#adler fanfiction

[haikyu-mp4]

Workplace romance

word count; 941 – f!reader, fluff

“The Schweiden Adlers ball is next weekend, I assume you know that,” you mumble to start off, already used to how Kageyama’s knee bounces repeatedly in what you could only assume was restlessness. “I just need to know who you will bring as a date. There will be paparazzi and I just want to make sure I have everything under control.” As you were speaking, you didn’t really look up at the man, simultaneously finishing off the notes from your previous meeting with Hoshiumi.

“A date?” Kageyama repeated back to you and you chuckled softly at his confusion, sparing him a glance.

You’re one of Schweiden Adlers’ PR managers, recently tasked with handling the three younger members, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hoshiumi Korai and Kageyama Tobio. They are all pretty sweet and you thanked the heavens every day that you didn’t end up as PR manager for the MSBY Black Jackals. “Yes, you get a plus one. You could also bring your mom or sister, that’s always good for your image. Alternatively, there’s no problem with going alone. Although that might call forth a different genre of headlines…” you rambled, doing your job and analysing the different options without even noticing how the young man was twiddling his thumbs in his lap nervously.

Kageyama was the one you spoke with the most from the team, as he was also the newest to this business. While the two of you would talk casually outside the four walls of your borrowed office all the time, you loved your job and preferred to stay stressed and professional while doing meetings. “But I could bring a date too? Someone I like?” he asked. For some annoying reason, his words made you stop writing and an icky feeling crept into your stomach.

“Of course, I just need to know who so that I can take the necessary precautions…” you answered, biting the inside of your cheek as if to force yourself to speak.

“Will you go with me?” he asked. Finally, ran through his mind as your eyes finally stilled where he could see them, staring right into his. Kageyama smiled nervously, hoping you would answer any second now. It’s a bit like the smile you finally coaxed out of him for those commercial photos. Oddly charming.

“You want to go with me?” you asked, wondering if you heard him correctly and straightening up in your seat. Hopefully, he couldn’t see your bright red ears.

“Yes,” he answered simply. No room for misunderstanding there, you suppose.

“That’s…” you couldn’t help the giddy chuckle you left in the air as you looked back down at all your messy notes. “Very unexpected.”

“Why? I thought I made it obvious that I like you,” he said, blunt as ever. Tobio felt like this should not be a surprise at all, as he made an effort to talk to you every time he saw you and even got you a box of milk on the days he knew you would be there in advance. Was his affection not obvious?

You’re full-on grinning like a madman now, burying your face in your hands to hide the blush on your cheeks. “I would love to go with you.” you finally declared, not responding to his blunt confession because you weren’t quite sure how to yet. “But I need to talk to some of our bosses and make sure it’s approved first. We wouldn’t want any scandals to plague your name,” you said, removing your hands from your face as you went halfway into work mode again. You flipped to a new page in your notebook and wrote down what information you needed. The smile was still stuck on your face and Tobio was happy to see it.

“Okay.” he agreed. There was still a sense of childish innocence to him that you really liked. “But I don’t want to go with anyone else,” he added as if that was just stuck in his mind.

“You should go back to practice, Tobio,” you said, using your softest voice to make sure he knew you weren’t trying to be dismissive. “If you stop by before you leave today, I will let you know how it’s looking after making some calls,” you told him, smiling as he got up.

“I will see you soon, then.” He bowed, about to leave when you spoke again.

“Tobio!” you called, pursing your lips and considering your next words before they just spilt from your lips. “I like you too.”

Kageyama walked back to practice with a happy smile, making Hoshiumi frown at him as if it was the creepiest thing he had ever seen. Meanwhile, you were in your office kicking your feet and punching the air in joy before taking a deep breath to start making those calls without giggling.

He stopped by after practice, like he promised, knocking on the door and walking in with a hopeful spark in his eyes. You told him how this might play out so he would be prepared for any potential consequences, but could still happily inform him that you would be going with him to the event.

And boy were your assumptions right. The headlines questioning whether or not this was appropriate were simply unavoidable. However, it only took one press conference to quiet it down.

“She’s very sweet, I really like her. It would make me sad if we could not be together just because she also works with keeping me and my teammates out of trouble,” he said softly, making the reporters coo and the headlines turn from Volleyball manager: Inappropriate moneygrabber to Living our fantasies: Kageyama’s workplace romance.

[yanderestarangel]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ SMUT CAKE'S EVENT — EDITION: ANGEL’S BIRTHDAY || BY: @yanderestarangel

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ★ I have a birthday and you are the one who gets the present 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

– From august 18th there will be posts celebrating my birthday; They will all be posted on the same day!!

!!WARNING!! this event contains content that is sensitive to some people, check the TW's before reading.

PS: I was supposed to post this earlier; But I'm sick and have a bad cold... So I'm sorry ;)

— strawberry cake || ghost, könig, captain price || romantic edition ᯓ★ headcanons

♡ ┆TW: body worship, romantic sex, use of lingerie, ftm reader, v!sex, anal sex, blowjob, praise, daddykink, age gap, fluff.

— vanilla cake || albert wesker || sensitive s/o ᯓ★ headcanons

♡ ┆TW: mild sadism, ftm reader, fingering, exhibitionism, overstimulation, sex toys, degradation, aggressive sex...+

— cinnamon cake || new!noob saibot || “together in khaos” ᯓ★ smut

♡ ┆TW : ftm reader, fingering, v!sex, penetration, afab anatomy, use of his saibot to stimulate the reader, creampie +...

— pudding cake || adler russell || “return” ᯓ★ headcanons

♡ ┆TW: soft sex, mlm, ftm reader, v!sex, praise kink, foreplay +..

[gnrswife]

izzy stradlin x fem!reader

warnings: smut

words:246

Izzy stradlin loves it when you go all dumb on him. that sweet spot after your second or third orgasm when your babbling nears incoherent, broken whimpers and whines falling from your mouth as your pretty eyes grow starry and dazed. the point of overstimulation where your mind goes fuzzy and you can’t distinct whether you want him to stop or keep going, so the only intelligible words coming out of you are ‘Izzy’ and ‘please’

oh, he’s so mean about it, too. all mocking pouts and teasing coos against the shell of your ear ‘thought this was what you wanted, sweetheart, hm?’ ‘what was that, baby? couldn’t hear you, you’re gonna need to speak up’

over and over, he’ll curl his fingers up against that spot that has you crying out and clawing at his back, thumb brushing your clit every so often as your shaky thighs close around his wrist. you’re not getting away that easy, though, and of course he parts them once more with a strong hand before clicking his tongue in disapproval.

it’s just something about seeing you like this that sets him off on a power trip— the feel of your wet cunt fluttering around his fingers, pink lips parted and glistening while your eyes roll back into your head. god, don’t get him started on the tear tracks that run down your flushed cheeks. the sight of you begging— no, crying for him has him harder than he’s been in his life.

he’d never admit it, but it’s better any line he could’ve done, satisfies him more than any high he’s been on. it may seem the other way around, but you have Izzy stradlin wrapped around your finger.

First izzy post how is it ? If you want me to write about anyone let me know and if you want fluff angst , or smut ill try my best to write

Thank you!

[unknownperson246]

Could you do a fic where reader helps them record that part of rocket queen and she's also part of the band? Thank youu 💕

Hiiii sorry it’s late but I hope you enjoy it.

You’re My Rocket Queen

words: 664

warnings: *smut* *p in v* *masturbating* *voyeurism* *exhibitionism* *dirty talk* *cussing*

You are in the studio with Axl, Slash, Izzy, Duff, and Steven offered you a position in the band as a drummer for a while because Steven broke his hand punching a light post. You accepted the offer. It's been two months since you were in the band and playing drums. You still didn't think they would choose you. You were surprised and got caught off guard.  The band is planning to record a song called “Rocket Queen” in the studio and they asked you to help record it. You are on your way to the studio to help them record it. Once you arrive you go to Axl and Izzy and they have red lingerie for you to wear. 

“Y/N put this on,” Izzy says.

“Hurry up Y/N we need to record Rocket Queen”

“Okay,” you say as you're bewildered. 

You start to have a sense of what is going on. You did not know it was going to end up like this. They never told you anything about it. You knew they wanted backup vocals but you didn't know it would be moans and sighs. You had no idea what was going on but you were starting to like it. 

“Put it on in front of us,” Axl says.

“Okay,” you say with a smirk.

You take your dress off first and then you take your bra off and then you take your panties off. You grab the lingerie from Axl and put it on. Axl signals for Duff, Slash, Izzy, and Steven to step to the side. They are now sitting on the couch watching Axl. They have seen your vocal abilities. They watch Axl getting on top of you about to start shoving himself into you.

“Get on the floor,” Axl says.

You feel yourself getting wet just at Axl’s words. You follow Axl’s command.

Axl gets on top of you. 

“You're going to enjoy this you nasty slut” Axl smirks.

You start to blush even more. You are starting to get even more wet from Axl climbing on you. Axl starts to shove himself into your wet pussy without any warning. The band watches as they rub their cocks. They all start to pull out their cocks and they start to slide their fingers up and down. Slash starts to groan at the sight of you two fucking. 

“Are you going to fuck all day?” Steven groans in pleasure.

“Oh Axl” you moan loudly.

“Ohhhhhhhhh fuck Axl”  A very exaggerated moan escapes your lips.

“Okay everyone quiet this is the point where we record and we don’t want any extra noise so keep your moaning and groaning quiet guys. I only want to hear Y/N’s voice” Axl groans in pleasure.

Your voice is starting to get louder and louder. 

“Ohhhhhh fuck” you cry out. 

Axl only wants your voice so he keeps his noises quiet. 

“Oh fuck” Axl groans.

You could see Steven, Slash, and Duff sitting on the couch and masturbating with the view in front of them. You could not see Izzy. He probably slipped out of the studio and was not interested in what you guys were doing.

Axl keeps forcing himself into your wet pussy that was quivering for his attention. A couple of minutes later you feel yourself about to come. At this point, Axl hit the stop button but you didn't notice.

“Ohhhh Axl fuck im about to–” You moan.

“I know do it for me” Axl cuts you off 

Your pussy clenches around his throbbing cock and you spill your juice out. Axl and you do it together at the same time as he takes his last thrusts into you. After a couple of minutes, he pulls out of you and you put your clothes on and take a seat next to Steven and Slash on the couch. You feel so exhausted and you fall asleep like you hadn't just been fucked by the lead singer of your band.

[duffslut]

Best dad in the world

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 643

Warnings: Fluff!

You were helping Slash write a new song, he was gliding his fingers across his guitar, trying to play at a low volume while the kids were sleeping.

- That sounds good. - You said as your husband played a new riff.

- Yeah I think I can use that. - Slash said and jotted down some notes in his notebook.

You watched him silently so as not to disturb him, but the silence soon ended when the door opened and Cash and London ran into the room.

- Boys! - You exclaimed as the kids jumped into Slash's lap, who immediately placed his guitar on the floor next to him, directing his attention to his children.

- What? You guys slept for like five minutes? - Slash said laughing.

- I want to play, Dad! - London said, and Cash nodded frantically, sitting next to him.

- Me too. - Cash said raising his small hand to Slash.

You got up and went over to them, giving the kids a kiss on the forehead and a peck on Slash's lips, leaning in to his ear.

- Are you okay? - You asked just to make sure he didn't mind the boys in his studio room.

- We'll be fine, Mom. - He said, winking at you. - I have to teach these boys how to hold a guitar.

You smiled, touching Slash's curls in an affectionate gesture before leaving the room.

- I'll make you guys a snack. - You said and closed the door as you left, hearing the children's laughter as you walked towards the kitchen.

You found yourself thinking, as you cut into some bread, about how Slash was such a good dad to his kids, how he had gotten along with them from the moment they were born, they were obsessed with Slash too, and you still get surprised every now and then by how much they looked like their father.

As you assembled the mini sandwiches on a plate, you began to consider whether having another child with Slash would be a good idea, It wasn't the first time that idea had crossed your mind, and with each interaction Slash had with the children, whether it was playing, scolding, helping them eat, get dressed... your desire to get pregnant with him again increased.

- Yay! Mommy! - London and Cash shouted and ran to grab your legs when you entered the studio carrying their snacks and juice.

- Are my little boys hungry? - You asked, picking up Cash and ruffling London's hair before lightly squeezing his cheek.

You placed the snack on the small table in the center of the room and sat down next to Slash, unable to hide your bright and passionate gaze at him.

- What babe? - He asked, and you pressed your body closer to his, touching your thigh against his.

- I was thinking... - You started to say but were interrupted by London, touching your leg and calling you.

- Mom! Dad taught me how to play guitar! He said I can play in a band when I grow up a little bit! - He said excitedly, and you pretended to be shocked.

- No way, Daddy said that? - He nodded. - Then we have to buy you more instruments, right? - You said.

London nodded and then walked back to his brother's side, sitting on the floor eating his sandwich.

- I want to have a baby with you. - You said at once, looking straight into Slash's eyes, trying to decipher his reaction. - Another baby, I wanna get pregnant.

He looked surprised, and then incredibly happy, intertwining his hands in yours.

- Are you sure? - He asked, moving your hair and kissing your forehead.

- Absolutely certain. - You said. - You are the best dad in the world.

His hands touched your face, lightly cupping your cheeks, his cold rings touching your skin as you waited for his answer.

- Then I'll give you a baby. - He said, and then pressed his lips to yours.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

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.

[slxshh]

cuties

[levans44]

Tipsy, smutty headcanons w/ cevans characters (pt. 1)

(aka: how steve and frank would fuck you after a few drinks)

Steve:

Steve’s never been one for PDA—nearly five months since you’ve started ‘going steady,’ but he’s still so polite about touching you, always keeping his hands to himself when you’re out together in public.

But all that changes with a few sips of Asgardian mead at an Avengers soirée, which gives him a high he hasn’t had the luxury of feeling since 1941.  

It’s that point in the night when the party’s starting to wind down—just a small circle of friends gathered around Tony’s living room, jostling about who’s worthy enough to lift Thor’s hammer.

You’re sat next to Steve on the far end of the couch, amused by the group’s shenanigans. You laugh along at all the right cues, chin in hand as you butt in with a witty comment here and there. Meanwhile, Steve can’t focus on anyone else but you, eyes zeroing in on your smile, the way those red lips stretch around the rim of your glass. The soft curves of your body under that little black dress as you cross your legs, leaning innocently into his side. 

With your attention still on the rest of the group, the alcohol encourages him venture out a little. Careful fingers skim across the top of your knee, a quick brush of his calloused knuckles against your thigh. 

You miss it the first few times, but when his hand starts to inch closer and closer up the hem of your dress you turn to look at him, brows raised. You immediately notice the difference in his energy—eyes relaxed, head resting against the back of the couch as a lazy smile ghosts his soft lips. 

Steve, you okay? You murmur away from the group, head cocked to one side. 

Hmm? mmhm. He’s barely nodding, clearly distracted by something else. 

You frown, about to follow up, when a loud crash from the group makes you jump—Tony’s ingenious plans to lift the hammer using the suit had backfired (literally), the propulsion from his glove blasting him all the way across the room. 

The whole group starts groaning at the damage of the crash, and that’s when you feel Steve’s grip on your knee suddenly tighten. With everyone else distracted, he leans forward, hot breath teasing the shell of your ear as he whispers:

Can we go home?

You’re a little wide-eyed and breathless when it finally sinks in. One look at the way his tongue darts out to swipe at his bottom lip, his eyes shamelessly dragging down the outlines of your dress, and you’re shouting some incoherent excuse about an early morning to the rest of the group, grabbing his hand, and dragging his ass out of there.

He can’t keep his hands off of you in the back of the Uber, and as soon as the apartment door closes shut, he sleuths off all pretense of modesty, any sliver of chivalry he was holding onto at the party.

Steve, what’s gotten into you? Is this that stuff you were drinking at the party?

You’re laughing because he can’t seem to get you out of your dress fast enough, painfully hard beneath you as you run your fingers through his tussled hair, straddling him on the couch. 

Dunno. haven’t…  

He huffs out a breath, brows furrowed, pupils blown wide. 

…haven’t ffelt like this in a while. 

Hands dragging up and down your sides, his lips worship every inch of your body. And you’re pretty sure your heart stops beating the moment he leans up to your ear, murmuring oh-so-gently:

Want you to ride me. 

Please.

Brand fucking new, for Steve to voice his needs like that. You pull back, resting a hand against his chest, and he stares up at you like you’re the only person he’s ever known, completely exposed and defenseless. His heart thumps erratically under your fingertips—a reminder of his mortality, that he’s still just a man. Your man. 

You keep him underneath you all night, teasing mercilessly until he’s a groaning, panting mess underneath you—cheeks flushed, hips bucking, nails gripping at the upholstery. He can’t do anything but take it, head rolling against the back of the couch as you bounce up and down on his cock, grinding slow and hard, coming to a complete halt before speeding back up. 

And he’s grinning like an idiot the whole time. 

F-fuck, you feel… you feel so good, a-always so good. 

God, I love you.

He’s a stuttering mess when you finally let him come, a string of broken syllables that spell out your name. 

When he rushes up to kiss you, you grin against his mouth, closing a gentle hand around his neck. Your index finger slides over to his pulse point, just to the right of his Adam’s apple, tapping in time with the rhythm of a heart that only beats for you.

Frank:

Frank drinks when he’s pissed. And today’s just been… one of those days. Repair went south on a boat he’s been working on for weeks, and he was called into Mary’s school (for the third time this month) because she’d snuck her laptop in her bag and got into a fight over it at recess.  

He’s just dropped Mary off to stay at Roberta’s (after a lengthy conversation about ‘keeping that damn laptop at home’). On the drive back, he’s gripping the steering wheel hard enough to leave indents because all he can think about right now is you, you, you. 

He returns to an empty house, and it takes him a few bottles of liquid courage before he’s shakily looking up your name in his short list of contacts, texting you five simple words:

Can you come over tonight?

Like a dog to a whistle, you’re there in under 10. 

He yanks open the door after the first knock, his lips swallowing your soft greeting as he kisses you fiercely, wasting no time as he pulls you into his bedroom. 

Calloused hands drag down your hips, squeezing your ass before he slides your jeans off, pushing you onto the bed. Kissing his way up your neck, lips hovering over your jaw as heavy breaths warm up your skin.

Frank, you alright? W-what’s going on?

You slow him down, fingers grasping at the short hairs on his nape.

He nods against the crook of your neck, pulling back with a quiet sigh.

Yeah, m’fine, I just….

He’s never been great with words, but the familiar strain in his eyes tells you all you need to know. Cupping his face in both hands, you pull him back down, and his grateful lips respond to yours with fervor. His arm moves south, palm warm and heavy against your sex as he cups your mound. Drags his fingers against the wet patch on your panties until you’re arching into his touch and mewling against his mouth. 

He’s desperate too, practically throbbing by the time he hastily shucks his boxers down and reaches for a condom in the bedside drawer. His hands are shaking, unable to tear his eyes away from you—your naked form sprawled on top of his sheets, fingers drawing lazy circles over your clit as you smile up at him. 

And when he finally sinks into your heat, it’s the first time in days the noise in his brain goes silent.

He fills his mind, instead, with images of you. 

Your coquettish grin, delicate lashes fluttering against the tops of your cheeks as you blink up at him.

I’m all yours, baby.

Whatever you want.

You bring his hand up to your face, rubbing your cheek against his palm. Soft, pink lips mold around the tip of his thumb as you suck gently, circling your tongue over the tip, and it sends him over the edge. 

With one of your legs hooked over his shoulder, he drives into you, deep. Hits that one spot inside you that’s got your pretty eyes rolling into the back of your head.  

Fuck, yes. Right there, don’t stop.

Shit—m’not, not gonna last.

Let go for me, baby, I've got you.

He cums with a low groan, collapsing forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck as he bottoms out. When the aftershocks pass, you let him stay there for a while, fingers caressing the back of his neck while you listen to his breathing even out. 

He rolls off of you, mumbling a quiet apology, embarrassment etched into his brows as he lets out a low chuckle. 

Didn’t mean to jump you as soon as you got here.

Your chest heaves with laughter as you turn to the side, pink lips stretched into a wicked grin as you look at him dead in the eye.

Frank, never apologize for fucking me like that.

And despite everything that’s gone wrong that day, your words send butterflies to the pit of his stomach, making him blush like he’s a high schooler on prom night.

He’s only known you for a couple months now, and you’re a few years younger—vibrant and affectionate in ways that make him feel guilty on most days. And even though he’s asked to ‘keep things casual’ because ‘he’s not exactly in the best place to commit to a relationship,’ he knows from the light behind your eyes that it’s time. 

He asks you out for lunch the very next day.

author's note: gahh this was so fun to write and I hope you enjoyed! remember to drink responsibly kidz!!! If you do drink, reply&lmk what kind of drunk you are (handsy, loud, sad, etc) I’m trying to see something lol

also working on a pt.2 w/ ransom+andy but lmk if you'd like to see any other characters!

(update: read pt. 2 here!)

[angelsknifeprty]

What would Sadie Adler be like being the fem!eader's girlfriend? I love she🩵

sadie as your girlfriend hcs ✿⋆.˚⊹

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‧₊˚౨ৎ before the two of you started dating she was unexplainably protective over you. she was already very protective of the gang, leaping into action whenever there was danger. but she always seemed to have her eyes trained on you, watching like a hawk for if you were in any sort of trouble

‧₊˚౨ৎ this only intensifies when she finally gets to call you hers. you were always the first person she’d check on both in and after any danger. she’d rush to your side to protect you and make sure you weren’t too shaken up afterwards. her arm would constantly be wrapped protectively (and possessively) around your waist. when sadie was around you didn’t have to worry about taking shit from anybody, they’d have to go through her first

‧₊˚౨ৎ “you redirect that attitude to me, ‘cause if i hear another word leave that filthy mouth o’ yours, i’ll kill ya.”

‧₊˚౨ৎ she’s very generous with her death threats but to anyone who knows her or has any common sense, they know she’s not joking

‧₊˚౨ৎ despite her harsh exterior and brutal nature, she’s actually a big softie. she’s a fan of mushy pet names, calling you “sweetheart”, “angel”, “pretty girl”, you name it. and she’s not worried about calling you these in front of people. most think she’d shy away from it as she has a reputation for being a bit hot-headed and intimidating. but she holds her own well enough for there to be no doubt about whether she’s truly a threat or not, just for her to then turn around and dote on you like nothing happened

‧₊˚౨ৎ she is very possessive and loves calling you hers. what’s hers is hers and that will be known, every affectionate name having “my” in front of it

‧₊˚౨ৎ loves doing things for you, always talking about how she isn’t a fan of sitting around and not doing much. if she sees miss grimshaw is wearing you rather thin she won’t hesitate to come and take some tasks off of your hands, even though she prefers the more hands on dirty work the gang gets up to. but if it was for you, she’d do just about anything

‧₊˚౨ৎ if you aren’t already able to she’d teach you how to defend yourself, always worrying over what might happen if she’s not around to protect you. the idea of that makes her feel helpless, which she hates, so it brings her some comfort to make sure you’re capable of taking care of yourself if needed

‧₊˚౨ৎ she loves to fluster you. she is absolutely not shy when teaching you how to shoot, pressing herself up against you as she readjusts your posture and gives you directions in that raspy voice of hers. you swear she wants you to start messing up when she whispers a proud, “atta girl,” after a particularly good shot. “my pretty girl’s doin’ so good.”

‧₊˚౨ৎ you are the only person she’ll play the harmonica for. she was very reserved about it at first, nobody but her late husband getting to hear her play. but when she feels herself becoming more at ease with you she’ll occasionally let you stick around while she plays. you of course respect her and her privacy but on days where she can’t bring herself to dismiss your company, she lets you stay

“alright, you can stay, darlin’. but ya can’t laugh if i mess up, okay?” 

‧₊˚౨ৎ she is actually very upfront about her feelings. she’s quite openly vulnerable, though she wishes she wasn’t. she’s a tough cookie to break but sees the importance of being honest with you (she’s so applejack coded aaaa) and doesn’t like leaving tension in the air if you’re upset with each other or one of you is going through a hard time

‧₊˚౨ৎ will absolutely spoil you with her bounty hunting money. what better way to spend her time after chasing down crooks than giving you whatever you wanted? it also wouldn’t hurt to give you any shiny trinkets she took from the pockets of her newest catches, they wouldn’t be needing them anyway once they were behind bars

‧₊˚౨ৎ literally the best girlfriend ever, i firmly believe she devotes her every breath to doing right by you <3

a/n: i love sadie sm i wanna write for her more !! i hope you enjoyed :D xoxo

[haikyu-mp4]

Keeping it down

Suggestive workplace romance for the Schweiden Adlers with your secret husband Ushijima for my workplace romance event <3

requested by @iatethemochi. word count; 630 – f!reader

The Schweiden Adlers were reaching new heights, easily maintaining their spot at the top of the ranks week after week. Through being the team’s star spiker, Ushijima met you. You were the main team manager, always running around and ensuring that the players had anything they needed and were in the right place at the right time.

None of the other team members quite understood when the two of you had made a spark, so it was quite a surprise when you two first kissed after a tough practice. It was an innocent peck that had all the other members questioning Ushijima wildly in the locker rooms afterwards.

“We have gone on a couple of dates and have decided to be exclusive now.” He had answered so simply as if this wasn’t a complete shock to all of them. Romero had clapped his back with a booming laugh.

“Congratulations to the happy couple!”

Now, you were both what some might call private people. You didn’t particularly desire anyone to have their nose in your business, so you kept the relationship secret from the media to avoid any scandals. Also considering that their team was very popular with the media lately, you mutually agreed to keep your relationship secret.

However, it started bothering him now, several years later and a couple of months into being married to the most gorgeous and wonderful woman ever.

After the season’s last game, he was interviewed by the press and asked if he had any interest in dating, the interviewer suggesting it’s what the fans want to know.

His eyes drifted past the camera to where you were listening intently to Hoshiumi, who was rambling about something he had thought of during the game, and you were no doubt trying to figure out if you could help him sort anything out.

Usually, it didn’t bother him much, but he just really wanted everyone to look at you and know you were the love of his life.

Alas, he bit his tongue, answering dismissively and moving along with the team heading back to the hotel. He had asked for a separate bedroom to share with you, so the team would be saving on an extra room anyway, and the second you entered your bedroom, his tongue went from clutched between his teeth to exploring your mouth.

You tasted of that one gum he knows you like, and his hands explored you like it was the first time. He moved over your hips and upwards, kneading your breasts in the way that usually made you pull him a little closer before pulling away from your lips.

“Join me in the shower?”

You answered by pulling him along, leaving a trail of your clothes on the way in and only just managing to close the door before his lips were back on yours.

“You did so well today, Toshi,” you sighed, the sound echoing off the tiles.

“Thank you, darling. You take such good care of the team, now let me take care of you.”

His lips moved achingly slow across your skin. You tried to close your legs for some friction while the water ran over your skin, but his hand clutched your right thigh to hold it up against his hip while carefully pushing your back against the shower wall.

“I think we should go public. If it makes you uncomfortable, that is completely understandable, but-”

“I agree,” you cut in. “Everyone should know you’re my husband, and mine only.” There was a giddy smile on your face, all teeth as you panted from the make-out.

It’s a pity you both left your phones on the floor somewhere in the bedroom, as Hirugami was begging you in the group chat to keep it down this time.

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[he-goes-down]

Wild Child -smut

Anon req (MY FIRST AAAAAHHH) fem reader

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Pairing: Duff x reader x Izzy

Warnings: threesome, unprotected p in v, oral F! Receiving, double penetration.

None edited, written on a phone in the middle of the night 😘

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Second person pov:

The party was already going on strong, people were making out left right and centre, as-well as drinking and then throwing up left right and centre. This was one of the parties of Axl’s friends, you didn’t know him but it didn’t really matter. It wasn’t actually Axl that told you to come, but Duff and Izzy on two different days. Duff and Izzy always fought for your attention, you weren’t all that oblivious about it, you kinda enjoyed two hot guys fighting over you. You didn’t have a favourite, you loved them both, they were both so gorgeous and hot in their own way. Izzy being more mysterious and dark like a vampire, and Duff being more tall, sweet and probably had a secret rough side to him. You had decided to agree to both their requests on coming but came alone as to not add more tension.

You were sat down on the floor in a circle with other people playing spin the bottle. But a little more spicy. You were wearing a short black dress that showed a lot of skin, especially your chest, legs and sides as the dress was two pieces of fabric tied together elegantly on your sides. Izzy and Duff who were sitting across for you couldn’t stop starting at you. Both of them thinking about unspeakable things. The empty beer bottle was spun, everyone starring anxiously. It landed on one of the blonde girls sitting close to you. Another spin. Landing on the brown haired man next to her. Some guy took out a hat and rummaged through it and picked put a piece of paper, “Oooooh, seven minutes in heaven.” He exclaimed. They both got up and headed to the nearest closet. Soon the bottle was spun again, this time landing on Steven who sat next to you, you sighed nervously as it was very close to picking you, then the bottle landed on a girl who was a person away from Izzy. “Blowjob!! Whoo!!” The man picked out the piece of paper from the hat enthusiastically. Steven and the girl went off to a couch somewhere in the distance to do their business. This time the bottle was spun and landed directly onto you. You were feeling hot and excited. A-lot of the guys around were long haired and fine. Izzy and Duff on the other-side were both crossing their fingers behind their backs, and their hearts racing at a unimaginable pace. They’d do anything to just touch you and see you in private. The bottle was spun again, this time it felt so slow and yet so fast. Spin. Spin. Spin. Round. Round and round. The sound of the glass clanking on the floor was the only sound that played in your ears. The bottle had stopped spinning. Landing right in between Duff and Izzy. No more to the right, no more to the left. Just straight in the middle. “Seems like this is gonna be a three person job. Aren’t you lucky hun?” The guy smirked and began to dug into the hat once more. Your face was burning hot. ‘Shit.’ You didn’t even want to look at them at this point, if you did they would be starring straight at you in lust or starring at each other with rage.

The paper was finally taken out of the hat. “A Fuck.” The guy said and following with an over enthusiastic and dramatic ‘oooo’ at the end. Fuck your cheeks were red hot. You glanced up to look at Duff and Izzy, they were watching you with drunken lust. You were drunk too, your mind already foggy but now looking at the hot men across from you made it even more foggy with desire. This was secretly your dream, and you were gonna take it. “Can she not just choose one?” Both Duff and Izzy said in unison then starred each-other down after asking the question to the man. “Nope. Rules are rules. Have fun!” He said and two other guys lead the three of you to vacant bedroom.

It was quiet. But Duff broke the silence. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” He said sincerely. “Yeah, it can just be us two.” Izzy said jokingly. But he meant it. Izzy was about to say something more but you interrupted him by quickly kissing him passionately and throwing your arms around his neck, he was surprised but kissed back with aggression and desire. Before he could slip his tongue in, you retracted your lips from him, panting. “Just fuck me already.” You said looking at Duff then back to Izzy. “Fuck” they both groaned in horniness at your words that they’d fantasised about, and it was on.

Soon both of them were just in their underwear, watching you as you slowly stripped off your clothes. Teasing them. Their hard ons were getting harder and more visible by the second of you shedding off your clothes and lastly being stood their in your red lace underwear set. They were going to explode in anticipation. Izzy had enough and pushed you onto the bed, taking off your panties in a flash. Kissing up your inner thighs, getting closer to your soaking core. Meanwhile Duff laid next to you, one arm slumped over your stomach holding your waist. Kissing softly from your jaw to your neck, to your collarbone, shedding off the straps of your bra from your shoulders and began kissing and sucking your exposed cleavage.

You moaned and gasped loudly as Izzy kissed your clit, licking up your folds and stuck his tongue in your wet pussy. “You sound so beautiful…” Duff sighed lustfully, before going to leave another dark purple love bite on your breast. His one hand rubbing up and down your waist, holding onto your soft skin. The other hand intwined with yours as he pins your arm to the bed. Izzy’s hands were harshly holding onto your thighs as he dug his tongue into you, his whole face pushed against your hear, his big nose teasing your clit, making your head spin in ecstasy. You arched your back and moaned, Izzy groaned in response of the sweet sound of him finally pleasing you, the vibrations sent shocks through your pussy and up your spine. Duff unhooked your bra, throwing it to the side and started to suck your nipples. Spinning his tongue around the sensitive bud, which sent a tingling feeling down to your already over stimulated heat. Izzy was going wild on your clit, sucking, licking, flicking and pressing hard against it with his tongue. “Fuck!” You moaned. Your one free hand was grabbing and tangled in Izzy’s black hair, lightly pushing his head further down onto you. Another loud moan and whine. “I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck…” you moaned as your legs began to shake. You heard and felt the vibrations of a muffled ‘cum’ command from Izzy as he continued to eat you out like it was his last meal on earth. Duff held onto your waist tighter as you shook, whispering dirty words in your ear, somehow making you wetter than before. You felt a tingly pressurised feeling in the bottom of your stomach. Growing more and more as you were reaching your climax. You clutched harshly onto Izzy hair and Duff’s hand. “Fuck!” You moaned as you came all over Izzy’s mouth and shook in the two mens grasp.

Izzy detached his face from your pussy, his lustful hazel eyes looking up at you, your slick dripping down to his chin from his mouth. He licked his lips and wiped the bottom half of his face before crawling over you and kissing you. You could taste yourself on his lips. Duff lightly pushed him off you and kissed your cheek. His face now the only thing in view. He didn’t care or even notice that Izzy was giving him a stare that looked like he was going to commit a murder. “What do you want now sweetheart?” Duff asked softly, still filled with desire. “I need you.” You said bluntly, your head was still slightly foggy from your first orgasm of the night. “What do you need from me?” He tilted his head slightly, his hand now trailing down from your waist to your hips, his thumb doing circles around the skin. “I need both of you, in me. Please.” You pleaded in a whine. They didn’t care at this point, they waited to long to have you to care about someone else being there.

You sat on the edge of the bed, intently watching as the two men were taking off their underwear. Both dicks bounced slightly as they came out of the restrictive underwear. Hard, big, dripping with precum. Your pussy throbbing and physically hurting at the empty space that now needed to be filled by them. Their dicks were both big, way above average, Duff’s was a little longer than Izzy’s but Izzy’s was thicker. You were too busy in a heated and drooling daydream to realise that Duff was in front of you, his 6’3 figure leaning down slightly. He took you by the hips, then moving to your ass, picking you up like you weighed absolutely nothing. Your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck, his hands now on the curve of your waist. You were getting heated at the skin to skin contact that was happening, and his hard dick resting on your wet cunt. Duff rested his back on one of the walls of the room, for support, to fuck you at the right angle. Izzy came up behind you, his dick now against your ass, his hands resting on your hips, and kissing your neck. He was so ready to do the most unspeakable things to you. “What about condoms?” Duff asked as he just remembered. Fuck, you didn’t care, you wanted them to fill you and leave you dripping and their cum running down your legs, unable to walk. “I don’t care. Just fuck me.” You spoke. It made both of their minds spin, that was so fucking hot.

“Ready baby?” Izzy asked, his hot breathe against your ear, tingling down your spine. “Mhm.” You responded biting your lip and nodding. Your breath shaky, waiting in anticipation for him to fill you. He held tightly onto your hips. You whined as he slowly entered your pussy. You laid your face in the crook of Duff’s neck as you moaned at the feeling of Izzy stretching you out. Izzy’s head flung back in pleasure as he felt you clench around him as he bottomed you out. You felt hot and antsy already, god you needed to be fucked till day break. Izzy soon pulled out, not all the way, and thrusted back into you lightly. “Fuck…” he huffed lowly. “So fucking tight…” he groaned softly to himself as he stayed in position. “You okay baby?” Duff asked sincerely, his green eyes starring into yours. “Yeah…” you let out a pleasure filled sigh. “Are you ready?” He asked. You nodded. You leaned back a bit against Izzy’s chest as Duff’s tip was grazing against your already filled hole. “Go slow.” Izzy told him. “If he hurts you I’ll beat him.” Izzy whispered in your ear light heartedly. You gave a small smile in response. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” Duff said. You nodded again. You exhaled deeply as Duff pushed into you, going slowly and carefully. You felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Duff stopped, “Shit, are you okay?” He asked in worry. “Please just keep going” You whined. The tears were of pain and pleasure. Meanwhile Izzy’s hand snaked around and his two fingers began to rub on your clit. Now easing the pain of your pussy being stretched to it’s limits. Izzy also began leaving big hickeys on your neck, which relieved more of the pain. Duff panted and lowly groaned at the little space he was squeezed in. Swore he could cum just at this moment. His skin finally met yours and his tip reached the end. You moaned at this fantasy feeling of both of them being in you. Duff soon did the same as Izzy and did one thrust into you. The back of your head now rested on Izzy’s shoulder as you moaned loudly, while Duff hit your g spot and Izzy touched you in the right place.

After a few minutes of grunts and groans and them cockwarming inside of you, you were ready to be railed by them and you told them. Duff began to slowing thrust in and out of you, hitting your g spot. Soon as you were ready Izzy joined, but thrusting one second behind Duff’s rhythm. It was double the amount of skin against skin slapping that echoed through out the room. “Oh god!” You let out a moan which followed calling out both their names. Setting them off. Their thrusts driving faster and hitting your spots harder than before. You clawed at Duff’s back, whining and moaning in his ear, and kissing groaned as he bit harshly into your skin on your neck and his fingers working faster on your clit. “Oh fuck baby, I’m gonna cum.” Duff panted between sloppy thrusts, you could feel Izzy was too. “Cum in me!” You stuttered, slurring a bit as your brain was going foggy and everything was going numb, you were close as well. “I’m gonna-…!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before you came all over their dicks as they continued to raw dog your pussy to pieces. “ Fuck! I love you princess…” Izzy exhaled into your ear right before he spilled inside you. Duff kissed you lustfully, his tongue entering your mouth, and your two tongues dancing as he coated your insides with his cum which was now mixed with Izzy’s.

“You’re mine.” They both whispered in your ear in unison.

A/n: OMG SORRY IF THIS WAS SHIT

[vinyldreamsfuckup]

Rocket Queen Pt. 2

A: the long-awaited part 2 lol so sorry this took literally forever. i decided I'll do a short part 3 after this so stay tuned. part 3 will be the ending. i promise it won't take me as long lol

part 1: here

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, fluff, smoking (weed), praise, arguing, language, protective Slash

You and Slash had been casually seeing each other for the last 3 months now. Ever since that night, it was nearly impossible to stay away from each other. Slash was intoxicating. Everything about him was intoxicating. The way he drank and smoked even turned you on. You'd come with him to recording sessions and concerts where you watched him play with Guns. You'd even gotten quite close with Izzy and Steven, but it seemed like neither you nor Slash were ready to be in a serious relationship together. Even if you both felt like you were falling for each other a little more every day. You were sitting in the studio while the guys were recording a new song. Axl was talking to Slash about his guitar solo and you were sitting with Izzy and Duff smoking a joint.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Duff asked with a slight giggle.

Izzy shrugged, "Axl is probably asking him to record it again. He's being such a perfectionist for this song."

Duff nodded in agreement. As you took a drag of your joint, you noticed yourself admiring Slash. He had his guitar hung low on his body and he was wearing a shirt he'd cut the sleeves off of. You noticed how low the cutout holes went, showing the majority of his side, how his tattoos looked against his skin, and the way his fingers effortlessly moved across the guitar.

You leaned back and took a deep breath. This was not helpful really at all. Slash looked over at you, his face was full of shock, anger, and confusion. You furrowed your eyebrows at his face. Slash looked back at Axl and shook his head furiously. Axl looked like he was pleading with Slash.

"What the fuck?" You muttered. Duff and Izzy looked over at you.

"What?" Duff asked then looked over at Axl and Slash.

"Oh shit..." Izzy murmured. He stood up and walked over to the booth. He opened the door and Slash was yelling. You'd never heard him yell before. This made you even more confused.

"No man! I'm not fucking doing that! Are you fucking clinically insane?" Slash yelled.

"You're so fucking stupid. It's not that big of a fucking deal!" Axl yelled back.

"Can you guys fucking stop?" Izzy said moving between them. You got up and walked over to Slash.

"Come on, let's go out here and take a breath," You said softly. He looked over at you. Protectiveness filled his eyes. Heat pooled in your abdomen at his gaze. You'd never seen him possessive and protective like this before and it was really turning you on. Slash took his guitar off and set it on his guitar stand.

"It's not fucking happening," Slash said to Axl as he put his hand on the small of your back and led you out of the room.

"You're so fucking weird man. It's not even that big of a deal. We all share a fucking house with you, it's nothing we haven't heard before," Axl bit out. You paused. Wait what?

"That's totally different you fucking asshat!" Slash stopped and started yelling.

"You guys seriously," Duff stood up.

"Stay out of this," Axl warned, " You're being absolutely ridiculous. We all have already heard you guys."

"That's not the fucking point Axl. I don't think the rest of the world needs to hear," Slash yelled.

"What the fuck is going on right now?" You asked. The weed still flowed through your veins making your mind still slightly foggy.

"Well go on and tell her," Axl said. Slash sighed and looked at Axl angrily.

"What? Tell me what?" You asked getting increasingly frustrated.

"Axl here, being the absolute fucking genius he is," Slash said sarcastically, "wants us to fuck while being recorded so he can use it in his song."

"Wait what?" You asked slightly confused.

Axl sighed, "Look I fucked a girl for the song, and it ended up not sounding how I want it to. You and Slash sound good together and I think it would be perfect for the song."

"Oh my god," You breathed out.

"See. You're fucking insane," Slash said to Axl.

"I'm crying to make fucking art you piece of shit," Axl spat back at Slash.

"You guys have to stop. This is getting so ridiculous," Izzy said with a sigh. The door opened and Steven walked in with a smile.

"Hey guys!" Steven smiled. His face fell when he looked at everyone's expressions, "Woah...fuck did I just walk into?"

"I'll do it," You said with a sigh. Slash looked over at you with shock on his face.

"No," Slash said blankly.

"Slash it's fine," You said softly, "Let's just do it."

"No, I'm not going to let him pressure you into this because he wants to be a fucking dickhead," Slash said spiting the words toward Axl.

"Oh fuck off you shit for brain alcoholic piece of-" Axl started but you cut him off.

"He's not pressuring me. It's fine. Let's just do it," You said softly. You rested your hand on his arm. Slash looked down at you and confusion, protectiveness, and love filled his gaze.

"Are you sure?" Slash asked softly. It was a stark difference to all the yelling. You nodded and pulled him closer.

"I was already thinking about you," You whispered. Slash took a deep breath.

"Everyone out," Slash said harshly his gaze still on you. Axl, Izzy, and Steven quickly walked out of the booth and shut the door behind them. Slash lowered the lights and led you over to the small couch.

"You've been thinking about me?" Slash asked, his voice low and slightly husky. You felt heat pool in your abdomen and you nodded.

"What were you thinking about?" Slash asked as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss on your neck. A shiver went down your spine and you took a deep breath.

"I was thinking about how good you looked today and how much I love watching you play guitar," You said softly. Slash hummed against your neck.

"Remember if you change your mind it's okay. I can always take you home," Slash whispered. You nodded in agreement. He always cared about your wellbeing. Making sure you felt good, that you were happy, that you were never uncomfortable. It made it incredibly hard to just be casual with him when he made you feel so loved and cared for.

He gently kissed down your neck and the exposed part of your shoulder from your tank top. The recording light clicked on and you took a deep breath. Well...it's now or never I guess. You pulled off Slash's tank top and he pulled off yours. Today was the one day you decided not to wear a bra and you were pretty glad you didn't. His hand caressed your breast as he kissed down your collarbone toward your nipples. His touch was soft and gentle. It seemed so different from his usual tough demeanor and calloused fingers.

He laid you back on the couch and you started to undo his pants. He quickly pulled you out of your jean shorts and tossed them to the side. You reached into his pants and carefully started to stroke him. He let out a low moan and started to push his pants off.

"You're so beautiful," Slash whispered as he licked across your chest. You couldn't help a small whine that fell from your mouth. He pushed his pants off and stroked himself as he looked down at you, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

You nodded, "I'm sure."

He nodded and lined himself up with your entrance, "You're so incredibly beautiful."

You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face. He gently pushed into you and a long moan fell from your mouth. You had to really focus on not talking too much since it was being recorded. He smiled and paused to let you adjust. You nodded after a moment and he slowly rocked his hips, adjusting the angle until he found the spongy spot that made you cry out.

A long loud moan fell from your mouth and he let out a shaky breath. He hooked his arms around your leg and started to move faster. You grabbed onto his back, digging your nails in slightly earning a groan from him. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "You're so good for me."

Your back arched slightly and you moaned. He smirked and started kissing your neck. He moved faster hitting that spot over and over again causing loud moans and gasps to fall from your mouth. Slash groaned as he watched you and muttered under his breath.

Your legs started to shake and your moans turned into more breathless whines as he pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm. That familiar coil wound up tightly in your stomach. He moved faster, ramming into you over and over. Sweat glistened on his body, he looked so good. He leaned down and started sucking on your neck, earning another loud moan from you.

"That's it," Slash muttered quietly and bit your neck. You let out a small screech and chuckled. He smiled against your neck and lifted your legs slightly as he rammed into you harder. Your hips bucked and you moaned out loudly as that band in your stomach snapped.

"Fuck... you're so good," Slash muttered. He pulled out and stroked himself quickly until he finished on your stomach. You both tried to catch your breath. The recording light clicked off and you both smiled.

"I don't think I want to be casual anymore," Slash said breathlessly. You furrowed your eyebrows.

"What?" You asked, slightly confused and breathless.

"I want the whole world to know you're mine. I don't want anyone else. I haven't wanted anyone else in a long time. I just want you and I want you to be mine," Slash said earnestly. He grabbed his shirt and helped wipe your stomach off not caring about the stains it would cause or the fact that he would now have to go the rest of the day without a shirt.

"Slash...I..." You were completely speechless.

"If that's not what you want I understand. I'll take whatever I can get with you," Slash chuckled slightly.

"No...no I don't want to be casual either," You said as you sat up. He smiled and kissed you softly. A different kind of passion and tenderness filled this kiss.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and I want the whole world to know how lucky I am," Slash mumbled against your lips. You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Are you guys going to come out?" Axl yelled from the other side of the closed door.

Maybe you would, but right now all you cared about was Slash and all he cared about was you.

[flkwh0re]

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Marvel

• Natasha Romanoff

Moms Friend

Broken

Home for Christmas

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie

The Office

Casual - The Continuation

Try it, Bite it, Lick it, Spit it

Guilty Pleasure

• Wanda Maximoff

Babysitter - Part 2

Dark Twisted Fantasy

Sweetest Bunny

• WandaNat

Can’t Sleep

Team Player

Caught

Red Dead Redemption

Nothing here yet.

Resident Evil

•Donna Beneviento

Touchy Desires

[duffslut]

Daddy knows better

Modern! Duff McKagan x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 535

Warnings: Smut! Daddy kink, Age gap, Breeding kink, Dirty talk etc. Minors Dni.

- C'mon it's just a kiss. - Duff said, you were sitting on his bed with your legs crossed and feeling shy. He was sitting across from you, shirtless and horny.

He ran his hand affectionately through your hair, and tucked a lock behind your ear, you lowered your face, embarrassed to look at him.

- Don't be shy, I can teach you. - He spoke softly, but kissed you before you answered him.

His lips tasted like mint candy and were soft and careful against yours.

- Did you like it? - He asked.

- I did. - You answered.

Your eyes wandered over his body, his hands so much bigger than yours, his arm with veins popping out, and a few wrinkles on his face.

- You're old enough to be my dad. - You said and bit your lip, not sure if you should have said that.

- Does that bother you? - Duff asked, you shook your head.

- Not really. - You said, in fact, you loved that he was so much older than you.

Duff took your hand and placed it on his groin, you could feel his incredibly hard member under his pants.

- Will you be a good girl for me? - He asked and you nodded immediately.

Duff moved closer to you and took off your blouse; As soon as your tits were exposed, he touched them and then sucked them with his eyes closed, circling his tongue around your nipples. Your fingers gripped Duff's blonde hair, you were so in need of that.

Your hand felt and squeezed Duff's cock over his pants, his hand over yours encouraged you to do it. He moved up from your tits kissing your skin until he reached your mouth.

- You're my little princess. - He whispered as he kissed you and used one hand to spread your legs.

His fingers caressed your thigh until they reached your wet panties, you moaned when he touched your clit over your panties and it sent a shock through your entire body.

Duff could no longer stand the boner that was almost bursting his pants, he laid your body on the bed, ripped your shorts off and positioned himself between your legs.

- It's too big daddy.. - You whimpered as Duff forced his cock into your tight hole. - It hurts

- You can take it. - Duff said, squeezing his hands on your waist, holding your body tightly as he began to pound inside you completely ignoring what you said.

It took you a while to get used to Duff's cock going in and out of you, but when you did, you just wanted more, his thrusts were so deep inside your pussy and the sweat from his chest was dripping onto your body, you controlled yourself so your moans wouldn't sound so loud as Duff ripped your hole open.

- So fucking tight I'm gonna fill you up. - Duff exclaimed, breathing heavily, moving his hips faster and faster. - Imma put a baby inside you, doll.

At that point, you didn't even care what he said, you just wanted to feel his warm milk filling your womb. Duff leaned forward on top of you and you scratched his back, feeling your orgasm run down your pussy and seconds later feeling Duff's throbbing cock spill his cum inside you.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

heyy I feel like this is a wierd ask so if you don't feel up to it that's totally fine but I was wondering if you could do one for Guns N' Roses where the reader is really clumsy, just tripping on her own foot and in air and falling.

A/n: This is such a good thought but I didn't have any idea how to write it for the longest time but I finally thought of this so I hope you like it!

Warnings: bullying >:( /j

You were looking for a job and couldn't be happier to have been hired by one of your favourite bands, Guns N' Roses. Just going to see them play was a dream of yours but now they had you around with them as much as possible. Mostly because you got them food.

You were a bit clumsy on a good day when you weren't surrounded by big rockers who called you sweetheart. You thought you did a pretty good job at keeping yourself up because no one ever brought it up, so you just carried on with your time there.

The guys always kept an extra spot open for you, if there wasn't one they'd make one for you.

They'd send you off with extra money so you could get yourself a little something as well.

They'd bring you on tours, or at least they'd offer it. When you would come they'd keep their eyes on you at all times, always trying to keep you with the group.

Or so you thought.

Well, they were trying to keep you with the group and they were always keeping eyes on you but not quite for the reasons you thought.

You'd found a list with Steven's name scribbled in the corner. Chair x2, corner x4, door + apologized x3, it just kept going.

Duff turned the corner and waved to you. "What're you lookin' at?" He asked as he neared you.

"What the hell is this list?" You asked with a chuckle, showing the list to him. Duff's eyes widened slightly as he scanned the list.

"Um..." He trailed off, sucking his teeth. He had to laugh. "Of course popcorn would be the one to get us caught."

"You guys track how clumsy I am?!" You yelled, slamming the door open to their recording room. They all burst out laughing.

Duff had explained that at the beginning of every day they make bets on how many times you'll bump into something like bingo, then they keep track of how many times they catch you stumbling and by the end of the day anyone with a bingo wins, if no one gets a bingo the person who caught the most bumps wins.

You handed the paper to Steven and sat between him and Slash on the couch, your arms crossed over your chest as you huffed. "Did you think you were subtle?" Axl asked.

You rolled your eyes. "No!" You chewed your cheek. "I didn't think this would be the outcome..."

"It's fine, it's fun to watch." Duff gleamed. You glared at him.

"You're all paying for my food for the week." You grumbled. You sat there moping for a moment when you had another thought. "Who wins the most?"

Without hesitation Slash exclaimed very loudly; "Me! Me, I do, I win all the time!" Of course it would be him.

[unknownperson246]

I lost the request but here it is!

a/n: someone requested for GNR banging the reader but I think I accidentally deleted the inbox message so here is it!.

so so sorry it’s late but I hope you enjoy it ❤️❤️

Turns For Everyone:

Words: 630

warnings: *smut* *p in v* *BDSM toys* *BDSM kink* *rope kink* *gang bang ‼️* *handjobs* *come play* *oral sex* *m receiving* *breeding kink* *cussing* *multiple orgasms* *dacryphilia*

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You were at the studio hanging out with your friend Duff. You and Duff hooked up occasionally whenever he was desperate for a chick. You always helped Duff out with whatever he needed. Today he brought you to the studio so he could share you with everyone. You had no idea he wanted to share you with his band. You watched Duff rub his hard cock with his filthy thoughts about you. It was your signal to go on him. You went over to Duff and started to bite his lips and take his pants off. Steven watched you and laughed because of Duff's neediness. Izzy was into watching you get on his friend. You yanked your clothes off in front of everyone without any shame thinking it was satisfying for Izzy and Steven. Soon Axl and Slash would come up to the scene of you on top of Duff. Everyone took their pants off and watched you. They all had heavy boners. You were slightly embarrassed. Your cheeks started to turn red. “Give everyone a turn,” Duff said waiting patiently for you to fuck the other guys.

“Sure,” You said, climbing on top of Izzy while you took his huge cock inside of you.

 Steven sat next to Duff as he watched you on Izzy.  You watched Duff and Steven jerk their cocks off near you. Slash and Axl dicks were out for you to touch. You felt Slash bring your hand onto his cock. Axl watched Slash and did the same. Your hands were squishing Slash and Axl’s dicks while you were riding Izzy's cock. 

“Fuck” You moan while feeling Izzy thrusting inside of you. 

“See how good she is?” Duff asked everyone.

Izzy's response to that was a bunch of heavy grunts and moans as he pounded you.

You felt Izzy's orgasm inside of you in return you orgasmed on his cock. Small whimpers and groans left everyone’s mouth. You got onto Duff and gave him a blowjob like he asked for earlier. Your hands were still on Slash’s and Axls dicks giving them handjobs. Soon you felt splatters coming on your back. After Axl was done getting a handjob from you he went over to his bag of toys. Axl always carried BDSM stuff while on tour. You weren't with Duff and you went back on Izzy's lap riding him.

“Fuck. Almost there.” You moan once again while riding his dick.

Izzy had fun watching your face as fresh tears fell from your eyes. You felt Axl's hands slipping something on your mouth. It was a ball gag. You gave Izzy another orgasm. As soon as you were finished Duff helped Axl and Slash tie you up. “I told you to give everyone a fair turn. Now you have to ride us all” Duff smirked at you looking down at you while you were in a vulnerable position where anyone could do anything to you.

 The idea of 5 men in a rock band fucking you like the needy whore you were set sparks flying throughout your body. You felt your pussy pulse with need like never before.  The thought of them doing whatever they wanted to you made you have an involuntary orgasm. They couldn't wait to fuck you all at once if they decided to even fuck you at all. You enjoyed being tied up in front of them all bare with no clothes on or no voice of your opinion so they could use you like a toy. You wanted them to fuck a baby into you. You felt Slash placing his cock at your entrance while Axl and Steven got their turn with you next. Izzy and Duff watched attempting to get hard again so they could fuck you all over again.