Day 26: Overstimulation

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MY SHAYLA 😭😭

Kurt Cobain asleep after the underwater shoot of Nirvana for Nevermind. Kurt didn't feel well that day.

I hate i hate i HATE being a switch bc I could be domming and then they could say something remotely hot in a dominant tone and I'd stutter and get shy and fold SO FAST. ugh.

𝕊𝕌𝕄𝕄𝔸ℝ𝕐: 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

Your hands were shaking.

You could feel it creeping in—the tightness in your chest, the rapid heartbeat, the way your mind started spinning like a record stuck on the worst part of the song.

It wasn’t the first time, but that didn’t make it any easier.

You were sitting on Duff’s couch, knees pulled to your chest, trying to focus on anything other than the storm building inside you. But nothing was working.

And then you heard his voice.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You barely had time to look up before he was kneeling in front of you, brows furrowed, his hands reaching for yours. His touch was warm, grounding, but you still felt like you were slipping under.

“I—I can’t,” you choked out, barely able to get the words past the lump in your throat.

Duff’s grip tightened—not rough, just firm. Just enough to remind you that he was there.

“Yeah, you can,” he murmured. “Just breathe with me, okay?”

You shook your head, tears burning your eyes. “I—I don’t know how—”

“Look at me,” he said gently.

You did.

His blue eyes locked onto yours, steady, unshakable. He took a slow, deep breath, exaggerating the rise and fall of his chest. Then he did it again.

You tried to follow, but your breath hitched.

“That’s okay,” Duff said softly. “Try again. In through your nose… real slow.”

You mirrored him, inhaling shakily.

“There you go,” he murmured. “Now out through your mouth.”

It took a few tries, but eventually, your breathing started to even out. The tightness in your chest didn’t disappear completely, but it loosened just enough that you could think again.

Duff never let go of your hands. His thumbs traced slow, absentminded circles against your skin, his touch constant, reassuring.

“Fuck,” you whispered, voice hoarse. “I hate this.”

“I know, baby.” His voice was so soft—not pitying, just understanding. “But you’re okay. You’re safe.”

You exhaled shakily, nodding.

His fingers brushed over your cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “C’mere.”

Before you could even process it, he was pulling you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you. His chest was warm, solid, his heartbeat slow and steady against your ear.

You melted into him.

“You don’t have to do this alone, y’know,” he murmured against your hair.

A fresh wave of emotion crashed over you, but this time, it wasn’t fear. It was something deeper, something you weren’t sure you deserved.

“You’re too good to me,” you whispered.

Duff huffed a quiet laugh, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Nah. Just taking care of my girl.”

You tightened your grip around him, burying your face in his shoulder. “I like the sound of that.”

His lips curled into a smirk against your skin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

For the first time that night, you actually felt okay.

And as Duff held you close, his fingers tracing gentle patterns against your back, you realized something—

With him, you always would be.

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

Can you do a fem!reader x Izzy Stradlin where the reader gets Izzy to try a strap on. At first he acts like he doesn't like it but then he starts to really get into it. The reader goes a little rough by like pulling his hair or pushing his head into the pillow, making him look at her while he begs for her to go softer. With some use of a mommy kink too please!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

A/n: Became self aware while writing this, might die later, haven’t decided yet

Warnings: Smut, pegging, begging, mommy kink, face riding, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Izzy let out a heavy sigh and brought the bottle to his lips, taking a swig of Jack Daniels. “I’m not ready for this.” He mumbled.

You chuckled and shook your head, arms wrapped around the one he used to hold himself up on the bed. “You’ll be fine, you just need to relax.”

You were both naked in your bed, Izzy had agreed to letting you peg him but only if he was wasted. This was his second bottle and it was almost empty. “I can’t relax with that thing staring at me.” He said, nodding to the black dildo that stuck out of the blankets, base attached to your strap.

You waved him off. “You’ll be fine, just let mommy take care of you.” You teased, taking the bottle from him and setting it on the bedside table.

Izzy heaved a sigh again and moved to his hands and knees. “And if I say cinnamon?” He asked, looking back at you.

“I’ll stop, I promise.”

“Fucking better.” You rolled your eyes at his grumbling and squirt some lube onto two fingers, he’d already been prepped but you wanted to be safe. You smeared the cold substance over him, plunging your fingers into his hole and making him gasp.

You planted your hands on his hips and pushed into him, pulling his hips to yours and pausing, letting him adjust to the stretch before you started moving.

It wasn’t long before you started hearing him moan. He bit his lip to silence them but they kept coming. “See? It’s good, isn’t it?” You asked, rubbing up and down his sides in a soothing gesture as you rocked your hips into him.

"Shut up." He grunted, voice shaky as a moan tried to escape him. "Just go faster."

"Oh?" You mused. "Is that so? Poor puppy wants mommy to do faster, huh?" He huffed, shooting you a look. You snapped your hips into him and got to see his eyes flutter, the way they crossed ever so slightly. "Mommy's feeling nice, don't you worry, sweetheart."

Izzy's arms gave out when you sped up, forcing his face into the pillow below. It was enough for Izzy and he stopped manually muffling himself, unfortunately for him it wasn't a very thick pillow.

You heard every whine, every moan, all those little whimpers and begs for more, aching cock dribbling onto the towel you put underneath him before you even started. He thought it was stupid but you promised he'd be creaming by the time you were done with him. You loved keeping your promises.

"Oh-oh god, please, mommy, I-I can't- I can't take it anymore, please!" He cried, desperately trying sit himself up so he could look back at you. Deciding to help him you grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him back.

"Yeah? What is it, sweetheart? Mommy needs you to use your words, can you do that for her?" You asked, tone mocking while he sniffled and whimpered.

"I-I- oh god- ngh ah!" He cried. His perky cock rested against his abdomen, beating an angry red and leaking pre all the way down until it dripped off his balls. "Cum, can-can I cum? Please, mommy." Your brows raised at that. You called yourself mommy, Izzy had called you that on occasion but only as a joke, he was never begging you, all snot nosed and needy.

You let go of his hair and let him fall back onto the mattress. "Roll over." You ordered. "Mommy wants to see puppy's pretty face when he cums on her cock." You said, pulling out just so he could move onto his back, hands pre-emptively going to the pillow, stained with tears, under his head to have something to cling onto.

Your hands went to his thighs, you could see he was thinking the same as you. Time and time again you found yourself in this positions, hands on thighs and pillows, crying and begging for more. Usually it was the other way around, which made this weird, not weird, really, but... different.

You smiled down at him, leaning down to kiss him. "Mommy's gonna make her good boy cum, don't worry." You said, bringing a hand up to push his hair out of his face, a few strands still sticking to his forehead from sweat. "And then you'll make mommy cum, how about that?"

He nodded eagerly. "I-I promise, mommy." He mused, swallowing thickly, not from nervousness though.

You smiled down at him and sat up straighter. "Good boy, I'll hold you to that, you know." He didn't care, he was a cockdrunk slut, reaching for a high.

You rocked and rolled your hips, setting that same brutal pace as before, snapping your hips into his and hearing those sounds bounce off the walls and right back onto your ears, he didn't even try to hide them anymore, he wanted you to hear him, wanted you to hear how good you were making him feel.

Izzy reached for yours in a desperate moment, forcing your attention away from his puffy hole sucking you in to his wet cheeks and red eyes, pout tugging at his lips. "Mommy-mommy, please, lemme cum, m'so close, lemmy cum!" He pleaded, weakly tugging on your hand.

You chuckled softly and nodded. "Be a good boy and let it out, let it all out for mommy." You mused, letting go of his hand to stroke his dick, making him gasp loudly.

You watched his eyes roll back into his head and his back arch off the mattress. You heard him go silent and saw the spurts of cum shoot from his slit and onto his stomach and chest, shifting with every heave of breath he took in.

His jaw stayed dropped the whole time as he stared into oblivion, taking in the pleasure as it racked his body. He swallowed and brought his hazy eyes back to you once he came down from it, a tired smile spreading over his face. "Thank you, mommy."

You smiled back at him undid the strap wrapped tightly around you, doing your best to keep the dildo in him. "Don't thank me yet, sugar, you still need to fulfill your end of the bargain." His brows furrowed slightly but quickly widened when he realized what you meant as you moved up the bed, hovering over his face.

His whining and crying only spurred you on as you rode his face, his tongue buried deep in you, nose bumping your clit while you held onto the headboard for stability. Feeling that knot in your gut tightening, ready to snap, your moans got louder and you heard every whimper from Izzy, the sensations it sent through you were heavenly, with that toy still buried deep inside him every twitch was painful with pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, you're so good, such a good boy for mommy!" You moaned, head falling back as you felt the strings of the knot coming undone. Izzy's hands were on your thighs, squeezing them so tightly while you bounced on his face.

You called out for him as you came, hips not stopping and you sat your entire weight on him, suffocating him, not that he cared, neither did you, not in the slightest.

You moved off of him, breathing heavy. Izzy slowly sat up next to you, pulling the dildo out of him and tossing it on the floor. He curled up next to your side, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you tighter to him.

You chuckled and swatted at him. "Don't try and act all tough guy, you were the one begging mommy to let you cum." You teased, kissing his cheek.

Izzy snorted but had no reply. He was tired and nuzzled into you, kissing your cheek. You heard his breathing get softer and softer until he was asleep against you.

yeah born to ride

or whatever lana del rey said

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