lightly at my moan, allowing me to adjust to the feeling of him befre he slowly starts to rock his hips back and forth, keeping the pace slow to start with.

“How’s that, love? Does that feel okay?” he looks down at me, watching my facial expression, making sure there was no signs of pain or discomfort. I slowly nod my head, my breathing much airier and breathier than before.

“I, I’m okay,” I manage to get out. He nods again, gradually increasing his speed. Both my and his moans grow louder and more frequent, becoming more and more breathess with each passing second.

“I’m, I’m gonna,” I whisper, feeling myself growing closer to my eventual climax. He nods his head, signalling to me that he too wasn’t far off either. 

When he thrusts in a little deeper, changing the angle slightly, I throw my head back, a loud moan escaping me as I feel my orgasm ripping through my entire body. At my release, I could hear Myles moaning as well, as well as him releasing as well. he collapsed on top of me, looking down at me, knowing he was the first, and hopefully the only, person I would ever have sex with.

professor myles right now pls and ty pookie

ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣

Myles Kennedy x Reader

(includes smut, teacher student, age gap, fem reader, p&v, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, slight size kink)

word count: 2433

Professor Kennedy is your college professor, and you stay back after class for a little *extra* help

The bell had just rung and the rest of the class was starting to get out of their seats and make their way home, but I sat there still. There was a question I needed to ask, and I didn't want to ask in front of the rest of the class.

“Umm, professor, can I ask something?” I asked him, getting out of my seat and slowly making my way over to Professor Kennedy’s desk. He sat there in his chair, looking through one of the textbooks, finalising his next lesson plan. When I called out to him, he looked up at me, and I saw his blue eyes through his glasses.

“What’s up? Everything okay?” I couldn’t help but notice the slight concern in his voice when he heard me asking if I could ask a question. He put his book down, looking up at me.

I nod my head, now standing right opposite him on the other side of his desk.

“Umm, yeah, I just didn’t really understand any of that lecture you just gave,” I quietly admitted to him. His expression softens slightly, and I can’t help but bite the inside of my mouth, not wanting to upset my favourite professor. He slowly nods my head, gesturing for me to sit in the spare seat next to him.

“What exactly didn’t you understand?” he asked me in a quiet yet inquisitive voice as I sat down next to him, feeling slightly worried and nervous to explain.

“The um… part where you were explaining the um… the different types of attributions and stuff, it was really confusing. Do you think you could explain that again please?” I looked over at him as I spoke, us two now being the only ones in the room. He immediately nodded his head, shifting slightly so he was facing me more.

“Of course I can, did you understand exactly what they are?” he asked me, and I slowly nodded my head. I understood what attributions were, but it was all the different ones that confused me. He seems to understand what I mean, and he nods his head slowly.

“But you have a hard time understanding each different one?” he asked, and I nod my head, glad he understands what I’m having trouble wrapping my head around. He nods again, thinking to himself. 

“Well I’m happy to stay back a bit to help you out,” he said, a small grin forming on his face. I looked up at him, noticing the slight shift in his tone. There was no way. But I could see it in his eyes. He was thinking about that.

It wasn’t that I thought he was attractive. Professor Kennedy was in all honesty one of the most attractive men I had ever seen, but due to obvious reasons, it was never something I had pursued. He was my college professor, of course I couldn’t go after him like that.

A small shaky breath left me as I looked up at him, his eyes looking down at me through his glasses.

“You looked very pretty today,” he softly says, leaning forward to whisper into my ear. At his words, it felt as though I had butterflies in my stomach as I felt myself blushing slightly.

“Professor, I-” I started talking, but he cut me off by placing a finger over my mouth, immediately shushing me.

“Call me Myles, darling,” he whispered, and all I could do was nod my head. 

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot,” he continued to whisper into my ear, and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach growing even more.

“Y-you have?” I was extremely inquisitive by his words, slightly confused, and slightly shocked as he nodded his head.

“Every night. And seeing you today, walking into class in that dress, made it hard to focus on teaching today,” he continued to whisper in my ear, his voice a low and husky whisper, and it was oddly arousing. I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together slightly, and he definitely noticed. He looked down, gently chuckling to himself, placing a hand on my thigh. At his touch, a tiny gasp left my mouth, and I was finding it harder and harder by the second to control myself.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about you darling,” he whispered in my ear, pulling back to look at me and my expression. I looked up at him, and the only thing I could do was slowly nod my head, getting what he was implying, and giving him my full permission.

He chuckled again at my response before sliding his hand slightly further up my thigh.

“Are you sure darling?” his voice was still low, whispering in my ear again. I nodded my head again, this time with a little more confidence.

“Y-yes. I-I’m sure, Myles,” my voice comes out slightly shaky, but not in a way that was hesitant.

When I said those words, he slowly nodded to himself before sliding his hand up even further, sliding up under the skirt of my dress, and I felt myself squeezing my thighs together even more. He chuckled slightly at my reaction, putting his hand under my chin and bringing it up so I was looking at him.

“You’re so pretty darling, I want you, all of you,” his voice remained low and husky as he whispered in my ear again, and I continued to look up at him, staring directly into his eyes.

He met my gaze for a few moments before leaning forward and softly pressing his lips against mine. It wasn’t hard at first, but when he felt me kissing him back, he started to grow more hungry, his lips kissing mine more desperately. A soft moan escaped me at his increased hunger, which only seemed to rile him up more. He started biting my bottom lip softly as he continued to kiss me, his hand now fully up my dress, now teasing the fabric of my underwear.

“God I’ve wanted to do that forever,” he said soon after pulling away, looking down at me. When I felt him pull away, it took me a couple seconds to process what had happened before I slowly leaned back in, kissing him again. I felt him let out a shaky breath against me, his hand still firmly placed on my thigh, his other arm slowly starting to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I felt him pull my body up against him, gently lifting me so I was sitting on his lap as I kissed him, and I slowly wrapped my arms around him as I did, deepening the kiss even further. I opened my mouth slightly, letting him slide his tongue into my mouth, and a soft moan escaped my mouth.

At the sound of my moan, I felt him growing underneath me, and my hand made it’s way into his hair, gripping a few strands and lightly tugging at it. He broke the kiss for a few seconds, looking directly into my eyes.

“I need you darling, so bad,” his voice was low and sultry as he locked his eyes with mine. A shaky breath left me at his words, and I couldn’t help but pull hair a little harder, causing him to moan out softly. He attacked my mouth again, his lips firmly pushing themselves against mine.

“M-myles, please,” my voice was barely audible, my breathing now having picked up slightly as he continued to kiss me. At my words, he almost instinctively knew what it was that I wanted, and his hand that was holding onto the fabric of my underwear gently and slowly started to pull them down my legs. He broke the kiss for another moment, looking up at me as he continued his action.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” his voice was still low and husky, but there was a slight hint of concern laced within his tone. I nodded my head, positive that I was okay with what he was currently doing, as well as what was about to come. He looked at me, slightly hesitantly, but his actions sped up, my underwear now fully down to my knees.

“Are you absolutely positive darling?” he asked me again, and I nodded my head once more, this time a little more forceful.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I locked eyes with him, a sense of eagerness in my voice. He nodded to himself at my verbal response, lifting my body up slightly with his arm.

“If you want to stop, just say it. Okay? I don’t want you doing anything that you don’t want to. Promise me you’ll say so if it becomes too much,” he kept his eyes locked on mine, his voice now filled with more concern than before.

“I promise, please, I need you,” I quickly responded, now becoming more and more desperate. He nodded again at my promise, still keeping my hips slightly raised off his body as he tugged at the zip of his pants, and I looked down to see his cock springing free.

My eyes widened slightly at the sight of it. It was huge. I’d never seen one this big before, and I was about to have that inside me. He looked up at me once more, looking into my eyes with a look that seeked confirmation, and I nodded again. At my nod, he slowly lowered me onto him again, and I felt him pushing himself into me.

I kept my arms around him as I straddled his cock, sitting on his lap, and a soft moan escaped my mouth at the feeling of him inside me, and he smirked slightly at the noise leaving my mouth.

“You like that darling? You like taking my cock like that?” he chuckled ever so slightly, watching me rock my hips forward slightly, grinding my body into him, and he let out a soft breathy moan as I did. I nodded my head in response to his question, pushing my body forward into him slightly more.

“Y-yes, please,” my breath came out soft and shaky, my arms still firmly and tightly around him. At my words, he softly moaned, burying his face in my neck, leaving soft and gentle kisses.

“You feel so good darling, taking me like that,” his voice was low as he spoke against my neck, almost directly into my ear. At his words, I pushed my hips forward again, throwing my head back, and another moan left me as I did. His hand rested on my hip under my skirt, firmly holding me as I rocked my hips back and forth into him. 

A small moan left him as I continued to grind my body against him. My arms stayed around him, but on my next move forward, I rested my head on his shoulder, still keeping my pace.

“Just like that darling, I’m getting close,” his breathing became more and more labored as he spoke, it becoming harder for him to speak in full sentences. His other hand, which was wrapped around my waist, tightened, pulling my body even closer to him.

“Myles, I-” I started speaking, but I was cut short by him suddenly gripping my chin, pulling my face up from his shoulder so I met his gaze.

“Look at me darling, tell me how good it feels taking my cock like that,” his eyes were locked with mine as he spoke, not letting me look away, even if I wanted to. At his words, I couldn’t help but feel even more aroused, and a breathy moan left me, still rocking my hips at a rhythmic pace.

“I- I love it, I love, taking your cock,” my sentence came out weak and labored, many short breaths coming out in between words. His arm tightened even more around my waist.

“Good, because I’m about to come darling,” his voice was low and sultry, his eyes staring at me through his glasses, and I couldn’t help but throw my head back as another moan left me. He seemed slightly disappointed at my action, gripping my face a little harder, pulling my face back to meet his.

“No darling, I want you to look at me, look at me when I’m filling you with my come,” he spoke in the same tone, the slightest smirk on his face as he spoke, and his words were enough to finally send me over the edge.

I kept my eyes on him, no longer able to hold back as I reached my climax, another moan leaving me, and fighting all restraint to throw my head back as I came on him. Soon after, I felt him spilling himself inside me, another moan escaping him as he did, and he closed his eyes for a moment before looking back up at me, his cheeks flushed and rosy, the tiniest beads of sweat forming on his face.

“You did so good for me darling,” he kept his gaze on me, cupping my cheek with his face as I looked down at him, hearing my shallow and shaky breaths as I started to come down from my release. I closed my eyes for a few moments before looking back at him.

“You look so beautiful,” his voice was still low and soft, but no longer in the seductive tone he had before, his voice now gentle and caring. He kept his arm tightly around me, keeping me close to him. I felt myself blush at his words, and I couldn’t help but bury myself in his shoulder.

“You know darling,” he started talking again, and I lifted my head to look back at him.

“Yes?” I tilted my head to the side, curious to what he had to say.

“We should do this again,” the volume of his voice lowered as he spoke those words, the simple phrase having so much meaning.

When he said those words, I contemplated it for a few moments before slowly nodding my head, a small smile starting to form on my face.

“I would really like that, Myles,” my voice was low and breathy, and I watched him give a slight smile.

After a few moments, I lifted myself off of him, adjusting my clothing so it wasn’t obvious what I had just engaged in, and as I went to leave the room, I looked back at Myles, and I swear I saw him wink at me before I left.

Hi, I saw Myles in Berlin last week, and I just wanted to share that I've come to the conclusion that there are 3 types of Myles Kennedy out there:

1. The bare-armed dork

2. The Rockstar™ with slightly unbuttoned shirt

3. The flannel-wearing silver fox

And I love all of them.

You are correct!

Those are obviously:

1. SMKC Myles

2. AB Myles

3. Solo Myles

mario !

mario

real

Suddenly my car is broken 🤭(I don't have a car)