Besties Loo

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 love illegal movie websites

“you’re gonna get a virus on your phone”

i love illegal movie websites

One Plane Ride Later (Duff McKagan x Reader)

Pairing: modern!Duff x reader

Words: 1546

Request: @anygnr​ : “Hi i love your writing and I would like to ask for one with Duff McKagan at the current age, anything you want, sorry for the bad english❤”

Summary: Sitting next to Duff on a plane by chance and talking music :) Thanks for the request and patience, love!

Taglist: @ubernoxa​ @the–blackdahlia​ @reigns420​ @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker​ @rumoured-whispers​ @born-to-lose​ @lost-in-the-80s​ @teasid​ @petals-and-bullets​ @ginny-rose-sixx

This was the second time you had subtly done your best to readjust in your seat without bothering the man next to you. Of course, that proved to be extremely difficult on an airplane.

You made the mistake of glancing over at him to check and make sure he didn’t have an expression of annoyance on his face—that was the last thing you wanted from this man. Your heart jolted; he was already looking right at you.

Oh god! You thought, giving a sheepish smile as you quickly averted your eyes. You felt yourself begin to sweat despite the personal air conditioning blowing onto your face from above.

“Everything alright?” Now, the man was speaking. His voice sounded exactly the same as the million times you had heard it before, only this time it wasn’t on some interview clip or a song. No, he was speaking to you.

“Huh—oh, yeah!” You replied quickly. His eyes lingered on you, polite and open to conversation and you felt the need to explain yourself. “I, uh, just can’t find my headphones. For the flight.”

“Oh. Bummer.” He replied, before he glanced down at his lap. “Well, hey, we can both share mine.”

Continuar lendo

Pretty titty

A/n: I saw a video of Slash’s titties bouncing and I died so have this, support men with titties bc they’re hot ☺️

Warnings: smut, man titties, belly riding?, idk I’m tired if you think I missed something let me know otherwise enjoy!

Slash had been away on your and you were lonely but he was finally coming home! You couldn’t keep him off of your mind so you did what you always would do and started watching clips of him from the tour.

One video in particular caught your attention.

It wasn’t anything too big, he was just running across the stage. However, he didn’t have a shirt on and you couldn’t tear your gaze away from his titties as they bounced. Mesmerizing.

He got home and you welcomed him as you always did, ignoring the growing wetness between your legs until it was finally time to crawl into bed.

Slash was not one for pyjamas and he’d been sleeping in his day clothes for the past few weeks so obviously he stripped the first chance he got, splaying out over the bed with a groan.

You crawled onto the bed with him, sitting up beside him and rubbing your hand over his chest. “Body hurting?” You asked in a soft, caring voice. Slash nodded, keeping his eyes closed as he did.

Effervescent. From his pretty chest to the fluff under his arms, you were drooling.

“Go on,” Slash said, still not looking at you, “do whatever, I know you’ve been waiting.” You smiled and crawled over him, setting yourself down on his stomach. You’d decided to match Slash and we’re naked on top of him.

You wiggled your hips, gasping softly at the feeling. Finally Slash opened his eyes. “What’re you doing?” You stared down at his chest, taking his tits in your hands.

“You said, and I quote, ‘do whatever’,” you gave his chest a small squeeze, “I’m just following orders.” Slash groaned and closed his eyes again.

“Alright, horny… whore…” He mumbled. You giggled and kept grinding yourself on his stomach. Slash chuckled occasionally, he’d never had someone do this to him before. Plus it was usually him groping other peoples tits, he’d never been on the receiving end. He didn’t hate it, but it might have just been that he loves you.

Also he got to watch your own tits bounce. He could hear your moans, how good he made you feel and he didn’t even have to do anything.

“Fah-fuck, you’re so fucking pretty.” You whined, speeding up your movements. Your hands roamed his body, groping, teasing every inch of him. You leaned down and started kissing on his chest, sucking on his nipples. God, you were close.

Your mind wandered and you ended up biting him, causing him to slap your ass. “The fucks wrong with you?” You couldn’t respond, your body was shaking from the waves pleasure rocking through you. Your eyes rolled back and your body twitching as you came.

Slash waited until you rolled off of him, though he hadn’t expected you to shove your nose in his armpit, poking your tongue out for some kitten licks. “Didn’t know you were so fucking weird.” He mumbled, shifting his arm to give you better access to him. “Maybe I’m weird if I think you look hot doing it.”

hii

could u do something where james hetfield accidentally makes the reader squirt

thanks and LOVE ur writing

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

James was between your legs, fingers buried deep inside you and tongue lapping up your juices.

James knew you'd been having a tough time with work and he wanted to treat you right once you got home, he'd spent time making a nice dinner and setting up snacks for a movie night, the cherry on top was when he got on his knees.

You'd only been dating a few months and got worried he was rushing, but then he tugged on your pants. It definitely helped you relax, it always did.

His fingers curled and dragged and hit everywhere you needed him, lips suction around your clit, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub.

Your hands buried in his hair, tugging on the thick blond strands, pulling him impossibly closer, your hips bucking and grinding against his face, seeking any and all friction you could get.

You couldn't get enough of him, and you were both perfectly fine with that.

Your thighs kept clamping around his head, he never told you to stop but you couldn't picture that being comfortable, no matter how many times he'd tell you he could die happily that way.

James pulled away, just enough to talk to you, his hot breath fanning over your cunt while his fingers kept moving and curling inside you. "Fuck, you're so good... Such a good girl for me, sweet thing... Just keep making those sounds." He purred, kissing your inner thigh.

You could feel a knot growing inside you just as it always did, only it felt... different. A good different, an amazing different.

"Jamie-! Jamie, feels-feels weird." You moaned out, head rolled back against the couch. James didn't pay attention that comment, not when you were barely keeping yourself from closing your thighs around his head.

You couldn't hold back much longer, moans and cries getting louder and higher until all of it came to a crash. Your thighs locked around James's head, grip in his hair nearly pulling it out as you came hard around his fingers, a gush leaving you and spraying him in the face.

He couldn't even move and just accepting you were waterboarding him.

After a moment when you'd finally calmed down he pushed your legs off his shoulder and sat back, staring up at you in awe, gaze only flickering down to see your pretty, glistening cunt.

"What was that..?" He asked hesitantly.

Your chest rose and fell deeply, your head still rolling back. You smiled weakly at him. "Do it again." You said in almost a pleading tone. He couldn't say no to that, not when his shirt was drenched and his jeans were ruined, though that part wasn't technically your fault.

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.

all big points honey, gonna show it to my grandma thanks 😚😚

i have baby fever so bad WHAT DO YOU MEAN IM ONLY 14 I WANT A BABY RIGHT NOW 😭😭😭

MY SHAYLA 😭😭

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

I love love love the LSD story you did with axl and Izzy! Can you make more stories like that or maybe even another part to that one?

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The motel room is a shrine to bad decisions. Burnt orange wallpaper, an old Zenith TV coughing static, and a carpet that’s seen more crimes than it should have. Duff’s sprawled across the bed, long legs stretched out, flicking a Zippo open and closed. Slash is on the floor, back against the nightstand, hat tipped low, absently rolling a joint between his fingers like it’s second nature.

Then there’s you.

The acid slides into your bloodstream like a warm hand on your back, pushing you forward, forward, forward. The edges of the room melt, colors start humming. Duff’s denim jacket is speaking to you. Slash’s curls are moving like they have their own heartbeat.

“You feelin’ it yet?” Duff grins, kicking his boots off. His voice sounds like it’s coming from the other end of a long tunnel.

You nod, too slow, watching your own hand like you just discovered fingers. “It’s like… everything is everything, you know?”

Slash chuckles, lighting the joint. “Deep.” He takes a hit, passes it to Duff. “Next, you’re gonna tell me time is a lie.”

You blink. Wait. Is it?

Your mind jumps tracks. The TV static is talking to you, whispering in a language only you understand. You stand up too fast, the floor a trampoline, and suddenly the motel room isn’t a room—it’s a portal, a living thing, breathing.

“Whoa, hey—” Duff’s on his feet, hands up like he’s trying to calm a spooked horse. “You good?”

But you’re not good. The world is sliding sideways. The neon sign outside bleeds through the blinds, pulsing like a heartbeat, and you swear you can hear it thinking. The cigarette smoke curling from Slash’s lips looks like a goddamn spirit, swirling, whispering.

“I… I think—” Your throat locks up. Your skin feels wrong. Too tight. Too small.

Duff moves fast, grabs your arms before your legs forget how to hold you up. “Alright, alright. We’re gonna sit you down before you take a fuckin’ swan dive into the TV, okay?”

You’re breathing too fast. The air feels thick, like trying to inhale syrup.

Slash flicks his joint into the ashtray, eyes sharper now. “She’s spiraling.” He looks at Duff. “Get her some water. I’ll keep her grounded.”

You try to pull away. “No, no, no—water is poison, man, I see it, I see the molecules, they’re wrong, they’re all wrong—”

“Jesus Christ,” Duff mutters but heads for the sink, rattling through motel cups.

Slash leans in, voice low and steady. “Okay, look at me.” His eyes lock onto yours, dark, unwavering. “You’re okay. You just took a little too much, that’s all. It’s just chemicals in your brain, playing tricks. But you’re here. You’re safe.”

Safe. That word feels foreign, like it doesn’t belong to you.

“You’re real,” you murmur, reaching out. Your fingers graze the leather of his jacket, grounding yourself in something solid.

“Real as a motherfucker,” Slash says, a smirk tugging at his lips. “So’s Duff. So’s this room. You’re not falling apart, you just think you are.”

Duff shoves a cup into your hands. “Drink.”

You hesitate, staring at the water like it’s some alien substance. But Duff’s got that big-brother look, the one that says, Don’t argue, just do it. You sip, and it’s colder than you expected, running down your throat like a thread pulling you back to reality.

Slash exhales, watching you. “Better?”

You nod, slow. The walls aren’t breathing as much. The colors don’t seem so loud.

Duff ruffles your hair like you’re a little kid. “Atta girl.”

Slash leans back, lighting another cigarette. “You scared the shit out of us.”

You breathe, really breathe this time, and let out a shaky laugh. “Sorry.”

Duff grins, sprawling back on the bed. “Just don’t go full Fear and Loathing on us next time, alright?”

Slash smirks, blowing out smoke. “Yeah. Or at least give us a head start before you start talking to the TV.”

And just like that, the night rolls on. The trip settles, the laughter comes easy, and the room—this grimy, cigarette-stained, neon-lit box—feels a little more like home.

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