#classic rock x reader

[kisstytea]

Eric Carr Fluff Headcanons

•AHHHH he’s so skrunkly <333

•He loves you sm istg he doesn’t want to leave your side ever!!

•Little bb Eric loves being snuggled up in a bunch of blankets with you and being all warm 🥺

•He buries his face in your neck and ends up falling asleep all comfy and cozy

•Also pls help this lil foxy boy brush his hair it is a mess in the morning

•Like I mean TANGLY

•Speaking of hair, he LOVES when you scratch his head. Like please do it he will melt.

•Whenever you’re sad, he orders you pizza and you guys eat all of it together while watching a movie

•And whenever he’s sad you make him hot chocolate and give him snuggles 🥰 

•Pls give this lad affection and he will do the same right back <333

[lsd-astronaut]

Guess who’s back baby after so many months of hiatus lol

[rocketqueen1989x]

axl wearing black nail polish is so cunty to me

[naturebyadelina]

cuties

[princess-lvcifer]

The GNR x Reader Hispanic fanfics on 2010's Wattpad were something else man what do you mean Axl's my step-father and Slash's my babysitter and Steven's my neighbour who paralyzed me on a car accident

[skeletonea]

He can put it all my holes

[emlovslennon]

omgg last night I dreamed about supeeer cute soft dom george being very affectionate and giving making love to reader making her forget all her insecurities whispering in her ear a lot of worship, it's my first request and don't speak English very well but I'm here hehe love ya!

GUYS IM ALIVE HOLY FUCK BALLS !!! Anyway HEHEHHEHE evil laughter back to my mischievousness (mental illness). Also I LOVE YOU TOO

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Era: 1965 cuz i feel like it

Audible moan.

-

You had been feeling extremely insecure ever since you got back from the opening of the the Beatles new movie, “Help!” You saw how in the newspapers they were saying incredibly cruel things about you, especially about how tight your black dress was when you wore it to the premiere. It was, “Name the Beatles wife with the worst taste?” Or “That dress certainly doesn’t look flattering on her!” Like it was some joke. You felt tears brim your eyes just thinking about it. You’d constantly look in the mirror and pinch at your stomach and thighs, you just couldn’t understand why you couldn’t be as beautiful as Jane or Maureen or Cynthia.

“Love, I’m back! Love? What’s wrong?” George said, he had just gotten back from a meeting about an upcoming album, so he unfortunately couldn’t take you along since it was a private meeting, not a public one. You were laying on your shared bed crying, with a newspaper at your side. The one that completely wrecked your self esteem. George caught on and picked up, in complete anger, he ripped the newspaper up and threw it in the trash.

“Absolute bloody rubbish! I hate those damn newspapers, y/n, come ‘ere love.” He said, quite angry, but gentle once he called your name. He couldn’t believe someone could say that about his wife. He thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. How could anyone not agree? They must be blind.

“Love, don’t listen to those bloody bastards, you are the most beautiful and lovely woman I ever laid eyes and have ever met. If they don’t believe that, then they must not have eyes.” He whispers in your ear, playing with your hair. Your tears at this point subsided and you looked up at him, he gave you a grin and kissed your forehead. You know this probably wasn’t the best timing, but you just couldn’t resist when he looks at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes.

“George, could you maybe show me how beautiful I am?” You say quietly, George winks at you in a joking manner and wiggles his eyebrows which make you giggle. George slowly positioned you to get you to lay on your back while he slowly got on top of you.

“I mean it when I say you look stunning in anything.” He whispers, playing with the hem of your black night gown, it was short and only went down to almost the end of your inner thighs. He looked at you for permission and you nodded, as he slowly lifted up your night gown, leaving completely exposed. You usually didn’t bother with under garments when you were going to sleep, you just didn’t feel the need for it.

“You amaze me every time, y’know that?” He praised, as his hands went to your breasts as he pulled you into a passionate kiss, leaving you breathless. George lifted himself up to take off his black long sleeve shirt and the pair of black pants he wore with it, as he went back down to kiss your neck, he hand slowly wandered down to your core, lightly rubbing causing you to whimper. George grinned at the sound, George loved nothing more than when you made noises for him, he doesn’t even really care when it comes to him getting off it’s just as long as you do he’s good.

“Can I?” He asks, his fingers nearing and circling your hole, you nod frantically as he giggles at your reaction, he slowly inserts two fingers into you. You bite your lip and throw your head back into the pillows with the intrusion. But you couldn’t lie, his fingers do wonders. He slowly thrusts them in and out as he watches you whimper and moan, he usually never goes fast unless you tell him to, he’s just never really been that kind of person. Whereas someone like John is the complete opposite.

“F-faster, George!” You moan out, causing George to kiss and suck on your neck harder than he did before as he went faster, your juices starting to seep down to the sheets as the noises coming from your core begin to echo through out the room. You felt the tightness and heat in your belly about to burst and you knew that only meant one thing.

“George-I’m-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence as you felt as if you were sitting stars as your orgasm hit. George never wanted to admit it, but he absolutely adored when you orgasm your a shaking and moaning mess for him, you look absolutely wrecked just from his fingers.

“Are you ready? Do you need a minute?” He asks, one thing to note about George, is that he is huge on consent, he would never, ever, do something that you didn’t like or something that he thought could hurt you. It would break him into a million pieces if that happened.

“Yes, please!” You say shakily, George nods as he kissed your forehead, slowly lining himself up and entering you.

“You’re always so good for me, always. No one could ever compare.” He whispers lovingly, kissing your earlobe as he slowly thrusts in and out of you.

“Your noises are to die for, you are to die for, i can’t get enough of you.” George loved praising you during sex, he always took pride in doing so.

“G-George, please.” You whisper, George looks up at you, with a questioning face.

“Please, faster! Please!” You moaned out, George gave you a smile and kissed your cheek as he went faster, but not too fast, just slightly faster than the pace he was going. You moan out as he brings his fingers down to your clit and rubs circles round it, making your legs shake. You could feel your orgasm getting closer and creeping up on you like it was the grim reaper.

“George! Im gonna cum, please!” You cried out, all the worry, sadness, and insecurities you were experiencing early had completely disappeared. They were nowhere to be found. George always managed to make your worries and fears go away, it’s like he was magic. But to be fair, he pretty much was.

“Aw, come on pretty girl, cum on me, go on.” George groaned, feeling his own orgasm creep up on him, and before you know it, it wasn’t before too long both of you came together. You were shaking and moaning for quite a bit even after he pulled out and kissed your face all over. George laid on his side and brought the covers over both of you.

“Did that make you feel any better?” George asked, his hand holding yours, you look up at him with a smile.

“What was I upset about again?”

-

THIS WAS KINDA CHEESY BUT WOOOOAH I LOVED IT

[catchthewindd]

Craving Kisses - David Bowie

You are David Bowie’s makeup artist, and he has a new makeup idea he’d like you to try for tonight’s show…

“Do send her in, I’m ready for her now.”, David told his personal assistant. She left the room after his request, and promptly fetched you, David’s makeup artist for the tour. As you entered, you were greeted with a pensive smile from Mr. Bowie. You made your way over to the makeup chair where he already sat, ready for you to pretty him up.

“I was wondering if we could try a slightly different look for tonight’s show. And by slightly, I mean completely different.”, David asked you, cheekily delivered and all.

Being the adaptive professional you are, you swiftly agreed, “Absolutely, David. What did you have in mind?”

David did not initially answer you with words, but instead with an action. He reached out for a bright red lipstick residing on the countertop, and applied it to his lips. He then stood up, getting close enough to the vanity mirror, then beginning to pepper said mirror in perfectly placed lipstick kisses.

You watched, confused. And then his words came:

“The mirror is my face. My lips are your lips.”

You froze. It was hard enough to touch his face with just your brushes, or worse, hands on a normal day. To pepper his face with kisses from your lips and remain normal about it? It seemed impossible.

As if sensing your nervousness, which to be clear was quite obvious, he spoke again.

“It’s just me, it’s just art. Nothing to be afraid of, darling. I don’t bite- unless you want me to.”, he playfully added. He knew your response would be that of a flustered one. And flustered you were.

Unsure what to even say back to him, you slowly grabbed the lipstick from his hand, and started applying it on yourself. He cheered as you did such, and smugly awaited your touch.

“Where would you like me to start, David?”, you shyly asked him.

“Here love, I’ll just point and you just pucker, okay?”, he replied and you nodded profusely. Probably a little too profusely.

The first kiss was on his forehead.

His long, pale, finger pointed to the center of his forehead, lightly tapping there until you made contact. You cautiously started to lean closer to him, your eyes fixed on his, his eyes fixed on your lips, your lips ready to pucker, his lips resting in a smirk. You could hear him whispering “Any day now, sweetheart”, and just as he did so, you found your lips crashing into his face, a soft murmur you could have sworn was a moan escaping his lips as you did so. As you pulled back, you were certain your face was red as a tomato. Yes it was “just art”, but it was so intimate, so personal, your lip print adorning his face. He looked beautiful with just the single kiss on his face, but he wanted more. And he made sure you knew he wanted more, by tapping his left cheekbone next.

It wasn’t confidence, instead more of an experience thing (now having done this once before) that lead this cheekbone kiss to happen much quicker than the last. You let this one linger a little longer, and David surely noticed as he chuckled slightly as you pulled away again.

You slowly started to gain a rhythm. Tap. Kiss. Tap. Kiss. Re-apply lipstick. Tap. Kiss. The more you kissed him, the more you found yourself getting comfortable around him. It seems he too could sense this, so he started pointing to face-adjacent locations for you to decorate. He started with his jaw, his ears, then his neck, to almost his chest. By now, he had thought it clear that his intentions were lustful. But yet again being the professional you are, you still managed to convince yourself that this was just another makeup gig. Just another pay check. You were about to be proved wrong.

He pointed once again to his chin, which slightly perplexed you, seeing as you had already kissed him in that spot. Not wanting to lose momentum though, you leaned in without question. As your lips approached landing, David’s head suddenly jolted down, ensuring that your lips met his lips, instead of meeting his chin. He smiled into the kiss, and although it startled you, your increasing desperation and hunger for him allowed you to get lost in it all. Neither of you pulled away for a while, instead you began bringing yourselves closer to one another, him grasping your face, and you weaving your fingers through his hair. When you did finally pull away from each other, there were no words from either one of you. Intense eye contact and heavy breathing told the both of you everything you needed to know.

He came close to you once again, and whispered in your ear: “after the show.”

[gnrswife]

slash xfem!reader reader is Axl's gf

warnings:smut,cheating

words:196

This was so wrong. Your head was cloudy from the alcohol and the music bumping off the walls from the party going on. You looked at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom. Tits spilling out of the tiny pink dress, maybelline lipgloss smeared, face completely fucked out. You couldn’t think straight as your boyfriend’s best friend was demolishing your pussy. You don’t even remember how it got to this, besides Axl was being an asshole from the minute you arrived at the party mixed in with a few shots of Vodka with Duff

“What would Axl think that his girlfriend is getting her shit pounded in by his best friend?” slash's tone, condescending as he pulled all the way out making you whine from the loss of contact. “And acting like a slut when I pull out.” He laughed.

“slash please..” You whimpered pathetically.

His large hand came to your throat, squeezing it tightly as he slammed back into you with full force. Thick dick filling your soaked hole once again making your tummy feel funny. “slash please.” He mocked you like the asshole he was. You loved it though. He put you in check, unlike Axl who would guilt trip you and storm off. He looked so fucking good too. top hat still on his head, shirt lifted up to expose those toned abs as he thrusted into.

“I knew you were a little bimbo slut the moment Axl started dating you. Running around in all those tiny skirts with your ass hanging out. Drooling on a fucking sucker while you bat those pretty eyelashes. You have no idea what you do to me.” His voice making your clench his cock.

“Keep that shit up you are gonna make me blow my load inside you.”

First slash fic how is it

[kisstytea]

Can I uh… get a nice cup of fluff headcanons for Vinnie Vincent kind of like the ones you did for Eric?

😳 👉🏻👈🏻

YES OFC I LOVE HIMS

Warnings: I accidentally added in the fact that I think Vinnie’s kind of a sub so uhm take that as you will

A/N: I LOVE HIM AND HE DESERVES MORE ATTENTION 😤

Vinnie Vincent Fluff HCs

•oml he LOVES YOU 

•A lot like Eric, he’s really clingy but a bit more possessive but not in a bad way

•It’s more of like a “you’re mine and I don’t want anyone to hurt you” kind of thing. So he’s always holding your hand or has his arm around your shoulder in public. 

•He thinks it’s kinda cute when you steal his clothes (like especially the ankh necklace-)

•Honestly you tease him a lot and say he looks like a very pretty woman but w knows you’re joking

•Oh yeah and Vinnie also likes to be cuddled as well. He’s the little spoon ofc

•Honestly probably a subby boi ngl because like- yeah. This man is CLEARLY a bottom

•I mean he’s got to be a switch at most 

•If you tell him he’s pretty, istg he’ll die on the spot.

•Sometimes he talks in his sleep at night but it’s always something stoopid like “but I don’t wanna be a donut” and it makes you giggle

•Whenever he’s sad, you’ll let him rest his head on you and listen to him talk about it

•He’ll be a dick sometimes and steal one of your nachos but you don’t say anything because he’s cute 

•He has goddamn noodle arms but he actually gives the best hugs

•Give this lanky bitch all the love he deserves pls (BECAUSE HE’S SO UNDERRATED 😤)

[rocketqueen1989x]

GAWDDDD DAMMMMM😩😩😩

[skeletonea]

The rumours are true, I'm a whore for them

[emlovslennon]

anotha one because holy fuck this man makes me feral.

era: 1968-early ‘69

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John has been inside our bedroom for at least 2 hours, practicing the same song over and over again. The only song he actually cares about, that is. John has about completely given up on the band, but he at least there’s some energy. One thing to know about John, however, is that he HATES being interrupted. Even by his wife. But, you’ve been craving his touch for weeks, he’s hardly paid any mind, so why not take a risk?

Once you mustered up the courage, and by mustering up you put on a short, skimpy, night gown John had bought you for your second wedding anniversary and some black, see through tights. You slowly, but surely walked up to the door. It took you a good thirty seconds to actually open the door. John didn’t even look at you when you opened the door, to see you standing by the doorway barely covered.

“Johnny, please, it’s been forever. I want you.” You whimpered, too scared to be too loud.

“Y/n… What have I told you at least a thousand times? I’m working, not the time.” John warns, looking back at me. You could see on his face that a blush appeared, he bit his lip, staring you down his down like a predator finding it’s prey.

“But please, John. I promise just one time and you can go back to-“ you was quickly cut off by John nearly slamming his guitar to the ground and getting off of your shared bed to come up and grab you by the chin.

“You just don’t like listening, do you? Been a lot more bitchy lately cuz I haven’t been bedding you. Now you’re just gonna have to take whatever I fucking give you. Do you hear me, girl?” John reprimanded. You felt the heat between your legs beginning to drool and throb. This was gonna be rough, but it’s something.

John grabbed you and threw you onto the bed, you could hear the ruffling of clothes as John unbuckled his belt and undid his purple button up.

“Hands and knees. Now.” John growled, his voice was low and domineering. You actually felt, afraid in way. But it just turned you on. You never saw John like this, and you couldn’t help but like it. You instantly got up on your hands and knees, your head resting against the plush pillow underneath you. He ripped your tights down to your thighs, exposing your bottom half to him.

“You do not understand the amount of stress I’m under right now. The last thing I need is my ever so loving wife to act like a fucking dog in heat.” Johns voice got louder. Without warning, John smacked his belt against your lower half, causing you to cry out.

“John, please. ‘M wanna help you.” You murmured. John looked at you, amazed. You would really do anything for him if it means you got stuffed full of his cock, or if it made him feel better. He really won the jackpot by finding you.

“You wanna help me, baby? Well, I suppose you can. But I’m warning you now, I’m not going easy on ye. So if you need to smack me or tell to me to stop, please do.” He said, quite softly. The softness didn’t last long however, he brought he belt back to your ass again. Your cunt was glistening, wetness pooling down your thighs, aching for him.

“Holy fuck, you like this, y/n? You like how I’m marking your little ass? Huh? Your cunts crying for me.” John chuckled. You put this man in pure disbelief. You make it so hard for him to stay mad at you.

After about six more lashes from his belt, your ass was completely red and bruised. There was definitely gonna be a mark or two (or three) in the morning. Your thighs were shaking, you could feel tears wanting to escape your eyes, but you loved it. Honestly, this was so much better than just regular love making. John took his cock out of his boxers and teased you with it. You were so drenched that your wetness was pooling onto the bedsheets below. Johns mouth literally felt like watering. You were fighting the urge to grind back on him, trying to get him to go inside.

“Almost forgot, baby. Need to stretch ya out.” John mumbled under his breath. He put two fingers into your drooling cunt without warning. Your sighs turned into cries as he scissored you fast and quick. Your heart was pounding, you felt like you were on cloud nine. The pleasure was unbearable.

“Fuck, such a good little girl, you are. Taking everything I give you. My obedient little whore. I fucking love it.” John praised. The praises made you moan louder, the squelching noises from your cunt more than audible.

“John, fuck, please, please.” You begged. Your voice pathetically hoarse from your cries.

“Gonna need more convincing than that. That’s pathetic.” John said. You cried out again when his fingers continually hit your sweet spot.

“John please fuck me. I need you so badly, I’ll be so good please. ‘M so wet for you.” You begged. God, it was dirty, so pathetic. But oh my god. You loved it so much. John almost burst when he heard you beg. He swore it was the hottest thing he had ever heard in his life. John spent no time thrusting his whole length inside you. Giving you no time to adjust.

You screamed at the intrusion. John pounded you like it was last fuck on earth. All the stress from the rehearsals and the rocky friendship with Paul gone away. All he could think about was making his good girl cum. (And himself, duh). You were so, so good to him.

“Yeah, that feel good, sweet girl? Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Lemme hear how good I fuck you.” John demanded. If you weren’t already screaming the house down, you sure as hell were now. Johns cock hit all the right places inside you. But, fuck. He was relentless.

“J-john, s-slow down!” You yelled out. John slapped your ass in response, causing you to cry out.

“You can take it, baby. I know you can. Come on, fucking take it.” John grunted. You turned to look at him. He looked fucking mesmerizing. Sweat was all down his chest and all over his face, his long hair stuck to his forehead and messy. He was biting his lip and he gotten rid of his glasses. He looked like a god.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer to your sweet release. John caught you staring and gave you a smirk and playful slap to your ass, causing you to gasp. You attempted to look away but John grabbed you once again and flipped you over, so you were underneath him. He pulled you down and pinned your arms above your head, and continued to pound into you. Your thighs and poor cunt started to get sore from the rough treatment, but you can’t say you were complaining in the slightest.

“J-john, I-I-“ you panted. You couldn’t even properly form words anymore. John was fucking you way too good, to the point of being brainless.

“Aw, can’t speak, baby? Is Johnny fucking you too good? Huh? Wanna cum? My angel wants to cum?” John cooed. His hand caressing your cheek as he kissed your forehead. Even if this started because he undeniably pissed, he still couldn’t help but fawn over his beautiful girl. All his.

All you could do was nod. John was thinking about teasing you a bit more and edging you, but you’ve done way too good for him. It just wouldn’t be fair.

“Come on, y/n. Cum for me. Fuck.” John moaned. The squelching sound from your cunt intensified, and you felt an even more overpowering feeling than just a “regular” orgasm. Your weak cries turned into screams as you squirted all onto Johns cock and bedsheets. John stopped his thrusting and watched. Not only was he shocked, he was internally proud of himself.

“What a good fucking girl. Look at that.” John whispered in awe. You were trembling and had tears running down your face, your mascara was staining your cheeks. It pulled at Johns heartstrings. He felt awful now.

“Y/n…Are you okay? Honey, I’m sorry. I’ll clean you up.” Before he could get up and grab a towel, you quickly grabbed his arm.

“No, need you to cum in me. Please. ‘M wanna make you feel good.” You begged weakly. John was taken aback, but smirked as he pinned back to the bed, his hand lightly grasping your neck as he began to pound himself inside you again. You ached as you felt so overstimulated, but you wanted him to get his release. He deserved one too.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum. Just wait a little longer baby.” He grunted. His grunts becoming louder and his pants increasing. He was fucking hot. John let out a strangled moan as he filled you up to the brim. He slowly let his weight fall on top of you. His hair fell to each side of your face.

“T-thank you.” You whisper to him. John looks up, smiling sweetly. He slowly pulls out of you and looks at his cum dripping from your abused cunt.

“Honey, really. If I hurt you, I’m sorry. You’re so precious to me. I hope you know that.” John said with genuine sympathy. You grasped his hand and nuzzled into his chest.

“No, please. Let’s do that more often.”

Needless to say, John took note of that.

-

Needless to say, i let out some steam and some sexual frustration in this so uhm enjoy HAHSHS.

[kisstytea]

Paul Stanley X GN! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of bodily dysphoria, Tears, Fluff

A/N: My dysphoria has been ✨horrible✨ since New Year’s. So I wrote this self indulgent piece of half-assed garbage 

You hated this…vessel you were forced to walk around in. It was a body you were never comfortable with in the first place, why were you forced to stay in it?

After walking around for months, condensing all of these feelings within yourself, you suddenly snapped. All it took was one look in the mirror, and you were on the floor crying. 

Paul, your boyfriend of several years, immediately came rushing to your side as soon he heard a thump from downstairs. Lovingly, he scooped your trembling figure into his arms, carefully carrying you to your soft, comfy bed.

“Can I ask you what’s wrong baby?” He cooed, brushing hair from out of your face. 

You buried your face into the mattress, “I hate my stupid body Paul! Why couldn’t I be born with a body I’m comfortable with? It’s not fair! I hate this!” You practically screamed, so frustrated and tired of these emotions. 

Paul hated it when he had to watch you go through this pain, it crushed his soul into a million pieces. 

Slowly, his body engulfed yours, stroking your hair soothingly. “I love you so much baby doll. And I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel better about yourself, got it?”

You shifted around, gazing into Paul’s soft chocolate eyes, “Really?” You beamed, thinking of how much more comfortable you could finally be.

A soft smile came across his lips as he stroked your cheek, “Really.” he repeated.

You practically tackled him into a hug, burying your face into his fuzzy chest as you let out cries of “Oh Paulie thank you! I love you!” Through your lips.

He stuck to his word, doing whatever it took to make you happier in your skin, and it was beyond worth it to see you happy.

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Honestly kind of glad I made this! Ily all, ⭐️💙

[rocketqueen1989x]

look at the size of his MIDDLE FINGER

[alien-4-life]

If you only like tom and bill and call yourself a tokio hotel fan, you arent, they are a band and each one of them does hard work and we should appreciate the four of them, each one of them has their own charm,i honestly never saw a tumblr tokio hotel account that is georg/gustav themed, we should really start to appreciate other band members!