Where Are My New Kurt Cobain Imagines Guys? 😭😭😭

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.

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.

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.

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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.

Some duff fluff where reader gets her period while she was sleeping and accidentally gets blood on the sheets so she feels bad and he comforts her

A/n: A good chunk of the fluff that I write is about periods and I think that says a lot

Warnings: Nothing, just fluff on your period

Masterlist

Duff combed his fingers through your hair, a warm smile on his face as he watched you sleep.

Your nose scrunched as you began to stir, eyes fluttering open but sleep clung to your eyelids, weighing them down. Duff kissed the tip of your nose, then your forehead before he spoke. "Good morning, love." His voice was quiet and a little raspy from having woken up not long ago.

"Morning, Duffy." You mumbled, curling up and nuzzling your face into his chest. The movement was enough for you to feel a wetness between your legs.

Thinking you were just horny a grin spread across your face. You pushed Duff onto his back and straddled his lap, lips already going for his neck before you caught a glimpse of the crime scene on the sheets right where you'd been sleeping.

Your eyes widened, mortified at what you'd done. You quickly pulled the sheets up, trying to be discreet about it, and hauled ass to the bathroom with nothing more than a panicked "Excuse me."

Your shorts were ruined, there was no way to hide it. You sat on the toilet, holding your head in your hands as you tried to come up with something.

Finally, you reached for the toilet paper, it was your only hope.

"Hey, are you ok?" Duff's voice came from the other side of the door with a quick knock. "There's stuff under the sink." You paused for a moment before darting to the cabinets and finding a box of the same brand and same size pads/tampons that you use, along with a few other things. "Open the door, I've got something for you to change into." You chewed your cheek, hesitating to open the door.

You wanted to get out of your bloodstained shorts, a new pair of underwear wouldn't hurt either, but the thought of opening the door and looking him in the eye after that...

You took a deep breath and turned the doorknob, still on your knees from digging through the cabinet.

Duff's head slowly fell as he tried to find you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth when he saw you. "You didn't do anything wrong, you know." He said, handing you a pile of clothes, some new underwear and sweats along with one of his shirts.

"Your sheets are ruined." You mumbled taking the clothes from him.

"They came with the apartment." He said. "You didn't ruin anything." He leaned down and gave your forehead a quick kiss before closing the door.

You changed, using the products he had on hand, gave yourself a quick pep talk in the mirror before heading out to face the issue at hand.

You swung the door open to see... nothing. Well, not nothing, just no mess. Duff was pulling the sheets into themselves, making a bundle to throw out.

He set the pile on the floor by the door before coming over to you and wrapping his long arms around you, pulling you tight to him. "Get yourself set up on the couch, I'll go throw these out and then we can watch movies or something." He said, peppering your face in kisses.

Duff left with the pile of sheets, you heard the front door close a moment later with pulled you from your trance. You shook your head, taking a last glance at the clothes on the floor of the bathroom. You weren't sure what to do with them, but he told you to go to the couch so you did.

You wrapped yourself up in a blanket, curling up in the corner of the couch until Duff came back. He pushed your hair back and kissed your forehead, taking a seat beside you and wrapping his arm around you so he could pull you to his side.

"I need things." You mumbled. "I have them at my place, I can just go back-"

"What things?" He asked, cutting you off. "Heat pack? Ice cream? Your boyfriend?" He teased, kissing your cheek.

You chuckled softly and nodded. "A heat pack sounds nice." Without a second thought Duff got off the couch and went to the kitchen, pulling a grainy pillow from the fridge and putting it in the microwave for a few minutes before returning and handing it to you.

"I checked the date about a week ago and figured you'd be getting your period soon so I got prepared just in case." He explained, adjusting the blanket so he could get under with you.

You nodded at his explanation. "So, you track when I bleed and you know exactly what I use when I bleed."

Duff thought for a moment, staring at the TV across the room. "Wow... that makes me sound like a perv, doesn't it?" You laughed with him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I-I just wanted to, like, make you comfortable, or something." He said, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

You shook your head and stretched your neck to kiss his jaw. "No, it was sweet, thank you for this."

"Really?" He asked, hand falling from your shoulder to the heat pack tucked into the waistband of your sweats.

"Yes, really, it was nice." You assured. You exhaled softly. "Duffy?"

"What is it?"

"Do you have any Advil?" He kissed the top of your head and hurried off to the bathroom.

Modern Au Slash

A/n: There's a video of Slash talking about how he locked himself in his office to play guitar hero for, like, three days straight so imagine if he was a kid growing up with Minecraft.

Warnings: Slash names a cat hambone

You came into Slash's room, his mom, Ola, had given him the basement since it was big enough to fit all his little fixations and also muffled him and his guitar.

The walls were lined with terrariums and plastered with posters, ranging from bands in the 90's all the way back to the 60's.

Slash was sat in the corner at his computer playing Minecraft while a Led Zeppelin played from his vintage record player.

You came up behind him, wrapping your arms around him and resting on your chin on the top of his head. "What're you building?" You asked, watching as he placed a few blocks.

"A house." You smiled at his blunt response. You'd been dating him a few months and come to realize that he wasn't cold, he didn't speak like that because he didn't care, his attention was just directed elsewhere. Didn't mean he wanted you gone.

"A house?" You asked, hoping to get more out of him.

"Yeah." He paused the game and turned to you, looking up at you with a pureness in his eyes. "You said you were gonna get the game soon so I was building us a house." He explained. "I'll teach you how to play on here, make it easy." You smiled down at him and kissed his forehead.

"Thanks, you didn't have to, though." He shrugged and pulled you onto his lap so you were facing him. He swiveled the chair back to the computer and rested his head on your shoulder as he continued to play.

"I wanted to, and I had the time." You chuckled softly at that and kissed his cheek. "Look." He said.

You looked at the screen over you shoulder and saw that he had already decorated the houses interior, having given you guys a shared bed. There was a cat on it but it didn't seem to have a name.

"We have a cat?" You asked.

Slash shrugged. "You said you wanted a main coon so I found a mod for one." You kissed his temple.

"Of course you did, loser." You teased.

Slash laughed. "Don't be mean or I'm calling him hambone." You pulled away from him, staring at him in confusion.

"Hambone?" He smiled widely at you.

You stared at the screen as he got a nametag. You watched in horror as the cute cat got flipped upside down.

"What the hell did you do?!" You yelled, staring at the monstrosity while Slash cackled.

Could you do the mile high fox where the reader is slash’s gf and Steven is the one who joins in?

A/n: I’ve relearned how to write with this fic

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

Touring with Slash was always fun, the concerts, the adrenalin, the vacations. You couldn't always join him but when you could you loved it.

You were on an overnight flight, Slash was crashed in your shared bed in the cabin and you were curled up at his side while Steven slept peacefully across the room.

You had been sleeping earlier as well in the airport, Slash carried you onto the plane and crashed when his head hit the pillow. But now you were awake. Wide awake.

You didn't want to move around too much, not wanting to wake anyone. You could technically sleep whenever you wanted but they were on a stricter schedule, getting most of their sleep on bus rides and flights. You didn't want to disrupt that... However, you were bored and getting needier by the second.

You noticed not too long ago that Slash was dreaming, mostly you noticed him getting hard and those soft moans he let out in his sleep.

You knew you shouldn't, but you couldn't help yourself.

You glanced back over your shoulder to make sure Steven was still sleeping before tugging the blanket down and moving down to Slash's waist, watching with hungry eyes as you pulled the thin blanket off his hard cock.

You trailed a finger along his length, watching him twitch at the featherlight touch before placing a few kitten licks on his already leaky tip.

You laid between his legs, gripping the sheets tight, bracing yourself before taking him into your mouth and down your throat. You gagged around his girth but pushed yourself to bob your head on him, helplessly bucking against the sheets as if it would provide some sort of relief.

You felt a hand on your hip, for a moment you didn't think twice about, then you did because there was no way it was Slash's hand.

Your head snapped back to look at who it was, Slash slipping from your mouth as you did. Steven, evidently, hadn't been sleeping and was now on his knees behind you, one hand on your hip, the other at your cunt, fingers running through your slick folds.

You opened your mouth to say something but all that came out was a moan when he pushed a finger into you. You knew you shouldn't but it felt so good and you were so desperate.

Steven took his hand off your hip and guided your head back to Slash, without another word you took the guitarist back into your mouth, moaning around him as Steven prepped your hole.

This was not the first time you've woken Slash up with sex, he's told you multiple times it's his favourite way to wake up and it worked the same way when it came to you. Always sweet and lazy, slow movements from being tired and then you'd fall back asleep.

Slash woke up slowly, not quite realizing this wasn't a dream yet. When he woke up a bit more he reached down to your head, not guiding you yet but just running his long, skinny fingers through your hair.

Slowly, Slash opened his eyes and smiled down at you, moaning out and rolling his hips. His eyes shot open and he looked back down at you, past you at his friend who kneeled behind you, two fingers scissoring your pretty pussy.

"What the fuck." He muttered, voice still soft and raspy from sleep. "Steven... you're fucking my girlfriend..?"

Steven looked up from where you and he met to look Slash in the eyes. "You weren't." Slash thought for a moment, he wanted to be mad but it wasn't in his nature. Also he was about to cum and that was more important in the moment.

You felt him pulsing and twitching on your tongue, low groans leaving him as hot spurts of cum shot down your throat, holding your head down on him, your nose shoved in his pubes, inhaling all his scent.

You could feel yourself getting closer on Steven's fingers, the way they curled and prodded your gummy walls. Before that knot inside you could snap the blond pulled out of you.

You looked back at him with a pout and furrowed brows, Slash slipping from your lips once more.

Steven chuckled softly and shook his head as he got off the bed, dropping his boxers to his ankles. "Don't worry, darling, I'll take care of you."

"I can do it." Slash said, slowly sitting up and reaching for you, when you were close enough he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck, ready for sleep again.

You whined softly. You loved Slash, the way he touched you, treated you, how he talked to you at any given moment, but you needed something more than this tired state of his. Steven was awake and full of energy, his dick was also pressed up against you and his arms were snaking around your waist.

Slash seemed to have given up on fucking you, letting Steven take control while he settled for sucking your neck. Steven could fuck you but you were his, his to mark, his to love, his girlfriend.

Steven pushed into you, drawing a moan from you while he threw his head back in a loud groan. Not sure what you were expecting, but Steven being loud just made everything better.

Slash wasn't quiet, per se... yes he was, unless he was overstimulated, he'd whine until he lost his voice. Usually it was just low grunts and groans in your ear, but when you heard him, fuck, did you hear him.

Steven's fingers definitely did their work and feeling him stretch you out, tip prodding your insides, it made your head spin. He started slow but quickly threw that out the window, trying to keep a steady rhythm but failing in his attempt to satisfy himself.

He often found it hard to focus on whoever he was with, once he got his dick wet he was done for. Slash, however, did not appreciate this approach, not when it was his girlfriend getting used.

He reached down and started rubbing your clit in circles, just the way you liked it. His plump lips pressing a mix of soft and rough kisses on the sensitive spots of your neck, nipping to make sure there'd be hickeys.

It wasn't long before you came, Steven following shortly after, hips rutting into yours as he dumped his load inside you. Slash glared at him as he did so, that was his hole, his fucking girlfriend.

Slash held you to his chest with one arm, using the other to swat at Steven. "Go get a rag or something, can't leave her like this." He grumbled.

Steven rolled his eyes but went with a smile to get something to clean you up.

Slash laid you back down, looking you up at down. Slash was fine sleeping naked, you preferred to keep something on and tonight that happened to be his Ramones shirt.

That wasn't enough to put an end to Slash's frustration, his possessiveness. Not when he saw one of his best and oldest friends cum seeping out of you.

He moved between your legs, lapping at your folds as you whined, twitching until he held your legs in place, arms wrapped around your thighs.

He didn't stop once he was done cleaning you like a cat, he was leaving marks on your inner thighs, too, and he needed to make you cum on his own.

He pushed two fingers into you, his fingers were longer and slimmer than Steven's, hitting deeper inside but leaving out most of the stretch from the drummer's thicker digits.

While his fingers worked on your cunt his tongue focused on your clit, not stopping until he felt your thighs clamping around his head, whines echoing off the thin walls.

Your mind was a muddled mess, but you could function well enough to see Steven standing beside the bed and waiting for Slash to move so he could clean you, only Slash wasn't having it.

He snatched the cloth from Steven and gently wiped you down.

Steven didn't take the hint and crawled into bed, curling up with you. Slash was tired and couldn't fight it anymore.

That didn't stop him from playing tug-of-war with Steven, who thought it was just playfulness between brothers and not Slash planning a murder.

Come morning Slash was on his stomach, somehow you and him had switched places and Steven was sprawled over him, partially dangling off the bed while you cuddled a the blanket they'd discarded.

You obviously had to take a picture of it to push in their faces, Steven would laugh, Slash might kill you but it was worth the risk.

KIRK KIRK KIRK KIRK

These 2 walk into a bar who you going to go home with?

I had a sucky geography exam today you should totally cheer me up with a subby james fic🌚🌚❤️

-🦀

A/n: I know I'm a few days late to this one but I hope it still helps nonetheless

Also this is the actual fic based (???) on the teaser I made for April Fools Day, as you can tell I like getting two things out of the way at once, I also really liked how this turned out because a lot of people really wanted it and I never felt like writing it but here you have it

Warnings: Smut, James isn't stated to be a virgin but it's kind of implied I think (it was supposed to be in the original but I never added it in this), dacryphilia, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, orgasm denial, oral (f receiving), submissive James, mommy kink, degradation, praise near the end, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

James sat there, naked on the bed in front of you. You straddled his lap, hands working his cock fast, using your spit as lube. His chest was all red, his face flushed as tears rolled down his cheeks, heels desperately kicking into the mattress.

“You’re not cumming yet.” You stated, James didn’t miss the annoyance in your voice, it made more tears come to his eyes. “I’m not letting someone fuck me if they can’t last more than a few seconds.” You’d been at this for almost a half hour, ruining countless highs for him while he just whined and begged for you to let him cum.

“Please-please, mommy… I-I can’t- I can’t take it anymore, please, just lemme cum, been so good!” He said through grunts, teeth gritting together as his hips bucked helplessly into your hand.

"Been good?" You repeated, eyes widening slightly as you scoffed. "Been so good, but you're humping my hand, have been for a while." He whined loudly, throwing his head back and doing his best to force himself in place. "You're a fucking whore is what you are." You pulled your hand off of James and he cried out for you weakly. "Get yourself off if you're so desperate and I'll think about riding you."

James watched you with wide eyes as you got off his lap and pushed yourself to the other end of the bed, watching him try to catch up with what just happened. You were no more clothed than James was, naked with your legs spread so he could see just how wet you were, how much seeing him cry and beg was truly turning you on. It gave him some motivation and he wrapped one big, calloused hand around his girth.

He knew what got him off, he'd been working with his hand for so long and it sucked to keep going when you were right there. He started slow, whimpers leaving him as he was severely overstimulated. He tried moving his hand faster but it just made things worse. You couldn't help but to laugh at his pathetic little noises.

"Little dicks hurts so bad you can't even get yourself off." You teased with a chuckle.

James's breathing was coming out in rough pants. "It-it's not small-small..." He managed to get out.

His eyes followed your hand as it trailed down your body, landing on your cunt as you spread your lips with two fingers, showing him your pretty pussy clenching around nothing. "I'll give you that, at least." You murmured, watching his hand painfully work his length.

You started rubbing yourself, two fingers circling your neglected clit at a good rhythm. James's eyes were locked on the side, his breathing coming out ragged as he watched you touch yourself while his hips bucked up into his hand before jerking away from the pain of overstimulation.

Your fingers moved faster, breathing getting heavier. "Fuck, you really do look so pretty like that." You mused, looking at his glassy eyes and tear streaked cheeks, bruised lips pursed in a pathetic little pout, soft little whimpers leaving him along with the sobs he did his best to choke back. "Just a good boy, all this pain for a little satisfaction?" You asked. "Doing everything mommy tells you to, huh?" He still couldn't take his eyes off your fingers on your glistening cunt. "Perfect little slut."

He couldn't take it anymore and crawled across the bed, grabbing your hips and holding you in place while he buried his face in your cunt, hungrily lapping at your folds while he humped the mattress. You gasped at his little burst but quickly relaxed, liking this much better. "Ah- oh fuck, James! Oh god, oh you know how to do something right." You said between moans as you threw your head back, leaning back on your hands while you let him eat you out.

He looked up at you, desperate eyes locking on yours when you looked back down at him, aching for praise, something to show he was doing it right. "Oh, fuck, you're mommy's good boy, aren't you? Keep-keep doing that- fuck!" You reach for the back of his head, fingers tangling in his lank blond hair and giving it a harsh tug which he just moaned at.

He was whining into your cunt, hips sputtering as he fucked your mattress. His brows knit together as he watched your every expression, loving the way your hips moved against his face as his tongue dipped into you, clit bumping his nose and drawing out little sounds.

"Ah-ah! James! James, you're-you're gonna make me cum!" You moaned out loudly, words echoing off the walls. Your legs twitched, knot quickly building in your gut before snapping as you came.

James lapped up everything, every little drop that squeezed out your pussy landed on his tongue sooner or later. He was getting too desperate, licking a little too low and that's when you yanked his hair back. "Fuck, you're good but not that good." You scolded, glaring down at him.

"M'sorry, m'so sorry, mommy." His brain was fried, the words came out all mumbled and slurred but he couldn't do anything about it now so he just leaned against your thigh, searching for some comfort.

Instead you got off the bed and left him alone. "Can you roll over for me?" You asked, tone a lot softer than it had been as you walked over to your closet. You went to look for clothes so you could change after you showered, glancing back you saw James flopping onto his back, dick limp and dead on his abdomen, a milky white puddle where he'd been rutting into your sheets.