Why Is This So Real

OH MY LORD HES SO 😩😩

guys i cant stop thinking about james in like the black album era idek why. like load era is my favourite but holy shit, the long hair just screams dominant. his whole persona at that time was so hot too (controversial???) i just UGHHHH I NEED HIMMMMMMMMMM.

stoppppp im about to cryyy

Hi, I had thought a story between James Hetfield ( maybe in the 90s) x wife!reader based on the song "November rain" by Guns N' Roses.

I wish it was sad ( I know, I like sad things. That's why i chose this wonderful song) I hope you like this idea.

Lots of love

I’ve ALWAYS wanted to do a fic based on a song… but- I think this turned out pretty weak and probably not what you were looking for (I had a little bit or writers block but that didn’t stop me from at least delivering SOMETHING

𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ¹⁹⁹⁷

I was standing in the kitchen, lost in clattering dishes and the slosh of the dishwasher. Mundane sounds from every day created a comfortable background, but then one new, soft, very familiar melody crawled inside.

It was the opening piano notes of "November Rain" by Guns n' Roses, right there, laid out, a song that I hadn’t heard in a while.

Curiously, I dried my hands on the dish towel and followed the sound. It led down the hallway, past the living room, and toward the nursery.

With every step, the sweet melody became more clear, pulling at memories long tucked away for safe keeping.

I paused at the nursery door, letting the soft glowing nightlight bleed into the quiet hallways. Inside, I peeked inside, only to feel my heart squeeze in my chest.

James sat in the rocking chair, holding our baby daughter in his arms. His head was only slightly bowed, watching her as he softly crooned the words of the song.

His voice, which was normally gritty and powerful, was so loving and soothing now, curling itself around the words in a way that I knew he’d only ever do for his child.

"Sometimes I need some time on my own," he sang, the lines laced delicately with love. "Sometimes I need some time all alone."

I slipped quietly into the room, not wanting to break their moment, yet not able to walk away. James looked up and directly at me, he beamed humbly, continuing to sing, eyes never leaving mine.

I moved closer, where I could see how our daughter's small fingers were locked onto one of his. She stared up at him with wide, saucer eyes.

"This song," he whispered, then stopped singing and smiled. "Ahhh, it reminds me so much of your mommy. Do you know that I danced to this song with your mommy when we first met?” He cooed to her.

That night is as fresh in my mind as if it was only yesterday, the way he pulled me onto the dance floor despite my protests, how I was so glad he did, because I fell so in love with him.

"We were at this dive bar," James went on, gently rocking. "Your mommy didn't want to dance at first. But I wouldn't take no for an answer. Then this song came on and, man, I think she changed her mind. And now look, we’ve got you."

It brought tears to my eyes. He looked down at our daughter, his face soft.

"Your mommy looked so beautiful that night," he whispered. "She still does, every day. This song became our song. And now, it's yours, too sweetheart."

He eyes fluttered, tiny breaths evening out, and she slipped off to sleep at his voice.

"I know it's hard to keep an open heart," he sang, his eyes meeting mine again. "When even friends seem out to harm you. But if you could heal a broken heart, wouldn't time be out to charm you?"

The words seemed to take a new meaning for me standing there, our love, and the new life brought into this world together.

The music finally stopped, and James rose his gaze to mine, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love you," he said so easily, like smooth melting butter. "I love you more every day."

I walked over to him, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "I love you too," I whispered. "So much."

He carefully shifted our daughter to one side so I could sit beside him on the arm of the rocking chair. I perched there, wrapping one arm about his shoulders while resting my head against him.

Together we watched our daughter sleep, her tiny chest steady rise and fall.

wait wdym that isnt the actual photo this is SO GOOD

Myles Kennedy Fanart

professor myles right now pls and ty pookie

ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣

Myles Kennedy x Reader

(includes smut, teacher student, age gap, fem reader, p&v, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, slight size kink)

word count: 2433

Professor Kennedy is your college professor, and you stay back after class for a little *extra* help

The bell had just rung and the rest of the class was starting to get out of their seats and make their way home, but I sat there still. There was a question I needed to ask, and I didn't want to ask in front of the rest of the class.

“Umm, professor, can I ask something?” I asked him, getting out of my seat and slowly making my way over to Professor Kennedy’s desk. He sat there in his chair, looking through one of the textbooks, finalising his next lesson plan. When I called out to him, he looked up at me, and I saw his blue eyes through his glasses.

“What’s up? Everything okay?” I couldn’t help but notice the slight concern in his voice when he heard me asking if I could ask a question. He put his book down, looking up at me.

I nod my head, now standing right opposite him on the other side of his desk.

“Umm, yeah, I just didn’t really understand any of that lecture you just gave,” I quietly admitted to him. His expression softens slightly, and I can’t help but bite the inside of my mouth, not wanting to upset my favourite professor. He slowly nods my head, gesturing for me to sit in the spare seat next to him.

“What exactly didn’t you understand?” he asked me in a quiet yet inquisitive voice as I sat down next to him, feeling slightly worried and nervous to explain.

“The um… part where you were explaining the um… the different types of attributions and stuff, it was really confusing. Do you think you could explain that again please?” I looked over at him as I spoke, us two now being the only ones in the room. He immediately nodded his head, shifting slightly so he was facing me more.

“Of course I can, did you understand exactly what they are?” he asked me, and I slowly nodded my head. I understood what attributions were, but it was all the different ones that confused me. He seems to understand what I mean, and he nods his head slowly.

“But you have a hard time understanding each different one?” he asked, and I nod my head, glad he understands what I’m having trouble wrapping my head around. He nods again, thinking to himself. 

“Well I’m happy to stay back a bit to help you out,” he said, a small grin forming on his face. I looked up at him, noticing the slight shift in his tone. There was no way. But I could see it in his eyes. He was thinking about that.

It wasn’t that I thought he was attractive. Professor Kennedy was in all honesty one of the most attractive men I had ever seen, but due to obvious reasons, it was never something I had pursued. He was my college professor, of course I couldn’t go after him like that.

A small shaky breath left me as I looked up at him, his eyes looking down at me through his glasses.

“You looked very pretty today,” he softly says, leaning forward to whisper into my ear. At his words, it felt as though I had butterflies in my stomach as I felt myself blushing slightly.

“Professor, I-” I started talking, but he cut me off by placing a finger over my mouth, immediately shushing me.

“Call me Myles, darling,” he whispered, and all I could do was nod my head. 

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot,” he continued to whisper into my ear, and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach growing even more.

“Y-you have?” I was extremely inquisitive by his words, slightly confused, and slightly shocked as he nodded his head.

“Every night. And seeing you today, walking into class in that dress, made it hard to focus on teaching today,” he continued to whisper in my ear, his voice a low and husky whisper, and it was oddly arousing. I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together slightly, and he definitely noticed. He looked down, gently chuckling to himself, placing a hand on my thigh. At his touch, a tiny gasp left my mouth, and I was finding it harder and harder by the second to control myself.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about you darling,” he whispered in my ear, pulling back to look at me and my expression. I looked up at him, and the only thing I could do was slowly nod my head, getting what he was implying, and giving him my full permission.

He chuckled again at my response before sliding his hand slightly further up my thigh.

“Are you sure darling?” his voice was still low, whispering in my ear again. I nodded my head again, this time with a little more confidence.

“Y-yes. I-I’m sure, Myles,” my voice comes out slightly shaky, but not in a way that was hesitant.

When I said those words, he slowly nodded to himself before sliding his hand up even further, sliding up under the skirt of my dress, and I felt myself squeezing my thighs together even more. He chuckled slightly at my reaction, putting his hand under my chin and bringing it up so I was looking at him.

“You’re so pretty darling, I want you, all of you,” his voice remained low and husky as he whispered in my ear again, and I continued to look up at him, staring directly into his eyes.

He met my gaze for a few moments before leaning forward and softly pressing his lips against mine. It wasn’t hard at first, but when he felt me kissing him back, he started to grow more hungry, his lips kissing mine more desperately. A soft moan escaped me at his increased hunger, which only seemed to rile him up more. He started biting my bottom lip softly as he continued to kiss me, his hand now fully up my dress, now teasing the fabric of my underwear.

“God I’ve wanted to do that forever,” he said soon after pulling away, looking down at me. When I felt him pull away, it took me a couple seconds to process what had happened before I slowly leaned back in, kissing him again. I felt him let out a shaky breath against me, his hand still firmly placed on my thigh, his other arm slowly starting to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I felt him pull my body up against him, gently lifting me so I was sitting on his lap as I kissed him, and I slowly wrapped my arms around him as I did, deepening the kiss even further. I opened my mouth slightly, letting him slide his tongue into my mouth, and a soft moan escaped my mouth.

At the sound of my moan, I felt him growing underneath me, and my hand made it’s way into his hair, gripping a few strands and lightly tugging at it. He broke the kiss for a few seconds, looking directly into my eyes.

“I need you darling, so bad,” his voice was low and sultry as he locked his eyes with mine. A shaky breath left me at his words, and I couldn’t help but pull hair a little harder, causing him to moan out softly. He attacked my mouth again, his lips firmly pushing themselves against mine.

“M-myles, please,” my voice was barely audible, my breathing now having picked up slightly as he continued to kiss me. At my words, he almost instinctively knew what it was that I wanted, and his hand that was holding onto the fabric of my underwear gently and slowly started to pull them down my legs. He broke the kiss for another moment, looking up at me as he continued his action.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” his voice was still low and husky, but there was a slight hint of concern laced within his tone. I nodded my head, positive that I was okay with what he was currently doing, as well as what was about to come. He looked at me, slightly hesitantly, but his actions sped up, my underwear now fully down to my knees.

“Are you absolutely positive darling?” he asked me again, and I nodded my head once more, this time a little more forceful.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I locked eyes with him, a sense of eagerness in my voice. He nodded to himself at my verbal response, lifting my body up slightly with his arm.

“If you want to stop, just say it. Okay? I don’t want you doing anything that you don’t want to. Promise me you’ll say so if it becomes too much,” he kept his eyes locked on mine, his voice now filled with more concern than before.

“I promise, please, I need you,” I quickly responded, now becoming more and more desperate. He nodded again at my promise, still keeping my hips slightly raised off his body as he tugged at the zip of his pants, and I looked down to see his cock springing free.

My eyes widened slightly at the sight of it. It was huge. I’d never seen one this big before, and I was about to have that inside me. He looked up at me once more, looking into my eyes with a look that seeked confirmation, and I nodded again. At my nod, he slowly lowered me onto him again, and I felt him pushing himself into me.

I kept my arms around him as I straddled his cock, sitting on his lap, and a soft moan escaped my mouth at the feeling of him inside me, and he smirked slightly at the noise leaving my mouth.

“You like that darling? You like taking my cock like that?” he chuckled ever so slightly, watching me rock my hips forward slightly, grinding my body into him, and he let out a soft breathy moan as I did. I nodded my head in response to his question, pushing my body forward into him slightly more.

“Y-yes, please,” my breath came out soft and shaky, my arms still firmly and tightly around him. At my words, he softly moaned, burying his face in my neck, leaving soft and gentle kisses.

“You feel so good darling, taking me like that,” his voice was low as he spoke against my neck, almost directly into my ear. At his words, I pushed my hips forward again, throwing my head back, and another moan left me as I did. His hand rested on my hip under my skirt, firmly holding me as I rocked my hips back and forth into him. 

A small moan left him as I continued to grind my body against him. My arms stayed around him, but on my next move forward, I rested my head on his shoulder, still keeping my pace.

“Just like that darling, I’m getting close,” his breathing became more and more labored as he spoke, it becoming harder for him to speak in full sentences. His other hand, which was wrapped around my waist, tightened, pulling my body even closer to him.

“Myles, I-” I started speaking, but I was cut short by him suddenly gripping my chin, pulling my face up from his shoulder so I met his gaze.

“Look at me darling, tell me how good it feels taking my cock like that,” his eyes were locked with mine as he spoke, not letting me look away, even if I wanted to. At his words, I couldn’t help but feel even more aroused, and a breathy moan left me, still rocking my hips at a rhythmic pace.

“I- I love it, I love, taking your cock,” my sentence came out weak and labored, many short breaths coming out in between words. His arm tightened even more around my waist.

“Good, because I’m about to come darling,” his voice was low and sultry, his eyes staring at me through his glasses, and I couldn’t help but throw my head back as another moan left me. He seemed slightly disappointed at my action, gripping my face a little harder, pulling my face back to meet his.

“No darling, I want you to look at me, look at me when I’m filling you with my come,” he spoke in the same tone, the slightest smirk on his face as he spoke, and his words were enough to finally send me over the edge.

I kept my eyes on him, no longer able to hold back as I reached my climax, another moan leaving me, and fighting all restraint to throw my head back as I came on him. Soon after, I felt him spilling himself inside me, another moan escaping him as he did, and he closed his eyes for a moment before looking back up at me, his cheeks flushed and rosy, the tiniest beads of sweat forming on his face.

“You did so good for me darling,” he kept his gaze on me, cupping my cheek with his face as I looked down at him, hearing my shallow and shaky breaths as I started to come down from my release. I closed my eyes for a few moments before looking back at him.

“You look so beautiful,” his voice was still low and soft, but no longer in the seductive tone he had before, his voice now gentle and caring. He kept his arm tightly around me, keeping me close to him. I felt myself blush at his words, and I couldn’t help but bury myself in his shoulder.

“You know darling,” he started talking again, and I lifted my head to look back at him.

“Yes?” I tilted my head to the side, curious to what he had to say.

“We should do this again,” the volume of his voice lowered as he spoke those words, the simple phrase having so much meaning.

When he said those words, I contemplated it for a few moments before slowly nodding my head, a small smile starting to form on my face.

“I would really like that, Myles,” my voice was low and breathy, and I watched him give a slight smile.

After a few moments, I lifted myself off of him, adjusting my clothing so it wasn’t obvious what I had just engaged in, and as I went to leave the room, I looked back at Myles, and I swear I saw him wink at me before I left.

STOPPPPP ILY SO MUCH

YOURE LIKE ACTUALLY MY NUMBER 1 FAN

(pls request more ill happily write them)

professor myles right now pls and ty pookie

ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣

Myles Kennedy x Reader

(includes smut, teacher student, age gap, fem reader, p&v, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, slight size kink)

word count: 2433

Professor Kennedy is your college professor, and you stay back after class for a little *extra* help

The bell had just rung and the rest of the class was starting to get out of their seats and make their way home, but I sat there still. There was a question I needed to ask, and I didn't want to ask in front of the rest of the class.

“Umm, professor, can I ask something?” I asked him, getting out of my seat and slowly making my way over to Professor Kennedy’s desk. He sat there in his chair, looking through one of the textbooks, finalising his next lesson plan. When I called out to him, he looked up at me, and I saw his blue eyes through his glasses.

“What’s up? Everything okay?” I couldn’t help but notice the slight concern in his voice when he heard me asking if I could ask a question. He put his book down, looking up at me.

I nod my head, now standing right opposite him on the other side of his desk.

“Umm, yeah, I just didn’t really understand any of that lecture you just gave,” I quietly admitted to him. His expression softens slightly, and I can’t help but bite the inside of my mouth, not wanting to upset my favourite professor. He slowly nods my head, gesturing for me to sit in the spare seat next to him.

“What exactly didn’t you understand?” he asked me in a quiet yet inquisitive voice as I sat down next to him, feeling slightly worried and nervous to explain.

“The um… part where you were explaining the um… the different types of attributions and stuff, it was really confusing. Do you think you could explain that again please?” I looked over at him as I spoke, us two now being the only ones in the room. He immediately nodded his head, shifting slightly so he was facing me more.

“Of course I can, did you understand exactly what they are?” he asked me, and I slowly nodded my head. I understood what attributions were, but it was all the different ones that confused me. He seems to understand what I mean, and he nods his head slowly.

“But you have a hard time understanding each different one?” he asked, and I nod my head, glad he understands what I’m having trouble wrapping my head around. He nods again, thinking to himself. 

“Well I’m happy to stay back a bit to help you out,” he said, a small grin forming on his face. I looked up at him, noticing the slight shift in his tone. There was no way. But I could see it in his eyes. He was thinking about that.

It wasn’t that I thought he was attractive. Professor Kennedy was in all honesty one of the most attractive men I had ever seen, but due to obvious reasons, it was never something I had pursued. He was my college professor, of course I couldn’t go after him like that.

A small shaky breath left me as I looked up at him, his eyes looking down at me through his glasses.

“You looked very pretty today,” he softly says, leaning forward to whisper into my ear. At his words, it felt as though I had butterflies in my stomach as I felt myself blushing slightly.

“Professor, I-” I started talking, but he cut me off by placing a finger over my mouth, immediately shushing me.

“Call me Myles, darling,” he whispered, and all I could do was nod my head. 

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot,” he continued to whisper into my ear, and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach growing even more.

“Y-you have?” I was extremely inquisitive by his words, slightly confused, and slightly shocked as he nodded his head.

“Every night. And seeing you today, walking into class in that dress, made it hard to focus on teaching today,” he continued to whisper in my ear, his voice a low and husky whisper, and it was oddly arousing. I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together slightly, and he definitely noticed. He looked down, gently chuckling to himself, placing a hand on my thigh. At his touch, a tiny gasp left my mouth, and I was finding it harder and harder by the second to control myself.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about you darling,” he whispered in my ear, pulling back to look at me and my expression. I looked up at him, and the only thing I could do was slowly nod my head, getting what he was implying, and giving him my full permission.

He chuckled again at my response before sliding his hand slightly further up my thigh.

“Are you sure darling?” his voice was still low, whispering in my ear again. I nodded my head again, this time with a little more confidence.

“Y-yes. I-I’m sure, Myles,” my voice comes out slightly shaky, but not in a way that was hesitant.

When I said those words, he slowly nodded to himself before sliding his hand up even further, sliding up under the skirt of my dress, and I felt myself squeezing my thighs together even more. He chuckled slightly at my reaction, putting his hand under my chin and bringing it up so I was looking at him.

“You’re so pretty darling, I want you, all of you,” his voice remained low and husky as he whispered in my ear again, and I continued to look up at him, staring directly into his eyes.

He met my gaze for a few moments before leaning forward and softly pressing his lips against mine. It wasn’t hard at first, but when he felt me kissing him back, he started to grow more hungry, his lips kissing mine more desperately. A soft moan escaped me at his increased hunger, which only seemed to rile him up more. He started biting my bottom lip softly as he continued to kiss me, his hand now fully up my dress, now teasing the fabric of my underwear.

“God I’ve wanted to do that forever,” he said soon after pulling away, looking down at me. When I felt him pull away, it took me a couple seconds to process what had happened before I slowly leaned back in, kissing him again. I felt him let out a shaky breath against me, his hand still firmly placed on my thigh, his other arm slowly starting to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I felt him pull my body up against him, gently lifting me so I was sitting on his lap as I kissed him, and I slowly wrapped my arms around him as I did, deepening the kiss even further. I opened my mouth slightly, letting him slide his tongue into my mouth, and a soft moan escaped my mouth.

At the sound of my moan, I felt him growing underneath me, and my hand made it’s way into his hair, gripping a few strands and lightly tugging at it. He broke the kiss for a few seconds, looking directly into my eyes.

“I need you darling, so bad,” his voice was low and sultry as he locked his eyes with mine. A shaky breath left me at his words, and I couldn’t help but pull hair a little harder, causing him to moan out softly. He attacked my mouth again, his lips firmly pushing themselves against mine.

“M-myles, please,” my voice was barely audible, my breathing now having picked up slightly as he continued to kiss me. At my words, he almost instinctively knew what it was that I wanted, and his hand that was holding onto the fabric of my underwear gently and slowly started to pull them down my legs. He broke the kiss for another moment, looking up at me as he continued his action.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” his voice was still low and husky, but there was a slight hint of concern laced within his tone. I nodded my head, positive that I was okay with what he was currently doing, as well as what was about to come. He looked at me, slightly hesitantly, but his actions sped up, my underwear now fully down to my knees.

“Are you absolutely positive darling?” he asked me again, and I nodded my head once more, this time a little more forceful.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I locked eyes with him, a sense of eagerness in my voice. He nodded to himself at my verbal response, lifting my body up slightly with his arm.

“If you want to stop, just say it. Okay? I don’t want you doing anything that you don’t want to. Promise me you’ll say so if it becomes too much,” he kept his eyes locked on mine, his voice now filled with more concern than before.

“I promise, please, I need you,” I quickly responded, now becoming more and more desperate. He nodded again at my promise, still keeping my hips slightly raised off his body as he tugged at the zip of his pants, and I looked down to see his cock springing free.

My eyes widened slightly at the sight of it. It was huge. I’d never seen one this big before, and I was about to have that inside me. He looked up at me once more, looking into my eyes with a look that seeked confirmation, and I nodded again. At my nod, he slowly lowered me onto him again, and I felt him pushing himself into me.

I kept my arms around him as I straddled his cock, sitting on his lap, and a soft moan escaped my mouth at the feeling of him inside me, and he smirked slightly at the noise leaving my mouth.

“You like that darling? You like taking my cock like that?” he chuckled ever so slightly, watching me rock my hips forward slightly, grinding my body into him, and he let out a soft breathy moan as I did. I nodded my head in response to his question, pushing my body forward into him slightly more.

“Y-yes, please,” my breath came out soft and shaky, my arms still firmly and tightly around him. At my words, he softly moaned, burying his face in my neck, leaving soft and gentle kisses.

“You feel so good darling, taking me like that,” his voice was low as he spoke against my neck, almost directly into my ear. At his words, I pushed my hips forward again, throwing my head back, and another moan left me as I did. His hand rested on my hip under my skirt, firmly holding me as I rocked my hips back and forth into him. 

A small moan left him as I continued to grind my body against him. My arms stayed around him, but on my next move forward, I rested my head on his shoulder, still keeping my pace.

“Just like that darling, I’m getting close,” his breathing became more and more labored as he spoke, it becoming harder for him to speak in full sentences. His other hand, which was wrapped around my waist, tightened, pulling my body even closer to him.

“Myles, I-” I started speaking, but I was cut short by him suddenly gripping my chin, pulling my face up from his shoulder so I met his gaze.

“Look at me darling, tell me how good it feels taking my cock like that,” his eyes were locked with mine as he spoke, not letting me look away, even if I wanted to. At his words, I couldn’t help but feel even more aroused, and a breathy moan left me, still rocking my hips at a rhythmic pace.

“I- I love it, I love, taking your cock,” my sentence came out weak and labored, many short breaths coming out in between words. His arm tightened even more around my waist.

“Good, because I’m about to come darling,” his voice was low and sultry, his eyes staring at me through his glasses, and I couldn’t help but throw my head back as another moan left me. He seemed slightly disappointed at my action, gripping my face a little harder, pulling my face back to meet his.

“No darling, I want you to look at me, look at me when I’m filling you with my come,” he spoke in the same tone, the slightest smirk on his face as he spoke, and his words were enough to finally send me over the edge.

I kept my eyes on him, no longer able to hold back as I reached my climax, another moan leaving me, and fighting all restraint to throw my head back as I came on him. Soon after, I felt him spilling himself inside me, another moan escaping him as he did, and he closed his eyes for a moment before looking back up at me, his cheeks flushed and rosy, the tiniest beads of sweat forming on his face.

“You did so good for me darling,” he kept his gaze on me, cupping my cheek with his face as I looked down at him, hearing my shallow and shaky breaths as I started to come down from my release. I closed my eyes for a few moments before looking back at him.

“You look so beautiful,” his voice was still low and soft, but no longer in the seductive tone he had before, his voice now gentle and caring. He kept his arm tightly around me, keeping me close to him. I felt myself blush at his words, and I couldn’t help but bury myself in his shoulder.

“You know darling,” he started talking again, and I lifted my head to look back at him.

“Yes?” I tilted my head to the side, curious to what he had to say.

“We should do this again,” the volume of his voice lowered as he spoke those words, the simple phrase having so much meaning.

When he said those words, I contemplated it for a few moments before slowly nodding my head, a small smile starting to form on my face.

“I would really like that, Myles,” my voice was low and breathy, and I watched him give a slight smile.

After a few moments, I lifted myself off of him, adjusting my clothing so it wasn’t obvious what I had just engaged in, and as I went to leave the room, I looked back at Myles, and I swear I saw him wink at me before I left.

STOPPP ILY (my no 1 fan fr)

𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕

word count: 432

you sleeping on top of myles as he talks to you in your sleep (myles pov)

the only sound in the room was her soft breathing as she slept. it was one of my favourite sounds in the world. 

I held my arms around her as she lay on top of me, in a deep and peaceful sleep. she looked so relaxed, and I couldn't help but admire her.

“you're so gorgeous when you sleep darling,” my voice was barely a whisper, not wanting to wake her, but I needed to say it. regardless of whether or not she could hear me, I was going to tell her.

I gently stroked her hair as she slept, feeling the soft strands between my fingers. she was always so beautiful, but especially when she slept. 

“I love you so much baby, so so much,” I continued to softly and quietly talk to her in her sleep, not expecting an answer, but still talking anyway. 

whenever she fell asleep on me, my eyes never left her. she was my everything, and I couldn't bring myself to look away, even for a second. her breathing filled the room, it being in slow and even breaths, and a small smile crept onto my face.

“you're so beautiful love, i love it when you sleep on top of me,” I continued playing with her hair as she slept, feeling her chest rising and falling against my body, her arms loosely around me. I continued to look down at her, falling more and more in love with her with every second I spent looking at her.

the way her arms felt around my body. the way she always had one leg up when she slept. the way she occasionally mumbled. the way her hair was always perfect and soft. the way her entire body was close to me, not leaving even an inch of space between us. everything about her made me go crazy for her.

“I love you so much darling, so so much. I know you won't hear this right now, but you mean everything to me,” as quiet as my words and voice were, I couldn't have been more honest and true with them. 

I felt her stirring slightly, wondering if she had started to wake up, but when she went still again after a few moments, I knew she was still asleep. I kept stroking her hair and tracing her skin, loving the way it felt under my fingers.

after a few more minutes, she stirred again, and I continued to look down at her as she slowly opened her eyes, looking up at me.

“you have a good sleep love?”

You should go on dr phil

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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.

Never have I been more attracted to a woman