#Axl Writes

[jounosparticles]

Your Tears are Priceless

Pairing: Jouno/Tetchou Genre: slight (emotional) hurt/comfort Word count: 2,115 AO3 link Thank you to @meepmeep19 for the prompt :)

It had been a hard day. Jouno and Tetchou had been matched against a strong gifted that had pushed them both to their limits. During the conflict, a couple innocent civilians were used as the enemy’s shield, leading to their deaths. Tetchou, who values protecting the innocent at all costs, was rather distraught the whole way home. Jouno didn’t seem to react much to what had happened, maintaining a straight face as the two stepped into their apartment. 

“Today’s mission was awful.” Tetchou spoke in a neutral tone, although his heartbeat depicted guilt. Though the two cared a lot for each other, discussing genuine emotions wasn’t something either was good at. A hard mission wasn’t something they’d typically discuss after it had ended.

Jouno takes a sharp inhale. “Well, we took down the enemy, that was the goal.” He spoke very collected, as if he felt nothing at all. 

“We still lost two innocent people.”

Jouno flops down onto their couch. A slight tinge of agitation breaks into his voice as he responds to his partner. “It doesn’t matter. No point in reflecting on what’s already happened.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t talk about it.” The events that took down clearly bothered Tetchou. His idealistic sense of justice was to protect the weak no matter what, and the fact that he couldn’t save them made him feel as if justice wasn’t truly accomplished. 

“Just move on, Tetchou. We have work tomorrow, let’s just eat then go to bed early.” Jouno’s voice was growing more impatient with each word. As a response, Tetchou sits next to his love. Putting an arm around his partner’s shoulder, the brunette makes one more attempt to discuss the mission.

“The people were-” he’s interrupted by a shout.

“Just shut up about the people! There’s nothing that can be done to save them. God, you’re so annoying tonight!” Jouno pushes away, opting to stand instead of being within range of Tetchou, who is a bit startled by the sudden lash out. 

“That doesn’t mean we can’t talk about the job.” There was a slight tinge of confusion as well as concern in the brunette’s voice.

“We don’t need to! I was there, I know what happened, I don’t need to go over it again. Let’s move on.” In an attempt to end the conversation, Jouno storms off to their bedroom. Tetchou remains sitting on their couch for a moment. Did I do something wrong? He wondered to himself. It wasn’t unusual for his partner to get annoyed or angry at things after a hard day, but he was acting particularly harsh tonight.

A few moments later, Tetchou brings a glass of water to his love, then proceeds to sit on the bed beside him. He tries to hand over the glass, to no reaction.

 “Sai, are you okay?” Jouno doesn’t acknowledge his presence, opting to not answer the question. He looked angry, as if he was ready to start shouting at just about anything said to him. Tetchou forces the water into his hand, and Jouno reluctantly takes a sip before setting the glass on his nightstand. 

They sit in silence for a moment, waiting for the awkward tension between them to die down a tad. The brunette takes a deep breath before asking again. “Are you okay? You haven’t been yourself since we’ve gotten home.”

Jouno scrunches his eyebrows, as if he’s thinking hard about how to answer. “I’m fine, just a little annoyed at how the mission played out.” He spoke calmly, trying to keep himself from lashing out again.

“Would you like to talk about it?”

“Absolutely not. There’s no point in bringing up something that can’t be changed.” He clenched his fist, his nails slightly digging into his own palms. Despite Jouno clearly wanting to discuss just about anything else, Tetchou felt the need to push the topic a little bit more.

“Why are you so against talking about it? I know that we can’t change the past, but that doesn’t make it any less important.” 

“Because, I can’t let the death of someone get to me, I’ll just begin to overthink during every mission I’ll do, which would make me weaker.” His tone switches from calm to slightly somber.

Tetchou speaks with a tad of confusion in his voice. “So you’re going to just sit here, silently angry about what happened?” 

“Yes, part of the job as a Hunting Dog is to remain strong-willed instead of letting mishaps get to us.”

Although Tetchou was having a hard time thinking of how to reply, he was genuinely worried about the way his partner approaches his own feelings and was determined to push the subject more. “You’re still letting the feelings get to you, even if you choose to present it as anger or neutrality.”

“It’s better than allowing myself to get unnecessarily upset.”

“You are upset, though. You’re just not acting sad.” 

“Just drop it, Tetchou. It’s not that big of a deal.” He tried to divert his focus to something else to avoid listening to the words being spoken to him. He thought to himself: I can’t let a simple bad mission get to me, it’s not important. I’ll just try to change the subject if he pries again. His ideal plan was changed by the words next spoken to him. 

“You’re pushing me away, and trying to mask something that should make you sad as anger. You can be sad, that’s perfectly normal. I’m sad over it.” Jouno pauses at his partner’s words. He doesn’t intend to push Tetchou away; but the feeling of vulnerability that comes with displaying his own feelings is enough to make the white haired man shut down. He didn’t want nor did he intend to upset his partner, but his own pride didn’t allow him to easily express his true feelings. 

“Sadness is a feeling for the weak-minded. I don’t need anyone’s pity.”

“I’m not pitying you. I care about your feelings.” Tetchou’s heartbeat portrayed concern, yet regardless of that Jouno still felt pitied. It was as if he couldn’t accept that people actually care about how he feels. Thinking to himself, It’s not like Tetchou opens up about everything he feels, why am I suddenly expected to talk about things? I don’t need this. 

“Why am I supposed to listen to you? You almost never discuss your own feelings. This advice is nothing I’d see you accepting.” Tetchou glanced downwards after hearing this. He could understand the frustration Jouno felt, as he wasn’t prone to being very open either. Regardless, he wanted to change this for the both of them since he could feel how important it is to not shove personal feelings away. 

“I’ll start talking about things more. We both know it’s bad to keep things in. I want you to be comfortable enough to feel actual emotions around me.” Jouno was a bit taken aback by the honesty. 

A long pause, the two sat in complete silence. Jouno’s mind was spiraling. What should I do? He really won’t stop prying. I know he’s worried, but the last thing I need is to be someone else’s burden. He knew Tetchou wouldn’t let the topic go until he said something. He began to feel extremely anxious as he considered talking about how the mission actually bothered him. He opened his mouth to speak, but the lump he felt in his throat prevented him from continuing. It was as if he couldn’t put together a cohesive thought, but Tetchou was still waiting for an answer. He tried to talk again.

“Tetchou..” Was all he could mutter out. Considering the man is great at talking to other people, he’s awful when it comes to being direct with his own thoughts. He’s never needed to be in the vulnerable position, and has successfully shut away many negative experiences within his life. 

Tetchou could see the effort his partner was putting into trying to open up. He put his hand on Jouno’s shoulder and rubbed his arm softly. “Take all the time you need to talk, I won’t leave or get upset with you. It’s okay.” The affirmations were comforting to hear. Jouno took a deep breath, internally repeating the words his partner had said. I’m not upsetting him. I’m not a burden. I’m not asking for pity. He cares. I can talk to him. It’ll all be okay.

Jouno takes a deep breath, trying to find the correct way to word his thoughts. The lump in his throat grew bigger as he thought about the mission. After trying to ground himself, he slowly spoke. “It’s mostly my fault that the people died today. I should have paid more attention, and I could have phased my way in between the victims and the criminal before they got hurt. I basically killed..” His words trail off. He sounded beyond uncomfortable with each word he spoke, it was as if his own guilt was consuming him. He spoke with clear remorse. 

Tetchou was stunned from Jouno’s perspective of their battle that day. He knew his partner physically wouldn’t have been able to save the victims in time. He didn’t realize Jouno had put himself at blame. Tetchou pulled his love close, trying to speak as heartfelt as he could. “It’s not your fault at all, I know how hard you tried. The enemy killed the people despite our efforts. You did everything you could. I promise.” 

Jouno didn’t believe him. There surely had to be a way he could have saved the victims. “I should have done better, and now I’m here pitying myself over my own mistakes.” He takes a sharp breath. 

“Sai, being upset over a mission isn’t pitying yourself. You’re a hero, you’ve saved countless lives. Sometimes bad things happen, you have to let yourself grieve those moments as well.”

Jouno let himself think for a moment. He did truly try as hard as he could to save the people, yet those lives were still lost. He hated thinking about it, the dread was engulfing his thoughts more and more as he reflected. Talking about it brought these feelings to the front of his mind, making it infinitely harder to act as if he wasn’t bothered. Despite how much he tried to act composed, part of his mask began to fall down. His eyes watered a little while he attempted to keep his face straight. 

“It’s not a big deal, I’ll be just fine by tomorrow.” Regardless of what he claims, his voice began to crack. Tetchou pulls him in closer, rubbing his hand through Jouno’s hair.

“We aren’t talking about tomorrow, we’re talking about right now.” He stops talking as his partner sniffed a couple times.  He continues playing with Jouno’s hair, rubbing his back, and holding him while his love lets a single tear stream down his face. 

“I just want to help people. I’m so sick of seeing innocent lives be hurt in front of me.” He sniffs again. “I’ve harmed so many people in the past that I just can’t stand to see it anymore.” Jouno’s past was a touchy subject that neither person typically dared to bring up. Tetchou had no clue that his partner was still holding in so much guilt over it after all these years. 

“Sai, you’re a good person. You’ve saved so many people these past six years.”

Jouno tries to speak, but chokes on his own words. He felt his eyes water more with everything Tetchou said. It had been a long time since he let himself cry over anything, so his tears didn’t fall very often. Externalizing emotions is really hard for someone who’s spent years keeping things within. Tetchou continues to speak. “Your past does not define who you are today. You did everything in your power to try and save those people; you can’t be so hard on yourself over something that was out of your control.” 

Jouno couldn’t quite understand how he felt. He was vulnerable, but at the same time he felt safe. It was as if talking about things actually helped him realize that he really did do everything he could. He still felt awful over it, but not as alone. Another tear streamed down his face. 

After a while, he gathered a response.  “I’m sorry for getting upset with you earlier.” 

Tetchou kissed his partner’s head softly, before continuing to rub his hands across it. “It’s okay, I know today was hard. Thank you for talking to me about it.” He spoke softly.

The two lay quietly, holding each other closely. Jouno sniffed a couple more times. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

[helsex-moved]

Already talked about this on exhels server but need to share here too

Anyways

Exhels au

The people of Hels, for as long as they can remember have had a patron deity of blood and lightning and war, they attribute their success in battle to Them and when in need of protection ask for Their power. The title Champion of Hels is more or less the role of Their high priest, in caretaker of their temple. That's Helsknight.

Then Ex enters the scene, they have an air of familiarity to Hels and slowly, she realizes how similar they look to all the statues and visages of his deity. He becomes obsessed, convinced this is Them.

He places them on a pedestal both literally and figuratively, she reveres them with the almost unhealthy devotion of a priestess to his god.

When the other people of Hels begin to believe it as well there's a nagging jealousy Hels tries to push away, but he can't deny the desire that he would be the only one to worship Them

Of course just because Hels is convinced doesn't mean he's right. And if this isn't the first nor last life where the young deity and their chosen one have found each other who's to say

[peacesells-imbuying]

Guns N’ Roses with girl member :)

note: part 3 is up! 🐋 masterlist ➜ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

• photoshots would take hours for you because of your long/medium hair length especially the never ending make up. But worth it because you guys could do whatever with stupid poses.

• would play with your hair maybe braid it or anything they can think of

          - would probably do your hair before or after a concert  OR a live performance yes.

- Slash would be an expert with taking care of your hair 

- Axl definitely brush your hair most of the time removing the tangles 

- Izzy loves to decorate your hair with bows or whatever he thinks suits you

- Duff is an expert at braiding your hair 

- Steven...well he tried his best. We forgive him

Remember when Motley Crue gave Steven and Duff the award? (I think? Ion rmr)Well 

-If you were backstage, you made sure none of the guys do stupid shit then they already did. Would probably get high beforehand.

-If up stage with Steven and Duff let's just say you zoned out half of the time or just checked out Tommy, Vince and Nikki you couldn’t help yourself alright. no shame. Yes you’re high or drunk depends on you or maybe just sober

• Steven would teach you how to skateboard or drums whichever you prefer 

- once you learned how to use a skateboard properly you both race each other in a parking lot or anywhere. (Weeeeee) you would lose half of the time..

• steal you’re clothes. no second opinion. Would go to for fashion advice or other way around.

• painting your nails with Duff 🎀

• having to make sure AXL doesn't throw a tantrum during practice or rehearsal

          -bailing him out of jail *coughcough*

[damianodavds]

Life of a glam metal groupie | a guns n’ roses headcanon fic

a/n: this is my very first guns n’ roses fan fiction written as a headcanon. I am a bit nervous as I am new to this band.

a/n #2: since I am new to this band, here are some blogs I visit to get inspiration: @their80smichelle @unknownperson246 @misseptember2001 @duffslut

You are duff’s best friend from high school and agree to tour with guns n’ roses as the boys official groupie. This is what life is really like on the road.

Warnings: smut, fem!slash, smoking & alcohol - I went a little crazy with this one, sorry in advanced 🥺 I hope you like it

You have been friends with duff since freshman year of high school

You were a bit odd, you wore glasses and got teased many times from school mates.

When you both met axl a year later, he convinced you get a make-over

To your surprise, there was a talent scout at the hair salon and she gave you an offer to pose for playboy magazine

You agreed as you felt it would give you a confidence boost (with parents permission, you were shocked they both said yes)

You were officially crowned the guns n’ roses groupie in the summer of 1985, three months after the band was formed

Once you graduated high school, guns n’ roses had their debut in 1987 and got a chance to be the opening act for bon jovi

Duff begged you to join the tour for company 😌😉

You developed a smoking habit due to stress of touring and dealing with teenage girls who wanted a piece of the boys

Nights were spent hooking up with duff, he would eat you out to help you get rid of tension

While he just liked to cuddle with you as you felt so far away during the commotion of preparing for concerts 🥺

You invited a young school girl from alabama to join you on tour. You were lonely being the only girl on tour with two rock bands

You started sharing a bed with your new girl friend. (she’s a girl and your friend)

During a scary movie, she kissed you and you forgot about the film

The tour ended in 1988 and you decided to move in with the band as they continued to record music

You married slash in 1991 and a daughter the following year

You became a stay-at-home mom and lived on the road with slash as he performed with guns n’ roses and worked on this solo career

Your best friends are pamela anderson and bobbie brown

You write a successful blog about your life of a glam metal groupie and playboy bunny on tumblr. It’s a main blog so you follow fans of guns n’ roses, mötley crüe and bon jovi.

Your blog has 123,785 followers 🥹

end

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

Been thinking a lot about characters who don't have tragic/complicated/lore-filled Backstories cause I just finished Neverwhere and Richard is just like some guy. Neil never explains why he's special and he can see door, he just does.

Tolkien never explains why Gandalf chose Bilbo. I don't even think we ever find out what career Bilbo had before going on his journey. He has no Backstory at all.

Rose Tyler was just a totally normal girl. So was Arthur Dent. So was... Another example, sorry I'm tired, I already gave you four.

Look, I'm not saying elaborate/tragic/mythic Backstories are bad, my WIPs are chock full of them, I just think writblr sometimes acts like they're mandatory and they don't have to be.

[stevenssticks]

a slash and axl (and reader) threesome with heavy degradation (to the fem reader) pretty please

these two… together.. idk how anyone would be able to handle them.

my heart goes out to the lucky gal who actually got this in the 80s bc slash literally admitted that they’ve shared women before. personally i wouldn’t have survived.

anyway. not sure how well i’m gonna succeed at giving you what you want w this one bc i haven’t really written anything w heavy degradation before but i’ll do my best! here you go.

you’re a groupie who’s been following the band around for quite some time now. showing up at their after parties and in bars they head to after shows. axl and slash noticed. oh, with looks like yours they definitely noticed. they begin to chat you up, buying you drinks, slash’s hand wandering from the small of your back to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. him and axl huffing out a laugh when you yelp.

one thing leads to the next and you’re back in axls hotel room, on your hands and knees, slash’s cock stuffed in your mouth while axl fingers you hard from behind, pulling his fingers out every now and then to give a little slap to your aching pussy. you’re throbbing as slash holds your hair. fucking your face.

“god, axl, come take a look at her. she’s so fucking messy.” slash groans as he watches drool seep from the corners of your mouth and down your neck.

“i bet she likes it like that. she’s so desperate for us, i bet this whore will take it any way we want her to.” as axl says this he brings his other hand up to your neck to feel where slash’s cock is deep in your throat. squeezing there, making you gag harder. your eyes close for a moment until you feel a slap on your cheek.

“hey now slut, eyes open for me. want you to look at me while you take it.” slash drawls, a slight shake to his voice as he tries to hide how good you’re making him feel.

“oh fuck, i think she likes that. i can feel her clenching around my fingers..” axl chimes in, shoving three fingers harder into your pussy.

“slash, get up. i want a turn with her mouth. i think shes ready for you to fuck her anyways. she’s creaming on my fingers already.”

slash promptly pulls out of your mouth with a pop, and you finally get a full breath of air in, but not for long.

“open up, sweetheart.”

you open your mouth for axl as he lifts your chin up, and he slaps the tip of his cock on your tongue a couple times and then pushes all the way into your throat, pubic bone pushing against your nose.

“oh, fuck… that’s it, slut. take me all the way. that’s it…” axl’s breathing is heavy, he looks up from you to see slash playing with your pussy, thrusting his dick through your folds. nudging your clit, really getting you desperate for it. you moan around axl’s cock, the vibrations sending sparks down axl’s thighs and up his spine. his thighs tense and he thrusts into your mouth. you try and pull off with a gag but he keeps himself deep in your throat with a grip on your hair.

at that moment slash finally pushes into you, groaning at how tight and wet you feel around him. here starts the push and pull. slash slams into you, pushing you further down on axl’s cock, in which you get pulled back, and their actions repeat over and over again.

“fuck, you like being used as a toy for us honey? yeah, you do. i can feel you clench on me. that’s it. be a good slut and make us cum.”

axl is getting close. you can feel his hips lose his tempo, and feel his cock twitch on your tongue. you work your mouth over him, sliding up the vein on the underside and dipping into his slit when he’s far enough out of your mouth.

“oh shit, oh fuck, i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna cum on that pretty face of yours. hold still. fuck. i’m cumming, i’m cumming.”

axl pulls out of your mouth just in time to paint your face with his spend. slash has his fingers on your clit rubbing it tight circles. looking up at axl above you all messy and strung out, cock covered in your spit combined with slash fucking you at a brutal pace triggers your own orgasm. you finally let out a scream now that your mouth isn’t in use, knees spreading further and falling with your chest pressing into the mattress. you feel slash grunt and then give three hard thrusts and then you feel him cumming too, filling you up.

you’re all breathing heavy. you’re so fucked out you can barely move. you feel slash’s hands massaging your hips as he pulls out of you slowly, and you slide down fully onto the bed. axl comes to lay beside you.

“you okay honey? we weren’t too rough with you or anything?”

“‘s perfect” you reply. too far gone to even open your eyes to look at him. slash then comes in and takes you in his arms, flipping you over so he can use a warm cloth to clean you up. you don’t even remember when he had the chance to go to the bathroom and get it. you smile sleepily, stretching out your sore limbs and you know you will have bruises tomorrow. for now, you relish in the feeling of these two men taking care of you.

____________________________________________

WHEEEWWWW OH MY GOD. i need them. badly. what the fuck.

[vincess-princess]

in darkness shall you be reborn

Chapter 17

Word count: 3741 Warnings: slightly nsfw A/N: the worst of school is over so have a celebratory update

It’s been three days and Nikki still hadn’t gotten back to him.

It was good, of course. Vince’s knees grew a scab and itched violently, and he could barely hold back from scratching on it, knowing it would nullify all the healing process. The shoulder injury, thankfully, seemed to heal well: the inflammation around it almost went away.

Vince wished Nikki just did it already. He jumped at any steps behind the galley door, whenever he was on deck he avoided looking in Nikki’s direction, and every time Vince had to hand the captain his plate everything froze in him. Waiting was worse than just going through it: a couple hours were not even close to days of anxiety so strong his hands were constantly trembling, threatening to drop whatever he was holding.

The bout of shame in Mick went away as quickly as it came. He was just as cold and sardonic, and no amount of appeasement could get through to him. The atmosphere in the galley quickly became unbearable: Mick only spoke to bark out orders and scold Vince for smallest mistakes. Whatever Vince did, it was never good enough. He lost the only person on board who treated him with a shred of kindness, and now, despite the hot breezes and scorching sun of the Atlantic ocean, he was constantly shivering. Axl pretended they didn’t know each other, Izzy was constantly in sick bay, Slash could only tell him a couple of words during meals, and even Tommy barely spared Vince a look and scarcely any sleazy remarks. Everyone on the ship seemed too busy to pay him any attention, but fragments of conversations Vince caught he couldn’t piece together. The only thing he knew was that something was coming.

Then, one day, Tommy came to the galley.

“Mick. We need you in the cabin.”

“Oh.” Mick rose from his bed, where he was lazily stringing his guitar while Vince slaved over the pile of dishes. “Already?”

“Yeah.”

“What – already?” Vince couldn’t help but ask. He felt like a conspiracy was unfolding around him.

“None of your business, doll. You keep on with the dishes.”

Of course. What other answer could he get?

“After you’re done with dishes, peel potatoes. At least fifteen. And don’t cut off half of it with the skin!” Mick ordered.

“Yessir,” Vince sighed.

Alright. They want to keep secrets from him? Well, good luck with that.

He waited a bit after Mick and Tommy were gone, splashing the water in the bucket especially loudly, and then creeped across the galley to the door. He waited by it a bit, putting his ear to the keyhole, but didn’t hear anything. Then he carefully pressed on the doorknob.

It stopped halfway down. Locked! They locked him in! Bastards!

Maybe, Vince had to admit when he disappointedly returned to the dishes, they have learned more about his character than he wanted them to. He should be more discreet.

From the galley he could only hear splashing of the waves. Then a vibration went through the ship, and the constant movement that could be felt even inside it ceased. Have they arrived somewhere? Was that why they locked him in – didn’t want him to escape?

But Vince behaved well in Port Royal. And hadn’t given any reason to doubt his submission since then. That meant they still didn’t trust him enough. That he needed to act better, pretend harder. But he was already at his limit. The next stage would be fawning for Nikki, and he couldn’t imagine that even in his worst nightmares.

Dismay washed over him. Whatever he did, it was never enough.

He could hear the pirates on deck yelling something, dropping heavy things and running around. His curiosity was burning him from the inside. Potatoes also refused to cooperate, which only added insult to injury.

Then everything went quiet. Not the average quiet. Even the waves seemed to calm down, the ship almost still in the water. Like the world was listening to something Vince couldn’t hear. And it was driving him nuts.

It lasted fairly long – Vince peeled all the potatoes, even sliced them out of boredom. He returned to the door in a futile attempt to hear anything. Then his gaze fell on the knife he was holding in his hand. Hm, the tip was pretty thin…

He was so consumed with trying to push the tip of the knife through the lock he only heard voices when they were right behind the door. He staggered back and landed right on his behind, knife in hand.

That’s how Mick and Tommy found him.

“Oh, someone’s been trying to get out?” Tommy grinned unpleasantly and turned to Mick. “Looks like we’ll have to secure him better the next time.”

“Yeah,” Mick said, looking at Vince from under half-closed eyelids. “Looks like I was too hasty to trust him with a knife, too.”

He stretched out a hand, and Vince obediently handed him the knife. He couldn’t justify his actions in any way, really, so he didn’t even try.

“Make sure he doesn’t leave the galley, Mick,” Tommy continued as if Vince wasn’t there. “I’ll get you some… tools for that.”

“I will.”

Tommy left, leaving behind more questions than answers. Bitterness filled Vince’s chest. What did he do that warranted such a punishment? Last three days he’d been on his best behavior. While Mick didn’t seem to soften towards him in a slightest and scolded him for every little mistake, even those were getting less frequent. Vince didn’t touch the weapons, didn’t talk rude to anyone and did what he was told. What was it then?

“What are you punishing me for?” he asked, hurt and anger mixing inside him.

Mick looked at him gloomily.

“Existing,” he said then and turned away, and no further questioning managed to get something else out of him. It was as if Vince was talking to a wall. Eventually he gave up trying, being left alone with his thoughts.

Not allowed on deck. No feeling the sun’s hot rays on his face and warm breezes on his skin. Was it for long? Was it connected to the strange occurrence of today? And what “tool” were they talking about?

He had his dinner all alone in the galley that day. On the one hand, he didn’t have to avoid Nikki’s gazes again. On the other, he couldn’t even exchange a couple words with anyone. Not that he had a lot of friends on the Shout, but Slash and Duff were rather friendly towards him, Axl too when they were alone, Tommy’s jokes were sometimes funny and even Izzy nodded to him those rare times he left his cave. The only person remaining in the galley was Mick, and he didn’t seem too eager to take mercy on Vince. It was like cohabitating in an extremely tiny space with a very angry hedgehog. And even he was absent now, handing out portions on deck. Upon his return, Vince knew, he’d have to wash a damn lot of dishes.

When Mick returned and placed a tall pile of plates on the counter, Vince decided to try again.

“Mick,” he said carefully, “please, tell me what’s going on.”

“Nothing that concerns you.” Mick cut off.

“If it didn’t concern me, you wouldn’t lock me up in the galley.”

“Alright, I’ll phrase is differently.” Mick rolled his eyes. “Nothing that we consider you fit to learn about.”

“So it does concern me,” Vince concluded. Judging by the shift in Mick’s expression, he was right. Unfortunately, the shift was from mildly irritated to outright angry.

Mick stretched out his hand and, before Vince realized what he was about to do, grabbed him by the hair and dragged closer. Was he Nikki, Vince would have been prepared to such a sudden violent outburst. But that was Mick.

“The world doesn’t revolve around you, punk,” he hissed in Vince’s ear. “There are things that slaves don’t need to know. Remember, curiosity killed the cat.” And he pushed Vince away so hard he staggered back and crashed into the wall.

Mick turned around and stormed out of the galley, leaving Vince alone again. He slid down the wall onto the floor.

The hair yank didn’t hurt much, but Vince would prefer Nikki beating him up half-dead. Maybe Mick wasn’t so different from other pirates after all.

Mick returned very late: Vince had already done all the work and laid down to sleep, wrapping himself in a ragged blanket. When Mick came through the door, Vince pretended he was asleep. Mick lingered in the door - a typical chill that his gaze always caused ran down Vince’s spine - and sneaked to his bed. After some tossing and turning he went quiet.

No, all that fuss was definitely about Vince. Or about something the pirates really didn’t want him to know. Which meant he absolutely had to find out what it was.

Next morning the ship set sail again and swayed on the waves as usual. Mick locked him in the galley again during breakfast, this time taking the knife with him. At this point Vince was so sick of small spaces that the walls seemed to close in on him. But no amount of fiddling with the lock yielded any results. Maybe the locks on the door of the galley were made sturdier on purpose, to keep the pirates away from the alcohol stash?

Mick returned with a load of dishes and orders. He left the galley door unlocked when he was inside, but Vince didn’t dare to take even a smallest extra step towards the door. It might seem Mick wasn’t watching him, but that was only an illusion.

After what seemed like eternity but was likely just a couple hours Axl walked into the galley.

“Hey, Mick,” he said, not sparing Vince a single glance, “the captain wants a mug of beer.”

“Pour him one,” Mick ordered to Vince. Vince hurried to do the task. He tried to catch Axl’s gaze, but the ginger pointedly stared above his head. Warm beer foamed in the mug.

“I’m needed on deck,” Axl said suddenly. “Send the boy over with the beer.”

And he shot Vince a quick glance.

Mick narrowed his eyes. “If you’re so busy, why’d he send you then?”

“I was the closest,” Axl said calmly. “But the wind’s changing, I gotta be up there. Don’t have time to be a delivery guy, sorry.”

“I’ll do it then.” Mick rose from the bed. Axl’s lower lip twitched.

Then he smiled wide. “You’re even less of a delivery guy than me, Mick. Save yourself the trouble. We’ve got a perfect man for the job right here.”

“The slave ain’t leaving the galley,” Mick cut off, approached and grabbed the mug.

Axl frowned. “Why? Did he do something?”

“Yeah.” Every inch of Mick’s face signaled that he didn’t want the conversation to continue, and Axl seemingly decided not to tempt fate anymore.

“As you wish.” He shrugged and headed to the door after Mick, but in the second when the cook disappeared behind it turned back to Vince. His face was saying: “I tried.”

Well, at least someone noticed his absence, Vince thought bitterly. The lock behind Axl clicked. For God’s sake, Mick would be absent just for a couple minutes! What harm would Vince be able to cause in that time that demanded locking him in?

By lunch he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mick.” Vince lowered a plate on the table with an audible bang to attract his attention. Mick raised his gaze, surprised.

“Huh?”

“If I don’t use the head right now, I’m gonna take a shit right in your favorite pot.”

Up until now he made do with an empty bottle of rum he found behind the counter, but this time it wouldn’t work.

Vince watched Mick’s face go through a series of expression, from confused to annoyed.

“Damn it. I haven’t considered that,” he muttered.

“You should. The clock is ticking.” Vince usually didn’t talk to Mick like that, but it was an emergency.

“But you can’t-“ Mick paused, thinking. “What if I just- no, he’d contaminate the food,” he murmured to himself. Of course, he wouldn’t let Vince do it right in his beloved galley. Even if it wasn’t in his favorite pot.

“Mick. I can’t hold it much longer,” he said. It was almost true. He wanted to check something – to see how long Mick would hesitate. What was more important to him – his precious galley or the secret they were trying to keep from Vince?

The galley won, as Vince expected.

“Fine.” Mick rose from his bed. “I’m going with you. No lingering. And-“ he bent over his chest and pulled out a bandana, “come here.”

When his hands again touched Vince’s hair, he flinched. But Mick just gathered stray strands together, tucked his hair behind his back under the fabric of his shirt and tied the bandana over Vince’s head. “Now that’s better.”

“Why’d you-“ Vince reached for the bandana, but Mick slapped his hand away.

“No talking. No looking around. There and back. And if the captain sees us… you’ll have it bad. Not me. You.”

“As always,” Vince grumbled, following Mick to the door. Curiosity tormented him almost as bad as his physical desires.

But the deck looked as usual. The pirates were working and quietly chatting, the sails fluttered in the wind, the waves gently parted in front of the Shout. Neither Tommy nor Nikki were on deck, and Mick seemed relieved as much as Vince was. Maybe they were having sex in the captain’s cabin right now, he thought. Well, good luck to them.

“Go, go, go,” Mick hissed, dragging Vince to the head. There he stood in front of him, depriving him of the smallest shred of privacy, for the whole process. Not that it bothered Vince much at this point, but that was something he expected from any pirate but Mick. He seemed… more civil than the rest. Well, had seemed.

“Quicker!” Mick barked, looking around anxiously. Vince didn’t have to be told twice: he was already doing his best. Mick barely gave him time to pull up his pants, grasped him by the arm and dragged back to the hatch.

Before he pushed Vince in, Vince turned his head to catch the last breath of fresh air and noticed a silhouette on the horizon.

Another ship.

***

Another night passed. Vince tried to play the bowel movements card again in the evening, but this time Mick was adamant. You keep on shitting like a horse, he said, I’ll just stop feeding you. Vince didn’t ask anymore.

He had a solitary breakfast in the galley again. Well, it could barely be called that. Mick took the porridge with him, leaving Vince with a stale crust of bread and a thin piece of cheese. But Vince had already learned to appreciate the smallest things. It was better than nothing, after all, and it sated his growling stomach for a while.

He wondered how long he would be kept a prisoner of the galley. At this point he wasn’t even scared of being summoned by Nikki anymore. It would be a change of scenery, at least, and he might be able to learn something about the ship on the horizon. Vince was pretty sure it wasn’t an illusion or hallucination: as many reasons as he had to distrust his own judgement, he still trusted his eyes.

The lock clicked. Vince raised his eyes, expecting Mick to barge in with a pile of plates, but it wasn’t him.

It was Nikki.

Vince’s throat went dry. He shouldn’t have thought about him so carelessly. Fate struck back immediately.

Now that the captain was again in front of him, Vince remembered every detail, every word; they went foggy in his memory over these days, and now he wasn’t sure he’d still prefer Nikki to the imprisonment in the galley. Apparently, though, he got both.

And… a chain with a cuff and a lock in Nikki’s hands. Was that for Vince?

“Vinnie.” Nikki sent him a toothy smile. “Idling again, you spoiled brat?”

“Sir.” Vince bowed his head, avoiding looking at the captain. “Mick hasn’t left any orders.”

“When he comes back, I’ll make sure to fix that,” Nikki promised, coming up to the counter. Vince, who was sitting on his bed, tensed up. Nikki looked much fresher than the last time Vince saw him, but there was a strange sharpness in his movements, very much unlike his usual lazy manner. Like he was vigilant for something.

“You won’t have to, he does that just fine himself.”

“Judging by your audacity, not enough.” Nikki carefully lay the chain on the counter, straightened it, moved the cuff slightly and tilted his head, enjoying the view. Vince knew this whole performance was for him. Now there was no doubt who the chain was intended for.

What did I do to deserve this, a bitter thought once again crossed his mind. Did he not satisfy Nikki enough? But it was Nikki who hadn’t summoned him all these days. Was Vince supposed to take the lead? No way in hell.

Nikki moved so close to him his boots were inches from Vince’s face. Vince shrank his head into his shoulders, expecting a kick. But Nikki got down on his knees and was now at face level with him. Vince didn’t feel much safer, though.

“Nice bandana,” he said. Vince had decided not to take it off because it really helped get his hair out of the way when cooking, but now he regretted it. What if Nikki guessed Mick once let him out of the galley? “Where’d you get it?”

“Mick gave it to me. To keep hair out of the eyes.”

Well, it was fifty percent true. Could be worse.

“Good. I’m tired of pulling blonde hair out of my soup.” Nikki reached out his hand and cupped Vince’s jaw, almost gently. A chill ran down Vince’s spine. “We haven’t seen each other in a while. Did you miss me?”

Oh, the question with no right answers. So Vince said nothing.

“Well?” Nikki’s grip on his chin tightened.

“You know the answer,” Vince murmured. He expected a violent reaction, but Nikki just smiled.

“I do.” He stood up and signed to Vince to do the same. Vince mustered up his courage. He had to learn what was going on, and nobody knew that better than Nikki.

“Sir,” he began, “what did I do wrong?”

“You?” Nikki said thoughtfully. “Do you want it in alphabetical order or by date?”

“What did I do wrong to deserve this?” Vince clarified. His stomach cramped from anxiety. “I haven’t seen the light of day for three days, and I have no idea why. If that’s a punishment, then it’s not very effective if I don’t know what I’m being punished for.”

“That’s the point.” Nikki grinned. “You should very carefully consider everything you did and make your own conclusions. You ain’t got a governess anymore: you gotta think on your own.”

He was evading answers like an eel in a pond evades capture. So Vince decided to try another tactics.

“Sir,” he said as piteously as he could, “please. I just want to not have to piss into a bottle. Please tell me how I can fix my mistakes.”

Nikki grinned again, and Vince didn’t like that grin at all.

Then he was bent face down over the counter, right next to the chain, cheek pressing into cool wood, a knee between his thighs. Nikki wrung his arm up behind his back so that any movement caused Vince pain, and he could do nothing else but stay still and listen to Nikki’s heavy breathing that warmed the skin of his neck. That was the only way it was going to go, he mused unexpectedly calmly. Finally Nikki came to collect the debt.

“The view is very nice from up here,” Nikki purred. His warm hand slid into Vince’s pants and squeezed his buttock. Vince inhaled sharply. “You know what would make it nicer, though?”

Vince felt fingers untying the bandana on his head. Then the fabric wrapped around his throat. Nikki slowly pulled up the ends of it until Vince’s arm pressed into his chest, then planted a wet kiss under Vince’s ear.

“You scream or cry – I’ll shove this rag into your mouth,” Nikki whispered into his ear. “I want you to be quiet and docile and take everything I do to you like a good boy. You do that – you’ll go back on deck. Agreed?”

“What, right here?” Vince whispered back.

“Yeah, why not? Not like you’re cooking anything anyway.”

“But Mick won’t-“

The door opened. There he stood, his guardian angel: Mick himself. Very, very pissed guardian angel.

“He’s here!” he threw to someone behind his shoulder. When Mick stepped forward, Vince recognized Tommy.

“What the hell, Sixx!” he said indignantly. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

“I’m kinda busy here,” Nikki replied, displeased. “Can’t a man get some rest?”

“Right now? You’re nuts, dude.” Tommy crossed his arms on his chest. “Hetfield was looking for you. Wanted to go over the plan one more time.”

“We’ve done it like a hundred times already,” Nikki said through his teeth but released Vince. The bandana fell to the floor, and Vince dropped on his knees and crawled away, back to his bed, grabbing it on his way. Who the hell was Hetfield? And what plan were they talking about?

“You two are such killjoys,” Nikki grumbled. Then he turned to Vince and, seeing him crouch on his blanket, smiled.

They headed to the door, but then Nikki stopped, as if he remembered something.

“Oh yeah. I forgot.” He returned to the counter and picked up the chain, shattering Vince’s hopes that he’d forget. “Your hand.”

Vince didn’t move. It didn’t have any effect of Nikki, though. He bent down to him, grabbed him by the left arm and dragged to the wooden post in the middle of the galley. Vince didn’t resist. What was the point?

Nikki chained him to it and stepped back, smiling. Vince gave him a sullen look.

He, Mick and Tommy turned around and left, leaving Vince with more questions than answers and rage bubbling inside his chest.

[solradguy]

GUILTY GEAR COMIC ANTHOLOGY - 06: HOPE and 07: EXTRAORDINARY GIRLS OF MYSTERY

Poor Chipp.

Mangadex (webview) - Neocities (download)

[rocketttqueennn]

hello! i know i was on a super long hiatus, but i think I'm back to write and id love to have suggestions! :) I'm so sorry for being inactive, I've been busy this past year!

[broken-clover]

Solaxl Week- Day 2

The universe dislikes me because it's only day 2 and I went and got some kind of respiratory infection. That's the main reason this one's so short unfortunately, kinda hard to focus rn. Still trying my best! At least this one's a lot fluffier than the last

2. Opposite/Swap AU, Baking, Cuddling

-

It takes two to tango, but three isn’t necessarily a crowd. It’s a sauna.

Magic changes people, often in subtle ways. Wind-users often develop the ability to intuit the weather, changes in atmospheric pressure. Seasoned water mages are considered invaluable during desert excursions, due to their ability to sense distant oasis pools. And aside from the obvious ability to control flames more easily, fire-users often have a knack for smithing due to their resistance to temperature. Those things simply come naturally.

Most of the time, Axl doesn’t even notice until he leaves. Slipping out of the blanket tangle and opening the door feels like stepping into a freezer. Even if it’s a warm day, the temperature shift always feels jarring. It’s nearly enough to send him scrambling back into the cocoon of heat, into the used blankets, into his partner’s soft underbelly. Sol doesn’t have many soft spots, but he’s one of the few lucky bastards who’s gotten the privilege to see them personally. A tiny speck of gentleness amid a sea of hardened strength.

Not only is he one of the only ones that’s allowed to see it, he’s one of the few that can tolerate it. He’d crashed at Sol’s place a few times, back when he was still on babysitting duty. Sin had wanted to sleep with someone to ‘protect’ him, but he’d inevitably complain about how warm it got in the room unless someone tossed open a window to let the cold night air in. He could just barely tolerate his caretaker’s ambient warmth, throwing another fire-user in the mix was just unbearable. Axl sleeps on the couch whenever there’s three of them.

When it’s a private affair, neither minds it. When close together, they collectively release enough heat to spike any room’s temperature after enough time. It’s an unspoken symbol of comfort. Home is where the heat is.

They know where they fit into each other. Where arms can slip around waists and a head can tuck into a ribcage. It’s not even a process anymore, the act is as simple as breathing. Across the room, as Sin has often been as he’s walked in on his guardian, it can be hard to tell where one body ends and the other begins. Even through their wildly different appearances, they’re melded together by heat.

Sol says little about it. He leaves the matter be. Though he’s certainly not objecting to being warmed by someone else, regardless of how redundant it is. He’d never admit to seeking it out on purpose. He puts up the most perfunctory resistance whenever Axl tries crawling all over him. Were they in public- well, dense as he is, Axl has still managed to pick up on the thought that Sol doesn’t like being manhandled while there’s an audience. Out in public, he’s got a reputation to uphold. In private, he only has to prove to himself that he isn’t a massive softie, and that’s a losing battle. He still does it, though, and Axl doesn’t try to stop him, as long as the end result is the same. Sol makes little commentary through the process. He finds no need for it. Just lets it happen.

Axl, like always, is the more chatty about it. He waxes poetic, in his own rough, Axl-y way.

“We’re like a couple’a salamanders! Couple lizards chilling in the heat together. But we don’t need the hot lamp or a rock or anything, ‘cause the warm’s us, too! Yeah. We’re like lizards. Yeah. Yer my best lizard buddy in the whoooole wide world, mate. Y’know, always wondered if we could slow-cook somethin’ on your back-”

Even in the haze of contented cuddling, that sort of babble is too much for Sol to handle. He puts a hand on the back of Axl’s head, the same way he does in the rare moments where he attempts a kiss, and calmly mushes the other man’s face into the pillow until he wises up and stops talking.

[talietikasero]

a while ago, i planned to make art for my fic’s final battle teams. axl, gio, and pot are the first of three

[read the fic here (ch. 11)] || [from the beginning]

color-tested version below

[jounosparticles]

What Your Heart Desires

(Part One)

Jouno notices something is off when Tetchou gets oddly flustered at a simple compliment

genre: fluff

word count: 1758

When it comes to finding the truth, Jouno is easily the best of the Hunting Dogs. He can see through people’s words by listening to the sound of their heartbeat, and can easily talk his way into getting just about anyone to tell him the truth. Due to this, people tend to never bother lying about anything around Jouno, since he is not afraid to call people out on their true intent.

When sent on missions, Jouno is typically paired with Tetchou; the two make a fantastic team, and have taken down thousands of criminals effortlessly. Despite the fact that they argue non-stop, the work partners understand each other deeply.

After completing a mission a lot quicker than expected, the two decide to go grab a coffee before returning to the Hunting Dog’s base.

“Just go sit down, I’ll order for the two of us. No need to scare another barista with your horrific food choices,” Jouno smirks at his coworker. Tetchou goes and sits at the table the two usually occupy.

Jouno’s hearing is extremely sensitive, so finding a quiet place that serves good coffee made the two come here after a lot of missions.

“Here.” Tetchou takes the coffee that Jouno is handing him. He watches as his partner sits across from him.

“You did surprisingly well today, Tetchou. Usually you’re a pain to work with, but today you made the job much easier.” Surprisingly, that was one of the nicer things Jouno has said to his coworker. Tetchou knows that Jouno isn’t actually a mean person, but he definitely likes to argue and throw jabs whenever he gets the chance.

“You’re acting awfully nice today,” Tetchou sarcastically responds.

“Is it wrong for me to appreciate your work from time to time?”

“No, it’s just unusual of you.”

“Don’t get used to it.” Jouno takes a sip of his drink. He couldn’t help but notice that Tetchou’s heartrate raised a little after the comment. That’s odd, I barely said anything to him. Jouno thought to himself. Am I really that flattering?

Tetchou interrupts his train of thought, “you did well too.”

“Of course I did, I am the greatest Hunting Dog after all.”

“Not in combat.”

“Oh shut up, your sword would have nothing against me.”

Tetchou sighs, he knows he won’t win in an argument against Jouno. He enjoys trying to bother him, seeing his coworker’s pissed off face is something he adores. Jouno has always been entertaining in conversation, however, lately those feelings Tetchou has felt have began to evolve a bit. Jouno seems a bit more endearing lately; the way he smiles as he talks, the way he says Tetchou’s name, the way his hair always looks soft, it all makes Tetchou feel a way he can’t seem to feel about anyone else. He wasn’t sure why, but he couldn’t stop imagining the way Jouno complimented his performance on the mission a few moments prior.

The white haired man very quickly noticed that his partner was breathing very shallow, as if he had something on his mind. “What is it? Your breathing sounds off.” This behaviour was unusual, Tetchou is typically very collected, having a slow heartbeat combined with deep breathing.

Tetchou doesn’t know how to respond to this. He doesn’t exactly understand what he’s feeling either. He feels happy, but also confused. Why was one tiny comment filling his mind? It wasn’t even a big deal, yet it was oddly affirming to hear. Still, Tetchou wouldn’t want to honestly answer that question, that just sounds like an easy way to get made fun of. “Nothing is wrong, I’m just tired today,” the man says quickly and sternly. Hopefully that was believable enough for Jouno to just move on.

A lie? Why would he lie to me? Surely he knows I can tell that isn’t the truth. Jouno thinks to himself. It was extremely out-of-character for Tetchou to lie, he is typically honest to everybody he speaks with. Jouno scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. “You know that I can tell you’re lying, right? What’s gotten into you? You’ve been acting off since we sat down.” Jouno is clearly frustrated. There’s no way it actually has to do with me saying he did well, right?

Tetchou has no clue of what to say in response. He decided to just ignore the question. The two sit in silence for a few moments, sipping at their lattes and thinking to themselves. Eventually, Jouno finally breaks the tension.

“Did I do something?” He asks sincerely. Almost immediately, he could feel the body heat of the man in front of him raise. I was right, he thought to himself. Maybe I can say something else later to test this.

“No. It was just a good mission, I’m not sure why I sound off to you.”

Another lie? I could just leave him be for now. Or maybe I could torment him for a bit. Jouno warmly smiles at Tetchou, before taking another sip of his drink. “About today’s mission, you cut down the enemy really quickly! I’m still rather impressed.”

“Thank you. It really isn’t a big deal.”

“If it wasn’t a big deal, why is your heart fluttering again whenever I talk about it? You know Tetchou, I heard it when I first mentioned the mission as well.” Jouno looks smugly, “are my compliments just that sweet to you?” The brunette could tell that Jouno was having fun with this. Yet, despite the embarrassment, he was enjoying the feeling. Still, there’s no way he would outright admit to that.

“You’re just trying to bother me, aren’t you? Sorry, your tactics don’t work on me.” Tetchou grins.

“It sounds like they’re working.” The white haired man finishes his coffee, and stops to think. Oh, this will be fun.

Tetchou finishes his drink as well, and stands up. Jouno stands as well, “come with me Tetchou, lets go for a quick walk before heading to the base.”

“We have work to do, we should head back now.” Tetchou argues, in reality he would adore going on a walk with Jouno, but work comes first.

“Don’t worry, it doesn’t look like we have anything except paperwork to get done for the rest of the day. A quick walk will be completely fine.” Jouno insists. Usually, Jouno also opts to get work done first, so him insisting they put off the job is odd. Tetchou sighs in agreement, and they leave the cafe.

The two take a walk through a small forest near the cafe. Since it’s the middle of a weekday, it’s extremely quiet. The two walk in silence for a while, while Jouno thinks of new ways to bother Tetchou. Does he just like compliments? Does it have to do with me specifically? It wouldn’t hurt to test him.

Jouno steps a bit closer to his work partner, who is moving very quietly. Jouno moves a bit closer, brushing his hand against Tetchou’s. “Sorry about that! I didn’t realize I moved that close to you,” he lies to the brunette. Immediately, Tetchou started feeling his own face heat up. Jouno feels this, and holds back a smile. So, he liked that too? Is it really possible that he sees me in that light? Jouno can’t help but feel a bit smug over this. The idea of someone swooning over him makes him feel great. But of all people, he wasn’t expecting Tetchou to be the one to feel this way. This idea made Jouno feel genuinely happy for some reason. He always secretly admired Tetchou, but never thought to see him in anything but a friendly light. Maybe there was more to his own feelings that he was avoiding.

“No worries,” Tetchou replied. Was that on purpose? Or did he actually touch my hand by accident? he thought to himself. It didn’t really bother him either way, but feeling Jouno’s soft hand against his own felt nice. I shouldn’t think too much about it. It’s not even a big deal.

“Why did we have to walk out here again? We should head back soon,” Tetchou asks.

“Just thought it would make for a good break. Besides, I’m enjoying listening to you.”

“You are? We’re barely talking.”

Jouno smiles, “I’m listening to your heart, and the way it beats a little faster whenever I talk to you. The way it started racing when I grazed your hand was a wonderful sound.”

“It surprised me, of course my heart would beat a bit faster.” Tetchou rolls his eyes. He doesn’t really know what to take from this situation, why was Jouno insisting on talking about this? It’s not like Tetchou would willingly explain his feelings. He couldn’t say his thoughts out loud. Jouno made him happy, happier than any other person does. Jouno felt warm, despite his cold exterior. Jouno was fun to talk to, and to work with. He loved looking at Jouno, his pretty hair, his cute smile, the way his uniform fit around his body. He loved hearing Jouno speak, he loved saying Jouno’s name. Everything about this man made Tetchou feel safe. Do I really have feelings for him? Can he tell? Is this why he’s acting like this? Tetchou is dumbfounded about his own feelings. He had felt like this for a while, but didn’t think to equate the feelings to anything more than friendship until Jouno started teasing him.

Jouno lets out a small sigh. “Mhm, okay. I can understand your heartbeat changing due to being shocked, but it doesn’t explain why your temperature rose. I can feel that as well.” Jouno found the attention he was getting extremely charming, his mind filled with ideas on how to torment his partner about these newfound feelings.

“I’m not sure why. I’m sure it’s nothing.” Tetchou quickly responded. He was clearly trying to dismiss the topic, which just made Jouno more tempted to bother him.

Jouno stops walking, “Tetchou.”

“What is it?” Tetchou faces him.

Jouno moves slightly closer, and places his hand on the side of the brunette’s head, running his fingers through his hair. “Listen to me.” Tetchou doesn’t respond, Jouno can hear the anxiousness his partner is feeling. His reaction makes Jouno smirk. He pulls himself closer, whispering in Tetchou’s ear:

“You can try to lie to me all you want, but your entire body is telling me how you truly feel.” Before Tetchou even gets to respond, Jouno turns away.

“Let’s get back to work, we’ve been gone long enough!”

[helsex-moved]

break, desire,and mistake for the not-so-nice exhels asks

I'm just going to pick whether to answer with Ex or Hels for these bc I don't feel like writing two bits for all these 😭😭

Also for mistake that's already been asked and I have a special plan for it....so I won't answer here

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

Maybe it's codependent but after everything they've been through you can hardly expect them to be well adjusted with healthy attachment styles. So it's no surprise that losing Ex would completely destroy Hels.

They're his everything, out of all the cruel people that have come in and out of her life they're one of the only good ones. A rarity. A nether star amongst the ashes of a wither's corpse.

For so long they've leaned on eachother, shared everything, known everything about the other - with Ex gone he would simply fall apart. He could pick himself back up eventually with the help of his friends and brother but he wouldn't want to for a long, long time.

It's only come close to that once. It was one of only two times Wels has ever seen his little brother cry.

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

They'd never admit it but Ex has only one, simple, ultimate desire.

They want to be loved.

There's an aching lonely void in their chest that's never content. It's always hungry and almost always empty.

Sure there's Xisuma and Hels and their dear friend Worm Man, they help, but Ex craves the recognition and approval of those around them perhaps more than is healthy.

Most the server still doesn't trust them, especially after season 8, and it's not always clear that they're trying. But they are.

And they'll keep trying until the hallow pain in their chest leaves.

[peacesells-imbuying]

Guns N’ Roses with girl member :)

note: this was made out of boredom. Tried my best 🐒 masterlist ➜ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

• CHOAS everywhere. No breaks.

- no one knows how you deal with them 24 hours and 7 days a week. Surprisingly you haven't quit. Which is a good sign that you were stable. 

• since the boys were always high as fuck, you decided to be the responsible one (with Izzy) which was funny because you were the youngest...

• Steven is your best buddy. Slash and Duff was like an older brother. Izzy was the caring 'mother' and Axl was the bitchy and*sassy eye roll* but sometimes loving friend. 

• mini "dates"

• Steven already knew he wanted you to be in the band, sure you could play (pick any instrument) but would Axl and the other approve?

       - they fucking did Woohooo. Congratulations! You are now apart of Guns N Roses 🌹

• they made sure you received 0 hate cuz fans and media do not go well together…

• the guys always took care of the weirdos and creeps that would lurk around wherever you guys went 

         - the other guy would have a broken nose and something else broken 🙊

Imagine: you all at the bar after performing. Surprise there's was a meet & greet waiting sooo much fun. You mostly just chatted with Izzy or Steven and smoked zoning out 70% of the time. Then some random bum came up to you and touched your fucking chest. BANG Izzy hit the guy so fast you couldn't keep up. Let's just say...he broke 2 bones and no one messed with you after that. 

• always made sure you drank at least twice so you be care and not stressed out :)

[damianodavds]

Teacher’s Pet (A Duff McKagan FanFiction)

a/n: I originally wrote this fanfiction for another fandom which I posted and then deleted in 2020. I am the original writer of this storyline, this is my idea. This story has been re-written and edited. I am sharing this story earlier than expected because the text post about it was popular.

a/n #2: If you blink you’ll miss the appearance of axl.

warnings: smut, alcohol & drug use. Minors, do not interact please. Also there is no age!gap in this story. Everything will make sense when you read it until the end.

It was the first Monday after summer vacation. You were walking down the hallway to get to your classroom so you could greet your new students for the year at Vista Clara High School.

You had your hands full of folders with the new reading, projects and assignments material. Once you got to the room, you unlocked the door and put your bag and work on the desk. 

Ten minutes later and the bell rang, you walked to the door and opened it to say ‘hello’ to your students as they walked in. Once the last student walked in and took their seat you shut the door.

“Good morning class and welcome to AP English 12, this year we will be studying the work of…” A knock was heard at the door, cutting you off mid sentence and everyone stopped listening to look. 

You opened the door to see the principal and a young man with him. “Hello Y/N, I am sure you had a good summer. Please let me introduce you to Duff. He just moved here from New York. He shouldn’t be a problem for you as he was transferred from a college level prep school”. 

“Welcome Duff.” You said to him with a smile as principal McDonald left the room. 

Duff gazed at you as he walked past your desk and winked at you as he took the empty seat in the front row. 

You brushed it off as you started your lecture on The Great Gatsby.

During the long lecture, Duff would fool around with his classmates. This made you really upset but you didn’t want to say anything to cause a scene.

“Please write a report on the first five chapters of The Great Gatsby to be due in two weeks”. You explained to the class as the bell rang.

“See you on Saturday for the pool party, Duff”. Axl said as he was the last student to leave the room. 

When Axl left, Duff shut the door and looked at you with a smile. “Listen, I want to apologize for the way I acted in class today. I hope it wasn’t a bad first impression.”

Before you could respond with an answer, Duff cut you off. “Why don’t you come to my apartment on Friday night and I’ll cook you dinner to show you there are no hard feelings.” You knew it wasn’t right to meet your students outside of school but Duff seemed harmless. You were intrigued by him so you nodded in agreement. 

“See you then, Y/N.” Duff told you as he left you speechless. You sighed as the next group of students entered the room. It was going to be a long week.

**********

It was Friday evening and you were getting ready to meet Duff. You wore ripped jeans, t-shirt and a neon blue cardigan. You left home after an hour and drove twenty minutes to Duff’s apartment. 

When you got there, you parked your car and proceeded to walk up to his building. You looked up his name on the list and pressed three numbers to call him.

“Hello”. Duff answered after three rings.

“Duff, it’s Y/N from school. I am waiting downstairs”. You replied.

Duff unlocked the door and you opened it. You walked to the elevator to take you to the fourth floor where Duff lived.

When you finally exited the elevator, you noticed that the door to Duff’s unit was opened and he was waiting for you.

“Hello.” You said as you entered his apartment.

“Hey, you just made it and just in time too!” Duff explained as he walked over to give you a hug. 

After the hug, you took off your cardigan and gently put it on the couch that was near you. You sat at the dinner table as Duff poured you a glass of wine. 

While enjoying your meal together, Duff told you stories of being a small child in New York. He even mentioned how close he was to his little sister, whom he protected as they got older. 

Once dinner was finished, you helped Duff clean up and then moved to the couch to continue the conversation.

“So after university I settled in Los Angeles and started a job as a substitute teacher in an elementary school. My dream was always to teach in a high school. After gaining some experience, I applied at different school districts and finally got a call from Vista Clara. The rest is history.” You told Duff as you smiled.

“You are amazing, do you know that?”

You blushed and didn’t say anything. You were lost for words. 

“Listen, let me show you something. Do you trust me?” Duff asked.

You nodded, not knowing what you were getting yourself into.

Duff stood up for a few minutes and took out a plastic bag that was hidden in his bookshelf. 

The bag contained four small pink pills with the face of a devil. You started to get nervous as Duff sat beside you and took two pills out of the bag. He put both of them in his mouth and pulled you by your t-shirt. Duff kissed you softly and you felt him push one of the pills into your mouth with his tongue.

After a few moments, you suddenly felt a haze as you went under the high of the drug you took. As you were deep in the feeling of ecstasy you put your arms around Duff’s neck as the kiss deepened. You laid down as Duff got on top of you. You took a break from the kiss to take your shirt off as Duff unbuttoned his. Once your skin was bare, Duff kissed down your chest as he unhooked your bra. When he got to the button of your jeans you became wet as you thought of how far he would go. Suddenly, you felt Duff pulling your jeans off. When he finally got to your underwear, he licked them as they were covering your clit. You moaned as Duff replaced his mouth with his finger and you held your breath as you climaxed. 

Once the drug faded away, you both moved to Duff’s bedroom to cuddle until morning.

**********

On Monday morning, You entered the school with a bright feeling. You couldn’t believe that you spent the whole weekend with Duff.

While in your day dream, the bell rang for the first period. You quickly rushed to your classroom. Once you shut the door and organize your desk, you overheard your students whispering about something.

“Do you remember that weird guy Duff we met last week?” Britney said as another student nodded in agreement.

“Rumor has it that he is really 25 years old. He had a very sad childhood where his parents left him alone with the nanny and she seduced him for years. Now as an adult, he goes around different states pretending to be a high school kid. He does this to get close to his teacher and seduce them. I heard he seduces male teachers too. Then, before he can get caught, he runs off with a student.”

You couldn’t believe what your students were saying about Duff. You now noticed that not only was Duff missing from your class but also your top student Cheryl was absent too. 

You decided to brush off what your students were doing. “Attention students, please continue to work on your Great Gatsby report.” Once your class started working, you took a seat at your desk. As you got settled, you looked out the window and hoped Duff would be caught in his wild ways once and for all.

end

[stevenssticks]

PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING FOR STEVEN

(I’m literally being starved from Steven Adler fan fics there’s barely anything for him!!!)

there really is a lack of steven fics huh… that’s kinda why i created this account. i’ve searched all of tumblr and ao3 and i can’t find anything that good. he’s so underrated and he’s literally my favorite.

okay okay so i’m thinking about steven still in gnr when they were just starting out. baby faced and bright eyes with that big sweet smile of his. they’re playing a gig at a small venue. they haven’t really made it big yet.

you’re watching him on drums and are just enamored with his style of playing and his adorable smile and his enthusiasm. you flag him down when the show is over at the after party. he’s sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand, axl is next to him with a girl on his lap. you walk over and shimmy into the tight spot next to him.

“hey.” you start, and steven looks at you like a deer in headlights. as the relatively shy one, he wasn’t used to getting attention, not to mention someone as confident as you strutting over to him.

“hi,” he replies, voice small.

“your drum skills were something else. i was watching you the whole time. couldn’t take my eyes off you for a second.”

steven blushes at that, and you wind up striking up a conversation. your thighs are touching now. you’re getting bolder. throwing your leg over his, hand grazing his thigh. he’s bright red, big eyes staring at you while you chat him up. the party is dying down. you make your move.

“wanna come finish this conversation at my house?”

he nods enthusiastically. eyes going impossibly wider. lips spreading into a closed mouth smile.

you do not, in fact, finish the conversation at your house.

as soon as you get into you’re house you’re on him. he’s pressed up against the door, your lips meeting in a messy kiss. he lets out one of the most obscene whines you’ve ever heard, and decide you need to hear it again. you’re unbuckling his jeans, pushing them down his thighs and dropping to your knees. steven already looks so desperate, breath heavy, lips kissed swollen and pretty pink. you look up at him as you grip his cock, giving him a few licks to the tip which makes him squirm. suddenly, you lick a long stripe up the length of him, and swallow him to the hilt; fighting your gag reflex. steven’s head slams back against the door. he whines again, louder this time, and struggles not to buck his hips up into your mouth. he starts to babble.

“ah- fuck, oh my god, your mouth feels so good. please, oh fuck please, fuck fuck fuck.”

tears are welling up in your eyes as you work him slowly, when suddenly he groans loudly and grabs your hair, pulling you off him. you silently question him with your eyes. he replies

“didn’t wanna cum so soon. you were making me feel so good. can i have my turn now?”

you smile and nod enthusiastically, dragging him back to your bedroom and shedding your clothes on the way. you can feel stevens eyes on your backside as you pull him along, making it to the bedroom and pushing him onto the middle of the bed. you crawl over him, and promptly slide your pussy along his hard cock. his mouth opens wide, making a punched out noise as he throws his head back. you grind down on him harder, coating him with your slick, before taking him by the base and lining him up with your aching hole. he’s drooling for it, looking at you like you’re a god on top of him.

you slide down to the hilt slowly, both of you moaning in sync as he bottoms out inside you. the talking starts again.

“holy shit, your pussy feels so good. you’re so good. oh. oh. oh! please! fuck me please!”

you’re weak for his begging and the power you feel on top of this pretty man in your bed. starting to ride him slow and hard. you guide his hands to grip your hips, helping you bounce on him faster. he’s letting out these little whines and whimpers and you can tell he’s trying his hardest not to cum. you guide one of his hands to your clit while you bounce faster, getting close to your own climax. with his hand working you and his cock filling you up you get there quickly, feeling your stomach tighten and heat creep up your back and through your thighs. suddenly, steven leans up and pulls you down into his chest, hugging you at the small of your back and fucking up into you fast and hard, sending you over the edge as you grind your clit against his pubic bone. he’s still babbling things like

“feels so good, honey.”

“god, you’re making me feel so good. fuck i can feel you cumming, oh yeah, fuck, you’re cumming.”

and

“i’m so fucking close, oh god, fuck i’m cumming-!” and then he does. he slams his hips into you once, twice, and then you feel him filling you up. he gyrates his hips for a few more seconds, breathing heavily with you while you both come down from your highs. you lift your head out from where it was buried in his neck and kiss him deep and hard while he pulls out of you.

you roll next to him, still catching your breath.

“so…. how long is your band gonna be in town for..?”