I Almost Can See You Slash's Paradise City

”wow! you’re so mature!” thanks! i didn’t get a choice

You shld write the sluttiest switch slash fic for my birthday!! 😁

-🌺

A/n: Hope this is good enough for you pookie

Warnings: Smut, use of toys, Slash rides reader, submissive Slash, mommy kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

"Just put it in!" Slash growled, he'd been hinting at it for about a month now but you hadn't expected him to go out and buy a strap for you, or a dildo he was comfortable with.

"Well, I'm sorry I'm not going fast enough for you, Slash, I've never been on this end of it!" You bit back, holding his hips -resting your hands on his hips, you weren't doing much holding.

He was on his knees in front of you, facing the end of the bed where he'd set up a mirror. This whole thing was his idea, he'd gotten everything set up, the mirror, the toys, he'd even prepped himself while you were at work. Now we was all ready for you and wiggling his hips in anticipation, looking back at you with a less than enthused look.

"It's the same as riding me, isn't it?" He asked, voice all raspy. Slash was very patient but he just looked so annoyed at your innocents to this. You huffed and pushed the tip of the silicone to his pulsing hole.

Slash let out a heavy sigh, getting some satisfaction finally. You moved slow at first, figuring he'd still need some easing into it since he hadn't used the toy before, just his fingers. You only agreed to this when you caught him fingering himself when he thought you were out grocery shopping.

He was on his stomach, reaching back and pumping his fingers in and out desperately chasing a high that was constantly chasing him. He'd been in tears when you got on the bed, begging for you to help him cum because he just couldn't do it.

You pushed the last inch in, a strangled whine left him. You looked to the mirror and saw him eyeing himself, a few tears rolling down his cheeks already. "Never had something this deep in you before, huh?" You asked, rubbing his ass soothingly. He shook his heads, at the lack of response you raised your hand and brought it down on the soft flesh. "Words, mutt."

His breathing was heavy, his face half buried in a pillow. He lifted himself slightly to speak. "Never-never been this full before." He muttered, voice slightly shaky.

You smiled down at him, rubbing the stinging spot you'd hit. "Good boy... that's what I thought, why you wanted this so bad, huh?" You started rolling your hips into him, fucking him nice and slow.

"Ngh-! Oh god, yes, wanted mommy to fuck me so good." You hadn't realized how quickly you'd fall into this role but it was fun. You started moving your hips faster, getting higher whines from him until he gasped and his body tensed.

A smirk spread over your face. "Right there?" You asked, hitting that same spot again.

Slash nodded desperately. "Yes! Yes, right there, mommy, right there." He babbled, pushing his ass back into you. You gave him another smack and he moaned but stayed still, loving every second of your dominant side. "Fuck, go faster." He asked, so small you decided to agree, moving faster, snapping your hips at that same angle repeatedly.

His body bounced up and down the bed, with every thrust, his noises getting louder as he got closer. His eyes were locked on himself in the mirror, the way his face contorted in pleasure, his lips parting in lewd moans. He was shaky but he managed to hold himself up, watching his hard dick sway pathetically with your rough pace.

He watched his stomach closely, looking for the bulge he always made in your stomach but he couldn't see it, even when he placed a hand over his stomach he could barely feel the toy. He knew it wasn't very big, he wasn't very experienced with this so he wanted something easy, but it was disappointing.

You leaned forward, pulling his hair out of his face and turning his head to look at you. "Don't worry, one day you'll know what it feels like to be really full." You mused. He didn't look too impressed.

He pushed you off of him, muffling the whine he let out when the toy freed itself from him. Slash was still bigger than you and had no issues moving you how he pleased. He flipped you onto your back and lined himself up with the toy before sinking down on it, tight ass swallowing it whole.

Your brows were raised the whole time, eyes widened slightly as he started riding you. It took him a minute to figure it out but watching his jaw drop as he got himself off was your new favourite sight. You could feel your own gut tightening, a heat spreading through you as he gripped the sheets, cock tapping your abdomen every few seconds.

"You look so cute like this." You muttered, watching him closely. A soft blush spread from his face down his chest, the curly bush creeping up his stomach, the slight curve of his cock as he leaked and pulsed painfully.

"Mh-! Please-please, mommy... can I- can I cum? Please, mommy, it hurts." He begged, tears still rolling down his cheeks. He swallowed thickly, momentarily choking back his moans. His legs were starting to burn, thighs aching but he didn't stop, he was so close to finally getting what he wanted, after all this time.

You smiled, still eyeing his leaking cock. "Yes, you can cum, but you have to clean it up after." He tuned out the rest of what you said, a yes was all he needed. He slammed himself down on you, on the toy, silent moans leaving him as he threw his head back, jaw falling slack as ropes of cum shot over your stomach, some making it to your chest.

It took him a minute to cum down from it, his eyes rolled back into his head and his breathing ragged. He tried lifting himself off the toy but even that was a lot for him. His legs hurt and he was tired, he dropped himself again and his eyes shot open, his cock twitching to life again.

Your smile just spread further across your face. "We are definitely getting more toys for you." You assured, rolling your hips up into him again.

it is not possible that in all these years reading fanfics, one shots, headcannons and ANY MANIFESTATION OF A FANDOM i still don't know what exactly is a drabble.

Could you do something with either 1999 James or like SKOM James where he’s touring and couldn’t bring reader with him, calls reader one night just to hear her voice to get himself off before telling her how to touch herself?

A/n: There's just something about James saying puss/pussy that makes me want to find him and choke on his cock

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, auralism (new word alert: getting turned on by the sound of someone's voice *cough cough me when Slash sings*), sexual fantasies, sexualising readers body (it says somewhere that reader has big tits too but like talking about readers body jiggling as they work out), fingering (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Part 2

You were making yourself breakfast when the phone rang and you picked it up. A collect call meant it was James, so you accepted because he would pay for it when he got home anyway.

"Jamie?" You spoke. "How are you, you're in Japan right now, right?" You asked, doing the mental maths in your head, if it was nine in the morning in L.A. where you lived it should be roughly two in the morning there, why he was calling so late you had no idea. Well, concerts could go late, you supposed, but why call now?

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm in Tokyo." He said, voice shaky and the words were forced out fast. "Listen, I'm, uh, in- I'm busy, I need you to talk." He mumbled, you could hear a faint rustling in the background but didn't pay any mind to it.

"It's late there, Jamie, you should be sleeping," you said, ever the worry wart for your dumbass boyfriend, "you can call me tomorrow."

"No!" James yelled, making you jump. "No, I-I can't, ngh- just-just talk to me now." He said through gritted teeth, glaring at the phone in his hand as he waited for you to say something, his other hand moving vigorously over his achingly hard cock.

You started to realize what he was doing, a small smirk spreading over your face at the situation you found yourself in. "Oh, well, I just woke up not too long ago... slept in that Motorhead shirt of yours, you know, the one with the skull?" James groaned over the call, making you giggle. You often wore his shirts, and he loved it, mostly he loved fucking your brains out with you in them.

Hearing his grunts and groans only encouraged you to keep going. "I'm wearing those panties you like, the maroonish lacey ones, you know which ones I'm talking about?"

"Mhm, I know." He mumbled, breathing getting heavier. He slowed his thrusts, closing his eyes and letting you paint him a picture.

"Yeah, they're pretty." You said, scrambling your eggs. "I woke up this morning and my thighs were all sticky, must've had a pretty good dream of you." A low groan left him, picturing his cum smeared between your thighs instead of your own need.

James heard the sizzling of your cooking, the pop of the butter in the pan. "What's that?" He asked curiously. "What're you doing?"

"Oh, that's just my pretty pussy, so hot it's sizzling just for you, Jamie." You said with a nuclear amount of sarcasm, but hearing you say 'pussy' still got him going. "I'm making eggs because it's morning, need my protein if I'm gonna go on a run."

"Please-" he sputtered out, "talk to me, tell me more." He pleaded, getting desperate as his hand moved faster. "Please, m'so close, make you cum after, just- fuck." You couldn't deny that hearing him getting off to your voice over the phone was hot, and you could feel your pulse in your clit, pressing your thighs together to soothe the dull ache forming between your legs.

You kept pushing your eggs around, they were almost done. "Think I'm gonna steal another shirt of yours, might put pants on-" James grunted at that, while he loved picturing your ass jiggle as you ran that was for his eyes and his eyes alone, "You're just thinking about my tits, though, huh? Thinking of them bouncing up and down as I go... fucking pervert."

James hummed in agreement. "Yes, I am, I'm a pervert just for you, sweetheart." He stated, hips bucking up into his hand as he got closer. "Just-just a little more, can you do that?"

You chuckled and nodded, not that he could see it. "Yeah, I can talk a little more... let's see..." You trailed, pausing just to hear him whine. "I might have to skip out on my run, stay home... I'm just so hot already, I might have to take my clothes off... at least I know where the security camera's are, I'll be sure to avoid sitting in front of those and spreading my legs... can't have any pesky visitors watching me touch myself without my big, strong man to come protect me... too bad he's not hear to bend me over and double my weight, huh?"

James's groans got louder and louder as you spoke, you could hear the slick sound of him using his pre-cum as lube on his angry red cock. The sounds he made when he came to the thought of you touching yourself. "Hah-! Fuck- ah- oh god..." You could picture him now, all flushed and tired, cumming dripping down his chest. "Sweetheart." He called, swallowing thickly between heavy breaths.

"Yes, Jamie?" You asked, taking your finished eggs off the burner.

"Go find one of those security camera's." He ordered, getting off the bed and digging through his bags to find his laptop so he could pull up the live footage.

"Why?" You asked, only slightly confused.

"Because you're going to sit there, and I'm going to watch your tiny little fingers work so fucking hard to get you off and get you nowhere, right?" He asked. "Because you're so small, need my fingers to get you off, can't even think about cumming without something stretching you out, right?"

Your eyes widened slightly but you followed his instructions to find a camera. "If you're good I'll let you grab a toy, otherwise you can sit there and work your pretty puss into nothing trying to get off without me."

you search any character x reader AND MAJORITY OF THE CONTENT IS SMUT… like yeah i love a smut when im feeling it but i want gut wrenching, HEART ACHING, nauseating fluff. like its so fluffy that you’re like wtf this is actually kinda cringe but like it’s sooo good at the same time

I love nirvana cause its a 50/50, its either going to be the most gut wrenching soul crushing lyrics with such meaning an average listener can never fully grasp. Or it’s gibberish with a sick guitar solo.

I hate i hate i HATE being a switch bc I could be domming and then they could say something remotely hot in a dominant tone and I'd stutter and get shy and fold SO FAST. ugh.

I was wondering if you could do a headcannon of being the only women in Mötley cruë and how the boys would act with you.

𝐌Ö𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐑Ü𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

warnings — none.

a/n — i love writing soft shit about the craziest bastards ever <3 anyways, just a reminder that i don’t write pregnancy content nor hardcore smut. if you guys want to see who i’m writing for, what i write about, etc. PLEASE check my pinned post which explains everything. 💋💋 lemme know what you wanna see me post.

+ starting with the obvious… FLIRTING WITH ALL YOUR FRIENDS, FLIRTING WITH YOUR MOM, FLIRTING WITH YOU (and your fucking grandma let’s bffr).

+ you def have to check who they’re hooking up with when they’re too high to make sure they don’t accidentally fuck a hooker and have to pay $400.

+ they didn’t respect you at first to be honest. not in a non-feminism way but in a ‘ooh you have boobs, me likey’ way.

+ but then you gain their respect prettyyyy quickly…

+ “y/n please flash us, it’ll be a good show if you do!!!” 🙏🙏

+ you’re pretty much one of the dudes by the end of the first show, being their mom on tour and making sure they don’t die

+ making a bet that you’ll hook up with one of them if they can just pick who. and after a day of thought, they all continuously argue about it. and tommy thinks he’ll win (he doesn’t).

+ having a little fling with a gnr member… resulting in vince threatening him anddd the rest of the guys beat him up if he even looks at you the wrong way.

+ they’re SO protective over you. even if they’re drunker than hell, they’ll snap out of immediately for you.

+ they def call you their crush in interviews.

+ very flirty with you (yes i had to mention this again, so you understand the severity).

+ overall just being best fucking friends.

that girl is more strong than me, I would have already jumped on him

AND HE HAS TO LOWER SO MUCH TO EQUAL HEIGHT WITH HER

Dating a member of Guns n Roses… - Headcannon

Request: Headcannon about what is like to date each member of gnr?

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AXL ROSE:

Dating Axl could be described as dating a bomb, both in the positive and negative way. It is something to definitely consider, since he could wake up and be the sweetest man to you and be on time to shows and actually do what hes told and then on another day he’d wake up and be serious or turn his attention to something else, overwhelm himself and explode with the minimum.

Putting emotional instability on the table, listening and caring for him is something that happens often, most times hes comes and talks to you about whatever is happening, after he’s exploded, he gets pulled down from the skies with you and grounds his head.

Aside from that, dating Ax meant being spoiled, him buying you clothes, taking you out to diner dates, late night stay-at-home dates, kisses, pda, all of it!

He’s a hopeless romantic, he loves to secretly fantazise about the future you both could have, buying a house with extra rooms for children, putting a ring on your finger, growing old with you, and when you tell him that you want to move in together he lets you know all about his plans for the future. 

He loves to show you off, he’s the type of guy who loves to match, even if is only on small details, he never fails to talk about you, and often drives the band mad with just how much he talks about you while on tour, that is, only when you don’t accompany him since you have to work as well, which by the way, he’s totally against since “I can take care of you just fine” but you refuse since you are independent. 

Although he loves your private diner nights and dates, he also likes to party, hang out with his friends, get drunk, do crazy and stupid stuff sometimes, and you love to go out and just have fun with your friends as well, so you both attend many parties and after parties, also host many in you house eventually when you move in. 

You’re a couple that aren’t afraid of the media or the critics, you are who you are and do what you want, some of Axl arrogance definetly rubbed onto you if you weren’t already an arrogant person, and that meant a lot of experimentation in the sexual way with other people, private orgies with models and actors. 

But when it came to your intimate private sex, it was a rollercoaters, but a good one, one who made your knees weak and made you scream the whole ride. Axl was definetly a giver, he loved to make your eyes roll back and have you moan his name over and over, he loved to be told jusy how good he was making you feel, loved to touch you and make you feel good, sex was sometimes slow and passionate, but it could also be kinky and hard. Blindfolds, hanf cuffs, spankings, toys, he was always up expementing. 

During arguments you and Axl wer both rude, they tend to be explosive, but no matter where you are, you always waited to be in private, never in front of the cameras, and never in front of his or your friends. He says words that hurt and so do you, you attack each other with words and skin the other to the bone, cry and yell and break stuff to let the anger out, and end up having some sort of makeup passionate sex, ask for forgiveness, fix the problem once your anger is out and then move on.

IZZY STRADLIN:

When it comes to dating Izzy, a word that completely describes the vibe is: healthy. Even when he’s fucked up on something he’ll listen to you, he knows you mean well and when the rest of the boys say he’s wipped for you for listening, he just shooks his head. And when is time for you to listen you do as well, in a relationship with Iz the only thing you both want is to grow together and learn from the other.

He is a really private guy, so pda doesn’t happen much, although when you’re both alone he is turned into a fluff ball. The simple things are what really matter between you and him, holding hands, sleeping next to each other, private dinner dates, showering together or waking up slow in the morning, because of his schedule you don’t see each other often, so little moments like those are the ones that he appreciates the most.

Izzy is definitely a family guy; he wanted the simple life, pushing aside that he was in gnr, you and him eventually bought a small home with a big garden to raise a couple kids, have a few dogs, a place have a home a raise a family

During arguments shits never hit the fan, he was the type of guy to walk away to cool off and think about the problem from every point of view, to find a solution, and just talk calmly, and although that irritated you sometimes you were glad he did that, since it gave you time to think about it as well. Arguments would always be solved talking, they could get emotional at times, but they just made your relationship stronger.

Although Izzy was a reserved and quiet guy, every time he deemed appropriate, his hands were on you, loved to fuck you anywhere and anytime, if it wasn’t you the one waking him up by rubbing your ass on him it’d be him the one leaving a trail of kisses on your neck, and then after breakfast you’d hop into the shower together and what once was innocent would turn dirty as he fucked you in the shower, sex during movies and before bed, sex in the couch or in the morning, in your backyard during the middle of the night, didn’t matter where.

He loved to have you moan in his ear, to have his back scratched and to feel you tight around him right before you came. No matter what kind of sex it was he always loved to hold you close and tight. Love making would always be sweet and tender, but because of your neediness and his, it would end up being dirty and fast.

When you did go out to party with friends however, he was the one who’d talk and talk and talk, with anyone who talked back to him, you on the other hand loved to dance and jump around to the beat of a song, then, drunk out of your asses you’d join the other and talk pure bullshit, pure nonsense and laugh until your stomachs hurt, only to catch a cap home to have some drunken messy sex.

When he left gnr and sobered up he was a mess, a little unsure of the future of his carreer, but he was ready to leave the life he once knew, he wss happy he could finally have the quiet life you and him always talked about, so when he began his solo project and you went back to your normal 9 to 5 job he finally put a ring on it.

STEVEN ADLER:

Dating Steven is just the sweetest thing on earth, although when it got nasty it got nasty.

Steven was sweet and child like no matter how high or sober he was, he wad always loving and caring, always put you first in everything, even when it was time to make decisions about himself. Something that always made you a tad unconfy since you always told that although it was fine to have you as a priority, having himself as one was good too.

But when you two argued, it was like all the heavenly trance of love had become hell in a matter of seconds, screaming and calling each other names, and although you two were grown ass adults you two always stayed childish and it took days to fix an argument.

Steven is always protective of you, always jealous, when you two go out he never leaves you alone, always has a hand around your waist or hips to let everyone know you’re his, especially when you visit him on tour with motley crue

When he gets kicked out of gnr you are his support system, he’s a mess and using even more then before, depressed and just hopeless, and without you to hold and talk to and spend time with he would have dug himself down deeper into depression then he already was.

On a happy tune, when you guys eventually move in, which is super early in the relationship, you get dogs, not only pugs, and they become your kids before your actual kids come in the picture.

Sex with Steven was always passionate, no matter what, although it wsd passionate as well, between all the dirty talks he always manage to make you feel loved and comfortable, and he never failed to make you laugh during sex as well.

Stevie loved when you rode him, loves to have you on a full view as you fuck him, loves to hold your hips, and spread your ass, loves to touch and play with your breasts, he loves to watch your face twisted in pleasure, he’s all down to receive but nothing turns him more than knowing that the reason you’re cumin over and over is him.

SLASH:

Dating slash meant parties and drugs anf arguments and laughs and just everything. Dating him is like having a best friend, a friend with benefits, a boyfriend and a husband all together, it meant experimenting.

In sex he just wasn’t scared of anything, and the confidence in your relationship that just permited the other to experiment with other people in the bedroom but together obvs, no matter what the other would suggest you and him would be down.

Having that trust also meant that there was enough trust to be open and honest, so when he’d fuck up in someway or you, you’d talk about it, because at the end of the day, mistakes get made, and also you were both mature enough to fix through it and talk about it maturely

Arguments with him were passive aggressive, no yelling or calling names or breaking stuff, more like silent treats and them being broken only to say something that would refer to your argument or by apologies. By the end of it you’d be fine though

Slash wasn’t the jealous type, but at the same time if a guy would talk to you a little too sweet he wouldn’t hesitate into throwing punches.

You never move in together officially until you get married, he had his house and you had yours, but you hsd half of your stuff in his place and he had half of his place in yours, when you stayed over at his place it’d be for weeks and it was the same for him, you pretty much lived together but had to places.

DUFF MCKAGAN:

Dating duff was a dream, when he wasn’t on drugs at least. He was caring and loving, our boy is a hopeless romantic, always had flowers and dates and always showed you off, he was also a kinky bastard.

Sex was either rough or sweet, there was no in between, he treated you like a princess or a whore from hell. Always making sure you’re comfortable though, and the after sex was always caring, you’d always showered and then cuddled after.

Duff was always a family man, so often you talked about a future together, with a few kids and some dogs, a house to host holiday parties. You both just knew you’d end up married.

When he was really deep on drugs however, it was a nightmare, when he didn’t have his dose he was just the most insufferable human on earth, picking fights just because, and then he’d have his dose and apologise. When he got sober though, he kind of told you that he was going to dissapear for a little to the mountains and have his own way of rehab, and although you were scared you trusted him.

When he came back, after a little sentimental talk about how he felt great and how much y'all missed the other, he proposed.

Duff was never the jealous type, he loved showing you around and taking you places and when someone would approach you he just love to see their face fall when you’d turn them down, and he was always there when the other person would get too pushy.

During arguments even when either of you wanted to just go completely crazy and yell and hurt the other, you never did, instead you’d take breather and talk, talk and talk, repeat yourself over and over and then eventually come to a neutral space and fix the arguments, it’s was all healthy