Slash Looks So Good Here I Wish It Was Me Screaming At Him

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.

Day 26: Overstimulation

A/n: I am trying to finish all the days before November, they will come, I may not sleep but they will be finished

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

Kinktober

Duff loved taking his time with you, forcing multiple orgasms out of you before he came, often overstimulating the both of you.

He was laying between your legs on the bed, your thighs twitching and clamping down on his head. His long fingers were buried deep in you while his tongue swirled around your puffy, swollen clit.

He hummed against you, hips bucking into the sheets that soaked up his pre-cum. “Jus’one more.” He mumbled, words slurring and his eyes drooping.

Your hands clutched his hair, tugging on it. You couldn’t even think to listen to him, only focused on his tongue and fingers as he pulled another from you.

You felt it building, that familiar knot heating up until it snapped, though it felt different and when you looked down at Duff his face was scrunched, liquid dripping down his nose, cheeks and chin.

He wiped his face and licked your juices off of his hand.

He looked up at you, a new fire in his eyes as he sat up, cum dripping from his tip. He pulled you closer, sinking into you with ease and setting a harsh pace immediately, searching to see you squirting again, this time around his cock.

You could barely stay conscious, Duff on the other hand had lost control, mind going numb as he chased that feeling again. All you were was a mumbling mess under him, aching with pleasure.

Duff was sniffling in your ear, cock pulsing painfully in you. “Just-just do that, please… again, I wanna see it again…” He was by no means a small man, but he always seemed so small with you.

He was twitching in you, dragging against your gummy walls. He was so close, so close it hurt but he wouldn’t let himself go until you came again.

His hand went down to rub your clit, making you squirm and squeal until you were squirting on him again, drenching the sheets and his stomach while he coated your walls in a thick layer of his cum.

He was panting right in your ear, arms wrapping around you and pulling you tight to him while he slowly collapsed onto you, burying his face in your chest.

Pretty Boy

A/n: I wrote this fic based on the picture above because how could I not

Tw: Smut, I think that's it

Axl lay sagged down against the headboard, legs up on your hips as you pressed yourself between his legs kissing him deeply. You could feel his dick hard and twitching between the two of you, his pants and underwear had come off long ago and your jeans had joined them not long after. You however kept your underwear on, you just wanted to tease him.

"my pretty boy" you whisper against his lips as you feel him try to grind up against you, you had been teasing and edging him for days. You had all but broken him, he'd do anything to please you now. "So needy for me aren't you?"

"please baby" He practically whines, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, grinding up onto you. He was so pretty like this, all needy and pliant for you.

"hmm, okay" Finally after what felt like forever to him you brought your hand down to his leaky dick, rubbing the palm of your hand on the head to hear him whine and to gather pre-cum. You slide your hand down him, stroking slowly. "That feel good?"

He whined quietly against you burying his head in your shoulder. The feeling of your soft hand on his dick felt heavenly. "So good baby, don't stop" He pressed light kisses to your neck, thanking you.

You sped up your hand, twisting a bit at the top. He was moaning softly and the look on his face was gorgeous. After teasing him for so long even just this felt amazing, he threw his head back as he whined. "You're so pretty, doing so good for me Axl"

"m'gonna cum, please. Can I?" He was begging so nicely and it was always hard to say no to him, especially when he looked so pretty.

"go on baby, it's okay. Let go for me" You knew exactly the speed he liked best. You pulled back a bit to spit on his cock for more lube. The action made him twitch in your grip. You leaned in to kiss him, swallowing the moans flowing from his mouth.

"So close" He whined against your lips bucking you in your grip before stilling and dropping his head down to your shoulder once more and letting out small whine as he spilled over your hand.

You worked over him through his orgasm, letting him ride it out till he pushed your hand away. "You did so good for me pretty boy" you say kissing him all over his face as you reach for the cloth you put on the bedside table before so you could clean up.

Once the two of you were cleaned up you laid down beside him curling into his side. "What about you love? You didn't-"

You cut him off with a kiss before speaking. "Later, it's so late and I'm tired" you pulled the blanket over the both of you and then curled back into his side with a smile.

"fine... That was great" Soon enough the both of you fell asleep curled against each other.

okay I decided I'm going to reblog all my fav fics, wait to have the best dirty recommendations of your life 😉

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.”

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I have this really fun fun fun fun very fun idea for YOU

Hear me OUTTTTT Izzy Stradlin goes to a little club with the bros and BOOM he sees reader or whatever and then they get freaky THEN they get caught or something 👅👅 idk bromeo

A/n: for his birthday a little short a little whiny 😔

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

Guns was broke, all of them skinny and high and broke, starving, but it was Izzy’s birthday and they’d be damned if they didn’t do something to celebrate.

The Cathouse was their favourite place, big parties, fun crowds, cheap booze -especially when you had the women paying for you.

They arrived, L.A. Guns were playing. While not being a big band yet, GNR were well known on the Strip, quickly having girls come up to them, playing around, grinding, and buying drinks. Once they were told it was Izzy’s birthday they were ready to do anything for him. Then there you were.

You were actually a friend of Kelly Nickels, the bassist for L.A. Guns, and were there for him, but you’d had a rough day and were just sitting by the bar. Izzy’s eyes sparkled when he saw you, as Slash teased him when he caught the other guitarist ogling you. Izzy waved him off and went to see what you were doing.

He took the free seat next to you and ordered a drink. You eyed him curiously, out of all the seats he sat next to you. You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your drink. “So, what’re you doing?” He asked, shamelessly looking over you. You didn’t respond, hoping he’d leave if you didn’t engage. The bartender came back and waited for money, but Izzy didn’t have any so he looked to you.

You shot him a look like he was crazy. “I’m not paying for your sorry ass.” You stated. Another girl came along and paid for Izzy’s drink, telling the bartender to put him on her tab. She gave Izzy a kiss but he tried to ignore it. She ran off somewhere else, leaving you with Izzy.

“Not even a hi? Hello, how are you?” He asked, leaning into you slightly. You shook your head. “Come on, anything?”

“I have been wanting to hit something all day and if you get any closer it’s going to be you.” You bit, practically nipping at the air to get him away from you.

Izzy chewed his cheek a moment and leaned back in his seat, gaze still wandering over you. “I’ve been wanting to hit something too, you know… mines a little healthier.” You shot him a look again, but it made you pause for a second. He wasn’t wrong, it was healthier with even better side effects. You turned your attention to the band, catching Kelly watching you, making sure you were ok. You downed the rest of your drink and made your way out of the club.

Izzy followed you, hoping he knew what you were thinking. You led him around the club and to the back alley. His hands went to your hips, guiding you back against the brick wall. “This is disgusting.” You mumbled, arms going around his neck. Izzy shrugged and leaned down to kiss you, it was sloppy and messy, but he was a passionate man. On a bad day this was working for you.

You knew rocker types, you were friends with many, you knew all he was looking for was a good lay and then he’d be off somewhere else fucking someone else, but it didn’t matter right now. Your hands fell, working on your pants and pushing them down. “What, no blowie?” Izzy asked against your lips. “It’s my birthday.”

“I’m not getting on my knees out here.” You said simply, dropping your panties. Izzy’s eyes widened at the slight look of your cunt. “Just fuck me, would you?” You asked, turning your back to him and planting your hands on the wall.

Izzy couldn’t exactly deny your request. He undid his jeans and pushed them down, just enough for him to pull his cock out. You glanced over your shoulder, scoffing at the sight. “You’re not even fucking hard yet?” You grumbled, watching as he stroked himself.

“I’m not a fucking faucet, can’t just turn me on whenever you want.” He grumbled. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t have time for this.” You muttered, turning back around to face him. You tugged on his shirt. “Why don’t you get on your knees, you can get off from down there.” You tugged on his shirt again and he went down, taking a quick look around to make sure no one was seeing. “Fucking loser.” You mumbled, threading your fingers through his hair and tilting his head back.

His hand moved faster on his dick, he leaned into you and lapped at your wet folds, sucking on your clit as you stood over him. He was good with his tongue but he looked so needy and desperate on his knees for you, aching cock pulsing in his hand.

“Look at you, birthday boy getting himself off.” You mused, a soft moan leaving you as he pushed his tongue into you. “Fuck, such a good boy.” He moaned into your cunt, hand moving faster. “Make me cum first, then I’ll help you, alright?” Your breathing was heavy already, Izzy had no qualms with making you cum first, even though it was his birthday.

He stopped touching himself, focusing on you. His tongue swirled around your clit, licking and flicking it to hear you moan but you stayed quiet, knowing you were in public. The hand he’d been using on himself went between your legs and he slid two skilled fingers into you, pumping them in and out of your dripping cunt, curling them and finding your sweet spot.

You bit your lip, muffling your noises. “Fuck, right there~” You moaned, tugging on his hair. He whined against you, working faster. “Oh! Fuck, ah…” That knot in your gut was tightening, hips bucking against his face.

You brought a hand to your mouth and bit the meaty part of your thumb, muffling your moans as you came, clit pulsing against his tongue, cunt clenching around his slender fingers.

Izzy let you ride out your high before pulling away, looking up at you desperately. “You’re gonna help me now?” He asked, pleading in his eyes.

You chewed your cheek, debating it for a moment. You pushed your foot between his legs, pushing the toe of your shoes into his balls. He whined but you didn’t care. “Go on then.” You said with a smile, watching as the dots connected for him.

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

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

once again, take this skull out of my way.

I’ve just squirted everywhere