Hii

KIRK KIRK KIRK KIRK

These 2 walk into a bar who you going to go home with?

look at him,he’s itching his nose

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."

it’s giving Backstreet Boys

He looks like he just got woken up from his nap

I was wondering if you could do a headcannon of being the only women in Mötley cruë and how the boys would act with you.

𝐌Ö𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐑Ü𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

warnings — none.

a/n — i love writing soft shit about the craziest bastards ever <3 anyways, just a reminder that i don’t write pregnancy content nor hardcore smut. if you guys want to see who i’m writing for, what i write about, etc. PLEASE check my pinned post which explains everything. 💋💋 lemme know what you wanna see me post.

+ starting with the obvious… FLIRTING WITH ALL YOUR FRIENDS, FLIRTING WITH YOUR MOM, FLIRTING WITH YOU (and your fucking grandma let’s bffr).

+ you def have to check who they’re hooking up with when they’re too high to make sure they don’t accidentally fuck a hooker and have to pay $400.

+ they didn’t respect you at first to be honest. not in a non-feminism way but in a ‘ooh you have boobs, me likey’ way.

+ but then you gain their respect prettyyyy quickly…

+ “y/n please flash us, it’ll be a good show if you do!!!” 🙏🙏

+ you’re pretty much one of the dudes by the end of the first show, being their mom on tour and making sure they don’t die

+ making a bet that you’ll hook up with one of them if they can just pick who. and after a day of thought, they all continuously argue about it. and tommy thinks he’ll win (he doesn’t).

+ having a little fling with a gnr member… resulting in vince threatening him anddd the rest of the guys beat him up if he even looks at you the wrong way.

+ they’re SO protective over you. even if they’re drunker than hell, they’ll snap out of immediately for you.

+ they def call you their crush in interviews.

+ very flirty with you (yes i had to mention this again, so you understand the severity).

+ overall just being best fucking friends.

i almost can see you slash's paradise city

All day, all night, every position, every location

YES LIKE WHY YOU HAVE TO BE NICE AND THEN SO MEAN W MY MOM CMON

i hate having a love-hate relationship with my dad like why are you transphobic yet have amazing music taste stop