The Time Evil Mario Duplantier Bludgeoned Myles With His Guitar

Do Slash every side of him

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(pls be more specific i have no idea what you mean 😭😭)

Myles Kennedy's L'Oreal shampoo commercial

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.

i love pinterest for preventing me from saving pins i have already saved and forgot i did

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

Slash getting all blushy and kicking his feet at the scary sleepover (2017)

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.”

people confused by my willingness and, frankly, my desire to fuck that old man do not understand that i purely do not believe someone can be too old to enjoy everything life has to offer

should i write one shots about people other than myles kennedy??

give me people to write about and send requests plssss

(i like gnr, metallica, and i can probably do a few other people if you want)