#guns n roses nsft

[haywire-hetfield]

hello ! how are you ? :)

i was thinking bottom izzy x top duff with 9 ?

I'm good, thank you!

Send me a number along with a pairing (or leave it to dealers choice) and I'll write you a snippet (500 words or less)

9) "Let them hear you. I want them to."

Izzy’s stomach was tight, heat coiling deep in his gut as Duff rocked into him. They’d managed to sneak off to one of the bedrooms in their house and he honestly couldn’t even remember whose home they were in. It didn’t matter much, though. All he could focus on was how good Duff felt inside of him, long and thick enough to stretch Izzy open without hurting him. 

“Faster,” Izzy encouraged. Each thrust right now was long and deep, although he was going relatively slow. Duff nodded behind him, pushing him harder against the wall and using the added leverage to move quicker. Izzy’s breath caught in his throat as Duff picked up his pace, rubbing along his prostate with every movement. “Yes, fuck. Just like that,” He murmured, voice shaking with every thrust. 

Duff slid his hands away from his waist, resting them on the wall instead. It allowed him to press closer to Izzy’s back, managing to thrust deeper into him. He rested his head on Izzy’s shoulder and Izzy smiled, listening to how hard Duff was breathing. He’d occasionally let out a small whimper or moan, close to Izzy’s ear now. 

They could hear people moving around the rest of the house, laughing and carrying on. Izzy was suddenly reminded of just how packed the house was, so many people so close to them and only separated by a few thin walls. Duff shoved harder into him, drawing out a low whine. Izzy felt a tad embarrassed by the noise, not because of Duff, but because he worried someone else might have heard them. Hopefully, the music and laughter would drown out any sounds that might make their way through the walls. 

“You sound so pretty,” Duff praised, kissing the side of Izzy’s throat as much as he could. “You can be louder for me, can’t you? Let them hear you. I want them to,” Duff murmured to him and Izzy was surprised by the words, unaware that this was something Duff had a kink for. Maybe it was something Duff hadn’t even known about himself; either way, Izzy was happy to indulge him in it. 

It was shockingly easy to let himself grow louder. He’d expected there to be some nervousness about it that kept him from doing it at first, but with each thrust, he didn’t find it difficult to let out every sound that rose in his throat. Duff seemed to be encouraged by this, moving a bit faster and harder to try to draw out more noises. 

“Keep going. Please,” Izzy whispered, feeling himself getting closer with how well Duff was fucking him. It was Duff’s turn to whine, doing his best to follow the request. He’d never been quite so grateful for his stamina before. One of his hands found Izzy’s on the wall, holding onto him as they both chased their own pleasure. They’d have to explore this more often, both of them enjoying it far more than they’d ever anticipated.

[thembones07]

we need to invent time travel so I can fuck 1980s slash in the ass

[haywire-hetfield]

oh holy shit you write trans characters !! would you be willing to write something t4t with literally any steven adler ship ?! i honestly don’t have any preferences , sfw or nsft are both great :)

and no rush either !! i know you write gnr a lot less often than other bands >_<

I do! :D And totally, I hope you enjoy it!

Ship: Steven Adler x Lars Ulrich

Warnings: Ftm Steven, ftm Lars, cunnilingus, grinding, (slight) nipple play, porn with feelings, first time together

Words: 1,630

“You look so fucking hot,” Steven’s words made Lars laugh, sharp and sudden as he looked at him from the foot of the bed. They were so direct and Steven had a grin on his face that Lars couldn’t describe as anything other than boyish. It was bright and lopsided, showing too many teeth. 

Steven was stretched out on the bed, wearing only his boxers now and Lars had taken plenty of time to appreciate the view of every inch of skin offered to him. He had to admit that the sight was a pleasant surprise to come back to. He’d stripped his own layers off near the end of the bed, feeling a bit nervous to get undressed. 

The fact he was in front of Steven made this less stressful. Other partners might have respected him, but he knew none of them really understood him. Steven did, though. He understood him in ways his past partners couldn’t even imagine. 

“You’re hot,” Lars shot back, kicking his shorts off and climbing onto the bed with him. He didn’t hide the way his eyes scanned over Steven’s body. They hadn’t done this before, but they’d certainly gotten close. Neither had been shy about flirting, about insinuating what they wanted and now they were finally getting it. 

Steven was shockingly gorgeous. Lars looked over his soft-looking skin, the subtle curves that he’d mostly lost over time. His skin was covered in hair, particularly his chest and legs, something Lars knew he was very proud of. Lars understood the desire even if he didn’t have it himself. Steven made the look work anyway. Lars’ eyes settled on his chest, openly staring and taking notes of the differences in their bodies. 

Steven’s hair was so blonde and unruly, contrasting the dark locks that Lars put so much effort into keeping kempt. He’d never had top surgery, although he seemed very happy with his body, leading Lars to believe he never intended to. He had a lot more soft areas on his skin whereas Lars was far skinnier. Steven also had muscle where Lars did not, scrawnier than anything. They were both so gorgeous, Lars thought to himself. 

“You wanna give me head?” Steven asked, reaching down to grope himself through his boxers. It was obscene enough that even though Lars laughed, he could feel himself growing wetter at the action. Steven was just so effortlessly attractive. He nodded as soon as the question was asked because there was no doubt about it, he’d wanted to go down on Steven the entire time they’d known each other. “Good boy. Go ahead,” Steven grinned. 

He shifted his hips around, kicking off his own boxers and opening his legs to Lars. He was just as attractive between his thighs, as hairy there as he was anywhere else and the coarse hairs there shiny with wetness. His cock was thick and hard already, bigger than Lars’ own. Every part of his body was so beautiful in his own way, a totally unique creation that Lars wanted to sit and worship. 

So, that was just what he did. 

Kisses pressed along Steven’s thigh first, not diving right in just yet. Gentle fingers pressed through his hair as he watched Lars, letting him do whatever he wanted. He sucked a mark on the inside of one of his thighs before spreading him open and licking a long stripe from his hole all the way to his cock. Steven exhaled sharply at the sensitive skin being touched, but he didn’t pull away. His thighs acted as though they wanted to close, on instinct more than anything, although he kept himself open for Lars. 

Lars teased him for a while, for as long as he could. He pressed his tongue against his hole, never even truly pressing inside. He purposefully avoided where he knew Steven really wanted his mouth to be. Steven was obviously growing impatient above him, hips squirming and trying to angle himself better, but Lars held him. He finally took mercy and Steven breathed a sigh of relief when he did. 

“Yeah. Just like that, baby. Make me come,” Steven instructed and that was all Lars needed. He put every ounce of effort he had into making Steven feel as good as possible. Keeping his tongue soft, he experimented with different pressures and focusing on different spots until he found out what Steven liked best. 

Luckily for him, Steven was a pretty vocal guy in bed. He let out moans and whines freely, grunting when something felt almost too good, letting out shaky breaths every now and then. Lars focused on what he’d learned about him, doing the things that had gotten him the best reactions. He licked along his dick, swirling around the tip every so often just to get Steven’s hips to cant against his face. 

“Can I finger you?” Lars had asked when he pulled away from Steven’s crotch. Looking up at Steven, the blonde shook his head no and Lars nodded in response. He went back down on him, focusing on his dick again. Lars sucked at his skin the best he could, readjusting his head to get a better suction and that was when Steven truly started losing it. 

His fingers tightened in his hair and held onto him like his life depended on it. Lars kept his pace even and consistent, occasionally rubbing his tongue along the underside to keep Steven on his toes. He got louder the closer he got and Lars wasn’t surprised at all when Steven warned he was about to come. Lars continued doing exactly what he had been, working Steven through it. He only grew less intense when Steven actually came, not wanting to overstimulate him, knowing how sensitive the flesh could be. 

Steven finally let him up after a bit, loosening his grasp. He was breathing heavily, lying boneless against the bed for a few moments before recollecting himself. Lars stared at his body, looking at how wet and swollen he looked now. He smiled at the knowledge that he was the one that had done that and the one that could hopefully do it for him again, making Steven feel so good he couldn’t keep himself quiet or still. 

“Come on, pretty boy. Your turn,” Steven encouraged after another moment, sitting up in the bed and helping Lars up the bed, moving Lars on top of him and settling one thigh between his legs. “Be good and get off for me,” Lars’ breath caught in his throat when he realized what Steven was implying, but he went along with it. 

He settled himself onto Steven’s thigh, shifting until he could comfortably rub against his skin. Steven wrapped an arm around his back and pressed them close together, holding Lars down so there was no real space between them. His skin was so warm and soft, and Lars rocked himself against him easily. A groan escaped him at the feeling of Steven’s skin rubbing along his clit, his body hair rough and stimulating the sensitive bottom growth. 

“Fuck. It’s a lot,” Lars told him and Steven nodded in return. He got it, of course, he got it. “Feels so fucking good,” He added even though he didn’t need to explain. He rocked his hips faster, enjoying the way Steven stroked his lower back and urged him to keep going. He didn’t feel like he could stop even if he wanted to. 

Lars dipped his head down without thinking, licking at the nipple closest to him. It seemed to be a good choice because Steven let out a rough moan and reached to dig his fingers into Lars’ hair. He held onto his head gently, nudging him to keep going. Lars didn’t have to be asked twice, wrapping his lips around it and sucking. Steven squirmed around a bit under him at first and Lars had a feeling he could make him come again if he tried to. For now, he just focused on his own pleasure and getting off like Steven had told him to. 

“Just like that,” Steven praised and Lars felt pride rising up in his chest, knowing he was doing what Steven wanted him to. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Yeah, I know it does. Feel how wet you are for me?” Lars nodded the best he could, biting down gently on the sensitive skin in his mouth. It earned a pleasant hiss from Steven. He knew Steven was right too, he could feel how wet he was against his thigh, making the slide easy and his hair stick together. 

With anybody else, he might be embarrassed, but he didn’t feel like that with Steven. He didn’t feel anywhere near shy or embarrassed with him. He pulled away from Steven’s skin to breathe, looking up at him with wide and slightly hazy eyes. He was lost in the pleasure like he’d never been before. Nobody else compared to how Steven was making him feel right now and he found himself getting hooked on the pleasure of it. Steven was smiling down at him, blonde hair framing his face like a halo or maybe the sun peeking from behind his head. Either way, all Lars knew was that he was beautiful and that his orgasm was hitting him less than a full minute later. His rocking grew uneven as he grew more sensitive, Steven easing him up so there wasn’t as much direct pressure and that was yet another thing Steven just knew without needing to be told. He seemed to know exactly how to touch Lars’ body, how to speak to him, what he needed from him. And God, Lars was sure he could fall in love with the way Steven treated his body.

[haywire-hetfield]

can i request some bottom steven adler ? the ship is your choice, he's just so .. ough !!! in a good way ofc :P

Sure thing!

Ship: Tommy Lee x Steven Adler

Warnings: Top Tommy, bottom Steven, doggy style, rough sex, intoxicated sex, barebacking, creampie, depersonalization

Words: 1,046

Steven’s body seemed to be weightless, floating on air, as he laid in the hotel bed with Tommy. He was hooked on this sort of feeling. Everything was a blur around him, blocking out any pain or worry he might have had in favor of focusing on pleasure. He didn’t even feel like a human, more a separate ball of energy floating just outside of his mortal vessel. 

Tommy was in bed with him and he wondered if the alcohol mixing with the drugs was affecting him in the same way. It didn’t seem to be, though. Steven could barely keep himself held up, yet Tommy was able to move around and focus on so many things. He was clearly handling it a lot better than Steven was, but he didn’t mind. The way he felt was enjoyable and Tommy didn’t have a problem with taking over, being the one to move them around as needed. 

Tommy’s hands flexed around his hips, giving the warm skin a gentle squeeze. It was shockingly soft given how rough Tommy had been with him, shoving him to the bed and sinking his teeth in deep. Steven hadn’t minded it, quite the opposite. He had wailed and moaned, sounding more like a cat in heat rather than a man. Tommy had just laughed and encouraged Steven to keep letting out noises, enjoying the way he sounded. 

He’d gripped tightly at Tommy’s hair and shoulders until the older man had flipped him onto his stomach, jerking his hips into place. Steven relished in moments like this. Times when someone was willing to get so rough and demanding with him, particularly when he was too fucked up to care about anything else. It felt like a true release, so detached from himself. 

Tommy wasn’t easing up either. He’d quickly found a pace that worked for both of them, sharp and fast. Each thrust threatened to shove Steven further up the bed, but Tommy had a firm grasp on him and kept him pinned in place. It made Steven feel like a toy, being held still and fucked into. His head swam as Tommy surely left bruises along his skin, fingertips digging into his hips until it hurt even through the haze of drugs and drinks. 

Steven felt like he was on fire inside, each thrust forcing Tommy’s cock against every sensitive spot and the drag back out made him feel as though he was going to lose his mind. He wished he could be lost in this moment forever, all he had to do was lay still and let Tommy use him. The bed creaked and hit the wall harshly with every thrust, and it was a shock nobody had filed a noise complaint. Perhaps hotels just anticipated there would be the sounds of the bed shaking and somebody squealing coming from Tommy’s room, maybe even booking him away from the other guests to avoid disturbances. 

A warm kiss was being pressed against his shoulder, but he was never fucked any gentler. And he was happy about that. He didn’t want to have someone making love to him so sweetly, touching him like he was fragile, peppering soft kisses along his skin and whispering about how beautiful he was. No, he wanted this. He wanted the way Tommy kept him shoved against the bed, pounding into him like he wasn’t even real. He himself didn’t feel real and Tommy treating him like an object made him more comfortable. 

Steven had tried to wrap a hand around his own cock at one point. The loss of one arm braced against the bed ended with his upper body pressed completely down against the mattress, face sideways and shoved down into it. Tommy hadn’t even missed a beat, he’d just hiked Steven’s hips up further and continued fucking into him. 

Steven’s hand did find his cock, stroking himself with as much focus as he could which turned out to be very little. All of the sensations were still getting him closer and closer to the edge. Tommy felt perfect filling him up and he was so relentless in his actions. He twisted his hand every now and then, and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he came. Tommy grunted above him and the older man’s movements amplified. 

If he’d been holding back before, he wasn’t now. Each thrust was so rough that it nearly hurt and Steven wondered how sore he would be in the morning. He’d been with bigger guys before, guys who he swore he could feel in his stomach, but Tommy was bigger than all of them. He stretched him open perfectly and he could feel him in what seemed like the base of his throat, furthering the feeling that he was just a little toy for Tommy to fuck into. Nothing more than a tight, warm place for Tommy to bury himself. 

Steven ended up coming first, spilling hot and fast over his own fist. He hadn’t even realized when he first came, sensations washing over his overworked body without his knowledge. His body was being bombarded with so many feelings that it was hard to register them all. It made his body tense and tighten around Tommy, pushing the dark haired man over the edge as well. 

A sense of pride shot through Steven, knowing that he had made Tommy feel so good. Yet another feeling he could get addicted to. He couldn’t actually feel Tommy coming inside of him, he was too warm and wet already to really notice the difference, but the thought of it was nearly as good. Tommy kept himself pressed deeply for a few moments, letting himself completely finish before he eased himself out of his body. 

Tommy was still silent and the only sounds that filled the room were both of them trying to catch their breath. Tommy pressed another kiss to his shoulder before slapping his ass hard enough to leave a bright pink mark. Steven’s body jerked and he laughed warmly at Tommy’s actions. His hips fell onto the bed as soon as Tommy was no longer supporting his body, falling into the cooling puddle of his own come, but he didn’t care as Tommy laid down next to him.

[haywire-hetfield]

hey, i love your writing so so much ! i dont know if you take suggestions or not .. but when u wrote izzy and dave it was like, amazing ! could i suggest more bottom izzy ? no matter the pairing ! <3

Aww, thank you so much! And I do take suggestions! I decided to use Izzy x Tracii Guns because they deserve some more attention, I hope you like it

Warnings: Top Tracii, bottom Izzy, drunk sex, blow jobs, anal fingering, dirty talk, praise, rough sex, come eating

Words: 2,759

Surprisingly, Izzy wasn’t high. It seemed like being high was an almost daily occurrence for him and that was especially true whenever he was around Tracii. They tended to bring up the worst, or best depending on who you ask, parts of each other. As he laid in Tracii’s bed, though, he was only drunk. 

He’d had to lay down, the world spinning like a tilt-a-whirl while he was standing. Tracii was on top of him almost as soon as his back had hit the bed, straddling his hips and laughing down at him. He was heavy and warm, and Izzy found his hands sliding over Tracii’s hips. His fingertips felt numb as they rubbed at the denim of the younger man’s jeans. 

Their lips had met clumsily, using too much tongue and teeth, but neither seemed to mind. Izzy’s hands sank deep into Tracii’s soft hair and Tracii’s own touched every part of Izzy he could reach. It was nice and Izzy thought he’d be content to lay there with him forever, enjoying how warm he was. Izzy was half-hard against him as Tracii moved around, squirming on top of him. 

He wasn’t quite sure how they’d moved from that moment to Tracii kissing down his body, but he wasn’t going to complain. His button-down was now completely unbuttoned, pushed aside enough to expose his bare chest and stomach to Tracii. 

Izzy still had most of his clothes on whereas Tracii was almost completely naked. He only had his boxers on, the rest of his clothes spread around the floor. Izzy had taken as long as he could while admiring Tracii, drinking in every inch of skin that was exposed to him. 

“That feels fucking great,” Izzy laughed as Tracii kissed a trail down his stomach, ghosting small kisses beneath his belly button. He was so close to Izzy’s cock and Izzy’s body was definitely responding to that, hardening in his jeans a bit. “Keep going, Trace. Get your mouth around me,” He encouraged, deciding against grabbing at Tracii’s hair to try and direct him down further. 

Instead, Tracii scraped his teeth over the skin just under Izzy’s belly button. It earned an airy gasp from Izzy and a quiet curse, squirming at the feeling. Tracii was grinning up at Izzy as he pulled away from him. 

“You’re so sensitive,” Tracii pointed out and Izzy could feel his warm breath ghosting over his stomach as Tracii laughed. If anything, it only served to rile Izzy up more. “I wonder what other sounds I can get you to make,” Tracii hummed thoughtfully, almost as though he was talking out loud to himself. 

Tracii reached down to unbutton Izzy’s pants, fingers missing the button at first. He was as drunk as Izzy was and it showed in his lack of coordination. After a few moments, he finally got Izzy’s jeans down his legs and threw them haphazardly to the bedroom floor. His boxers followed shortly after and Izzy spread his legs enough for Tracii to settle himself comfortably between them. 

“Fuck,” Izzy breathed out when Tracii licked at the head of his cock, fingers wrapping around the base. It felt amazing even though the alcohol was numbing his nerves a bit. “Just like that, Trace. Keep going,” Izzy’s eyes closed, head resting against the pillows and focusing on the pleasure. 

Tracii took more of him slowly, trying not to overwhelm himself. Izzy was grateful for whatever contact he got at this point, now completely hard for the other man. He groaned when Tracii’s tongue dipped into his slit, swiping away the precum that was gathering up there. He’d always been sensitive, Tracii had been right. The pleasure was even more intense now and he wondered how much of that was mental. 

He was distracted from his thoughts when Tracii suddenly hollowed his cheeks, beginning to actually suck his cock. Izzy hissed out a breath at the feeling, hand finding Tracii’s hair for some leverage. He didn’t try to move the other around, he only held onto him. His head didn’t bob very far down, but he moved quickly and the mix of feelings was damn near perfect. It was the perfect balance of suction and his tongue licking at the more sensitive spots. 

Izzy’s mind wandered a bit, imagining what it might be like to have full control. If he was able to actually fuck Tracii’s face, to hold onto his head and guide his cock all the way down his throat. He remained careful with Tracii for now, moaning out when Tracii took him down further. The slide was made easy by how wet Tracii’s mouth was and Izzy had to focus on not thrusting into his throat. 

He swallowed around him, taking him a bit deeper. Almost immediately, Tracii gagged around him and pulled away. Izzy stroked his hair reassuringly as Tracii tried to get his gag reflex under control. 

“Are you okay?” Izzy asked him, opening his eyes and sitting up enough to look at Tracii. His eyes were watering up, but he gave a nod of his head and soon stopped gagging. “Don’t go back down. I’m gonna come soon and I want to be inside you before I do,” Izzy told Tracii when he tried to take his cock back into his mouth. 

Tracii looked up at him with a confused look on his face and he shook his head at Izzy. 

“You’re not topping,” Tracii replied and it caught Izzy off guard. He certainly didn’t mind bottoming, especially not for Tracii, but it hadn’t been what he was expecting. “I don’t bottom,” Tracii added and Izzy suspected he was trying to sound more honest than he actually was. Izzy smiled and raised his eyebrows at him, earning a halfhearted glare from the shorter man. 

“That’s not what I’ve heard,” Izzy teased, laughing softly. “I’ve heard you get passed around like the last beer,” There was no real bite or judgment behind Izzy’s words and Tracii seemed to know that. He barely held back a smile, trying to keep pretending he’d been irritated by it.

“Shut up, Stradlin. Just open your legs,” Tracii huffed and slapped Izzy’s thigh, not really hard enough to hurt. Izzy was tempted to keep play fighting with Tracii, mostly to see how much he could rile him up before he’d snapped. Ultimately, he decided against it and opened his legs a bit further for Tracii. He had a feeling that sleeping with him would be a lot more fun than fighting with him. 

He smiled up at Tracii, his mind feeling light and airy. His head felt like a thick fog had overtaken it, leaving him running on autopilot. Tracii smiled back at him, moving to grab lube off of the table beside his bed before settling back between Izzy’s thighs. Izzy barely registered the cap opening, watching Tracii pour some on his fingers. 

“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” Tracii cooed at him, pausing to look over Izzy’s body. The words were supposed to be teasing, he knew that. Tracii’s tone was clearly mocking Izzy, but they sent a shiver down Izzy’s spine. He hadn’t expected to be into something like that, yet here he was. Tracii seemed to catch on too because he laughed. “You like that,” He noted out loud. 

“I am a good boy, aren’t I?” Izzy responded, grinning brighter at Tracii. His own body felt so warm and heavy, the alcohol in his system making him giddier than he’d normally be. “Come fuck me, Trace. I wanna feel you,” He encouraged and Tracii nodded, refocusing on what he was doing. 

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Tracii promised him, slipping his fingers down. The lube had warmed up a bit against Tracii’s skin, not being as cold as Izzy expected it to be when he rubbed at him. One finger just circled Izzy’s hole for a few long seconds, letting him get used to the feeling. “Let me know if you need to slow down,” Tracii said, pressing one finger inside of him at first. 

“I can take it, don’t worry. Don’t have to go slow,” Izzy assured him. He hadn’t done this very often, but it’d occurred enough times that he didn’t feel nervous. It certainly helped that he was drunk and turned on. Tracii nodded and added another finger, beginning to open him up. 

His fingers were long and talented inside of Izzy, twisting and scissoring them to get Izzy used to it. They quickly found his prostate, smiling when Izzy’s body seized up a bit and he focused on that spot. Being so drunk helped Izzy relax, making the stretching a lot easier and Tracii soon added another finger. 

Tracii’s other hand moved down to cup Izzy’s balls, squeezing them gently. Between the fingers and the touching, Izzy let out a quiet moan. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of Tracii’s hands on him. A fourth finger slid inside of him and Izzy shifted a bit. There was a burn now, not enough to cause concern, but it was definitely there. Tracii’s hand slid up to wrap around Izzy’s cock, stroking him steadily to try and distract him from the pain. 

Tracii was surprisingly coordinated. He was able to keep his hands doing two separate things pretty well and Izzy was flooded with the idea of how good it must feel when Tracii wasn’t intoxicated. 

“You have to stop, Trace. I’m gonna come,” Izzy said finally, once again feeling too close to the edge to keep going. He wanted to stop edging himself, to let himself come the way his body had wanted to multiple times now. “Want you inside me first,” He reminded and Tracii nodded at him, slipping his hand away from Izzy’s cock and carefully removing his fingers. 

“Just tell me if it hurts, baby. I know I’m big,” Tracii murmured out and normally, Izzy would think someone was bragging by saying that. Tracii’s tone was much more concerned rather than boasting. When Tracii kicked off his boxers, Izzy could also tell that he was only trying to be honest about it. Tracii was long and thick, and Izzy was suddenly very grateful for the fact he had added a fourth finger. 

“I will,” Izzy agreed with a nod of his head and spread his thighs further to give Tracii better access. Tracii’s warm hands found Izzy’s hips, guiding him enough to line himself up easily. The first press of his cock had Izzy closing his eyes, trying to adapt to the stretch. He was bigger than anything Izzy had ever taken before, but between the alcohol and how much he wanted Tracii, he couldn’t bring himself to mind. “Oh, fuck. Keep going,” He breathed out, feeling more and more full with every passing inch. 

“You’re so fucking tight,” Tracii breathed out. He was finally pressed all the way inside of Izzy, pausing to give them both time to adjust. Izzy wanted to protest and point out that he wasn’t really that tight, Tracii was just huge. “Gorgeous too,” Tracii said with a bright smile that made Izzy’s chest feel tight. He leaned down enough to kiss Izzy, only pulling away after a few moments once he thought Izzy was ready. 

“You’re more gorgeous,” Izzy told him once he felt like he could speak clearly again, exhaling sharply when Tracii began moving. He’d never felt so full before, Tracii was stretching him and touching him so deeply that it bordered on painful. It was certainly overwhelming. 

Tracii moved slowly at first, dragging himself almost all the way out before sinking back inside. He pressed his forehead against Izzy’s, his own eyes falling closed as he focused. Adjusting his hips a bit, he started rubbing against Izzy’s prostate with every other thrust in. Izzy groaned at the first contact, encouraging him to keep focusing there. The pleasure jolting through his body made it easier and more enjoyable to take Tracii, relaxing him. 

“You can go rougher,” Izzy said after a few more moments of Tracii rocked as carefully as he could. “It doesn’t hurt,” He promised and that seemed to be all the reassurance that Tracii needed. His hips rocked faster and harder once he had permission to, and Izzy thought he was probably as close as he was. 

“I’m glad you’re here with me,” Tracii murmured to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. It felt oddly sweet, gentle, soft in the moment. It wasn’t something Izzy was used to, but he could see himself getting used to it over time, especially with Tracii. “You want me to pull out when I get close?” He asked and Izzy nodded back. 

“I’m glad too,” Izzy whispered back, closing the gap between them and kissing Tracii on the lips this time. It was slow and tender, contrasting the increasingly rough thrusts. He moaned against Tracii’s lips, one hand finding its way into his hair and the other finding its way to his back. Tracii groaned when he felt Izzy’s nails scraping along his back, although he wished he’d dig them in a bit deeper. 

One of Tracii’s hands moved off of Izzy’s waist and pressed down between their bodies, wrapping around Izzy’s cock. The precum beading at the head made the slide along his skin easy, the friction causing Izzy to whine and press up towards his hand. Tracii stroked him steadily, matching each thrust with a long rub along his length. 

“You’re so fucking incredible,” Izzy told him as he broke the kiss, opening his eyes and nudging Tracii’s face away from his own enough to get a good look at him. “And so pretty,” He praised, tightening his fingers in the back of Tracii’s hair. He knew the strands would be messed up by the end of it, a physical reminder of what they’d done. 

Tracii grinned at him, clearly enjoying the praise as much as Izzy enjoyed giving it. He leaned back against the hand in his hair and Izzy noted that was something to do more often. He really hoped this wouldn’t be a one time thing because it felt amazing and he had a feeling it was coming to a close. 

“You are too, baby. You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you? Gonna be a good boy and spill all over my fist?” Tracii asked and Izzy whimpered at those words, giving a small nod of his head. “Good boy,” Tracii tightened his hand on Izzy’s cock, twisting his wrist every time he got close to the head. Tracii focused his hand on the sensitive head, palm and fingers working cleverly over him. 

“Fuck, Trace. Please,” Izzy’s voice was higher now, far more breathy as he got closer. Tracii moved faster and that pushed Izzy over the edge. At the first feeling of wet warmth, Tracii moved his hand away from the head and stroked lower on his shaft. “God, fuck. Keep going,” Izzy panted and Tracii didn’t need to be told twice, stroking Izzy through his orgasm and only letting go once he was completely done. 

“I’m gonna come,” Tracii warned and he pulled out after a few more thrusts. He wrapped the hand that had previously been around Izzy’s cock around his own, stroking himself the rest of the way. “Goddammit,” He hissed out as he came, rope after rope hitting Izzy’s stomach, mixing with his own come. 

“Good boy,” Izzy praised with a smile, watching Tracii finish. He frowned when Tracii brought his hand up to his mouth, licking off both of their come. “Ew, Tracii! That’s so fucking gross,” He scolded and the other grinned at him. “What are you doing?” He asked as Tracii moved down the bed, scrambling a bit quickly and he had a feeling Tracii was up to something. 

His concerns were only solidified by Tracii licking a long stripe over his stomach, directly through where the majority of their come had puddled up. Izzy made a fake gagging noise and Tracii didn’t stop until Izzy’s stomach was completely clean. He ducked his head lower, sucking the head of Izzy’s softened cock into his mouth. 

“Fuck, I can’t. Too sensitive,” Izzy told him, shaking his head. His hand shot down to grab Tracii’s hair, pulling him away from his cock. “Nuh-uh. No way. Get away from me,” He chided when he saw Tracii was leaning up to kiss him. Despite the words, Izzy still welcomed the kiss from him happily, arms sliding around Tracii’s neck.

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86 & 88 for the smut game, Steven and Izzy (preferably Steven having the dream:>)

Have a good day!:>

Sure thing!

Send me a number along with a pairing (or leave it to dealers choice) and I'll write you a snippet (500 words or less)

86) "I'm gonna come in my pants if you keep doing that."

88) "I had a dream about you last night. Want me to tell you about it?"

Steven’s hips moved surprisingly steady against Izzy. They were cuddled up together in bed, Izzy playing the little spoon this time around. His dark hair was getting in the way of Steven’s face, but he was so lost in pleasure that he didn’t even care. They were both only half awake, but they both had one goal: getting off. 

“I had a dream about you last night. Want me to tell you about it?” Steven asked and he received a nod almost immediately. He grinned and rubbed one hand over Izzy’s hip. “I dreamed about you waking me up with head,” He admitted. “You were down under the blankets and sucking me off like you were desperate for it. You needed it so bad you couldn’t even wait for me to wake up. Your mouth felt so fucking good around me,” Steven rambled, finding a good rhythm with Izzy. 

“You have interesting dreams,” Izzy murmured back to him and Steven knew exactly what he meant. He grinned and pressed a kiss to the back of Izzy’s head. “It must have been pretty vivid. You woke up humping my thigh like a puppy,” Steven blushed a bit at the knowledge he was doing that, but he wasn’t surprised. And Izzy was correct, it had been a really vivid dream. 

For a few more moments, they continued rocking against each other. They had a steady pattern going, Steven pressing forward just as Izzy rubbed back. It felt desperate and he was leaking in his boxers, the fabric becoming damp and sticking to the head. There was something extra pleasurable about just dry humping his partner. It wasn’t even particularly physically different, but it felt wrong and dirty in a way that excited him. Izzy pressed back especially hard, earning a whine. 

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come in my pants if you keep doing that,” Steven warned him, although it wasn’t him telling Izzy to stop. He was laughing as he said it and he was more than happy to keep going. Honestly, he hoped they’d keep going. Well, he hoped more that Izzy would offer to blow him or tell him that they could actually fuck, but he was happy to take whatever he could get. 

Izzy rocked back against him harder and Steven grasped more roughly at his hips. The added pressure rubbed Izzy against the head of his cock, friction becoming more intense. Steven couldn’t help himself. He held tightly onto Izzy and took control, keeping him in place as he chased that feeling. 

He kept the position that had provided so much added pleasure, rocking against him and groaning as he found more stimulation. Izzy let out a shaky moan and didn’t seem bothered by Steven taking the situation over. Instead, he just gripped at the pillow underneath his head and let Steven get himself off. His cock was growing sore from the intense friction of the fabric rubbing against him with every movement, but it was worth it.

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ohh please … duff mckagan who’s inexperienced with men x a reader who shows him the ropes …

Sure thing!

-Duff is a bit embarrassed about his inexperience when you two first start messing around. He knows there's a lot of people who expect him to be experienced and good when it comes to sex, but this is totally new ground for him.

-He tries to pretend he's not as inexperienced as he is, but you see right through it. And he admits it pretty much immediately when you bring it up.

-Despite being nervous and embarrassed, he's very willing to try new things with you. He's excited about exploring, especially with you, even if he's a bit lost.

-He's receptive to most ideas you throw at him, not really saying no outright to anything you suggest.

-You two start slowly just to get him used to it and show him that it's okay to be inexperienced, that he will learn.

-One amazing thing about him being inexperienced with guys means that everything you two do together affects him more deeply. His heart races a lot easier, he gets flustered a lot more, things like that. It feels like the first time all over again and he loves that feeling. And you love it just as much.

-Lots of praise is needed when you're showing Duff new things. He gets a little self-conscious about what he's doing, especially worrying he isn't doing it well. The praise encourages him to keep going and honestly makes the whole thing more enjoyable for him.

-He's the most curious/excited about giving head for the first time. He isn't great at it at first, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm and willingness to learn.

-There is a LOT of giggling when you two are trying new things. He feels a bit ridiculous and he jokes about it with you a lot.

-If he's topping, riding is the go-to position. It gives you more control and he can just hang on. (He does have experience topping with women, but it often feels different with you. It makes him feel more comfortable in the beginning.)

-If he's bottoming, missionary is usually the position you two start with. It's easy for you both and being able to look at one another makes you happy.

-On the topic of bottoming, he has kind of tried before. He's tried to "finger" himself, although he only got about one in. He was drunk at the time and didn't really know what he was doing, so it wasn't very enjoyable.

-It takes him a long time before he's comfortable to try again, but he will be willing to give it another go.

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"I like being close to you. You're warm" for any Steven ship please

Subtle smut sentence starters

“You feel so good,” Duff murmured. Steven was pressed close to his back, buried inside of him and holding onto his waist with one hand. Duff could feel him panting against the back of his throat and he knew the other was getting close. The position made things even tighter and Steven wasn’t pulling out very far before pressing back inside. 

It was moments like this where they were the closest. Not only physically close, but emotionally as well. They’d been swapping sweet nothings all night, cuddled up together long before they’d even gotten more intimate. Steven had pressed kisses all over his skin and complimented him nonstop before his hands began to wander. 

Now, they were both breathing a lot harder and their clothes had long since been abandoned to the floor. There was little to no space in between them, offering more skin on skin contact. Steven rubbed at his skin gently, lovingly in a way. Duff smiled, even this close, Steven was still wanting more contact.

“You do too,” Steven reassured him and moved quicker. Neither were going to last much longer. Duff was stroking himself steadily and Steven rocked harder into him, fingers tightening and loosening rhythmically on his waist. “I love you so much,” Steven let out a quiet laugh against his skin and Duff smiled at that. 

“I love you too. More than anything,” Duff tried to rock back against him, though their pace was a bit off. “This is a good position for us,” He hummed thoughtfully. It wasn’t one they tried very often, but both were enjoying it. It even worked to make their height difference less awkward which tended to be a challenge for them. 

“It is a good one,” Steven replied almost conversationally. “I like being close to you. You’re warm,” And it was true. Duff was like a furnace pressed to his chest. His hand tightened on his waist and he kissed the back of his neck for a moment. “Onto your stomach a little for me. I need more leverage here,” He instructed gently and Duff followed, moving onto his stomach and letting Steven guide him around. 

He ended up almost on his stomach, one knee and arm holding himself up as Steven used both hands to hold onto his waist. It was an easier position for Steven, now able to move more freely. He pulled Duff back against him with every thrust now, settling into a good rhythm for both of them. Duff’s free hand slipped back between his body and the bed, stroking himself along with every movement. 

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Ships + Positions (Part one)

Headcanons for different ships and which position would be the favorite/best between them. (Will include pictures in links!)

I'll do more of these in the future if people enjoy them. Feel free to request ships or positions you'd like to see!

Tommy Lee x Nikki Sixx - on the counter

A good position for closeness and desperation, sex on the counter would be the biggest go-to for these two. It’s a close position that allows for a lot of kissing and eye contact. It doesn’t have to be on a counter either, it can also be on a table. Although, they’d honestly tried this on every surface they’re around.

There was also an incident where Nikki pressed back too far against Tommy, leading to both of them toppling backwards to the floor.

James Hetfield x Lars Ulrich - the column

This is a position they really enjoy, but rarely get to utilize. Their height difference makes it a bit difficult and awkward to make the angle work, but they both like how much it emphasizes their size difference. The most successful they get with this position is Lars up on his toes and leaning against the wall, although James still ends up needing to bend at the knees a bit to make it work.

Dave Mustaine x David Ellefson - doggy style + flat against bed

Doggy style is one of Dave’s favorite positions in general. He enjoys the depth it allows and how he can just let someone else take control for a little while. The position is best when he’s got his chest/stomach laid against the bed, not having to hold himself up. He especially likes it when a hand is pressed into his hair, holding the back of his hair, or holding him down by his back. It gives him a sense of defenselessness that he likes, just having to lay there and take it. David enjoys the view and the fact Dave trusts him so much to let him do it.

Izzy Stradlin x Duff McKagan - the lotus

Izzy and Duff actually try a lot of different positions. They’re definitely a couple that has a copy of the Kama Sutra and constantly tries out new things from it. Some of their favorite positions are ones that allow a lot of closeness and the lotus is one of the best ones for it. They both like how much they can touch each other in that position and how deep it can be. During positions like this, they tend to have slower sex that just focuses on how they feel rather than trying to get off.

Cliff Burton x Dave Mustaine - cowgirl

Another position Dave likes a lot is riding, specifically cowgirl. He likes being able to have control of the situation and this one works best for that. In this position, he usually has his hands on his partner’s chest/shoulders to give himself better leverage. They both also like the view they have from that position, able to easily see their partner and their body. A lot of times, they’ll be high when they’re in this position and it’s a good one for any pace they might want. It’s easier to go as slow or as fast as they want, depending on what they’re on.

(Both have compared the other to an angel in this position.)

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"I wish I could sing. I can...Scream real good, though."

Now what did you mean by that Steven 🤨

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Take off your clothes with Axl and Dave

Subtle smut sentence starters

Dave gave the most innocent smile he could as Axl shoved him into his hotel room, barely getting the light turned on before he slammed the door. He wandered further into the hotel room, exploring the room Axl had gotten. 

“Bedroom. Come on,” Axl encouraged, nudging Dave down one of the small hallways and into an open bedroom door. His hand stayed on the small of Dave’s back, guiding him firmly. “Take off your clothes,” He demanded and Dave turned around to face him. 

“Someone’s bossy today,” Dave cocked his head at him, smile only growing and he knew it was looking less innocent by the second. He’d been messing with Axl all night and he was just surprised that it had taken him this long to snap. Axl didn’t look amused, arms crossing over his chest and eyebrows furrowed. Dave bit back the urge to call him cute. 

“Take it off,” Axl repeated himself, taking a small pause after every word. And Axl was terrifying like this. Voice steady and seemingly calm, he was a lot scarier than he was when he was screaming or lashing out. Dave kept smiling and stepped closer, he cupped Axl’s face with both hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. One that was too gentle for the moment they were in, too soft for the anger radiating off of Axl. 

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” Dave decided to tell him, going against his best instincts. He stroked his thumbs over the man’s skin, feeling the stubble there. Dave moved to step away from him, but one of Axl’s hands grabbed his belt to tug him back towards him. He barely caught himself, narrowly avoiding stumbling right into the smaller man. 

“I’m not messing with you,” Axl told him. He kept his grasp tight, keeping Dave from stepping away from him again. They looked at one another for a few long seconds, both waiting to see if the other would keep pushing. That was the issue with them. They both loved fighting and hated feeling like they gave up. It made things a lot more tense between them, almost impossible to deescalate once something had been started. 

“I’m not messing with you either, baby. You’re absolutely adorable,” Dave kept pushing it, leaning closer to Axl’s face. He half expected the smaller man to punch him. No blow ever landed. Axl just scowled deeper at him and he decided to ease up on him just a bit. “Come take them off of me yourself,” He encouraged, pressing another kiss to his lips.