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hey lovely! i saw you love jackass, ME TOO :3 who are your favs?? im 100% gonna request a fic from you in that fandom at some point! - 🐛

OKAY AH!

i've been watching jackass since my dad showed me it at the ripe age of six sooooo i grew up loving all of them.

if i HAD to choose;

johnny (always been #1)

steve-o (felt bad for him when i was younger because he did the worst shit)

danger ehren (UNDERRATED FUNNY ASF)

chris (love this twink)

heres my opinion on bam: listen, he was the best. notice the WAS. he's just turned into an overall bad person. it doesn't mean i won't write for him but i hate what he's turned into. i would very much like to remember him as who he was when i was growing up.

but i love writing for the jackass guys so please request anything (and don't think i won't write bam cause i will lol)

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current axl punishing a kind of bimbo/ditzy reader for clinging to him and distracting him from writing his lyrics, HARD SMUT

𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔰

literally never done current axl so this was fun!

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

axl sat at his desk, staring at the blank screen in front of him. he had been working on his latest album for months now, but your constant clinging and distractions had left him feeling frustrated and uninspired.

he turned to you, who was standing behind him, your hand resting on his shoulder. "can you give me some space, please?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

you pouted, your eyes pleading with him to stay. "is it too much if i just… stare at you for a bit? you’re like, super handsome" you said, your voice whiny.

“can’t you just leave me alone for a minute?”

"i’m not trying to be annoying, i just think you need a little… break. you deserve it!" you pleaded

he sighed and stood up, turning to face her. "i love you, but i need to focus on my music right now. can't you see that?"

"aww, i love you too! but like, i don't get it—can’t your music wait just a little? i mean, i’m way more fun than a song, right?"

he sighed and took you by the hand, pulling you towards the bedroom. you gasped and looked at him in shock, but axl didn't give you a chance to protest. he pushed you onto the bed, your body writhing beneath him.

he traced his fingers along your body, caressing your curves and sending shivers down your spine. but this time, his touch was different. it was rough and demanding, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

he pulled your hair back, exposing your neck, and whispered in her ear, “your gonna regret distracting me from my music”

he slapped you hard across the face, leaving a red mark on your cheek. you cried out in pain, but axl didn't stop. he continued to slap you, each blow more forceful than the last.

he pushed your legs apart, and pushed his fingers inside you, and you moaned in pleasure.

he slapped you hard across the face once more, leaving another red mark on your cheek.

he pulled your hair back once more, exposing your neck, and leaned in to bite you. you shouted in torment, but he just sunk his teeth deeper.

he pushed his fingers inside you harder, causing an immediate rush of pain but pleasure at the same time.

he pushed his cock inside you, and you screamed in gratification. he was harsh and strenuous, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

he pounded into you harder and harder, continuing to slap you.

you couldn't believe the sudden change in axl's demeanor, but instead of being scared, a twisted part of you found the rough treatment strangely arousing. his harshness and dominance were like a drug, and you didn't want the high to end. you met his every slap with a moan, your body arching into his touch.

"is this what you wanted, huh?!" axl growled, his thrusts getting even more intense, his grip on your wrists tightening.

"yes!" you panted, your voice hoarse from moaning. "more, axl, more!" axl didn't hesitate to oblige. he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back as he continued to pound into you mercilessly. each slap on your skin stung, but it only seemed to fuel the fire within you.

your orgasm raced to the surface, building with each hard thrust and stinging smack. "fuck, i'm going to cum!" you screamed, your nails digging into the sheets beneath you.

axl grunted in response, his rhythm erratic as his own orgasm approached. seconds later, he came inside you, his face contorted with pleasure. his grip loosened, but only for a brief moment.

"that was as a lesson, princess. next time, when i'm working, i expect you to leave me the fuck alone, understood?" he panted, catching his breath.

"y-yes, i understand," you whimpered, your cheeks flushed and body still tingling from the rough encounter. "i'm sorry, axl."

he leaned down, roughly kissing your now-swollen lips. "good. now, get dressed and fix your makeup. we have company coming over for dinner later."

as he got up from the bed, you lay there, still reeling from the roughest and most exhilarating sex you'd ever had. a part of you knew that this wasn't right, that no one should be treated this way, but the other part of you, the one that had grown to crave his attention, was already planning ways to make sure it happened again.

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𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰

requested! i assume you meant smut lol so i wrote that. if you want me to write something else, i will!

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

the backstage area buzzed with energy as the band wrapped up another electric show. you, their personal assistant, had been running on adrenaline for weeks, juggling schedules, calming tempers, and making sure everything ran smoothly. tonight, though, something in the air felt different—charged.

"you’ve been busy," axl’s smooth, commanding voice cut through the noise as he cornered you near the dressing room. his fiery gaze scanned your face, and a smirk tugged at his lips. "don’t think i’ve seen you take a break all day."

"someone has to keep you guys on track," you quipped, keeping your tone light despite the heat rising to your cheeks under his intense stare.

duff strolled over, casually throwing an arm around your shoulders. "axl’s right, you’re always running around for us. when do you ever get to let loose?"

izzy leaned against the wall, his cigarette hanging lazily between his fingers. "probably never," he drawled, his dark eyes narrowing as they flicked to you. "maybe we should fix that."

"guys, come on," you laughed nervously, trying to deflect the sudden shift in attention. but it was no use. slash and steven joined the group, their grins matching the mischief brewing in the air.

"she works hard," slash said, his voice low and velvety, "but we can make sure she has some fun."

steven nodded enthusiastically, his boyish excitement adding an edge of playfulness. "yeah! you deserve it."

the tension thickened as the room quieted, all eyes on you. your heart raced as you realized there was no escaping their combined focus.

"let us take care of you for a change," axl murmured, stepping closer, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. "you’ve earned it."

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

you found yourself pressed against the plush couch in their private lounge, the room dimly lit and humming with anticipation. axl’s lips trailed along your neck, his hands firm yet reverent as they explored your body.

"relax," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "we’re in charge now."

izzy’s hands joined in, sliding up your thighs with practiced ease, his touch light but insistent. "let us show you how much we appreciate you," he said, his voice a husky promise.

duff knelt beside you, his warm smile offset by the hungry glint in his eyes. "you’re always taking care of us," he murmured, his hands steady as they undid the buttons of your shirt. "let us return the favor."

slash’s curls tickled your shoulder as he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a teasing kiss that left you wanting more. "just let go," he urged, his voice a seductive growl.

steven’s hands were everywhere, his energy infectious as he worshipped every inch of you, his soft murmurs of praise blending with the others’ deep voices.

their combined attention was overwhelming, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of you with an electrifying precision that left you breathless. axl’s commanding presence was undeniable as he guided the rhythm, his lips hot and insistent on your neck, marking you as his. duff’s touch was a steady counterbalance, his large hands sliding down your body with a reverence that made you feel worshipped.

izzy’s quiet intensity revealed itself in the way he nipped and sucked at your skin, his dark eyes drinking in every reaction you gave him, while slash’s playful edge came through in teasing kisses and the way his calloused fingers traced tantalizing patterns along your inner thighs, pushing you further into bliss. steven’s energy was unrelenting, his eager hands and soft, breathy praises grounding you amidst the storm of sensations.

as they worked together, their voices—low murmurs, teasing chuckles, and growls of approval—blended into a symphony that mirrored the crescendo building within you. the intensity of their combined efforts sent you spiraling closer and closer to the edge, their expertise and attentiveness leaving no desire unmet.

when the final wave of pleasure crashed over you, it was as though time stood still. they held you, their hands soothing and their presence grounding, their expressions a mixture of satisfaction and admiration as they basked in the glow of your shared intimacy.

hours later, you lay tangled in their arms, your body sated and your heart full. axl traced lazy circles on your back, his earlier dominance softened by the tenderness in his gaze. "you’re incredible," he said simply.

duff pressed a kiss to your temple, his arms wrapped protectively around you. "we’re lucky to have you."

izzy lit another cigarette, his smirk the only sign of his satisfaction. "next time, don’t wait so long to let us take care of you."

slash chuckled, his fingers idly strumming an invisible guitar against your hip. "yeah, we’re pretty good at it."

steven grinned, his head resting on your shoulder. "the best, actually."

you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and free as you nestled closer to them. "thank you," you whispered, meaning it more than you ever thought possible. being with them—letting go—felt like coming home.

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hiiii can you pretty please do slash and Izzy x reader 🩷🩷

𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔱𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

thank you! i didn't write smut but if you want that, please just tell me.

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

“hey,” a familiar raspy voice said, pulling you out of your thoughts. you turned to see slash, his top hat slightly askew, curls falling in wild waves around his face. he had his guitar slung over his shoulder, his fingers absently tracing patterns along the fretboard.

“hey,” you replied, smiling. “you guys killed it out there.”

“yeah?” he asked, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. “glad you think so. thought we were a little rough during paradise city.”

“nobody noticed,” you assured him, taking a sip of your drink. “you always make it look effortless.”

before he could respond, izzy appeared, his lean frame draped in a leather jacket that looked like it had seen better days. he had a cigarette dangling from his lips, his dark eyes glinting with mischief.

“effortless? slash? you’ve seen him trip over his own cables, right?” izzy teased, earning a playful shove from slash.

“watch it, stradlin,” slash warned, though his tone was more amused than threatening.

“i’m just saying,” izzy said with a smirk, turning his attention to you. “what about you? enjoy the show?”

“of course,” you said. “you guys never disappoint.”

“good to hear,” izzy replied, his smile softening. “so, any plans for the rest of the night, or are we dragging you to the afterparty?”

“afterparty?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow. “i didn’t realize there was one.”

“there’s always an afterparty,” slash said, tilting his hat back slightly. “you in?”

you hesitated, pretending to think it over. “hmm, let me check my schedule,” you said, pulling out an imaginary planner and flipping through the pages. “looks like i’m free.”

izzy chuckled, taking a drag from his cigarette. “great. let’s get out of here before axl starts yelling about something.”

the three of you slipped out a side door, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the heat of the club. you ended up at some dive bar a few blocks away, the kind of place with sticky floors and a jukebox that only played classic rock. it was perfect.

slash and izzy took turns making you laugh with ridiculous tour stories—slash’s attempt to adopt a stray dog in cleveland, izzy’s ill-fated idea to skateboard onstage in detroit. between rounds of drinks and the comfortable hum of conversation, you felt completely at ease.

at some point, izzy leaned closer, his voice low. “you know, we don’t usually bring people along for this stuff.”

“why not?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“because it’s usually boring,” slash interjected, smirking. “but you make it… less boring.”

your cheeks flushed at the compliment, and you quickly looked down at your drink to hide your smile.

“agreed,” izzy said, his tone serious for once. “you’re good company. don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“i won’t,” you promised, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol.

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HIII can you do gnr x assistant reader? 😜😜

wait do we mean the whole group or… cause i’m up for it if that what you mean.

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100 NOTES YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY THANK YOU SO MUCH

𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔥 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢

not requested

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

when you first met, he was so…silent

he would just glance at you and never make eye contact

when he was speaking to you, he’d just peer away and look behind you

that was until you started dating

he just suddenly became as loud as a megaphone

he wakes you up EVERY SINGLE MORNING with a new pickup line he came up with or read somewhere

are you wearing space pants? cause your ass is out of this world

can I get a picture of you? i wanna show santa what i want for christmas

to this, you just sigh.

which causes him to burst out laughing.

every.

single.

time.

not a lot of romantic dates with him because let's face it, he's a busy man

a very common “date” you have is going to a hotel pool and just swimming

while you are swimming, he somehow finds a way to take something off of you

untying strings of tops, ripping bottoms, he literally doesn’t stop

on your second date, he brought you to his house and threw his snake on your shoulders

yikes.

a WHOLE LOT of pda

this man is OBSESSED

being good looking and having loads of groupies just makes him want to show you off to the world

he grabs you anywhere thats available

and i mean anywhere

he is sooo supportive

no matter what you do, say, or think, he will be there for you

he loves to tease you about your hair

he thinks he has the healthiest hair ever

let's be honest, we know this man DOES NOT shower as much as he should

these luscious locs of mine...

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𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢

requested! honestly, your request made me crack the fuck up! u are so funny lmfaooo.

ALSO!!! people that submit me requests often, you can choose some sort of symbol/emoji to let me know who's requesting lol. but only if you want:)

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

the hum of excitement filled the arena as the crowd buzzed with anticipation for guns n’ roses to take the stage. backstage, you hovered near duff, the tall blonde’s easy smile and calming demeanor grounding you as you adjusted to the chaos of your first time at one of their shows.

steven was the first to notice you, his face lighting up with pure delight as he bounded over like an excitable puppy. "you made it!" he exclaimed, wrapping you in a warm, slightly sweaty hug that made you laugh despite yourself. "we’ve got a newbie in the house!"

"don’t scare her off, steven," duff teased, placing a steadying hand on your back as steven released you.

"i’m fine," you assured them softly, your voice shy but genuine. "it’s just... a lot."

"we’ll ease you into it," izzy said, his tone casual as he lit a cigarette, his dark eyes flickering to you. his presence was understated yet magnetic, and you felt the subtle tension in his gaze as he took in how close you were to duff.

duff, ever the protector, kept you close as they moved through pre-show preparations. he handed you a bottle of water, asked if you were okay every few minutes, and stood just a little closer than necessary whenever slash wandered by with his teasing grin.

izzy noticed. of course, he noticed. but he kept quiet, his cool facade masking the faint spark of jealousy that flared every time you laughed at something duff said or instinctively reached for duff’s arm when the noise of the crew grew overwhelming.

during the show, you stood to the side of the stage with steven, who couldn’t stop grinning and pointing out different moments of the performance. "watch this part," he whispered excitedly as slash launched into a blistering solo. "isn’t he amazing?"

"he is," you agreed, clapping along with the crowd’s roar. yet even as you tried to focus on the band, your gaze kept drifting back to duff, his commanding presence on stage drawing your attention like a magnet.

izzy played flawlessly, his understated style a perfect contrast to axl’s fiery energy. but when his eyes flicked to the side and caught you leaning closer to duff, his fingers tightened on the neck of his guitar, the subtle crack in his composure hidden from the audience but not from himself.

backstage after the show, the mood was light, the air buzzing with post-performance adrenaline. everyone was talking and laughing, the room filled with a haze of smoke and the clink of beer bottles.

you sat between duff and steven on a worn leather couch, the three of you deep in conversation about the show. duff had his arm draped casually along the back of the couch, his easy charm making you feel at ease.

izzy, leaning against the wall with a cigarette in hand, watched silently. his jaw tightened as he observed the way your attention seemed to linger on duff, the way you leaned into him just a little more than necessary. it wasn’t deliberate—he knew that—but it still gnawed at him.

the perfect opportunity came when duff excused himself to grab another drink. izzy moved quickly, slipping into the seat beside you and capturing your attention with a quiet, "can we talk?"

confused but sensing the seriousness in his tone, you nodded, letting him guide you to a quieter corner of the room. "is everything okay?" you asked, your voice soft and laced with concern.

"you’ve been avoiding me," izzy said bluntly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. "or at least, that’s what it feels like."

"what? no, i haven’t," you protested, genuinely taken aback. "i didn’t mean to—"

"i know you didn’t mean to," he interrupted, his voice low and edged with frustration. "but watching you with duff all night... damn, it’s driving me crazy."

his confession made your heart race, a mix of guilt and something hotter sparking in your chest. "izzy, i wasn’t trying to ignore you," you said earnestly. "i’m just... nervous. it’s all so overwhelming, and duff—"

"duff makes you feel safe," he finished for you, his lips curving into a wry smile. "i get it. but you can’t just brush me off like that. not when i’m standing right here wanting your attention."

the tension between you crackled like static electricity, and before you could respond, izzy closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. his hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him as he poured all his pent-up jealousy and need into the kiss.

"mine," he murmured against your lips, his voice rough and possessive. "you’re mine."

"and what about me?" duff’s voice cut through the haze, smooth and teasing as he leaned casually against the doorframe, a bottle of beer in hand. "you planning on keeping her all to yourself, iz?"

izzy pulled back just enough to glare at duff, his hands still firmly on your hips. "you’ve had her attention all night," he shot back. "it’s my turn."

duff chuckled, setting his beer down as he approached. "fair enough," he said, his gaze sliding to you, warm and full of mischief. "but maybe we can share."

the words sent a shiver down your spine, anticipation pooling low in your belly as duff closed the distance, his hands joining izzy’s on your hips. their contrasting energies—izzy’s simmering intensity and duff’s easy confidence—left you breathless as they guided you toward the couch, their unspoken agreement to make you the center of their attention for the rest of the night.

their touches were electric, every movement deliberate as they unraveled your composure piece by piece. izzy’s hands roamed your body with a possessive edge, his lips tracing fiery paths along your neck while duff’s softer touch countered the intensity, his fingers brushing over your skin with featherlight precision.

you gasped as izzy’s lips claimed yours again, his kiss demanding and relentless, while duff moved behind you, his hands sliding beneath your shirt to explore the curve of your waist. the contrast between their approaches left you reeling, your senses overwhelmed by the sheer heat of their attention.

"look at her," duff murmured, his voice low and filled with admiration. "she’s perfect."

izzy pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his own dark and smoldering. "she’s ours," he corrected, his voice a husky growl that sent a thrill through you.

their words blurred together as they continued to worship you, their hands and mouths leaving no inch of you untouched. duff’s lips found the sensitive spot behind your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as izzy’s fingers deftly unbuttoned your shirt, exposing your skin to their hungry gazes.

the night became a dance of passion and desire, their combined efforts driving you to the brink again and again. izzy’s intensity ignited a fire within you, his hands gripping your hips with unyielding possession as he pressed heated kisses along your neck, each one drawing soft gasps from your lips. duff’s gentle reassurances kept you grounded, his soothing words a balm against the storm, yet his hands explored your body with a reverent hunger, sliding down your back to draw you closer.

izzy’s voice was low and rough as he growled, "you’re so perfect like this," while his fingers teased along the waistband of your jeans, the friction of his touch sparking electricity beneath your skin.

duff’s lips found the sensitive spot behind your ear, his breath warm and tantalizing as he murmured, "we’re going to take such good care of you," his tone equal parts adoration and desire. the contrast between izzy’s fiery intensity and duff’s tender heat left you trembling, every nerve alight with pleasure as they guided you further into the depths of their shared passion.

their combined efforts left you breathless, the ebb and flow of their attentions pushing you closer and closer to the edge, each movement a seamless blend of control and devotion that made the world fade until only the three of you remained, lost in a haze of want and fulfillment.

when dawn broke, you lay tangled between them, your body and heart completely spent. izzy traced lazy patterns on your skin, his earlier frustration replaced with a contented calm. "next time," he murmured, his voice low and tinged with humor, "try not to drive me insane, okay?"

duff laughed softly, his arm draped over your waist. "good luck with that," he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. "she’s got a knack for it."

you smiled, exhaustion and happiness washing over you as you nestled closer to them, their warmth and presence making you feel truly at home.

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hey daphne! i’m curious, what are your fav bands and then your fav members? - 🐛

heyyy! i literally am so glad you asked because i LOVE telling absolutely everyone

bands

the agonist (#1 band EVER. but i really only listen to the albums with alissa lol)

arch enemy

candlemass

chelsea grin

lorna shore

draconian

him

korn

slipknot

metallica

gnr

my dying bride

mayhem

fall out boy

mcr

p!atd (only ryro days lol)

whitechapel

sublime

the cure

the black dahlia murder

literally so many more lol

members

alissa white-gluz (MY WIFE)

angela gossow

will ramos

messiah (candlemass)

robert smith

heike langhans

ville valo

jon davis

head

sid wilson

corey taylor

james hetfield

DUFF MCKAGAN (my #1 childhood crush)

slash

lena abé

pete wentz

gerard way

mikey way

ryan ross

phil bozeman

bradley nowell

brain eschbach

ethel cain (not a member but THIS DIVA)

if you couldn't tell, i love melodeath lol

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𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔲𝔰

requested! this is a sequel to "the silence between us" so please read that first!

⁎⁺˳✧༚the silence between us

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

months had passed since that morning at the diner, but the weight of those final words lingered, heavy and unrelenting. life didn’t stop, though. the world outside moved on, indifferent to the pieces of your heart that axl’s temper had shattered. you’d left the city, settling in a quieter place where the nights didn’t hum with the sound of his voice echoing from crowded venues.

but even here, in this borrowed stillness, memories of him found you. it was in the songs on the radio, in the way the rain drummed against the roof, in the dreams that never quite faded upon waking. axl’s face was a ghost haunting the spaces between the mundane moments of your days.

you told yourself you were healing. maybe you even believed it sometimes.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

axl’s world had changed, too. the band was busier than ever, their shows selling out night after night. but fame didn’t erase the ache of loss. if anything, it amplified it. he buried himself in the music, in late-night sessions with his guitar, in lyrics scrawled on napkins and crumpled pieces of paper.

even so, he felt you everywhere. in the crowd’s faces when they screamed his name. in the empty hotel rooms after every show. in the way his bandmates stopped asking about you but still cast him worried glances when he’d retreat into himself. axl rose was larger than life to the world, but in the quiet of his own mind, he was just a man with too many regrets.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

it happened by accident, as these things often do. you hadn’t meant to be at the same venue where axl’s band was playing. a friend had dragged you to see the opening act, swearing up and down that they were the next big thing. you’d tried to leave before the main set, but the crush of the crowd had kept you pinned in place.

and then he was there. axl, stepping onto the stage, larger than life and painfully familiar. your breath caught as the spotlight hit him, and for a moment, you thought he saw you. but his eyes swept over the crowd, distant and unreadable.

you tried to leave again, but your feet wouldn’t move. his voice filled the room, raw and unyielding, and it was like no time had passed at all. the songs were the same—fierce, unapologetic—but there was something else now, a sadness woven through the notes. it was unmistakable, and it felt like he was bleeding out every unspoken word between you with each verse.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

against your better judgment, you waited outside the venue. the night air was cold, biting through your jacket, but you couldn’t leave. not yet.

when axl finally emerged, flanked by security, his eyes found yours instantly. he stopped, his expression shifting from shock to something softer, something fragile.

he waved off his entourage and walked toward you, his steps hesitant. “you’re here,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“so are you,” you replied, trying to keep your tone steady.

he laughed, a short, humorless sound. “i didn’t think i’d see you again.”

“neither did i.”

you stood there, the silence between you filled with all the things you wanted to say but couldn’t. finally, axl spoke.

“i’ve… i’ve been trying to be better. i don’t know if i’ll ever be good enough, but i had to tell you.”

tears pricked at your eyes again, but you blinked them away. “i know you’re trying, axl. but we… we can’t go back to what we were.”

his face fell, but he nodded. “i know. i just… i needed you to know i’m sorry.”

“i know,” you said softly. “and maybe someday, we’ll find our way back to something. but for now… take care of yourself, okay?”

he smiled faintly, the sadness in his eyes still there but tempered by acceptance. “you too.”

as you walked away, you felt lighter somehow. the pain wasn’t gone, but it was quieter now, like a wound finally beginning to heal.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

you didn’t turn back, but for the first time in months, you allowed yourself to smile. life would go on, and so would you both—separately, but with the echoes of what you’d shared lingering in the spaces between your steps.

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Well deserved nap wowwwww

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february 11th, 1984 ♡

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i want to braid his hair too 🥹

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𝔡𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢

requested!

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

the lights of the private suite were dim, casting a golden glow across the plush furnishings and the three figures within. you stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed, lips tugging into a defiant smirk as you stared at slash and axl. they sat side by side on the deep leather couch, a bottle of whiskey and two glasses on the table before them.

slash’s dark curls framed his face, his lips set in a gentle yet firm line, while axl’s piercing blue eyes burned with intensity, his expression somewhere between amusement and exasperation.

"you’ve really done it this time," axl said, his voice low and laced with a dangerous edge. he leaned back, his legs spread wide, radiating dominance. "pushing buttons just to see how far you could go."

"i didn’t think it was that big of a deal," you shot back, your tone flippant despite the flutter of anticipation in your chest.

slash sighed, running a hand through his unruly hair. "you know we have rules for a reason, babe. it’s not like we’re unreasonable." his voice was softer, almost coaxing, but his gaze held a quiet authority that made your breath hitch.

"so what now?" you asked, your voice tinged with challenge as you shifted your weight, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your core. "you gonna lecture me to death?"

axl’s grin was wolfish as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "oh, sweetheart," he drawled, "we’ve got something much better in mind."

slash glanced at axl, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face before he stood, his movements fluid and deliberate as he approached you. he reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek in a gesture that was both tender and commanding.

"just trust us," he murmured, his lips quirking into a reassuring smile. "we’re gonna make sure you remember this."

before you could respond, axl was behind you, his hands gripping your hips with a bruising force that made you gasp. "on your knees," he ordered, his voice brooking no argument.

your heart raced as you obeyed, sinking to the plush carpet as slash stood before you. he cupped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "good girl," he praised, his thumb brushing against your lower lip.

axl’s laugh was dark and low as he crouched behind you, his hands sliding up your thighs to the hem of your skirt. "don’t get too comfortable," he warned, his fingers digging into your flesh. "you’ve got a lot to make up for."

slash unbuckled his belt, his movements unhurried as he watched you with hooded eyes. "open," he instructed, his voice a soft command that sent a shiver down your spine.

you parted your lips, your eyes never leaving his as he guided himself to your mouth. the weight of him, the taste, was intoxicating, and you relished the way his composure faltered, a low groan escaping his lips as you took him in.

behind you, axl’s hands were everywhere—pushing up your skirt, dragging your panties down your legs, his fingers teasing and tormenting in equal measure. "you like being the center of attention, don’t you?" he taunted, his breath hot against your ear. "well, tonight you’re gonna earn it."

slash’s fingers tangled in your hair, his hips rocking gently as he guided you, his moans a soft counterpoint to axl’s sharper, rougher presence. "that’s it," he murmured, his voice shaky with restraint. "you’re doing so good, baby."

axl chuckled, his fingers slipping between your legs to find your slick heat. "of course she is," he said, his tone mocking. "she’s a fucking brat, but she knows how to behave when it counts."

you whimpered around slash, the combined sensations of his length in your mouth and axl’s fingers working you over threatening to overwhelm you. your body trembled as axl added a second finger, his pace merciless as he pushed you closer to the edge.

"don’t come," axl ordered sharply, his free hand delivering a stinging slap to your ass that made you cry out. "not until we say."

slash groaned, his grip on your hair tightening as he pulled back, his breathing ragged. "axl," he said, his voice tinged with a warning. "don’t push her too far."

axl smirked, withdrawing his fingers and rising to his feet. "she can handle it," he said, his gaze blazing as he undid his own belt. "can’t you, baby?"

you nodded, your cheeks flushed and your body aching with need. "yes," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

slash knelt beside you, his hands gentle as he guided you to lie back on the carpet. "let me take care of you," he said, his tone soothing as he positioned himself between your legs. his mouth found your neck, trailing kisses down your collarbone to the swell of your breasts, his touch a stark contrast to axl’s roughness.

axl stood over you, his eyes dark with lust as he watched slash worship your body. "don’t go too easy on her," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "she needs to learn."

slash’s lips curved into a small smile as he glanced up at axl. "don’t worry," he said, his fingers sliding into you with a practiced ease that made you moan. "i’ve got it under control."

slash’s lips traveled across your skin, his slow, deliberate worship coaxing soft moans from your lips as his hands caressed every inch of you. his touch was gentle yet insistent, his fingers sliding across your curves like he was savoring every second. behind you, axl’s presence was a sharp contrast—his firm, teasing commands grounding you, his hands delivering playful slaps and sharp pinches that sent jolts of heat through your body.

"so fucking perfect," slash murmured, his voice husky as he pressed kisses down your stomach, his tongue leaving a trail of fire in its wake. his fingers dipped between your thighs, stroking you slowly, his pace torturously unhurried. "you’re so good for us, baby."

axl’s laugh cut through the haze, his tone dripping with mockery. "she likes it too much when you coddle her," he said, grabbing your chin and tilting your face toward him. "she needs to be reminded who’s in charge."

with that, axl leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss that left you breathless. his teeth grazed your bottom lip before he pulled back, his eyes blazing as he took in your flushed, needy state. "look at her," he said, his voice dark with satisfaction. "she’s desperate."

slash’s lips curled into a small smile as he continued his ministrations, his fingers slipping inside you with a practiced ease that made you arch against him. "maybe," he said, his tone soft and teasing, "but she’s ours."

axl smirked, his hands moving to grasp your hips, his grip possessive. "damn right she is," he growled, sliding into you with a rough thrust that had you crying out. he set a punishing rhythm, his movements sharp and deliberate, while slash’s mouth found your breast, his tongue flicking over your sensitive nipple.

"you’re doing so good, baby," slash murmured against your skin, his words a soothing balm against axl’s relentless pace. his hand moved to cradle your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he pressed soft kisses to your lips. "just let go. we’ve got you."

axl’s laughter was rough and edged with lust as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "don’t make it too easy for her," he warned slash, delivering a sharp slap to your thigh that made you gasp. "she needs to earn it."

slash groaned, his fingers tightening on your hips as he slowed his movements, his body pressing against yours in a way that felt both grounding and overwhelming. "she’s earning it," he said, his voice strained. "look at her. she’s perfect."

the combined sensations of slash’s gentle worship and axl’s rough dominance unraveled you completely, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you. by the time they were done, you were a quivering, spent mess, lying between them as they admired their handiwork.

as you lay between them, your body aching and your mind blissfully hazy, axl lit a cigarette, his smirk softening into something almost tender. "maybe now you’ll think twice about acting out," he said, his tone teasing.

slash chuckled, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. "or maybe not," he said, his smile warm and full of affection. "either way, we’ll be here to keep you in line."

you smiled, exhaustion and satisfaction washing over you as you nestled closer to them. "i’ll try," you murmured, knowing full well that you wouldn’t.

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Yes yes yes! I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of subby slash! You’ve very quickly become my favourite writer, you’re insanely talented and don’t forget it sweetheart! - 🐛

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[broidobe]

Hi, I saw that you wrote that last story about izzy and I'm so happy, you really saved my week and helped me with my imaginary scenarios before bed hahahaha. Thank you so much for dedicating yourself to your work, just like me, there are thousands of people on this site who really admire your writing. Know that I will always be your #1 fan when it comes to stories based on izzy. I hope you have an amazing end of the year, happy holidays! 💗

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[broidobe]

I saw your recent slash fics and there so good! Could you possibly do a smut one of him where he’s subby? Like not supper subby but just he’s a little whiny and a bottom. Only if your not busy and comfortable with it🖤

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OH HELL YEAH!

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

the soft glow of candles cast flickering shadows across the room, bathing everything in a warm, golden light. the air was heavy with the faint scent of sandalwood and the remnants of wine from earlier in the evening. you sat on the edge of the bed, watching as slash leaned back against the pillows, his curls cascading over his shoulders, his dark eyes full of that teasing spark you knew so well.

he’d been coy all evening, throwing you little smirks and subtle brushes of his fingers against yours during dinner. it wasn’t unlike him to flirt shamelessly, but tonight, there was a softness to it, a quiet yearning that tugged at your heart as much as it ignited a fire in your veins.

“what?” he drawled, his voice low and slightly husky, his lips curling into that trademark smirk. “you’re staring.”

“you like it when i stare,” you shot back, a playful lilt in your tone.

his smirk faltered for just a second, replaced by a flicker of something more vulnerable. you tilted your head, studying him, and he let out a soft chuckle, looking away briefly as if to compose himself.

“maybe i do,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “but only if you plan on doing something about it.”

you stood and crossed the small distance between you, crawling onto the bed until you straddled his hips. his hands instinctively moved to your waist, but you caught them, pressing them back against the bed. his dark eyes widened slightly, and you could see the conflict play out in them—the urge to take control warring with the intrigue of letting you lead.

“stay,” you murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to his jaw, just below his ear. “let me take care of you tonight.”

he swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing, and you couldn’t help the satisfied smile that spread across your lips.

“you’re not usually this bossy,” he said, his tone teasing but his voice shaky.

“and you’re not usually this obedient,” you countered, nipping at his earlobe. his breath hitched, and the sound went straight to your core. “but look at you, slash. you’re being so good for me.”

his cheeks flushed at your words, and he let out a soft, almost petulant whine that made your pulse quicken. you kissed your way down his neck, taking your time to mark him, leaving small bruises in your wake. his hips shifted beneath you, his growing need evident, but you pressed your weight down on him to still his movements.

“patience,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his collarbone.

“you’re killing me,” he groaned, his voice edged with desperation.

“no,” you said, sitting up slightly to meet his gaze. your fingers trailed down his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one. “i’m savoring you.”

his hands twitched at his sides, and you could see the effort it took for him to keep them there. once his shirt was open, you leaned down again, your lips tracing the tattoos that covered his skin. his breathing grew heavier, his body trembling slightly beneath your touch.

when your hand slipped lower, palming him through the fabric of his jeans, he let out a broken moan, his hips bucking involuntarily.

“y/n,” he murmured, your name falling from his lips like a plea.

“yes, baby?” you asked, your tone sweet but with an edge of mischief.

“please,” he whispered, his voice so soft you almost didn’t hear it.

“please what?” you pressed, wanting to hear him say it.

he groaned, tilting his head back against the pillows, his curls spilling out like a dark halo. “you know what i want.”

“do i?” you teased, your fingers working to undo the button of his jeans. “you’re going to have to be more specific.”

“you’re evil,” he muttered, but there was no real bite to his words. instead, he looked up at you with wide, pleading eyes that sent a thrill through you. “i need you. please.”

satisfied, you leaned down to kiss him, your hand slipping beneath the waistband of his jeans and boxers to wrap around him. his reaction was immediate—his hips lifting off the bed, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. you stroked him slowly, relishing the way he writhed beneath you, his usual composure completely shattered.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” you whispered, your voice full of reverence. “completely at my mercy.”

he let out a breathless laugh, but it was cut off by a sharp gasp as you quickened your pace. “anyone else and i’d…”

“you’d what?” you interrupted, squeezing him just enough to make his words falter. “tell me, slash. what would you do?”

his eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting as he struggled to find the words. “i…fuck, y/n… i don’t know. you make me… god, you make me crazy.”

pleased with his admission, you released him just long enough to slide his jeans and boxers down his legs, leaving him bare beneath you. his cheeks were flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched you through half-lidded eyes.

“don’t stop,” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper.

“oh, i’m not stopping,” you assured him, climbing back onto the bed to straddle him once more. “i’m just getting started.”

his hands found your hips as you lowered yourself onto him, and the sound he made—a mix of a moan and a whimper—was enough to drive you wild. you moved slowly at first, savoring the way he filled you, the way his hands gripped you like you were the only thing grounding him.

“faster,” he pleaded, his voice high and desperate. “please, baby. i need more.”

“more?” you echoed, leaning down so your lips were inches from his. “is this what you want? to be completely undone?”

he nodded frantically, his nails digging into your hips as you picked up the pace. his head tipped back against the pillows, his moans growing louder with each movement. you leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss that was all teeth and tongues, his desperation fueling your own.

“you’re so good for me,” you murmured against his lips. “so perfect.”

he let out a choked sob at your words, his body trembling beneath you as he teetered on the edge. “i… i can’t…”

“yes, you can,” you coaxed, your movements never faltering. “let go for me. i’ve got you.”

with a broken cry of your name, he came undone, his body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over him. you followed moments later, the intensity of his release pushing you over the edge.

you collapsed onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily as the room filled with the sound of your racing hearts. his arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“you’re dangerous,” he muttered, his voice still shaky but laced with affection.

“and you love it,” you teased, nuzzling against him.

he laughed softly, the sound low and content. “you’re right. i really do.