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Slash getting all blushy and kicking his feet at the scary sleepover (2017)

𝕛𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕕 𝕒-𝕫 (𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨)

(included smut related content)

A- Aftercare: what they’re like after

james always makes sure that you’re okay, and that he wasn’t too rough with you. he will always hug and cuddle you until you fall asleep, telling you how much he loves you

B- Body part: their fav body part on them as well as on you

james’ fav body part on himself is his torso/chest, because that’s always where you lay when you sleep. as for his favourite body part of yours, let’s be perfectly real, it’s definitely your pussy.

C- Cum: anything to do with it

theres a lot of it, and it goes everywhere, especially since he almost never uses a condom. how he hasn’t gotten you pregnant is beyond a miracle at this point

D- Dirty secret: any dirty secrets they may have

whenever he goes on tour and you can’t come with him, he’ll almost always pack a pair of your underwear to carry in his back pocket when on stage, and when he’s feeling bold, he’ll sometimes hang them on his mic stand.

E- Experience: how experienced they are/do they know what they’re doing

its james hetfield. of course, he knows what he's doing.

F- Favourite position: what is their fav position

james is an absolute sucker for cowgirl. as much as he loves being on top of you, there’s just something about you taking control that drives him crazy.

G- Goofy: how serious are they in the moment

when he’s in a good mood, he’s always whispering things in your ear with the hopes of making you laugh, but on bad days, if he’s had a rough day in the studio, he just wants it to be completely serious to distract him.

H- Hair: how well groomed are they?

half the time, he can’t be bothered shaving it, so there’s usually a bit of hair on it, but if he really wants to impress you, he’ll clean it up a bit.

I- Intimacy: how are they during the moment?

james always wants you to know that he truly cares about you, and that he doesn’t see you as just a groupie to him, so during the moment, he’s always telling you how much he loves you.

J- Jack off: do they ever masturbate?

yes, but only if he can’t physically be with you.

K- Kink: some of their kinks

when he hits the right spot, there’s this one particular sound you make that drives him crazy, and he ends up finishing almost immediately after.

L- Location: fav places to do it

the bed, shower, any wall, the closet, the studio bathrooms, he’s not against the car if there’s no one around.

M- Motivation: what turns them on/gets them going

seeing you in lingerie, especially black lingerie

N- No: something they wouldn’t do

anything involvig piss or other body fluids

O- Oral: preference in giving/receiving, how good?

he loves giving, but he also loves recieving. one of his favourite ways to wake up is by having you sucking on his cock.

P- Pace: are they fast or slow?

definitely fast, but he slows down if you ever ask him to.

Q- Quickies: opinions on them, how often, etc

as much as he prefers taking his time with you, james knows it’s not always an option, so he’ll do a quick round with you if time calls for it.

R- Risk: do they take risks? are they open to experiments?

james is open to experimenting, as long as it doesn’t involve you getting hurt, but if you suggest something new to him, he’ll almost always agree to it

S- Stamina: how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

even when he’s tired, he can go at least three rounds. that man has a shit ton of energy.

T-Toys: do they have any? do they use them?

james doesn’t really use any toys himself, however he got you a vibrator that he uses on you just to tease you

U- Unfair: their thoughts on teasing

james teases you all the time, he never misses the opportunity to tease you.

V- Volume: how loud they are/ what sounds

he tries to be quiet, but because he’s so obsessed with you, there’s been the time here and there where he lets out a noise a little louder than he had planned.

W- Wild card: random headcannon

one time he asked you if you would be okay if he got it pierced, but he never ended up gettig it done after hearing about how much it hurts

X- X-ray: whats under the clothes

james has a solid eight and a half inches, and it has some girth to it. it initially took you a little while to get used to, but he’s always gentle with you, even when he’s going fast

Y- Yearning: how high is their sex drive?

that man thinks about sex every second of the day, especially if you’re with him. he could take you any second, no matter where you are or who you guys are with.

Z- zzz: how quickly they fall sleep after

james doesn’t fall asleep straight away, it usually takes him about an hour, but once he’s asleep, he’s out.

this is so cute 😭😭

heyy I just found your page and you're talented as hell! I wanted to send in a little request.

ok so, 80s or RTL era James and reader are best friends, they are having a sleepover,then she wakes sweating profusely because of a nightmare. she tries to sleep again, she tosses and turns on the bed bit thats doesn't work,and finally wakes James. when he notices how afraid she is, he tries comforting her.

This is fucking adorable, lets be honest we all know they have crushes on each other

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 ¹⁹⁸⁴

I threw the frayed, flimsy sleeping bag on the floor of James's bedroom, directly next to his bed. I didn't mind that the fabric was nearly threadbare and provided little comfort. All that mattered was that I was at James's house.

Though it was equally ancient and lumpy as the sleeping bag, I gratefully accepted James's insistence on lending me an extra pillow. I gave it a tight grip and stared up at him, enjoying the feel of the velvety material on my cheek.

With a cheeky smile on his face, James was lying flat on his bed and staring at me. The little lamp on his bedside table created a soft, yellow glow that warmed the space and gave it a cozy, personal feel.

His guitar rested against the far corner, and his hanging posters of metal bands lined the walls. I could let my guard down and be who I am here and it felt like a second home.

"Do you remember that time Lars tried to balance on one leg and play drums?" James commented, amusement alive in his eyes.

I burst into giggles, burying my face in the pillow. “Oh God, yes... He almost took out the entire drum set.”

James laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made my heart swell. “He’s such a dumbass. I don’t know how he stays upright most of the time, let alone play drums.”

Each story was funnier than the last, and before long, we were both crying with laughter. That kind of chuckle that just makes everything a bit better.

“Hey, you know what’s weird?” James spoke abruptly, his tone now gentler. “I can’t remember the last time I laughed this hard.”

I noticed the vulnerable expression on his face as I glanced up at him. "Neither can I," I said. "Recently, life has been so busy. It's I've missed hanging out.

James gave a nod, fixing his gaze on mine. There was a brief but comfortable silence during which we simply exchanged glances and knew everything about the other without any words being spoken.

"I love you being here," he muttered.

I answered, "Always," reaching up to give him a firm squeeze. "I wouldn't be anywhere else, you know that."

He smiled, that lopsided grin that always made my heart miss a beat. As the hours passed, our voices became softer and our words became shorter.

I was really happy as I snuggled onto the extra pillow he'd given me. The fact that I was lying on the floor in a tacky sleeping bag didn't matter. It mattered that James and I were together in this utterly perfect moment. The things that brought beauty to life , was this, James.

With drooping eyelids, I whispered a, "Goodnight, James."

He breathed back, "Goodnight," his voice low with drowsiness.

And then, with the comfort of the man beside me, I allowed myself drift off.

I startled awake, breathing urgently and shallowly as my heart hammered in my chest. Sweat was pouring down my face and the flimsy sleeping bag was sticking to my skin.

The nightmare that had pulled me from sleep had left my mind a disorganized mix of visuals, but they were beginning to fade into the shadows, leaving me with nothing but an uneasy sense of dread.

I sat up and attempted to calm my breathing while sliding a shaking hand through my hair. The only sound in the pitch black, silent room was James's even, gentle breathing from his bed.

I looked across at him and felt an ocean of relief when I noticed how unbothered he was. The last thing I wanted was to wake him up, especially being the one crashing at his place.

I took a deep breath, pulled my knees up to my chest, and tried to push the nightmare's last fragments away. The hard, cold floor felt even more unforgiving at this point. I lay back down, clutching James' lumpy pillow to my chest, inhaling his scent.

I forced myself to go back to sleep and closed my eyes. I rolled around on the hard floor, attempting to find any spot that was comfortable. I felt as though the cold seeped through the sleeping bag, causing me to be cooled to the bone. The bag provided very little to cushion me.

I let the pattern of James's steady breathing relax me as I concentrated on it. Slow and steady, in and out. My breath matched his. But sleep eluded me no matter how hard I tried.

All I want in this moment is James. My James.

After a while I quit  trying to make it work and just laid there, gazing upwards.

I finally reached my breaking point. I needed to feel safe, to feel warmth, to feel… James. I staggered upright, making the room to spin a little as I moved. I trembled as I knelt over his bed and gave him a little shoulder shake without thinking twice.

Whispering, "James," my voice wavered. "James, wake up."

He slolwly stirred awake, peering at me in the half light as he opened his eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked his voice sluggish from sleep but immediately worried. "Are you okay?"

My eyes filled with tears, and I shook my head, incapable to think of anything to say. Rather, I naturally moved my body to rest next to him. I needed his warmth and comfort, I needed to be near him. I tugged him closer, pressing my face against his chest and gripping his shirt tightly.

James didn't hesitate for a second. He wrapped me with his arms, pressing me close to his body. "Hey, hey, it's okay," he said in a comforting whisper. "I'm here. You're safe."

I felt his hand gently stroking my back, his touch sending a wave of calm through me. I pressed my face into his chest, breathing in his familiar scent, and felt the tension begin to drain from my body. His heart beat steadily beneath my ear, a comforting rhythm that grounded me.

We had never had such an intimacy or closeness before. However, it felt perfect, like something we've both always needed. It seemed like exactly what We needed.

I felt him shift a little, repositioning himself to comfortably grasp me. He reached for my hair with his other hand and used his fingers to gently untangle knots that werent there.

I expected cuddling with James to be awkward, wrong, weird. But now that I was in his arms, his heartbeat in my ear, there was no place I'd rather be.

With his breath warm against my forehead, he whispered softly, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Still unable to find my voice, I shook my head once again. I was stuck thinking, maybe I loved James a little more than just a friend.

He answered softly, "Okay," without pressuring me further. "Just know I'm here, alright? I'm not going anywhere."

I nodded, feeling the last traces of fear finally disappear. His body, his touch, and his words were all I needed to feel okay again.

James placed a delicate kiss on the top of my head. "Sleep, you need it," he said softly, making my heart ache.

And as I nodded off in his arms, I realized that I would always have this James to come back to, nightmares or not.

Never have I been more attracted to a woman

𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕

myles kennedy x reader

(includes fluff, fem reader, drunk reader)

word count: 1206

Myles is your best friend, and he picks you up from a party when you're drunk

“Where are you right now?” his voice came through my phone's speaker, and all I could do was giggle in response. I don’t know how much I had drunk, but it was clear to say that I was absolutely wasted.

“Why?” I took another sip of my drink, and I swear Myles could hear it, because on the other end of the line, he let out a slight sigh.

“Because you’re drunk. Now, where are you.” his voice wasn’t questioning anymore, but rather more demanding.

“At a friend’s party, don’t worry,” I simply answered. It was the truth. I was genuinely at the party of a friend, however, I didn’t expect myself to get wasted.

“No shit, but where.” Myles was starting to sound slightly frustrated on the end of the line, and I couldn’t help but laugh slightly.

“Why are you asking?” I asked again. Around me, the room was starting to go slightly blurry and fuzzy, but I didn’t care.

“Because I’m gonna come pick you up. You’re clearly drunk, and I want to make sure you’re okay,” he answered. Myles had always been my best friend, and nothing more, yet there was a hint of protectiveness in his tone, more than how ‘just friends’ would speak to one another.

I finally gave in and gave him the address, and then went to grab another drink. As I did, one of the guys at the party came up to me. I didn’t know who he was, but I could see his eyes lingering over my body. Even in the drunk state I was in, I could sense something off about him.

Myles POV:

Fuck. She was at a party. Drunk. With who knows who there. I walked through the front door, inviting myself in, and my heart almost stopped when I saw her. She was talking to another guy. 

Before I went over to her, I managed to calm myself down and remind myself that she was just a friend. A friend that I also happened to have a massive crush on. I slowly made my way over to her and sat down next to her. Just one look at her and I could tell she was absolutely wasted.

“Come on, we’re leaving,” I looked down at her, seeing the redness in her eyes growing stronger, and hearing her words slurring together. At my words, she pouted and shook her head, and I sighed, wrapping my arm around her.

“I don’t want to,” she leaned against my shoulder, her voice quiet and sloppy. I instinctively tightened my arm around her, pulling her closer to me.

“No, you’re drunk. Let me take you home. You look like you’re about to pass out,” I locked eyes with her, seeing the reluctance in her eyes before she spoke again.

“Did I ever tell you how pretty you are Myles,” she quietly spoke, and I was slightly surprised by her words. Her and I always had a close friendship, but it had never gone past that point.

“I think you’re really pretty,” her voice continued to slur, and that is when I realised just how drunk she is. I thought to myself for a moment before finally thinking fuck it, and I picked her up, carrying her bridal style out of the house and into the passenger seat of my car.

“What are you doing, I was having fun,” she pouted over at me, but I didn’t answer. I simply started driving. She was in no state to be on her own, so I was taking her to mine for the night. She sat in the seat, crossing her arms, clearly disappointed that I had made her leave.

“Myles,” when she spoke again, I still didn’t answer, my focus purely on the road, now that I knew she was safe.

“Myles,” her voice grew slightly louder, and that was when I finally responded.

“Yeah?” I turned my head to look over at her for a moment before looking back at the road.

“Why did you come?” 

“You’re my best friend. I’ll do anything for you. You know that.”

“But I didn’t ask you to come.”

“You didn’t need to.”

She sighed, and we sat in silence for a few moments before she broke it again.

“Just answer the question. Why did you come.” her question made me think for a moment. Yes, she was my best friend, and the girl I had a secret admiration for for years, but she didn’t know about that, and now was definitely not the time to bring that up. Even if she had called me pretty earlier.

“I told you. When you called earlier, I could immediately tell you were drunk, and I didn’t want anything happening to you. Like I said, you’re my best friend, and I would do anything in the world for you.” I finally answered, pulling into the driveway of my house. 

Instead of getting out, we both sat in the car for a few minutes, just staring at each other.

“I meant what I said earlier, by the way,” she quietly admitted, causing a flutter in my chest. The girl that I was madly in love with, and have been for years, meant it when she called me pretty. I could already feel the butterflies in my stomach.

“Did you?” I said after a moment, still processing her words. She slowly nodded her head.

“Yeah, I did. I’ve wanted to say it for ages, but I really like you, Myles. As in, more than just a best friend way.” her voice grew softer as she spoke, and as she finished speaking, my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t tell if it was genuinely her speaking or just the alcohol, but I could somehow sense the sincerity behind her words.

I suddenly couldn’t control myself as I leaned closer to her, capturing her lips in a deep and passionate kiss. I cupped her face in my hands, pouring my heart and soul into that kiss. Within seconds, I felt her lips moving against mine, and I started kissing her harder. This was the moment I had been dreaming about for years. And it was finally happening.

After a few moments, I slowly pulled away, looking over at her, and I could feel the blood in my body rushing to my cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what just happened. I- I just couldn’t help myself,” I stumbled over my words, but after, I saw the slightest smile growing on her face.

“Don’t apologise, it’s okay. I liked it,” she softly said, and I felt the anxiety starting to subside in my body.

“It’s just, I’ve been too afraid to say it, but I’ve been in love with you for years. Since we started hanging out and became friends, there was always this feeling that I got when I was with you,” I started saying, but before I could finish, she cut me off, suddenly kissing me again.

“I love you Myles,” she quietly said after a moment, breaking the kiss once more. Again, I couldn’t tell if it was her or the alcohol talking, but I couldn’t help but smile slightly at her words.

“I love you too.”

one of the MANY reasons why I luv james is because he looks like some hot dad you'd meet outside a car dealership or something

The time evil Mario Duplantier bludgeoned Myles with his guitar

I need her so bad

i’m gay im gay im gay im gay im gay im

real

topless myles kennedy is my favorite myles kennedy.

hi guys!

just wanted to let you know ive started posting another story on my wattpad acc!

username is same as my tumblr (myleskennedyloml), so please feel free to check it out, it would mean the world to me.

this is a myles fanfiction i have started writing with an original character, however, i will still continue the one shots.

if you have any requests at all for what i should write, please feel free to message me and i will do my best.

ily guys