Kurt Cobain Asleep After The Underwater Shoot Of Nirvana For Nevermind. Kurt Didn't Feel Well That Day.

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Can you do a fem!reader x Izzy Stradlin where the reader gets Izzy to try a strap on. At first he acts like he doesn't like it but then he starts to really get into it. The reader goes a little rough by like pulling his hair or pushing his head into the pillow, making him look at her while he begs for her to go softer. With some use of a mommy kink too please!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

A/n: Became self aware while writing this, might die later, haven’t decided yet

Warnings: Smut, pegging, begging, mommy kink, face riding, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Izzy let out a heavy sigh and brought the bottle to his lips, taking a swig of Jack Daniels. “I’m not ready for this.” He mumbled.

You chuckled and shook your head, arms wrapped around the one he used to hold himself up on the bed. “You’ll be fine, you just need to relax.”

You were both naked in your bed, Izzy had agreed to letting you peg him but only if he was wasted. This was his second bottle and it was almost empty. “I can’t relax with that thing staring at me.” He said, nodding to the black dildo that stuck out of the blankets, base attached to your strap.

You waved him off. “You’ll be fine, just let mommy take care of you.” You teased, taking the bottle from him and setting it on the bedside table.

Izzy heaved a sigh again and moved to his hands and knees. “And if I say cinnamon?” He asked, looking back at you.

“I’ll stop, I promise.”

“Fucking better.” You rolled your eyes at his grumbling and squirt some lube onto two fingers, he’d already been prepped but you wanted to be safe. You smeared the cold substance over him, plunging your fingers into his hole and making him gasp.

You planted your hands on his hips and pushed into him, pulling his hips to yours and pausing, letting him adjust to the stretch before you started moving.

It wasn’t long before you started hearing him moan. He bit his lip to silence them but they kept coming. “See? It’s good, isn’t it?” You asked, rubbing up and down his sides in a soothing gesture as you rocked your hips into him.

"Shut up." He grunted, voice shaky as a moan tried to escape him. "Just go faster."

"Oh?" You mused. "Is that so? Poor puppy wants mommy to do faster, huh?" He huffed, shooting you a look. You snapped your hips into him and got to see his eyes flutter, the way they crossed ever so slightly. "Mommy's feeling nice, don't you worry, sweetheart."

Izzy's arms gave out when you sped up, forcing his face into the pillow below. It was enough for Izzy and he stopped manually muffling himself, unfortunately for him it wasn't a very thick pillow.

You heard every whine, every moan, all those little whimpers and begs for more, aching cock dribbling onto the towel you put underneath him before you even started. He thought it was stupid but you promised he'd be creaming by the time you were done with him. You loved keeping your promises.

"Oh-oh god, please, mommy, I-I can't- I can't take it anymore, please!" He cried, desperately trying sit himself up so he could look back at you. Deciding to help him you grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him back.

"Yeah? What is it, sweetheart? Mommy needs you to use your words, can you do that for her?" You asked, tone mocking while he sniffled and whimpered.

"I-I- oh god- ngh ah!" He cried. His perky cock rested against his abdomen, beating an angry red and leaking pre all the way down until it dripped off his balls. "Cum, can-can I cum? Please, mommy." Your brows raised at that. You called yourself mommy, Izzy had called you that on occasion but only as a joke, he was never begging you, all snot nosed and needy.

You let go of his hair and let him fall back onto the mattress. "Roll over." You ordered. "Mommy wants to see puppy's pretty face when he cums on her cock." You said, pulling out just so he could move onto his back, hands pre-emptively going to the pillow, stained with tears, under his head to have something to cling onto.

Your hands went to his thighs, you could see he was thinking the same as you. Time and time again you found yourself in this positions, hands on thighs and pillows, crying and begging for more. Usually it was the other way around, which made this weird, not weird, really, but... different.

You smiled down at him, leaning down to kiss him. "Mommy's gonna make her good boy cum, don't worry." You said, bringing a hand up to push his hair out of his face, a few strands still sticking to his forehead from sweat. "And then you'll make mommy cum, how about that?"

He nodded eagerly. "I-I promise, mommy." He mused, swallowing thickly, not from nervousness though.

You smiled down at him and sat up straighter. "Good boy, I'll hold you to that, you know." He didn't care, he was a cockdrunk slut, reaching for a high.

You rocked and rolled your hips, setting that same brutal pace as before, snapping your hips into his and hearing those sounds bounce off the walls and right back onto your ears, he didn't even try to hide them anymore, he wanted you to hear him, wanted you to hear how good you were making him feel.

Izzy reached for yours in a desperate moment, forcing your attention away from his puffy hole sucking you in to his wet cheeks and red eyes, pout tugging at his lips. "Mommy-mommy, please, lemme cum, m'so close, lemmy cum!" He pleaded, weakly tugging on your hand.

You chuckled softly and nodded. "Be a good boy and let it out, let it all out for mommy." You mused, letting go of his hand to stroke his dick, making him gasp loudly.

You watched his eyes roll back into his head and his back arch off the mattress. You heard him go silent and saw the spurts of cum shoot from his slit and onto his stomach and chest, shifting with every heave of breath he took in.

His jaw stayed dropped the whole time as he stared into oblivion, taking in the pleasure as it racked his body. He swallowed and brought his hazy eyes back to you once he came down from it, a tired smile spreading over his face. "Thank you, mommy."

You smiled back at him undid the strap wrapped tightly around you, doing your best to keep the dildo in him. "Don't thank me yet, sugar, you still need to fulfill your end of the bargain." His brows furrowed slightly but quickly widened when he realized what you meant as you moved up the bed, hovering over his face.

His whining and crying only spurred you on as you rode his face, his tongue buried deep in you, nose bumping your clit while you held onto the headboard for stability. Feeling that knot in your gut tightening, ready to snap, your moans got louder and you heard every whimper from Izzy, the sensations it sent through you were heavenly, with that toy still buried deep inside him every twitch was painful with pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, you're so good, such a good boy for mommy!" You moaned, head falling back as you felt the strings of the knot coming undone. Izzy's hands were on your thighs, squeezing them so tightly while you bounced on his face.

You called out for him as you came, hips not stopping and you sat your entire weight on him, suffocating him, not that he cared, neither did you, not in the slightest.

You moved off of him, breathing heavy. Izzy slowly sat up next to you, pulling the dildo out of him and tossing it on the floor. He curled up next to your side, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you tighter to him.

You chuckled and swatted at him. "Don't try and act all tough guy, you were the one begging mommy to let you cum." You teased, kissing his cheek.

Izzy snorted but had no reply. He was tired and nuzzled into you, kissing your cheek. You heard his breathing get softer and softer until he was asleep against you.

One Plane Ride Later (Duff McKagan x Reader)

Pairing: modern!Duff x reader

Words: 1546

Request: @anygnr​ : “Hi i love your writing and I would like to ask for one with Duff McKagan at the current age, anything you want, sorry for the bad english❤”

Summary: Sitting next to Duff on a plane by chance and talking music :) Thanks for the request and patience, love!

Taglist: @ubernoxa​ @the–blackdahlia​ @reigns420​ @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker​ @rumoured-whispers​ @born-to-lose​ @lost-in-the-80s​ @teasid​ @petals-and-bullets​ @ginny-rose-sixx

This was the second time you had subtly done your best to readjust in your seat without bothering the man next to you. Of course, that proved to be extremely difficult on an airplane.

You made the mistake of glancing over at him to check and make sure he didn’t have an expression of annoyance on his face—that was the last thing you wanted from this man. Your heart jolted; he was already looking right at you.

Oh god! You thought, giving a sheepish smile as you quickly averted your eyes. You felt yourself begin to sweat despite the personal air conditioning blowing onto your face from above.

“Everything alright?” Now, the man was speaking. His voice sounded exactly the same as the million times you had heard it before, only this time it wasn’t on some interview clip or a song. No, he was speaking to you.

“Huh—oh, yeah!” You replied quickly. His eyes lingered on you, polite and open to conversation and you felt the need to explain yourself. “I, uh, just can’t find my headphones. For the flight.”

“Oh. Bummer.” He replied, before he glanced down at his lap. “Well, hey, we can both share mine.”

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Cuddle..sex?

Terror Twins x Reader

Tw: Swears, gentle sex, sleepy Nikki, Energetic Tommy, your lazy, fem!reader, masterbation, Nikki and Tommy flirting.

Nikki was cuddling you, his head between your boobs as he snored quietly. Then the door flung open, you moved your head away from the pillow to look up at Tommy.

"Tommy... what the fuck- shhh... Nikki's slee-" You were quickly cut off by Tommy screaming.

"THERE'S A SPIDER-... And I'm horny" He yelled, Nikki grumbled as Tommy yelled. He nuzzled his head into your chest more as Tommy looked over at Nikki.

"You guys cuddling with our me? Huh, guess I'll just jerk off at the end of the bed" Tommy grumbled as he sat down at the end.

Nikki looked up at Tommy, "Won't let me do that huh?" Nikki teased as he cuddled you— it got a giggle out of you.

"Get over here hot stuff and do it" Tommy flirted with a smirk, you giggled gently.

"Why don't I help out too, huh?- Well, actually. Me and Nikki are kinda comfortable right now..." You said, Tommy threw his head back and let out an exaggerated groan as he crawled over to you two and laid between you guys.

"Hey! Fuck off I was cuddling her!" Nikki groaned as he crawled over Tommy and cuddled you again.

Tommy got behind you and began to undo his pants, he kicked them off and tossed them in the floor. You were wearing thin shorts so you felt his cock press against you ass, Nikki grunted as he reached over to Tommy's clothes cock and began to rub it.

"Fuhh- fuckin' hell..." Tommy mumbled, he slipped your shorts off and then your panties came off quickly after.

He began to rub your wet slit, then your clit causing soft moans to slip from your mouth. Nikki was still stroking Tommy cock witch made him grunt and groan, Tommy then took off his boxers and pulled you into his lap.

"Hey! What the fuck Tommy..." Nikki grumbled, pulling his own pants off and then his boxers.

"What.." Tommy grumbled as he sat up and let you grind yourself against his cock, before slipping himself into you.

You moaned and tossed your head back, your cunt was tight around his thick cock.

"Mm...fuck, fuckin' hell." Tommy mumbled, it made Nikki jealous. Nikki was still rather tired so he yawned before beginning to rub his dick gently.

Your nails dug into Tommy's back as you bounced on his cock making small slapping noises. Nikki growled softly as he bucked his hips into his hand, it wasn't enough.

"Awh, Nikki gettin' a little jealous over there?" Tommy asked, one of his hand going to your hips as the other went to go jerk Nikki off.

Nikki whined impatiently, he was so tired yet so horny. You smirked as Tommy jerked Nikki off gently, Nikki let out a soft moan as he looked at you.

You quickly slipped off Tommy's dick, his cock was now wet and throbbing.

"Fuck..c'mon, please..?" Tommy grunted as he watched you curl up next to Nikki, he laid on his side and pulled you towards him. You nuzzled your head into his chest as he slipped his cock into your warm cunt.

"Fuh-fuck..i- shit.." He mumbled gently as he slowly thrusted in and out of you, Tommy quickly became jealous so he took Nikki's hand and put it in his own cock.

Nikki jerked off Tommy gently as he slowly went in and out of you, you felt him becoming close to coming.

Tommy thrusted his hips up into Nikki's hand as he quickly came, Tommy's cum got all over Nikki's hand so you smirked before pulling Nikki's hand towards your face. Tommy groaned as he watched you lick it off Nikki's hand, you were moaning quietly as Nikki quickly came in you.

Nikki was panting softly as he pulled out of you, he whined softly.

"Cuddle..?" Nikki mumbled, so you curled up Infront of him, and Tommy wrapped himself around Nikki from behind him.

"Night..." Nikki was cut off by a yawn. "Night..."

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Day 10: Hairpulling

A/n: Day 9 is coming, when I don't know because I have no idea what to write for food play with Axl

Warnings: Smut, soft + rough sex, hairpulling, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

Kirk was always sweet with you. You'd been dating for a few months, he definitely wasn't against fucking you, he was just gentle.

You didn't hate it, of course not, you loved how he was with you, but that didn't stop you from being... well, you.

Kirk had your hips in his lap, hands running up and down your sides as you lay back on the, rolling his hips to meet yours in slow, deep thrusts.

"You-you're so pretty." He purred, leaning down as you reached for him. He'd already made you cum twice, now twitching inside you as he held off on his own high.

The way his fingers danced in feather-light touches over your sweat-coated skin, sensitive and achy as he teased you.

Your arms wrapped around him, holding him close. "Kirk, please, faster... need it so bad..." You trailed, breathy moan falling from your lips.

"As you wish, my love." He mused, repositioning himself so he laid between your legs which you wrapped around him, pulling him closer.

He did just that, quickening his pace for you. His grunts and groans, soft moans even, fell onto your ears as he placed gentle kisses over your jaw and down your neck.

It wasn't much different to every other time you were together like this but it was just that little kick that had heat pooling in your core.

His hands rested on either side of your head, your hands moved over the expanse of his back, lightly clawing at his shoulders and accidently tugging on a few strands of his hair.

You heard a noise you'd never heard from him; a growl. Kirk, the one and only softy who had a real weird side to him, growled.

Wanting to test it out again, you reached for him, with more purpose this time. You grabbed a small handful of hair. "What-what are you-?" He was cut off by another gruff sound as you pulled on his hair. "Fuck, why would you do that?" He asked, voice much harsher than it ever had been with you.

"I-I wanted to see..." You said, breath airy. Your eyes fluttered as he continued to fuck you, movements getting faster and harsher as you tugged on his hair again. "Fuck me, Kirk." You moaned.

"I am, if you'd just stop-!" Again he was cut off by your pulling.

"Why, does it hurt?" You asked, only a little concerned.

"No, just-" He reached for your hand, holding it above your head. You just grabbed his hair in the other hand, causing a groan to rip from him, a particularly harsh snap of his hips sending jolts through you.

"Fine, you wanna play that?" He grumbled, continuing the movement, snapping his hips into yours as many times as you'd tug on his hair until the bedframe was rocking, knocking against the wall repeatedly.

Your back arched, replacing those soft moans Kirk was used to hearing from you he heard whines and cries of his name echoing off the walls, and all you did was tug his hair.

You would definitely have to do this again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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