Modern Au Slash

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

could you write a smut about kill em all Era James and a insecure about weight reader? Where the reader is insecure at one of their concerts and james cheers her up with rough sex. And some good old fashioned after care.

Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving), angst, body image issues, strength kink, slight choking kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

James loved your body, and he told you just as much, but he never told you just how much he loved your body.

You were always sensitive with your weight, since you were young people have always commented on your body and you can't remember the last time you looked in the mirror and liked what you saw.

When you and James started dating you did everything you could to make him happy, hoping it would make him want to stay with you so you'd never lose him.

Honestly, it led to fights in the past where he'd be yelling about how much he loved you, usually those fights ended with laughing because of the absurdity of it.

Still, you were self-conscious and did what you could to hide your pudge. James was so fucking tired of it and it all came to a halt when he caught you backstage after one of his concerts looking at yourself in the mirror.

You hadn't noticed him but he saw you, a lot of you, the way you pulled and tugged at your shirt to cover yourself and that frown that only worsened when you turned to the side and could still see your stomach.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You jumped, both because of his sharp tone and because you hadn't realized he was there.

"Jesus, I didn't realize you were here." You said, a smile on your face as you crossed the room to him.

James shook his head. "Nuh-uh, what were you doing?" He demanded, glaring at you. "Judging yourself again? Hating yourself? What?" Your mouth opened and closed a few times, unsure of what to say. "Strip."

"What..?" You asked, voice soft and timid.

"Strip. Now." He repeated, guiding you to the couch on his dressing room.

You quickly took your clothes off just as he asked, holding your arms over your stomach in an attempt to subtly hide your gut. James's hands moved up and down your sides, squishing you everywhere.

"I love you, you know that?" He said, admiring your body.

"You'd love me more if I went to the gym." You muttered, turning your head to the side. You'd honestly been waiting for James to just up and leave, you didn't want him to but you expected it.

"Do you understand how much I want to slap you when you say shit like that?" You turned your head back to him, brows furrowed in confusion. "I love you. I love your body. What isn't clicking?"

You couldn't think of anything to say to that.

James scoffed and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder with ease. You yelped. "Do you see this?" He asked. "I could do this with someone lighter, sure, but I don't feel strong when I do what anyone can do." He set you back down, his hands resting on your hips. "I love you, I love your body, and you make me feel strong which is the biggest turn on, you know that?" You sucked your bottom lip nervously and James rolled his eyes at you.

He pushed you back onto the couch and kneeled between your legs, spreading your thighs and licking between your wet folds. He pulled away, kissing your thighs before looking up at you. "When you cum, you lock your thighs around my head and I fucking love it, understand?" You nodded and he went back to eating you like a man starved.

That familiar ball coiled in your gut as his tongue worked in and out of you, lips around your clit and sucking until your eyes rolled back and you came on him, your thighs clamping down on him just as he said they would.

As you slowly came down from the high you realized he really couldn't move when your legs were around him, so you let him go.

He stood up, towering over you, and climbed onto the couch with you, lifting you onto his lap. "I love that, too." He said in a deep growl before kissing you, heated and passionate lips fighting for dominance which you gave into almost immediately.

He pulled back and you chased after his lips. "Only you can make me feel this way, am I understood?" You hesitated before nodded. His hand came up and wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently. "I'll make you understand."

insane face card do I wanna be with him or be him

photo creds to berrrrrack on Pinterest

slash looks so good here I wish it was me screaming at him

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.

Day 8: Masturbation

Warnings: Smut, masturbation (m + f), fingering (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

After trying so hard with the relationship you finally gave up, ending it with him, you just couldn't take the arguing and the distance and the this and the that, it was just all too much for you and you couldn't do it anymore.

Axl still loved you, anyone he loved, he loved hard and he couldn't let it go, so he let you stay with him. He'd leave money around for you to find, hoping you'd just take it and not question him on it or something, he'd bring you gifts by just leaving them on your pillow or somewhere else in your room for you to find.

He'd never give you anything himself, both because he didn't want to come off as needy or clingy but also because he couldn't risk you rejecting it.

Axl loved you, and while he loved giving you gifts he just needed you sometimes. Bad.

It was late, you were at work and Axl was alone in bed, alone... His mind was wandering and soon so was his hand.

He reached for his nightstand, pulling out the drawer and taking the lotion and pictures of you he save out. He pumped some of the lotion onto his hand, his boxers long tossed aside, and started stroking his half hard cock.

With his other hand he looked through the pictures of you he'd kept, most weren't sexual, there was the odd one or two, most were just pictures of you he had.

He didn't want to get over you, you were so pretty, your personality was everything he could want and more and he just had to go and fuck it up.

His hand moved faster as he stared at that picture of you standing in front of the Eiffel tower. You wore a flowy dress with a slit in the leg, puffy sleeves and a sunhat, large glasses and that smile he couldn't get enough of.

You didn't want to take the picture, Paris was so over romanticized and people were staring, mostly at Axl, but he thought you looked so perfect, he needed to capture the moment and the wind added to the moment in the best way.

"Axl..?" You muttered from the door, yanking Axl from his thoughts just as he was about to cum, his body hot, chest heaving and his head rolled back.

His eyes widened as he saw you standing in the doorway of his room, eyes filled with tears as you stared at him in his hand.

You quickly made your way across the room and over his lap, not before getting out of your work pants and underwear, lips crashing down on his.

Axl's arms wrapped around you, holding you close and kissing you deeply. Despite everything in his being telling him to keep going he had to pull away, make sure you were ok. "What-what happened..?" He asked through laboured breaths.

"I-I just had... a really, really bad day... do this for me." Your hand went down to your already wet cunt, rubbing your clit in loose circles.

You tried to lean back into the kiss but Axl held you back. "I wanna watch." That sentence alone got you hotter than any of the other assholes you'd seen had managed to make you.

Axl's hand went back to himself, watching your hips twitch and buck into your hand, slim fingers working fast as your eyes flickered over him, his chest rising and falling, dark eyes staring intently. He couldn't get enough of you like this.

"Slow down." He purred, holding off on his own high. "You and I both know you don't like that." You slowed your movements, moaning out at the sensations it creating deep within you.

Why did he have to know you so well?

He kept giving you instructions, it was all laced in love but edged with degrading terms and a tone of mockery. "This is your own fucking body, why are you so shit at doing this?" He grumbled.

You huffed, tears rolling down your eyes. All you wanted was him at this point, your hand was never gonna be enough, not when he was right here with you. "Then you do it!" You whined, moving off his lap and folding your arms over your chest, sniffling softly.

Axl stared at you a moment, hand stopping on his length.

He snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his side, hand going down to rub your clit. He leaned down to you, lips caressing the shell of your ear. "Just relax, let me do it."

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. 

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Appreciation for baby Kirk trying to be all tough and sexy......😉😉🔥🔥He nailed one of them....🤭🤭

yeah born to ride

or whatever lana del rey said