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After you put in the quote about the reader and Duff being switches during the NNN fic with him, I need to see a subby Duff get rode into next week 🙏

A/n: I hope I brought justice to this prompt because I love subby men and I love Duff

Warnings: Smut, sub Duff, dom reader, dacryphilia, bondage, mommy kink, praise kink, if you think I missed something please let me know otherwise enjoy!

Duff was tied to the bed, all splayed out for you as you pumped his dick up at a painfully slow pace. His cheeks were already wet with tears that seeped into the pillow under his head. He was a whining, crying mess in your hands.

“What a sweet thing you are.” You praised, giving the head of his cock and light kiss. “All needy for me, all because of a little teasing.” You gave his tip a few kitten licks before taking it into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it.

“Please, please, just fuck me, please!” He cried, kicking slightly even though his ankles were tied. You pulled off his cock, letting go with a pop.

“Yeah? Wanna cum that bad?” Duff nodded, another whimper leaving him. “Alright, since you’ve been good I’ll give you what you want.” You moved to straddle his lap, lining your hole up with his member and slowly sinking down onto him. “Now, since you wanted this, you have to give the orders, understand?” He nodded again but didn’t say anything for a moment.

“Can-can you move? Please? Please move.” He pleaded, looking up at you with wet puppy eyes. You smiled at him and did as he asked, starting to rock your hips on him. This seemed to satisfy him but only partially. “Go faster, please, please! Go faster.” More tears started to leave his eyes which only fueled your ego.

You did as he asked and went faster. Much faster. Bouncing up and down on his cock, which made a prominent bump in your abdomen as per usual. Duff cried out for you, squirming around as much as he could with his restraints. You only laughed at him and kept going, focusing more on your pleasure than his. “No, no! Can’t-can’t take it, please! Please, mommy, be nice, please!” He begged.

“Thought you wanted this?” You asked with a small pout, a fake one of course. You stopped completely to look down at him. “Should we just get dressed and go to bed then?” Duff shook his head.

“No! No, please, need this, need this so bad!” You smiled down at him and got going again, this time a much better speed for him. It wasn’t excruciatingly slow but it wasn’t so fast it hurt. There was a sweet spot somewhere in there that had him moaning so beautifully. “Fuck~ thank you, thank you so much.” He said with a goofy grin. “Ngh- ‘m gonna- cum.” He mumbled.

You kept at that pace, letting him reach his high after all the teasing he went through to get to it. You felt his hot seed hitting your walls and you kept going to let him ride out his high... then you kept going even after.

He was whining again, words slurring together as he pleaded for you to stop and wait for him to catch his breath. “Huh? What was that?” You asked with an innocent expression. “Can’t hear you baby, you gotta speak up.” You started going faster and it didn’t take much for him to start squirming again.

You were bouncing on him and laughing at his reaction to overstimulation. “Fuck, gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” You said, tracing a hand down his torso. You noticed his movements were getting more aggressive but didn’t think too much of it until his hand hit your ass and you realised the ropes were coming undone.

You scrambled to fix it but it was already too late and Duff was soon free to do as he pleased. Of course he was still all sensitive but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still bigger and stronger than you.

The blonde flipped you onto your back, gripping your shoulders tightly as he bit into your neck to silence the whines that wouldn’t stop leaving him. He desperately bucked into you, a thumb rubbing your clit and soon your eyes were rolling back into your head and you were cumming on him. Your back arched and your nails dug into his back as you moaned out his name.

With your cunt squeezing him as you came it wasn’t long before he was cumming again. He cried against you, the sound was so loud and whiny you wondered if he truly was ok.

When he was done he rolled off you and curled up into your side, resting his head on your chest. He took your hand and gave it a soft kiss with his bruised lips. You started playing with his hair and he soon calmed down to quiet sniffles every now and then.

“I love you, mommy.” Duff mumbled, still holding your hand to his lips. You chuckled softly and kissed the top of his head.

“I love you more, Duffy.” You whispered back. “Such a good boy, you know that?” He nodded softly. You saw his eyes were closed and he was almost asleep. “Did so good for me tonight.” You wanted to make sure he fell asleep knowing he was loved so you kept praising him and playing with his hair until you heard his soft snoring.

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Heyyy!! Do you do male!readers??

I do! I haven't gotten any for male!reader yet but I do write for it!

For anyone looking to request something from me don't be afraid to ask for specific pronouns or anatomy, I'd love to write for anyone <3

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

No Nut November - Slash

A/n: This is my personal favourite but that might just be because Slash is my favourite, him and duff... might have to write something with the both of them...

Warnings: Smut, no nut November, oral sex(f receiving), fingering(f receiving), cum eating, slight breeding kink??, if you think I missed anything please let me know otherwise enjoy the final part to this short series :3

Intro

To be honest, he had no idea what the bet was. He tuned everything out and didn’t think twice about it. Axl called him later and told him no fucking before Steven. That made no sense to him and he just went home to go about his time.

When he got home he tried to explain it to you over dinner. Which was hard when he didn’t know what he was talking about in the first place. He managed to get the point across about not having sex for the month of November, you were upset but given the circumstances let it pass. You didn’t want to be missing out on a whole month of sex, however something you hadn’t thought about until the next.

You were downstairs making breakfast, as per usual because your manchild doesn’t know how to cook. Frankly you don’t want him to try, you like your house nice and not burn down. You were getting the plates set up when you remembered you had to go out of town for a family thing.

You rushed upstairs to your shared bedroom and found Slash stretched out over the bed. You gently shook him awake and told him about it. “So even if we wanted to do something we couldn’t!” You exclaimed. Slash stared at you blankly, clearly not awake.

“Alright.” He mumbled and face planted into his pillow. You smiled at him, brushing his hair out of the way and giving him a kiss on his forehead.

“Breakfast is ready, by the way.” He groaned.

You went about your day as you usually did, taking some time to pack your bags. You crawled into bed with Slash and he curled up nice and tight to you for a last night together before you left in the morning, likely before he’d wake up for breakfast.

Since you weren’t home for the majority of the month this challenge was easy for you. Slash called whining about it to you more than once but nothing ever actually happened, more often than not one of you would end up talking the other to sleep which was more than welcomed.

When you got back it was between him and Izzy but that was quick to end. Slash came home tired and hugged you from behind while you were cooking. “Izzy’s out.” He mumbled into the crook of your neck.

“Oh, yeah?” You responded. “That means you’re the only one left, right?” Slash was silent for a moment as he thought about it. In the end he never did give you an answer.

Slash dropped to his knees behind you and pulled your pants down. “When the fuck did you get these?” You looked down at him, cheeks red and brows raised in confusion. Slash shook his head and tore your panties off of you before forcefully spreading your legs and licking your flushed cunt.

You abandoned your cooking, turning the stove off while you could as Slash’s tongue worked tirelessly between your folds. You gasped at the feeling, holding onto the counter as he held you down on his face. He sucked your clit and dipped his tongue into you, eating you up so deliciously you could’ve cum right then and there.

Slash pulled back and stood up behind you, harshly bringing you to the island behind you so he could bend you over it. He pulled himself out of his jeans and gave his cock a few strokes as he stared down at your ass. “Been waiting too long for this.” He gleamed in that soft, raspy voice of his before pushing himself all the way into you.

He groaned loudly behind you while you let out a high pitched whine against the cold marble under you. He didn’t waste a single moment before pounding into you, gripping your hips with a bruising hold.

Oftentimes Slash wasn’t quiet, especially when he was needy or pent up and right now he was both. The house filled with echoed sounds of skin slapping on slick skin, your whines and Slash’s grunts and moans.

Your body bounced up and down the island surface with every thrust. Slash couldn’t take his eyes off of where your bodies met, where he disappeared into you before pulling out and pushing back in. He watched in pure amazement as you took him all in with ease.

“Slash! Slash, ‘m gonna-gonna cum!” You whined, hands twitching as your body quickly lost control of itself.

“Fuck, me too, ‘m gonna cum inside.” He said and with a few more thrusts he sent you over the edge. Your body quivered as you squirt on his dick. Slash followed you over and came inside you, coating your gummy walls in a thick layer of his seed just as he said he would.

Of course he didn’t even think to give you a moment to recuperate. He pulled you up and spun you around to face him, crashing his plump lips against yours. You could still taste yourself on his tongue as it danced with yours, saliva mixing together and dribbling down your chin in his haste to feel good.

He groped your body, ass, chest, whatever he could reach. He pulled you tight to him and tugged on your skin, slapping your ass and shoving a finger or two into you just to make you squirm. He hoisted you up onto the counter, lined himself up and slid into you, getting into a rhythm and hitting that spot in you that had you seeing stars.

Fuck, you loved the way he made you feel. His mouth never left you as he rut into you like a dog, desperate for release once more. He was a whining mess as he got closer, in turn bringing you closer as well.

You moaned loudly in his ear while he sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck. One of his hands was buried in your hair, tugging on it gently, while the other went to rub your clit, overstimulating you a bit.

You gripped his shoulders. Your nails dug into his back and without warning he came in you again. He paused for a moment, cock still stuffed deep inside of you as he processed what just happened. Once he had, at least mostly, he continued fucking you. He’d lost any sense of rhythm and you were sure he was overstimulating himself at this point so you gently pushed him back.

“‘M ok, Slash, don’t have to keep going.” You assured, though you weren’t thrilled with the idea. Slash stopped again and pulled out and went back on his knees. His lips suctioned to yours as he ate you once more, though now he was licking his own cum out of you. He didn’t seem to care, all his mind was set on was making you cum and when his lips latched onto your clit and sucked, his tongue swirling around it while he looked up at you with the sweetest puppy eyes you couldn’t help it.

You squirted on his face, your cum mixing with his as it hit his chin, getting in his mouth. He didn’t pull away until he was sure you were done.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around you, burying his sticky face in the crook of your neck. He pulled you off the counter but your legs were shaking so bad you couldn’t hold yourself up. Slash wasn’t in much better condition and slowly lowered the both of you to the ground so he could hold you properly.

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PLEASE POST THE IZZY PART FOR THE NO NUT NOVEMBER

A/n: Only one more of these to make B). This was going to be much shorter but it felt weird to make one really short when the other's are longer so I just kept going and I like this ending much more than the other one and I hope you agree, Izzy lovers are honestly the best kinds of people.

Warnings: smut, oral sex(f+m receiving), fingering(f receiving), degradation, drugs, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Intro

Izzy left the studio with not much care. So long as he wasn’t the first out no one would care, right? Besides, all he really wanted was to stir the pot as per usual, and he did it like a pro. That’s all there was to it. He went on with his business and didn’t think too much about it.

Or so he thought.

He wasn’t doing anything with anyone, staying home more often than not and if he wasn’t he was getting cracked out of his mind at parties where that’s all anyone was doing, no one was getting ready for some action.

His stash was running low so he invited some people over, hoping to fix off of them. When people started showing up and getting loaded he happened to notice someone he’d never seen before.

He asked around and someone eventually gave him something. A friend of a friend of a dealer. Izzy didn’t think too much of it, someone else just trying to get high like him, what’s there to it?

Only, he kept catching her watching him.

At some point he’d gone to the bathroom to snort something alone. He’d just started when you came in and closed the door behind you. He gave you a look. “Sorry, I’m not sharing.” He mumbled.

“I’m not into that stuff.” You responded as he snorted another line. He looked back up at you with a confused expression.

“Then why are you here?” You shrugged and looked up to the fluorescent lighting.

“I’m into other stuff.” Izzy nodded.

“Smack?” He asked, looking at your arm for any track marks. “Heroin?” You took a step closer to him. “Come on, give me a hint, at least.” He asked with a wonky smile. You chewed your cheek and dropped to your knees, looking up at him with innocent starry eyes.

When Izzy saw that he was reminded of the bet. Now, he wasn’t ready to say no to a face like that but he wasn’t ready to forfeit either. Tough decision.

“Sorry, I can’t, my friends and I have this bet-”

“What kind of bet?” You interrupted.

“To see who can last the whole month without, like, doing anything.” He chuckled to himself at how stupid it sounded in his mind.

“Would you be the first one out?” Izzy let out a heavy breath at that and shook his head. All he wanted was to stir the pot and not be the last one out, right now it was just him and Slash. Oh shit, he was in the finals! He hadn’t thought about it that way. “Then what’s the big deal?” Izzy sucked his bottom lip and stared down at you, trying to think through the haze in his mind.

You stayed on your knees, looking up at him and watching for a reaction as you lifted up his shirt. Just enough so you could see his happy trail and press your plush lips to his abdomen. That pretty much killed any thought Izzy had against this.

As you kissed him he undid his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers, hitting you in the face with his dick. You happily took the tip into your mouth and started swirling your tongue around it while your hand came up to stroke him.

He was already leaning against the counter behind him for stability when you took more of him into your mouth, getting yourself used to him hitting the back of your throat before taking him all in your mouth, gagging slightly on his length.

Izzy’s head was thrown back  in pleasure as your head bobbed up and down on him. You started touching yourself through your clothes, getting off on Izzy’s pleasure. When you started moaning around his member he couldn’t help cum, the vibrations sent him over the edge. He grabbed you by the back of the head  and pulled you down on him as he shot his load down your throat, guttural groans slipping past his lips.

When he was done he let go of you and let you pull away to catch your breath. You wiped your mouth and chin of the drool that had slipped out the corners of your mouth.

Izzy tilted your head up with a finger under your chin. “Did you swallow it all?” He asked with a lazy grin. You smiled up at him and opened your mouth wide to show you had. “Good girl.”

Having lost the bet already there was no point in looking back now. He gestured for you to get up and you did, now standing in front of him. He brought his hand to your waist and guided you to the counter where he could bend you over, lifting your skirt over your ass to give him a perfect view of you.

You were wearing a thin pair of panties and fishnet stockings. Izzy admired you for a moment before gripping the fishnets and snapping the weak threads holding them together, making a bigger opening for him. He pinned your panties to the side and thrust into you, your cunt already soaked.

He waited a moment, taking in how hot you felt wrapped around him, the face he could see you making in the mirror. He started moving, watching your face for a reaction he liked and when he saw one he knew to keep hitting that spot.

Of course it had your mind running miles a minute. The way his tip kissed that perfect spot inside you that had you seeing stars over and over again. His hold on your hips was tight, sure to leave bruises for you to look back on with fond memories.

Your favourite were the soft grunts and groans you’d hear in your ear. Heavy breaths mixed with the occasional moan. He was watching you in the mirror but you were also watching him as his head rolled back, you’d catch glimpses of his eyes crossing before he shut them tight.

Izzy took a hand off your hip to turn your face towards him so he could kiss you. His tongue slipped past your lips with ease. Your moans fell onto his lips as you came hard around him, slick dripping down between your thighs. The way you clenched around him was the last straw for him and he came again inside of you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you impossibly closer to him.

“Fuck.” Izzy breathed, kissing you one last time before pulling away and watching his cum ooze out of you. He dropped to his knees and started lapping at your folds.

“Fuck!” You squeaked and tried to push his head away but he didn’t budge. “Izzy! Izzy, s’too much.” You whined. He responded with a harsh slap on your ass, leaving a pink mark. He continued eating you out like his life depended on it, sucking every ounce of your dignity you had as you watched yourself in the mirror. Your face contorting in pleasure, your hips bucking back to meet his face.

He pushed a skilled finger into you, making you cum with only a few pumps as he hit that same special spot every time and sent you over the edge.

“You’re such a bitch, you know that?” He mumbled as he stood up again behind you, now holding you and resting his head on your shoulder. “Sneaking into my house, getting me into the bathroom, sucking me off when I told you I couldn’t...” He had this smirk as he spoke, it was tired but carried a very needed amount of teasing.

“You could’ve stopped me if you wanted to.” You replied in an equally tired manner, leaning back on him slightly.

“I didn’t want to.” He said firmly, giving your neck a soft kiss.

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Please do an 80s slash x fem!reader where he’s jealous that Axl’s been spending time with you 🫣

A/n: Took this in a slightly different direction, hope that's ok. I love Slash so much, he just looks so pretty in every picture, I need to write for him more :'3

Warnings: Smut, fingering(f receiving), slight degradation, squirting, if you think I missed anything please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Yours and Slash’s relationship wasn’t known to everyone. Honestly you weren’t sure it even was a relationship, really. Around everyone else you two were just friends, sometimes barely even that.

You were just part of the crew that came with GNR on tour. You were supposed to stay in a room with another crew member but Slash usually brought you into his room, mostly for sex. Sometimes he’d use you as a cover, bring you over and lock himself in the bathroom, if anyone happened to knock on the door you’d answer and they’d leave.

You knew what he was doing in there, late into the night. You weren’t happy about his drug habits but you couldn’t do anything about it, anything that would really change his mind in the moment. Besides, if you were there with him you could at least keep an eye on him and make sure he was safe. Well, safeish.

When he’d come out he’d be all tired and whiny. He’d crawl into bed with you and lay his head on your lap or chest depending on how you were set up in bed. You’d play with his hair until he fell asleep, then you’d eventually fall asleep yourself.

Since neither of you had ever asked to define the relationship, or at least tell people what you’ve been doing, you didn’t see a problem when Axl started hanging around you.

It started as joining you for breakfast or asking you to come with him and the guys for lunch but has since escalated to him asking you to meet him later at night when he’d be alone in his room back at hotels or in his room backstage after shows.

You declined him the first few times. I mean, even if you and Slash hadn’t decided anything you were still kind of a thing, right?

Slash started becoming more distant, leaving you to sleep with other crew members instead of bringing you down to his room. A few times you saw him with other girls, that was something of a breaking point for you. After that you said yes to Axl’s requests.

You wore your best outfits for him whenever, whether you were going out for breakfast or sneaking into his dressing room. You told yourself you were happier this way, Axl was treating this like more of a relationship, at least, though still neither of you called the other anything.

More than once you caught yourself picturing Slash behind you when you were with Axl. At night if you were in your own bed you’d set the pillows up and pretend it was Slash. You’d listen to Axl ranting about anything and everything but all you could think about was Slash... 

You were heading to Axl’s dressing room when their show was coming to an end as you had been doing. This time another crew member stopped to talk to you about something. Normally you preferred getting to the ginger's room before they got off stage so you could wait for him but this time you heard them getting their stuff off.

Quick, aggressive footsteps approached you. You assumed it was Axl but it was Slash who turned the corner in a rush to get to you. He was shirtless and the fly of his jeans was down, a thin layer of sweat coating him.

You knew the dressing rooms were all down this hallway so you thought nothing of it until he grabbed your wrist and pulled you with him. You glanced back at the person you were talking to but they were already off, not seeming to care at all.

Slash pulled you into his room, shoving you through the door. “What the hell, Slash?” You asked, whipping around to look at him.

“Don’t ‘what the hell’ me!” He snapped, approaching you once more. “I don’t talk to you and you start fucking Axl?” Your mouth opened and closed a few times before you actually got anything out.

“It’s not like you weren’t doing anything either!” You barked back.

“At least I wasn’t fucking your friends!” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Maybe if you’d told him about us he wouldn’t have tried anything.” You mumbled.

Slash scoffed. “Who cares if we’re together or not?”

“I care!” You yelled. “I care if we’re together or not, it would save me a lot of pain.” You could feel your eyes tearing up and you bit your lip to quiet your heavy breathing.

Slash didn’t say anything for a moment, which made it harder for you to hold back your tears.

He came over to you and held your face in his pretty, calloused hands, making you look up at him so he could kiss you. You didn’t wait a moment to kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting his tongue slip past your lips.

He let a hand fall from your face and trail down your side to your ass. He gave it a squeeze and a light slap before getting a hand in your pants. “No underwear?” He mumbled against your lips. “Fucking whore, going to meet Axl like this, weren’t you?” He pushed a finger into you, feeling how wet you already were. You gasped softly, arching your back at the feeling.

He continued fingering your hole, lips still connected to yours as he guided you to the door. He didn’t want to leave, he wanted to fuck you against it so everyone could hear how good he made you feel, so everyone could hear that you were his.

You moaned into his mouth, knees buckling and legs squeezing together at how he was making you feel. “Ah~ ‘M gonna, ngh, gonna cum.” You mustered. Slash smirked and went to kiss your neck, sucking and biting right where he knew you were most sensitive. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came on his fingers.

Slash didn’t pull his fingers out, letting you ride out your high with him still in you. When you calmed down you saw he was grinning  ear to ear and he was staring down at your crotch. He’d managed to get you out of your pants when you were going to the door, giving him the perfect view of you squirting which you hadn’t even realised you’d done until you saw the puddle beneath you.

“You’ve never done that with me before.” He said with a soft chuckle. “Didn’t do that with Axl, did you?” You looked up at him and shook your head. “Good girl.” He turned you around and pulled himself out of his jeans before pushing into you.

He had you pinned against the door, his hands on your hips and your back arching for him. He didn’t even have to thrust into you with the way your cunt was pulling him in.

The room filled with your moans and his grunts as he fucked you hard and deep, just the way he knows you like it. He brought his arm around you to play with your clit. “Fuck! Slash, gonna make me cum again.” You whined, pushing your ass to him. Slash didn’t say anything and just kept fucking you.

You glanced back at him over your shoulder to see him staring at where you sucking him in, over and over again, waiting to watch you squirt on him again. Seeing him so desperate to see you cum again had your head running wild and you couldn’t keep it together, juices gushing out of you once more and your walls practically locked Slash inside of you.

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close as he bucked into you a few more times before cumming deep inside of you, painting your walls in his seed. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He mumbled, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You chuckled softly at him. “I love you.”

You paused for a moment at that. Did he really just say that? You thought. “What was that..?” You asked, thinking he might’ve misspoke, or he was too out of it for it to mean anything.

“I said, I love you.” He repeated in your ear. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner, didn’t think I’d risk having you sleep with Axl.” He joked. “No matter what happens, promise me you won’t stoop that low again.” He kissed your cheek.

“Promise.” You returned the kiss and turned to hug him back.

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Omg can you please do a part 2 to the “pervert Dave” headcannons, I’m begging, thank youu

A/n: Don't ask why I changed the format for this one, can't explain, just enjoy <3

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, dom!reader sub!Dave, slight bondage, begging, if you think I missed something please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Link to part 1

He hadn’t quite noticed you yet, eyes shut tight as his hand kept moving up and down his length. The little piece of fabric in his hands, your panties, was soaked through with his cum. You could tell by how red his dick was that he’d been going at this for a while

You watched him, mesmerised at how he moved, the sounds he made. Soft moans and low grunts. How his back arched slightly, indicating he was close again.

“Naughty boy.” You said at last, clueing Dave into your presence. He shot up and covered himself with the blanket, tossing the used panties away, as if you hadn’t already seen them.

“I-I’m sorry! Fuck, I didn’t- I didn’t know you were coming over.” He sputtered, face flushed a bright red as he looked anywhere but you.

You tsked and shook your head at him. “Touching yourself with my clothes?” You came over and sat on the edge of the bed. “Could’ve just asked for some help, you know.” Dave stared at you as you came over to sit with him, taking in everything you’re saying.

“I-I could’ve..?” He asked, his voice airy. You nodded with a hum.

“Not anymore.” You said with a sigh. “You lost that chance, didn’t you?” Dave shook his head and reached out for you, not caring that the blanket moved off of him.

“No, no, I didn’t! I didn’t mean to, please!” He whined, tugging on your arm. “Please fuck me.” You chewed your cheek, looking him up and down. You smirked and reached for his pulsing cock, giving it a few slow strokes.

“You wanted to cum so bad, did you?” He whined in response and relaxed a little as you started jerking him off. Of course you wanted him to get what he wanted, helping him to reach another high, but that wasn’t all you had planned. He wanted to cum, so he’s going to cum until you’re done.

Dave was now on his back, you had to tie his wrists to the bed at some point because he just wouldn’t stop squirming. His stomach, chest and thighs were all covered in spurts of his cum, the bed sheets were also soaked through and your hand was no exception to his mess.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, he was sobbing and begging for you to stop but you knew he didn’t want you to, not when he was helplessly bucking his hips up to your hand.

You never thought you’d love seeing him in this state so much, all fucked out and whining like a bitch in heat. You couldn’t stop yourself from pulling more and more orgasms out of him, all just to see his face contorted in pleasure.

You could see in his eyes he could barely stay conscious so you decided enough was almost enough. “Just one more for me, alright? Just one more’s all I need, baby boy.” He whined softly at that but nodded and continued to squirm in your hold. His cock twitching in your hand as you sped up once more.

It didn’t take much at this point, he was ready to cum untouched and the way you toyed with his tip had him drooling and soon he was leaking all over your hand again, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Dave’s body finally gave in, going limp onto the mattress beneath him. His body was still twitching as he looked up at you, eyes glazed over and not fully focusing on your figure. You smiled at him and gave him a quick peck on the forehead before going off to get something to clean him up with.

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Don't Stop

A/n: Since people seem to love James, feed you gremlins <3

Warnings: Smut, oral sex(f receiving), fingering(f receiving), semi-public sex?? If you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy :3

You were laying in bed bored out of your mind. You had the radio going but it was on some older station for conservative grandparents trying to take away rock and metal because of its association with the devil. You wanted to change it but the stereo was on the other side of the room so you just let it play. The music wasn’t that bad. At least that’s what you told yourself.

You were trying to think of something to do, literally anything at that point. Eventually you decided to just get out of bed and get ready, even if just for a walk you needed something to do.

It was while you were getting ready you heard it. It wasn’t faint, a very loud ringing sound, almost. You looked out your window and from there you could see a blond dude was playing guitar in his garage with the door wide open. You stared at him for a while, opening your window and leaning out to really hear you.

He looked around a bit when he felt eyes on him and eventually saw you hanging out your window. He smiled and waved at you before looking back to the guitar in his hands and started playing Flight of Icarus by Iron Maiden. You watched for a bit before finishing getting ready, this time with a new purpose.

You left the window open so you could keep listening to the blond as he played some of your favourite songs.

Once ready you quickly rushed to meet him, telling your parents you were going on a walk before heading out and going across the street.

He watched as you came closer, trying to focus on his playing but quickly losing track of the song when you came over to him. “Don’t stop.” You urged as you came in and sat beside him. He was on an old couch that looked to have been around for a while.

He chuckled and shook his head. “I just- I got distracted, is all.” He said with a goofy grin, looking down at his lap as he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. “You wanna try?” He asked, nervously pushing the guitar towards you. You hesitated but took it anyway and strummed out a chord. All it was was a wall of noise, definitely not good noise.

You held your hand over the strings to get it to stop and heard him laughing beside you. His laugh was so pure and giddy that it made you smile too.

You handed the guitar back, but not before adding “Guess we know who’s been practising.”

He took it back but didn’t play anything. “I’m James.” He said, finally looking up at you. You told him your name and he just kept staring at you. “You’re- nevermind.” He mumbled and went back to playing.

“No, wait, I wanna hear it.” You said, leaning forward so you could look up at him. He had that same smile as he played, now making this a game. You followed the wire leading out of his guitar to find where it connected and unplugged it from the amp.

“Hey, I was using that!” He exclaimed as he reached over you to plug it back in. You held the cable over your head and farther away from him.

“Nuh-uh, tell me what you were gonna say about me!” James set his guitar to the side and got up to get the cord but you kept pulling it away from him, switching hands to make it harder as you giggled at his frustration. The grin never left so you assumed he was having just as much fun with you as you were him.

James eventually got your wrists in his hands and held them above your head so he could get the wire back. “Wow, didn’t know you were into this stuff, Jamie.” You giggled as he plugged it back in. You watched his face flush and he dropped your hands, shyly going back to sit beside you to keep playing. “You only know metal songs?” You asked, not particularly mad if he did, but he shook his head and started playing something else.

“I know other songs,” he said, gaze fixated on the strings, “I just really like metal.” You hummed in understanding, watching for a moment longer before leaning your head on his shoulder. His fingers paused for a moment and he looked at you.

“Don’t stop, I like watching you play.” You mumbled. “You have nice hands.” You said even softer, though you know he heard you.

He let his hand go to your leg for a moment, running up and down your thigh and giving your knee a squeeze before he went back to playing.

James only got through a few riffs before he stopped again. This time he got up, set his guitar down and went to the door leading into his house. You thought he was leaving but he just clicked a button to get the garage door to close, locking you in there.

You looked around as the room darkened almost completely before James turned the light on, though it didn’t help a whole lot and cast a yellow tint to everything.

“I’m sorry, I just think you’re the hottest person I have ever seen.” He still had that nervous smile that seeped into his voice but his tone carried a sense of desire now.

Once he got close enough to you he got on his knees, planting his hands on your thighs. You had to admit, the switch in behaviour was hot, especially the way he looked up at you with such need.

He undid your jeans and pulled them down, leaving your panties to give you some sense of comfort. He saw the wet spot that had formed on them and bit his lip. “Fuck, you’re so...” He trailed off.

“So, what?” You asked. “If you’re gonna say something, say it.” You said. He looked up at you and kissed a trail up your inner thigh, leaving a few bites before kissing your clothed clit.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” He smiled and tugged your panties down. He licked a strip between your folds, gathering the slick that was already there before he pushed his tongue into you. Your jaw dropped in a soft ‘oh’ as he lapped at you.

His tongue circled your clit and dipped into you. Soon he brought his fingers up and pushed on into you as well, causing you to throw your head back.

Your hands found places in his hair, tugging on the blond locks and pulling his head closer to you. “Hah~ Fuck, Jamie! Jamie, ‘m gonna cum.” Your words came out breathy between moans. He stuck another finger into you, now fucking your hole with two of his long, calloused digits while his tongue worked wonders on your sensitive nub.

You bucked your hips to meet his pace as you started to cum undone. “Cumming, fuck- ‘m fucking cumming!” You practically screamed. James slapped a hand over your mouth but didn’t stop, instead choosing to let you ride out your high on him.

When he saw you were starting to twitch at the overstimulation he pulled away and sat back next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and holding you close. “My brother’s home.” He said and kissed your forehead. “Gotta stay a little quiet.”

You huffed and nuzzled closer to him. “A warning would’ve been great.” He chuckled softly at you and wiped his mouth and chin which were coated in your juices. You looked up at him with a smile and stars in your eyes. “Your turn?”

James paused and looked back down at you.

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Christian Woman - p.1

A/n: wrote this on my phone so apologize for any spelling mistakes, I’ve had this idea for a while so I hope people like it and I can get it done lol

Warnings: religion is a big part of this short series, if you aren’t comfortable with that don’t force yourself to read something you aren’t comfortable with <3 there will be smut in later parts but not this one

You were never into all that devil worship stuff, your parents always told you it would get you sent to hell, taint your soul and cry your spirits. So you never listened to it.

You had friends who listened to it though, you never cared all too much what other thought, what they did under their roofs was their own business, business that you didn’t need to bother with.

Your friend brought you to a Korn concert, they won tickets from a radio contest and had been planning on bringing someone else but they cancelled. Not wanting to go alone they brought you.

You guys got right up close to the stage. Your friend was having the time of their life, singing along to every song, jumping up and down. You were just trying not to get crushed.

You couldn’t help but notice the one member staring in your direction the whole time. You thought he was staring at your friend but he gave you picks, tried talking to you between songs. You weren’t sure how to react through it all but your friend kept encouraging you.

When the concert was finally over you were trying to leave with your friend but security stopped you. One guy told you to go backstage but didn’t say for what.

Worried about what it was about you pushed anything else aside and went. Your friend was very proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone, they were also very excited to hear about the stories you’d tell tomorrow.

You followed someone backstage and into a room with a couch, mini fridge and small table. Nothing fancy but quant. Utterly disgusting, but quant.

You sat down on the couch and waited.

After a few minutes the metal head who’d been staring at you came in.

“Hey, how’re you?” He asked as he came to sit down beside you.

“Fine.” You answered, nervously looking around. “Why did you want me to come here?” You asked, bringing your gaze back to him.

“I saw you in the crowd and just thought…” He inched closer to you, bringing his hand up to your face. “Wow… that is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life.” You hated to admit that he made your cheeks warm, even more so you hated that he made your stomach swirl.

“So I’m pretty? That’s it?” You stated, pulling away from him slightly. He scoffed.

“Pfft, no!” He trailed his hand down your neck, letting it rest on your shoulder. His gaze wandered lower to the necklace around your neck. “I wanted to bring you back here and-” He paused. “Is that a cross?” He asked, holding the small charm.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Are you religious or just like it?” He asked, examining your outfit and figuring it’s not the latter.

“Of course I’m religious.” You answered, almost taking offence to his question.

“And you came to a Korn concert?”

“It was for my friend.” He nodded in understanding.

“So, like, religious how?”

“Like specifics?”

“Sex wise.” He clarified, dropping the charm. Your face flushed and you looked away.

“I’m not doing that.” You stated sternly.

“I’m not asking you to.” He relaxed back into the couch, throwing an arm over your shoulder but not trying to pull you any closer. “I just want to get to know you.” He said with a smile.

He started asking you questions, nothing too deep just things to get to know you. You answered coldly at first but as he kept talking to you you started opening up more, the fact it was getting later didn’t help much either.

Head noticed you getting tired and let you lean on him as he continued the conversation.

“Tired?” He finally asked when he saw you were struggling to keep his eyes open. You were curled up against him, head resting on his chest.

You nodded, letting out a soft sigh. “I don’t know how I’m getting home.” You said with a soft chuckle. You were about to fall asleep and weren’t thinking all too clearly but deep down you were scared of how you’re parents would react to you being so late…

“How about I bring you back to my place?” Head asked with a smile as he looked down at you. He had an arm around you now, holding you closer to him.

You looked up at him with a look. “This was your plan?” Head looked back down at you with a raised brow. “Wait till I was tired and then sneak me back to your place?” Head chuckled and shook his head.

“No, no, just a happy accident.” He smiled down at you. “I could just drive you back to your place if you want, my place just sounds more fun.” You waited a moment before responding.

“Can you drive me home?” Head nodded.

“Of course.” He got up from the couch and helped you up as well, holding onto you as he walked you through the halls of the backstage area and to the near empty parking lot where his car was parked.

He helped you into the passenger seat and got into the drivers side. He turned the car on and turned to you. “You gonna give me directions?” You we’re leaning against the door, eyes closed and breathing soft. He smiled at you and started driving, with no directions he just brought you back to his place.

He carried you inside and got you into his bed. He thought about getting in with you for a moment but eventually decided against it, he was already risking it by bringing you to his place, if you woke up before him he didn’t want you totally freaking out.

He kissed your forehead softly and left you to sleep as he went to the couch, getting himself as comfortable as he could be in the makeshift bed.

You woke up in an unfamiliar dark room. Once your eyes adjusted to the dark you saw it was a bedroom. You got out of bed and turned the light on, looking around for any signs of where you were.

Cautiously, you poked your head out of the room and saw the TV was on and there was a figure on the couch.

The man stood up and came over to you. “Hey, hey, what are you doing up..?” Head asked, his voice soft.

“I just woke up…” You mumbled. “Where am I..?”

“My place,” he started, “I was gonna bring you home but you fell asleep and I didn’t know where home was so I just brought you back here.” He explained. He held you face in his hands and kissed your forehead again before guiding you back to bed. “I can drive you home tomorrow, right now just sleep, ok?”

You got into bed, almost falling asleep when your head hit the pillow. You looked up to see Head leaving. “Stay?” You mumbled.

Head paused in the doorway, slowly turning to you. “You want me to stay?” You nodded.

“I-I’m already breaking rules, might as well break all of them.” Head quickly came over and crawled into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

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No Nut November - Steven

A/n: I had no motivation to write this but I'm happy it's finally done and I can add to this short series that people seem to be enjoying, oddly enough I don't expect this one to get the same love as the others just because it's Steven BUT I LOVE POPCORN

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, Steven being sad, reader admits to getting off on Steven in the middle of the night, if you think I missed something let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Intro

No nut November was a stupid idea, he never should’ve brought it up. The month hadn’t even started yet and he was pissed.

He left the studio with a headache just thinking about what would happen when he eventually lost. Even after moving in with you he’s woken up multiple times with stains on his underwear, all while you were sound asleep beside him.

He blasted the radio on his way home. Once he got to your shared apartment he couldn’t bring himself to get out and just sat there listening to Aerosmith’s “Crazy”, and a whole lot of their other sad songs. How did the radio know what he needed? And why was it all one of his favourite bands? He didn’t know, but he took it as a sign anyway and sat in his self-pity.

Eventually you came out and knocked on his window. He rolled it down and looked up at you with sad eyes and pouty lips.

“Did something happen?” You asked, reaching out for him and holding his face in your hand. He shook his head. “Then why are you sad?” He took a deep breath and rolled the window up, turned the car off and got out.

“Let’s just go inside.” He mumbled, an arm going over your shoulder as he walked you back inside.

Steven went straight for the couch and turned the TV on to distract himself. You went to the kitchen and got dinner, the dinner you made before he got home. It was a little cold but edible nonetheless.

“You wanna talk about it?” You asked as you sat beside him. Steven poked at his food and slumped back on the couch.

“The guys and I have a bet going to see who can go a whole month without-” He stopped abruptly, not wanting to say it in front of your home cooked chicken.

“Without..?” You repeated softly, wanting him to finish what he was saying, though you had a pretty good idea on what he meant. “We can’t do anything for a month?” You finally asked, the drummer solemnly shook his head.

“It sucks ‘cause I know I’m gonna lose, I mean, I can’t even count the amount of wet dreams I get from just sleeping beside you.” You froze for a second. Steven must have seen that because he groaned. “Shit, sorry, I guess you didn’t know.”

“Guess I’ll have to stop doing that...” You muttered under your breath.

“You’ll stop doing what?” He looked at you with a smile, wanting to hear this dirty little secret you’ve been keeping from him.

“Well, it’s just,” you started, cheeks starting to heat up, “sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and-and you just look so pretty beside me...” You trail off, now it’s your turn to poke your food.

“Do you fuck me in my sleep?” He asked, sounding more proud than anything. You drop your fork with a huff.

“I don’t do that, I just- I may or may not...” You trail off again, poking your food once more.

“Do you get off on me in the middle of the night?” Steven asked with a big smile and bright eyes. You huffed again and that was all the confirmation he needed. “Oh, sweetheart, you could’ve just woken me up, I would’ve loved to help you out!”

“I know, but I don’t want to wake you up for something that simple when I know you won’t wake up if I just do it.” I look up at him with a small pout that quickly fades to a grin. “You sleep like a dead log, by the way.” You added with a chuckle. Steven scoffed and threw a cooked cut of carrot at you.

After that conversation Steven had more hope in this bet. Then he heard that Duff was out and he thought it would be even easier! The cherry on top was Axl getting out before him, oh he was teasing the ginger about it the rest of the day. Axl almost killed him for it, but he had no regrets.

He came home to you, hoping to tell you about it because he was so proud of himself for lasting longer than Axl, the man who started it. Kind of, it was mostly the drummer's fault for bringing up NNN in the first place. However, when he got home he found you already asleep on the couch.

Steven thought you were adorable, all curled up in your blankets with the TV on. God, he loved you so much.

He picked you up and carried you to bed, helping you out of your jeans and into something a little comfier before crawling into bed with you and falling asleep with his head on your chest, his favourite sleeping position.

“Stevie.” You whispered in his ear. “Come on, Stevie.” You gave him a little shake, trying to wake him up. When he didn’t stir you moved to sit on his lap, hovering over his limp dick with your hands planted on his fluffy chest. “Stevie~” You purred. “Stevie I need you~” You leaned forward and started kissing his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin and biting his earlobe.

Finally the man began to wake up. “What are you- Oh~” He hummed when he put two and two together. “Couldn’t wait till morning?” You shook your head and rolled over beside him.

“I know you can’t do anything but...” You trailed off, tracing shapes on his bare chest.

“But..?” He prompted. You looked up at him with pleading eyes and a pout you know he just can’t say no to.

“Please..?”

“Please what?” His hand trailed up your arm and down your side before landing on your waist, giving it soft squeezes.

“What if you just fingered me or something?” You asked, thinking of other alternatives. Steven thought about it for a moment before crawling over you, slowly lowering himself further down the bed.

“I’ve got a better idea.” He mused as he tugged on the waistband of your shorts. His shorts, really, he got you into them because he thought they’d be more comfortable while you slept.

He pulled them off of you, as well as your underwear, and stayed like that for a moment just admiring your slick folds before delving into them. His tongue worked wonders on your sensitive parts, dipping into your cunt and circling your clit, sucking on the nub and making you go cross eyed with moans spilling out of you like a second language.

You had barely noticed that Steven had started grinding himself against the bed. His only thought was pleasuring you, though usually when he ate you out he’d do this, it was instinctual to get himself off on getting you off. He couldn’t help it, his drooling cock was bright red and ready to burst the same way you were, the knot in your gut quickly coming undone.

You screamed out his name, your hands pulling his hair as your thighs clamped down on his head. You often did that and he never complained once, rather loving the feeling of being locked to you.

You felt him moaning around you and when you looked down you could see he was twitching, he looked ready to cry.

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?” You cooed, leaning forward a bit to get a better look at him. Steven got up and looked down to see a huge wet spot on his sweats, right where his cock was bulging through.

“I-I didn’t mean to-” He sputtered, clearly not over his high. You weren’t nearly as pent up as he’d been, getting yourself off whenever the need came about, the only difference was that Steven wasn’t the one getting you off. You hadn’t thought about how pent up he must’ve been, hell he probably didn’t put too much thought into it either.

“Well,” you started, still staring at his crotch, “if you’re out now there’s nothing keeping us from continuing... right?” You asked, looking  up at him.

“Yeah, but...” Steven trailed off.

“But..?”

“I’m tired.” He said and crawled back to the top of the bed so he could lay down. “Can you top?” He asked with a big grin. You returned the expression and happily climbed on top of him.

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Can you please write 80s Dave Mustaine can’t sleep because he’s thinking about fem reader, after not being able to sleep he jerks off to the thought of her, moaning her name over and over

A/n: I'm trying to post more but I just haven't felt like writing and I've been busy with school and stuff, my posts might be getting shorter so I apologize but I hope reading what I write is still enjoyable :3

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, if you think I missed something please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Dave was lying in bed, tossing and turning because every position was uncomfortable, but it was more than that. He couldn’t get you out of his head. He just couldn’t.

It started clean but as the sky got darker so did his thoughts. He’d think about how pretty your face is, then it would drift to how pretty your face would look sucking him off. Drool and precum dripping down your chin, tears streaming down your puffy, red cheeks. Bruised lips taking his cock so well.

He’d think about an outfit you wore, then it would go to a skirt or dress you wore. He’d think about hiking it up and bending you over a table as you cried out for him. He wanted to feel you so bad, he didn’t care how he just needed it.

He rolled over again with a huff, seeing the clock he had on his bedside table and it read 4:34 am in big, bold, red letters. He groaned and rolled onto his back once more, closing his eyes in a desperate attempt to fall asleep but again all he saw was you, naked on all fours for him.

Dave smiled to himself and dug his hand under the waistband of his sweat to start palming himself through his underwear. Soft moans left him as he kept going with this thought of you begging for him, saying how much you liked it, praising him for anything and everything.

Every pump of his hand he pictured fucking into you. He imagined your walls fluttering around him when you got closer. When he got close was when his mind stopped processing everything so clearly and instead of having a set storyline he just thought of you covered in his cum while you touched yourself. A thin layer of sweat coating you as you called out for him.

Dave couldn’t keep himself quiet and started moaning out your name. “Fuck, feels so good, just like that, just like that~!” His eyes screwed shut as his hips bucked up into his hand, milking him for all his balls are worth.

His breathing was heavy and his heart was pounding. He turned his head over and saw the time staring back at him, 4:42 am. He groaned and reached for the phone, quickly punching in your number and waiting for you to pick up. He kept working on his cock, the first round not having been enough. Tears pricked his eyes and his voice was unsteady when you finally answered.

“Please, please I need help.” He whined.

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Godmorgen

A/n: I would like to apologize in advance to any and all bilingual folks reading this, I speak other languages but not well enough to call myself bilingual I'd say, I know this isn't a very accurate depiction of someone being bilingual but I thought it was cute. Also! I am learning Danish so I apologize if you speak Danish and mine isn't the best :'3

Warnings: None, just fluff :3

You’d met Lars at a record store not long ago and quickly fell in love with the little Danish princess. You hadn’t moved in yet but staying the night was a pretty regular thing, usually you’d wake up before him and make breakfast for when he woke up.

This was the longest you’ve spent with him, though. You were on day three of what was to be a week with him. Metallica was going on tour soon and you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible before he left.

Normally this was when you would get out of bed and start making breakfast only you didn’t want to. It was your day off and you wanted to just lay in bed with your boyfriend a little longer. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. Plump lips parted slightly with soft breaths leaving him. His nose scrunching every now and then from whatever dream he was having.

You brushed his perfect hair out of his face and kissed his nose, accidentally waking him. “Hvem er du?” He grumbled. You stared at him blankly.

“What?”

“Oh, godmorgen.” He mumbled and rolled over. Still, you stared at him.

“Is that- Are you speaking... Danish..?” He didn’t say anything for several moments and you’d thought he’d fallen back asleep so you peeked over his shoulder. He looked back at you with a soft smile.

“I’m tired.” He mumbled, rolling back to face you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled himself closer. “You can’t go waking me up and expect me to speak the right language.” You giggled at him and held him close to you, his head on your chest as you played with his hair.

“You’re cute when you’re tired.” You kissed his forehead and heard his breathing steady out again as he fell back asleep.

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Are you comfortable writing cliff burton smut? If so, can you write about reader receiving oral from cliff and she holds his hands and cliff can't help but think of it as the cutest thing (by the way I loved your dave headcanons)

A/n: I'm so sorry this took so long to get to, I meant to write this so long ago and just didn't but it's so good so I had to respond at some point lol, I hope you don't mind the wait and that you like this :3

Warnings: Smut, fingering(f rec), oral sex(f rec), if I missed anything please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Cliff had been hinting at this for a while, always trailing kisses down just a little further, nuzzling a little too much into your lap. Little things that had your mind wandering as to where he wanted to go with this.

You’d never done something like that. Of course you two have done things before, just not that. Not for any reason other than you’ve just never done it and the thought of it scared you a bit, where were you supposed to put your hands? Legs? Anything? Were you to return the favour afterwards?

On his birthday you finally decided that it was the day. You got him other presents, of course, but you were sure nothing was going to top this one.

You brought it up while the two of you were having dinner, Cliff nearly started choking on his food. Needless to say you never finished dinner.

Cliff was very careful with you, assuring you over and over again that all you had to do was sit pretty, that he didn’t care what you did with your hands or anything else so long as you were feeling good.

You were lying on your shared bed, staring up at the ceiling while Cliff got comfortable between your legs. Your hands were beside your head, clutching the pillow under your head tightly as you waited for him to start.

He pressed his lips to your inner thighs, trailing kisses up to your heat. He stared up at you all the while, watching and taking in how you reacted to his touch. When he saw nothing but good signs from you he started licking between your folds, lapping up your salty juices.

His nose bumped against your clit and his tongue delved into you. Your back arched at the new feelings you were having and your grip tightened onto the pillow as he continued, flicking his tongue inside of you, sucking your clit, his long fingers taking a turn prodding your sweet spot. All of it had you writhing under his touch.

The room filled with wet sounds mixed with your moans and incoherent ramblings. “Fuck~! Cliff-Cliff, feels s’good~” You mumbled, your hand reaching down to his head. You gave his hair a small tug and you could feel him smile against your cunt. He took your hand in his and held it as he circled his tongue around your sensitive nub.

Cliff noticed your other hand twitching and held that one as well, keeping all of your attention on him. “Such a pretty thing.” He hummed against you, sending shivers up your spine. “Holding my hands when I make you feel this good.” He kissed your clit before pushing his tongue back into you.

He made sure to pay attention to everything about you so he knew when you were close. How tight you squeeze his hands, if your thighs went to close around his head. When he saw your eyes fluttering and your body melting he knew he’d brought you over the edge and was just helping you right out the high while it lasted.

He gave your clit a final kiss before coming up to lay beside you, pulling you close to him and kissing your forehead as if his chin wasn’t dripping with your slick. “That good?” He mused. You smiled and gave a small nod. “So... I can do it more often?” He asked in a hopeful tone.

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please write a fic where dave mustaine fucks the little female reader on the wall, thank you!

A/n: I apologize in advance bc I don't like this very much but I needed to reply to an ask again and this was already partly written so it was the victim of writers block writing, I hope you enjoy it well enough anyway :'3

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, wall fucking?, Dave calls reader bunny, if you think I missed anything please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Dave had been poking fun at you all night. He’d brought his band over for a dinner, which you made because Dave asked you with the intention of helping you, or so he said. All he ended up doing was teasing you.

“You’re so small!” This, and; “you’re so tiny!” That. Anyway he could manage to emphasise that you were shorter than him, he did. You did enjoy being shorter than him, being small made it easy for him to cuddle you, he was like a giant teddy bear and you took full advantage of that every chance you got. That didn’t mean you would just accept this name calling debauchery.

The second everyone was gone you jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, your lips crashing against his.

Dave stumbled back but quickly caught up to what you were doing and kissed you back, his big hands going to your ass to hold you. Mostly just to squeeze your ass, but if it happened to serve another purpose then so be it.

He pushed you against the nearest surface, which happened to be a wall, and started tugging on your clothes. He got your shirt over your head and slipped your bottoms off before undoing your bra and letting it fall to the floor.

His lips sucked on your neck and he left small love bites in a trail down to your tits. “So fucking tiny.” He grunted as he kissed your nipple, he then stood up again and towered over you as he usually did. He brought his hand up to hold your face, tilting your chin up so you were looking him in the eye. “Tiny little thing just needs to be fucked right, huh?” You bit your lip and nodded as you turned around, looking back at him over your shoulder.

Dave took his own clothes off. He rested his hands on your shoulders and slowly trailed them down your sides, finally finding their perch on your hips. “Breedable fucking bunny.” He pulled your panties to the side and slid a finger through your folds. “All nice and ready for me, aren’t you?”

You smiled and wiggled your hips, standing on your toes and arching your back to press to your chest against the wall. Dave smacked your ass, you flinched at the hit but you couldn’t deny that you loved it. Dave pulled his boxers down just enough for his leaking cock to spring out and hit your ass. He pushed his cock between your thighs, gathering your juices on his member. “Fuck, so wet, just for me.” He groaned in your ear.

“Please~ Please, just put it in, Davey.” Your voice was already getting whiny as you pushed your ass back against him.

“So needy to be stuffed full, needy to be stretched.” He whispered in your ear. His hips moved back and he lined himself up with your cunt before slowly pushing in, groaning all the while as your gummy walls squeezed him just right. He waited a moment for you to get used to him before he started moving, bucking his hips up into you at a slow, harsh pace.

“Davey, go faster.” He muttered, already panting against the wall like a bitch in heat. Dave let out a low chuckle.

“Since when did you wear the pants here?” Nonetheless he did as you asked and went faster, every thrust of his hips bumping you up the wall.

He had a hand on your hip and one on your shoulder, keeping your back arched perfectly for him. The wall became damp with your breathing right against it, with Dave practically fucking you into the wall at this pace. You loved it, he was rutting deep inside of you, stuffing you full of his thick dick, making your vision blurry as your tongue lolled out in a lewd expression.

Dave’s hand, the one on your shoulder, wrapped around to rub your clit. He moved in circles, matching the rhythm of his hips and making you reach your high much faster. Even after you came his experienced fingers continued their work on your sensitive nub.

Dave was always one to think of your pleasure before his own so you were used to him making you cum a few times before he even got close, and tonight was no exception.

He had you creaming on him, your sweet, salty juices leaking from you and down your legs. The only thing keeping you standing was the fact that you were squished between Dave and the wall, Dave was partially holding you up though it was mostly so he could fuck you, moving your hips to his will as he slammed into you.

You could tell he was getting close with the way he kept losing pace with the steady rhythm he’d set with both his hips and hands, the way he pulsed inside you. “Hah~ Davey, need-ngh-need you...” You mumbled, thoughts too scrambled to form a coherent sentence between moans, whines and whimpers.

“What-what was that, bunny?” He grunted behind you, just wanting to get one more out of you before he finally came.

“Need you to fill me up.” You mumbled with a fucked out smile, drool dripping down your chin. Dave’s hips sputtered but he didn’t cum.

“Can’t say shit like that, gonna-gonna make me-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence when you started purposefully clenching around him, all just to see that look on his face. The one where his lips part so beautifully and his eyes cross for a moment before he screws them shut. “Fuck, cum with me then, bunny.” He didn’t have to tell you twice.

He gave up on steady and bucked into you all to chase his own high, though he tried to keep something on your clit, even bringing a hand to your chest to toy with your nipple. Honestly you were so out of it you’d cum just by sucking on his fingers, so when you felt his hot cum spurting into you you couldn’t hold back.

Your knees buckled and crumbled beneath you, leaving Dave to hold you up. He held you close, still helplessly bucking his hips up into you as an aftershock.

“Fuck- You’re so pretty.” He hummed. He turned your head to look at him and saw your expression, covered in spit and eyes glazed over. “Pretty little bunny slut.” He mumbled and kissed your temple.

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CAN WE GET A SECOND PART TO THAT NO NUT NOVEMBER ONE SHOT??? THAT WAS AMAZING I NEED TO KNOW WHERE THIS SHIT GOES

I'm glad you liked it! So far Duff and Axl's are posted, they were meant to all be put in one but I made Duff's pretty long... and then I made Axl's even longer...

They're being made, I assure B)

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

No Nut November - Axl

A/n: The writing is going to get better in the other's I promise I just wrote this when I didn't have Wi-Fi and therefore autocorrect wasn't correcting automatically.

Warnings: Smut, no nut November, angst (it goes into self worth and stuff so if that's not something you're comfortable with then don't push yourself to read this :3), I think that's it but if I missed anything please let me know :3

Intro

There was no doubt in Axl’s mind as he left the studio that night that he was going to win this bet and get the 100 bucks. It was just a month of not nutting and he was one of the only ones who didn’t have a partner to go home to, Izzy being the only exception. He was damn sure he was gonna be the winner.

Of course, Axl being Axl he was also a cocky mother fucker and went to strip clubs almost every night, watching as the crowd grew and grew as the days passed. When Duff came in after the first week and said he was out Axl saw just how easy this would be. He was shocked Steven wasn’t the first one out, but it didn’t matter when he’d be the winner whether he was or not, right?

Half way through week two and he was at this new club that had just opened up. It was on a tamer street, a few divebars around but nothing much more than a few stores that closed earlier that day. The club wasn’t advertised as a strip club, nor was it said to be anything sexual, still everyone seemed to get the memo that there was more to it than just sad drunks and a greedy bartender. That was all obviously still there, but so were nearly naked pole dancers!

He walked and saw the dimly lit room filled with people all coming to check out the new joint. There were fancy bars on either side of the room, tables spread speradically about with stages around, some bigger than others to fit multiple at once. No one working there was wearing more than the bare minimum, most were even wearing less.

To the young singers eyes this was heaven. He had a pocket full of cash and a view of wonderful things, all while Led Zepplin’s Dazed and Confused played over the speakers.

Axl walked around, trying to either get a seat or find someone to talk to. He happened to find both when he caught Nikki Sixx’s eye. The poor bassist was drinking the night away while some dick talked his ear off about something or other so when he saw Axl he called him over and, rather rudely, shoved the other guy off his chair.

The man must have been out of his mind wasted because he just kept complaining as he walked off, not seeming the slightest bit mad at Nikki. I mean, all around were hot people, how could he be that upset?

“What’re you doing here?” Nikki asked, happy to have someone else to talk to.

“Wanted to check out the new place, what’d you think I was doing?” He answered confidently as Nikki bought him a drink, a thanks for saving his ears.

“Yeah, but,” he started, glancing around the club, “I thought you guys had some kind of bet going on?” Axl took his drink and thanked the bartender.

“You heard about that?” He took a sip.

“Whole scene’s heard about it at this point.” The raven haired man said as he took a sip of his own drink, a jack and coke. Axl shrugged and set his drink down. “You lose or something?” His attention shot to Nikki at that.

“What? No way, so far only one out is Duff.” Nikki laughed at the gingers immediate defence.

They kept talking into the night until the bassist eventually got bored and went to find someone to take home for the night, leaving Axl to his own mind.

He watched the club, taking occasional sips from his drink. Amidst all the partying he saw many things, a girl yelling at a man, a break-up or divorce as Axl assumed, Nikki heading out with three girls on his arms, one already sucking his neck.

By far his favourite sight that night was this one waitress, she was gorgeous and wearing the skimpiest little bikini, or was it lingerie? Axl couldn’t get a good enough look at it, not from this distance.

He watched as you walked from table to table handing out drinks, chips and chicken, the holy trinity of a strip club. Every time you finished handing things to a table you turned around and waited for them to slip you your tip into the strap of your bottoms. One guy slipped in a ten and smacked your ass so you turned back and demanded a twenty, to which he happily obliged.

Axl loved the spirit you had, he hated seeing some other guy touching you when he so desperately wanted that instead. Seeing that you didn’t take too kindly to it made it all the better for him.

When he saw you coming closer to him, or rather the bar behind him, he took his chance and slid up beside you while you waited for your next tray of beverages and snacks.

“What’s a sweet thing like you doing working here?” He asked with that shit eating grin of his plastered on his face. You turned to him with the most disgusted face you could muster.

“Working.” You looked him up and down, seeing the expensive clothes he’d adorned himself in. “I see you don’t know the meaning.” You muttered. Axl looked taken aback by that comment.

“Don’t know the meaning?” He repeated in an offended tone. “I’m the lead singer of Guns N’ Roses, I could buy you and this club.” He declared. You side-eyed him, still unamused by his presence. He liked that look you gave him, it was a challenge, and he loved challenges. “When do you get off?”

“After your bedtime, sweetheart.” You bit, shooting the bartender a glare as if asking ‘what’s taking so long?!’.

“Oh, come on...” Axl groaned, scanning around the room. “How much for a dance?” He asked, looking back at you. The bartender came over and started making the drinks.

“I’m not doing dances tonight.” You stated.

“No?” Axl thought for a moment, seeing the drinks were almost done and he was running out of time. “How about your number then?” You snorted.

“I only give my number to paying customers.”

“I am a paying customer.” He gave his drink a swirl and took a sip.

“Different customers.” You picked up the tray and started walking away, Axl followed.

“But you aren’t doing dances tonight.” You didn’t reply. “Does that mean I have to come back?” He refused to let up on this.

You managed to slip in with the crowd and he lost you. He could find you and went back to his seat, keeping an eye out in case he could catch you again.

Hours passed, he was about to go home when he just barely got you about to leave to a room in the back. You were talking to one of the security guys there and he rushed over to you.

He reached for your arm when he got to you to get your attention. Of course you turned around at the contact, rolling your eyes when you saw it was him. He pulled out two 100 dollar bills and held them out to you. This caught your attention.

Your jaw dropped and you stared at the cash with wide eyes. “This, for one night with you.” He said with a smile. You looked between him and the money in his hand, chewing your cheek as you thought it through in your head.

“Rockstar, huh?” You mumbled, Axl nodded. “Make it four.” You stated, folding your arms over your chest and holding your chin up high as if you’d won. Then he pulled out two more hundred dollar bills.

“Choice is yours, sweetheart.” You were still hesitant but the money was good, and how bad could it really be?

Axl, on the other hand, was more than happy to be walking out of there with you under his arm. Best four hundred dollars spent in his life.

You got your jacket and bag and left with him.

“My place or yours?” He asked as you both walked down the street.

“Hotel.” You replied as you glanced down the street either way before leading him across.

“My place is nicer than a hotel.” Now that you were out of the crowded club you could really hear his voice, it was deep and already had your mind running. This was just one night, but you’d rather enjoy yourself at least a little, it was better than some of the other guys that had been hitting on you since the place opened.

“I’m not staying at your place, I’ve read too much psych horror.” You told him. There was a hotel not far from the club, since it was so close the two had a deal and all you had to do was show the receptionist a card to get a free love suite.

“I’m not into all that stuff.” Axl said, looking at you, his voice suddenly much more serious now. There was something about that look in his eyes that made you feel safe, but you just couldn’t quite place it.

You nodded and kept walking through the hotel to your room.

You went straight to the bed clothed in black sheets, red velvet comforter and fluffy pillows with a red canopy overhead and heart shaped rug underneath. There was a small kitchen in one corner and a smaller room that was the bathroom not far from it.

The only lights in the room were colourful LED’s and there was a grand window at the other end of the room leading to a balcony. And the best part? Speakers. What more could you want when hooking up with some guy who claimed to be in a band. Of course you’d heard of Guns N’ Roses, but you’ve never seen a picture of them, for all you knew this was just a dick. Still, four hundred dollars is four hundred dollars.

Beside the bed was a small table with a drawer. Inside was a bottle of lube, fluffy handcuffs, a silk blindfold, and a box of condoms. You ignored the kinky shit and grabbed the condom and lube, tossing them on the bed as you took off your jacket.

“We don’t need a condom.” Axl stated.

“Fuck you, you’re putting on a condom.” You barked.

“I-I don’t plan on cumming.” Axl said with a chuckled. Your brows were knitted together as you stared at him. He bit his lip and tossed the box back to you. You were quick to grab it and throw it at him without breaking eye contact, the box hit him in the head.

Not wanting to fight on this Axl just opened the box and took one out before starting to take his clothes off.

He got the condom on and turned back to find you starfished on the bed, looking more ready for sleep than sex. He smiled softly at you and got on the bed beside you. He brushed some hair out of your face, you opened your eyes and looked up at him.

“Tired already?” He asked. You nodded and rolled over, onto your stomach.

“Yeah, can we get this over with fast so I can go to bed?” You mumbled, drawing a chuckle out of Axl.

“Don’t you wanna look at me when we’re doing it?” He asked as he ran his hand along your back and undid your top.

“Not particularly.” Axl hated to admit it, but that kind of hurt. He was determined to get through this night so he could get your number, but also because he wanted to spend this night with you.

He got behind you and poured some lube onto his fingers before spreading it through your folds. You gasped softly at the cold feeling, it turned into a moan when Axl slipped a finger into you.

Slowly, he started pumping in and out of you, stretching you out as he went. You shifted around a bit but always kept your back to him.

Soon he leaned over to whisper in your ear. “If you feel uncomfortable you can tell me to stop.” He assured and planted a soft kiss to your shoulder.

He lined himself up with you and pushed into your cunt. His head fell back at the feeling of your gummy walls tightening around him, he couldn’t believe this.

He waited a moment for you to adjust to him before he started moving. You held yourself up on your hands but you were mostly sitting in his lap, his hands on your hips as he thrust up into you.

Noises left you, soft moans and sighs. Axl’s arms snaked around your waist until he had his right hand on your left hip and his left hand on your left shoulder, he had you pressed up against his chest. His mouth was right by your ear, you could hear every little sound that left him. His deep grunts and groans falling into your head.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He whispered. “I knew it as soon as I saw you walking around that place... You don’t belong there.” His words had you blushing. Not that he could see... Not that you’d tell him, either... 

“I belong here, right? In your arms? On your cock?” You asked, not convinced of this warm persona he had on. He was still a rockstar, you told yourself.

“No.” Again with that serious tone. He brought the hand that was on your shoulder to your chin, turning your head to look at him. “You’re better than that place, and you know it.” His hips stopped for a moment, he wanted those words to really stick with you. “I’m not asking you to love me, I’m just asking you to let me take care of you so you can get out of here.”

You stared into his eyes, they glimmered in the moonlight spilling in through the window. You got off of his lap and turned to face him and sank back down on him. His lips parted in a silent ‘oh’ at the feeling of being inside of you once more.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding yourself close to him. Axl’s arms wrapped around your waist, his hands planted firmly on your back. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?” He said, blue eyes sparkling up at you, the smirk he had not long ago traded in for a smile, the corners of his lips curved downward as if this was a new feeling for him.

“You need to stop saying stuff like that.” You muttered with a soft chuckled. You didn’t want him to stop, not in a million year did you want him to stop.

“Why should I when it makes you so flustered?” He rolled his hips, drawing a soft moan from you. “You’re so cute when you’re shy,” you shut your eyes and bit your lip to muffle any sounds that tried to leave you, “when you’re blushing,” again he rolled his hips, “when you try to hide how good I make you feel.” He kissed your lips. You hesitated a moment before reciprocating.

It wasn’t the heated moment full of passion Axl had planned for. No, this was better than that.

He didn’t move any faster than what he was doing, he didn’t go harder either. He was enjoying the warmth that came from you, how you melted into him even after the kiss broke and you were leaning your forehead on his so every soft sound you made fell onto his lips.

“Hah~ fuck, I-I’m gonna cum.” Your voice was airy as you spoke. Axl smiled and brought a hand to your clit, rubbing circles against it with his thumb.

“Fuck- Such a good girl, go on and cum for me, let yourself feel good.” Axl praised. He couldn’t ignore the knot building in his own gut as he continued to rut up into you, all he had to do was ignore it. He couldn’t lose before Steven, he just wouldn’t let himself.

You started bouncing on his cock, doing just as he said and letting yourself feel good. You came on him, shoving your face into the crook of his neck as you did. Your cunt fluttered around Axl and he couldn’t stop himself from cumming into the condom.

You held each other for a long while. You were letting yourself come down from your high while Axl was mentally beating himself up for letting this happen.

After cleaning up a bit you fell asleep together, your head resting on Axl’s chest while he had his arms around you.

The next morning Axl woke up alone. He looked around the hotel suite, hoping to God you were still there, somewhere. All that was left was a note with your name and number on it.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

No Nut November - Duff

A/n: These were meant to be all put into one but then I made Duff's really long, then I made Axl's even longer, now I'm working on Steven's but the other's will also be posted separately, either way I hope you enjoy :3

Also if anyone wants to request more for Duff... ;)

Warnings: Smut, no nut November, fingering (f receiving), I completely forget everything that happened since I wrote it so if I missed anything please let me know :3

Intro

Duff walked out of the studio once they were done for the day. He had completely forgotten about the bet until Axl yelled out to him from across the parking lot. “Don’t let Popcorn win, ya hear?!” Whether he was joking or not Duff couldn’t tell, he didn’t care all too much either.

Honestly, the bet didn’t mean much to him in the first place, he just thought it would be fun to watch everyone else deal with it. He never put too much thought into whether or not he’d win or not, frankly he didn’t care. All he wanted was to get home to his partner.

It was October 31st, his plan was to come home and celebrate Halloween with his love, explain what was happening and see where that went.

He walks through the door and is met with you, his girlfriend, wearing what could potentially be the most revealing costume he’s ever seen in his life.

You did a little spin as you frolicked over to him. “You like it?” You asked with a big grin.

“Like what, the two inches of fabric covering your whole body?” He asked, a smile on his face as he admired you, his hands quickly finding their way to your hips.

“What, you no like?” You asked, looking down at yourself. “I got it for the party tonight.” Duff paused, suddenly this hot costume was no longer fun and games.

“You plan on going out in that?” You looked back up to him. “Babe, that’s a fucking thong and some cat ears.” You smiled and turned around.

“There’s a tail, too.” Indeed there was. Duff pulled on the fluffy black thing dangling out of you. A buttplug. You got a buttplug for a costume.

Duff shook his head and pushed your further into your shared apartment. “No way in hell are you leaving in that.” You laughed and flopped over onto the couch. Duff came right over to lay over top of you. “You are staying here with me for one last perfect night.” His lips crashed against yours, you happily went along with it until what he said finally caught up with you.

You pushed him away from you and nearly fell off the couch. “Last night? What do you mean ‘last night’?” You asked, tone full of worry.

Duff thought about what he said for a moment. “Oh, God, no, that’s not- that’s not at all what I meant.” He blurted, pulling you close to him. He sat you in his lap and you shifted uncomfortably due to the toy stuffed inside you. “It’s just, the guys and I made this bet to see who could last the longest through November without cumming.” He explained, toying with your hair. You let out that breath you were holding in and curled into him.

“Jesus, you fucking scared me, Duffy.” You mumbled. The bassist chuckled softly and kissed your forehead. You kissed his jaw, he kissed your nose, then you both met in the middle and your lips collided, ending in a heated makeout session.

You had your night and that was supposed to be that for the month.

A week passed and Duff was seemed fine. He hadn’t had any wet dreams, no real neediness. He did ask you to cover up a little more, though he swears it was because it was chilly. You didn’t necessarily plan on following through on this whole ordeal with him, still you hadn’t made any attempt at anything with or without him.

The first weekend was fine, you had it off and had your fun lying around all day. Monday killed you. Everyone was being an ass, some kid even got on your nerves when he ran into you with an icecream in his hand, getting it all over your new pants.

That night you came home seething, wanting nothing more than to have Duff fuck you into next week but you couldn’t even ask that.

You got in the apartment and slammed the door shut behind you, more than annoyed with the day. Duff poked his head out of the kitchen and, upon seeing you so distraught, he rushed over to you. He wrapped his arms around you and picked you up. “What happened? Rough day?” He asked as he walked you over to the couch. You groaned loudly. “That bad, huh?” Once he sat down you fell over, lying over the couch and his lap, covering your face with your hands.

“Oh, fuck off, would you?” You grumbled. Your eyes shot open and you slowly moved your hands away from your face, peering up at Duff who glared back at you.

“What was that?” He asked, knowing there wouldn’t be a good answer.

“I-I’m just tired, I didn’t-”

“No, no,” he interrupted, “say it again, I didn’t hear you the first time.” Your lips pursed in a small pout as you stayed looking up at him. “What, you had a bad day and decided to be a brat?” You shook your head. “Thought that I couldn’t do anything about it for a whole month, hm?”

“No, I just-” Duff cut you off again, this time with a harsh slap to your thigh, causing you to yelp.

“Say. It. Again.” He repeated. You let out a small whimper. Duff shook his head. “Tsk, tsk... Sweetheart, it’s one thing to say something like that but it’s another to put on this act.” His voice was degrading, cold and mean. By God did it have your cunt blushing for him.

Duff knew he couldn’t fuck you, he’d lose the bet for sure. He didn’t plan on winning but he wasn’t thrilled with the idea of losing, either. To get around this he just fingered you.

He had you in his lap, naked. Your legs hooked for his to give him full access to you and he took full advantage of it, his long, thick fingers pushing deep inside of you. He went slow, making sure to drive you crazy by hitting every spot, then he’d speed up and the room would fill with lewd sounds and loud moans as you cried out for him. Right before you came he’d stop and return to an even slower pace.

You stopped warning him when you were close in hopes of cumming but he knew anyway. “Fuck, Duffy, please! Hah- ‘M so-sorry, please!” You whined, bucking your hips against him, searching for any amount of extra friction, just something to get you over the edge.

“You’re sorry, are you?” He was right by your ear, lips caressing the shell of it. “You’ll be good if I let you cum?” You nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes! Yes, yes, I-I promise, I’ll be good!” You were clenching around his experienced fingers in anticipation. Duff planted a few soft kisses along your neck as he continued his abuse on your hole, bringing you even closer to your release.

“Cum for me, baby, cum on daddy’s fingers.” He whispered in your ear. Your eyes rolled back, your head fell onto his shoulder and your back arched as you came hard around his fingers.

You two never usually even made it a week without some kind of intimacy, even when he was on the road you’d call. That, paired with how much he teased you had a familiar yet different feeling building in your gut.

Instead of simply waves of pleasure rocking through you a gush of liquid shot out. It took Duff a second to realise what was happening but when he did he was quick to change tactics and pulled his fingers out of you to play with your clit, wanting to see as much of you squirting as he could.

He let you finish and gave you an extra few minutes to come back down from that. “I didn’t know you could do that.” His voice was soft and sweet in your ear, a full 180 from the tone he had earlier.

You shrugged. “One of us had to this month.” You joked, your voice airy and tired.

“You thought I could see that and not cum?” You looked up at him with a brow raised. You twisted in his lap to see the giant stain forming in his shorts. “Your ass kept rubbing against me, I gave up halfway through, that was just the cherry on top.” He explained and pulled you to him, kissing your neck again. “You know,” he started, “now that there isn’t a bet to worry about...” He trailed off.

Your brows raised and a smile came onto your face. You stood up and slowly started walking to the bedroom. When you were only a few steps away you turned back to him. “Last one in bottoms.” You teased. Duff booked it to the bedroom.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Long Ride p.2

A/n: Sorry for being so inactive lately, I went on a trip and then when I got back my dog ate my Wi-Fi and I couldn't post. I have been writing a bit so expect a few more posts soon, until then someone asked for a part two of this so I did the best I could. Glad to be posting again :'3 Warnings: Smut, car sex, unprotected sex, age gap, oral (m receiving), I think that's it but if you think I forgot anything please let me know :3

Link to part 1

You kept driving. The oldies station, though Slash would complain about the whole music industry to you if you called it that to his face, was playing on the radio in the background.

More boring buildings passed and your insides ached, craving something to stuff you nice and full once more.

You reached to undo Slash’s jeans but he slapped your hand away. “What are you doing?” He asked in a stern tone. “I just fucked you, how much dick do you need?” He sounded much angrier than he was, he was just as needy as you were, maybe even a little more since he didn’t get to finish.

“Why don’t you get to finish?” You asked in a soft voice. Slash let out an annoyed sigh and took a turn. After some more driving you saw the same colourful buildings you were used to.

Slash turned into a semi-packed parking lot and took out his phone to make a call. “Hey, sorry for the short notice,” he started in that sweet voice he uses with anyone he’s not totally comfortable with, interviewers and the likes, “I was just hoping you wouldn’t mind meeting me at a different place? I can’t make it to that restaurant right now, I’m sorry.” He explained. You listened intently to him as he spoke on the phone.

He soon hung up and turned to you, his demeaner changing completely. “So, we’re going to go in there,” he points to the sleazy restaurant/bar that was definitely a strip club at some point in its long life, “we’re gonna get a table and you’re going to get under it and suck me off, alright?” You bit your lip and nodded.

You both got out of the car and made your way to the building, a small hop in your step. Slash shook his head at you but you knew he loved it just as much as you did.

There was a short line of people already waiting but the host brought you both in quickly and sat you at a VIP table near the back. “You used to come here a lot?” You asked as you got in the booth with Slash.

“Where do you think I got this idea?” He pointed out as he took the menu’s from the waiter. His phone chimed and he checked it. “He’s almost here.” He said and gave a small pat to your thigh, signalling for you to get under the table.

With the direction Slash was sitting and the table cloth you could barely tell there was someone under the table, it was something you had to be looking for and surely no one would be. The place was dimly lit, Slash had his signiture top hat and glasses on, it was pretty much impossible for anyone to see what he was really thinking so pulling this off would be easy.

The man Slash had to meet with arrived and they got to talking. You already had him down your throat, trying not to move too much. You didn’t want to move and make him make noise. You thought you couldn’t take any chances, yet Slash still prompted you to move.

He cleared his throat and gave your cheek a small pat as he adjusted in his seat, making it easier for you to take him all down your throat. You pulled back a bit, leaving just the tip in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around him, starting to bob your head up and down his length.

You could feel Slash was close, the way he pulsed in your throat made you gag and all you could do was hope the man wouldn’t pay any attention to it. You took Slash’s balls in your hand, massaging them the way you know he likes. He tried to push your hand away but couldn’t bring himself to.

Looking up at him from your place between his thighs you could see he was covering his mouth with one ring clad hand. You could just barely see under his glasses, his eyes fluttered open and shut, starting to roll to the back of his head.

Clink.

Your heart stopped.

“Oh, I’m so clumsy.” The man said with a soft chuckle as he reached for the fork he dropped.

“No, no, uh, let me- let me get it for you.” Slash stumbled and reached for the silverware on the ground. He lightly kicked you and you quickly got the fork and gave it to him.

“Ah, Slash, ever the charmer.” The man joked, Slash chuckled in response as if he wasn’t twitching to watch you swallow his seed.

The dinner didn’t last much longer, the man got up and left you two alone. Slash still hadn’t finished, the fork caught the both of you off guard and had your minds full. Needless to say Slash was eager to get you out of there.

As you walked back to the car you could hear Slash breathing heavy in your ear and he was holding you tightly to his side as his legs were shaking a bit. You loved seeing this side of him, the side that was a little more on the submissive end, the side that nuzzled your neck and couldn’t say anything but praise.

The backseat was your choice, the both of you quickly freeing yourselves of your clothes. Slash cock once again sprung free of its confines, of course he wanted to see your tits more than anything and got your shirt off as well. Soon both of your clothes, underwear and all, were in a small pile on the floor.

You straddled Slash’s lap, his strong arms wrapped tightly around you and his face was shoved in the crook of your neck, just as you had expected him to do once he got a hold of you.

You were moving in sync to reach your high’s, savoring the feeling of rubbing against each other in all the right places. “Hah~ Fuck- so pretty, keep doing that, ngh~ feels-feels so good.” Slash mumbled, not even having the energy to try and hide his moans anymore, of course you didn’t either and the car filled with a sweet melody as you got closer and closer to the edge, that familiar warmth building in your gut.

“Fuck- daddy, daddy, ‘m gonna cum.” You whimpered in his ear.

“Good girl, cum for me, cum for me, please-” The little bit of a dominant mask he still had was fading faster, just the thought of what was to come was enough for you to finish around him. Your head fell back but Slash caught it and pulled you closer to him, helplessly rutting up into you, chasing his own release. “Fuck- please, please, need to cum, ‘m so close.” He mumbled, starting to ramble on.

Now it was your time to hold him. Still coming down you held his head to your neck. Your legs shook and your insides ached yet you still managed to work your hips with his. “Go on then, cum for mommy.” You said with a soft, tired smile. Slash let out a loud moan, bucking into you a few more times as his cum spilled into you.

You stayed there for several moments, breaths heavy and minds running wild. When Slash finally got his composure back he pulled away from you, though still holding you close. “Did you call yourself mommy?” He asked, his voice silky and sweet like honey.

You shrugged and curled up in his arms. “You were the one begging, I thought it was only fair.” He chuckled, adjusting the way you both were sitting to be more comfortable in the small backseat.