Insane Face Card Do I Wanna Be With Him Or Be Him

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. 

Continuar lendo

it is not possible that in all these years reading fanfics, one shots, headcannons and ANY MANIFESTATION OF A FANDOM i still don't know what exactly is a drabble.

okay I decided I'm going to reblog all my fav fics, wait to have the best dirty recommendations of your life 😉

yeah born to ride

or whatever lana del rey said

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.

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waist coat gee moodboard!<33

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!

Masterlist

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.

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.

wdym i cant just repost every kirk hammett picture i come across on my feed

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