Wow.

stop this is acc so cute 💚

It's been hell of a time i hope you guys wrote new smuts about my boiiss i need em🥵

Subby Axl please!! I'm begging!! After watching the if I don't have you music video and seeing some of the pics I'm convinced he's a sub!!

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i could totally see that too lol.

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

you step into the dimly lit room, the sound of a guitar solo still echoing in your ears. you've just finished a show, and you're looking for a way to unwind. that's when you see him - axl rose, the infamous lead singer of guns n' roses, standing in the corner of the room, his eyes fixed on you.

as you approach him, you can sense a nervous energy emanating from his body. he's fidgeting with his hands, his eyes darting back and forth between yours. you can tell he's trying to appear confident, but there's a hint of submission in his demeanor.

you reach out and gently brush a strand of hair out of his face, and he leans into your touch. his eyes lock onto yours, and you can see the desire burning within them. you take a step closer, your body inches from his, and he swallows hard.

"tell me what you want," you whisper, your voice low and husky.

axl's voice trembles as he speaks, "i want you to take control."

you smile, a sly grin spreading across your face. you take his hand and lead him to the bed, pushing him gently onto the soft sheets. he looks up at you, his eyes pleading for you to take charge.

you begin to undress him, slowly peeling away the layers of clothing that separate you from his skin. his body is tense, anticipation building with each passing moment. you run your hands over his chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your touch.

as you continue to explore his body, axl's submission becomes more pronounced. he's completely at your mercy, his eyes never leaving yours as you tease and tantalize him. you can sense his desire to be controlled, to be told what to do, and you're more than happy to oblige.

you take his wrists and pin them above his head, holding him in place as you ravage his mouth with kisses. he moans, his body arching beneath yours, as you claim him as your own.

your hands wander over his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, and exploring the curves of his skin. you find the buckle of his pants and slowly undo it, the sound of the zipper echoing through the room. axl's eyes flash with excitement as you free him from his confines.

you take him in your hand, feeling the warmth of his skin, and the pulse of his desire. you begin to stroke him, slowly at first, but increasing in intensity as his moans grow louder. axl's body is tense, his muscles straining beneath your touch, as you push him closer to the edge.

suddenly, you stop, leaving him gasping for breath. you look into his eyes, and see the desperation there, the need for release. you smile, and lean down, your lips brushing against his ear.

"not yet," you whisper, your voice sending shivers down his spine. "you're not ready yet."

axl whimpers, his body trembling with anticipation. you take him in your hand again, and begin to stroke him, this time with a gentle touch. you tease him, bringing him to the edge, and then pulling back, leaving him gasping for breath.

the game continues, with you pushing axl to his limits, and him responding eagerly to every command. you explore every inch of his body, finding new ways to pleasure him, and new ways to tease him.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, you decide to give him what he's been craving. you take him in your hand, and begin to stroke him with a fierce intensity. axl's body arches beneath yours, his muscles straining, as he reaches the peak of his desire.

he cums, his body shuddering with pleasure, as you hold him in place. you look into his eyes, and see the satisfaction there, the knowledge that he's been truly dominated.

as the last shudders of his orgasm fade away, you lean down, and whisper in his ear, "you're mine now. you'll do as i say, whenever i say it."

axl nods, his voice barely above a whisper, "yes, i'm yours."

As a writer, the only exercise I will wholeheartedly recommend is to write fanfiction. I refuse to recommend writing a short story, writing a paragraph, writing this or that, doing this in x amount of time, doing that in an hour, etc. etc. No. Write fanfiction. You can do quite literally anything and try everything with it. You're able to use a world and characters you're already familiar with while also writing somebody completely new and unfamiliar. You can use familiar characters but put them in an unfamiliar world. You can completely change up how the characters think and their personalities. You can use whatever writing style and try out any writing style. There's a limitless amount of possibilities for the creative mind.

Horny Jail

Meet your new inmate

Importance of writing the self-indulgent story that you do want to write in exactly the way you want to write it

You won't find anything weird about being your own story's biggest fan. You wrote it in a way that's exactly what you envision the characters being. So you'll click on that thing without reservation or shame, enjoy the hell out of it and pat yourself on the back each time.

Your own story will be your absolute favorite in the world because it'll be perfect for YOU.

Why wait impatiently and frustratedly for a different author to write your fantasy for you? And no DON'T you dare say it's because that other writer is better than you.

No writer is perfect. We can all learn, improve and get better. If you have an idea in your mind, go learn how to bring it to life. Ask other authors, read other books/fanfics, watch videos on writing tips etc.

But stay away from AI. That shit is unforgivable.

Loving one's own work as a writer is tough but once you do get there, I believe that's the true meaning of self love for a writer.

Wish I could fall asleep with his dick in my mouth😮‍💨

I love taking my readers on a journey.

Where are we going? I dunno. How fast am I driving? Don't worry about it. Unlock the door? Just put your seatbelt on you'll be fine.

Phone call

Duff Mckagan x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 475

Requested by @beebemarie : I really loved Phone Call w/ Slash...any chance you'd want to do something similar with Duff?

Warnings: Smut. Minors Dni.

- Hey babe!

- Hi darling... Aren't you in the tour bus?

You tried to disguise your breathy voice while talking to Duff on the phone but you couldn't hide it as well as you had planned.

- Yeah! but I missed you, what are ya doing?

You bit your lip hard before answering him. Why did his voice have to be so fucking hot?

- I missed you too Duffy... a lot...

You closed your eyes tightly when you realized that you weren't even trying to hide what you were doing to him anymore, but on the contrary, you wanted him to know. Duff was silent probably waiting for you to answer his question.

- I wouldn't have to tell you if you were here.

You ventured to say, slipping two fingers inside your soaking pussy as you got more and more turned on just by hearing his breath through the call.

- You know I need to do this, I'll be back next week. - he said, his voice a little firmer than usual, as if he was serious.

- I can't stand it that long... - you let out an uncontrollable moan before finishing the sentence. - Without you...

The call was silent for a few seconds, you thought maybe this wasn't a good idea since the rest of the entire band was on the tour bus with him.

- Are you touching yourself? - His voice was low, soft, almost like an affirmation, he let out a sigh right after his question.

- Do you want me to?

You desperately rubbed your clit while fingering your own pussy, but you stopped before you came, just to hear what Duff would say to you.

- Oh fuck. — was all he said, and then he said a hurried "wait". You heard the sound of a door closing. The bus toilet.

- Tell me what you're thinking. - Duff said, his breathing heavy.

An automatic smile played on your lips, your pussy juice running down your thighs and wetting the sheets. Fuck.

- I'm thinking about my favorite blond boy, and how much I miss his big cock inside me.

A low moan escaped Duff's lips and you had to control yourself not to come right there.

- I shouldn't be doing this. — he said.

- How hard are you? - you asked, teasing your sensitive pussy and circling your entrance before fingering yourself again.

Duff sighed.

- I'm hard as fuck.

You smiled at his answer, finally allowing yourself to slide two fingers inside your soaking pussy.

- It's getting in so easy, I'm so wet Duffy

You were fully aware of the situation Duff was in, but the thought of him secretly cumming because of you made your toes curl up and a shock ripple through every inch of your body.

You knew Duff came seconds after you did when his low dirty talk turned into nothing but swearing and babbling.

- Shit. - he said.