#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

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

Guns N’ Roses Fic: You Don’t Know How This Works

Summary: One morning Howard telephones Axl to interview him and to secretly get under his skin by flirting with his girlfriend, Roxanne. Little does Howard know that Axl has other mischievous plans up his sleeve.

Characters: Axl Rose, OC: Roxanne, and Howard Stern.

Pairing(s): Axl Rose/original female character, Axl Rose/female reader, Axl Rose/Roxanne, Howard Stern/Roxanne.

Rating: Explicit, 21+

Word Count: 2,357

Warnings: Howard is a creep, humiliation, drug use, mentions of bondage, vaginal fingering, forced climax, and oral sex.

A/N: This fic is inspired by Howard Stern’s 1990 interview between Axl Rose and Sebastian Bach. Parts of the interview have been altered to fit this story’s plot. In the fic, Roxanne is semi based off of Erin Everly. Link to video => here

Everything inside the condo was quiet. Morning light seeped into the bedroom, casting a golden glow on both the wrinkled white bedsheets and Axl Rose's sleeping form, while his head was buried underneath a layer of pillows. It was peaceful. Until suddenly, on the nightstand, the telephone began to ring. The obnoxious sound reverberated off the walls. Axl stayed in bed, somewhat blocking out the noise with his pillows.

He had stayed up all night partying with his friends, drinking vast amounts of hard liquor, injecting himself with heroine, and French kissing his beloved sweetheart, Roxanne aka Roxi. His body felt wrecked and his mind harbored a horrible migraine. The ringing only made his problems worse.

Axl groaned awake, picking up the receiver, a hint of grogginess in his tone. "Hello?" Axl's eyes caught a glimpse of the clock - 9:15 a.m. Who the fuck was calling this early?

"Hey, Axl, it's me - Howard Stern. How the hell are you? What have you been up to?"

Axl's peripheral vision was somewhat blurred and his mind was not registering the bombardment of questions Howard threw at him. He sat up in bed, rubbing a hand over his face, hoping his mind would clear up. Unfortunately, for the migraine, it still knocked on his frontal lobe like Heaven's Door. "Wh-what?"

"Come on, man. Don't dodge the question. Tell me about your life. What's been happening? Are you still banging chicks? Writing any new songs? You still partying like a wild animal?" Howard always pried each of his guests on air and wanted to know everything about their life. It didn't matter if it was his business or not, Howard made it his business.

"Yeah, man. Sure."

The answer was vague and Howard knew it. He needed to try a new tactic, go slow, take each question at a time, and then he'd get the answers he was searching for, including some dirt as a bonus. In the end, the turtle won, not the hare. "You sound tired. Did I wake you up?"

"No," Axl lied. "Just laying in bed, reading some magazines."

"Yeah? Any hot chicks on those covers?"

"Not a chance.” He cleared his throat. “They're Rolling Stone articles."

"Oh, business replaced pleasure this morning?"

"If they didn't shred me in the papers it'd be the opposite."

"What kind of shredding?"

"How I don't live an honest life. That kind of bullshit." It was true. The media did try to distort his public image by twisting the facts and cranking out lies about his personal life and incidents that have occurred on tour.

"I hear ya, man. Critics can fuck you right in the ass. It's their job. They wanna fuck every celebrity they can find, including me. I'd rather they sucked my dick. Like in your song, Out Ta Get Me."

Axl snorted. "It's one thing we have in common." His eyes wandered to the other side of the bed, noticing the empty space. Where was his baby girl? Was she in the kitchen brewing some coffee? Making breakfast? Outside of the bedroom, he didn't hear the clinking of dishes to confirm his suspicions, or the aroma of coffee grains. “Roxanne?" Axl called, unaware that Howard was still on the other line.

"Oh, is she there?" Excitement crept into Howard's voice.

Axl grunted. "Yeah, man, she's here..."

"What's she doing right now?"

He shrugged. Why was Howard interested in his girl? It seemed strange…odd. "Hell if I knew. She disappeared on me."

"Uh oh. That doesn't sound so promising," Howard mused. "Is she fucking one of your boys?"

Axl eyed the door. "Nah, man. She's loyal." Or at least he hoped she was. She wouldn't wander out of the condo to fuck one of his band members. If that was the case, he'd tie her down on the bed and remind her who she belonged to. It wasn't the first time that happened and it wouldn't be the last.

"Doesn't sound loyal," Howard commented. "Tell me something: does she have big tits?"

The question took him off guard but Axl tried to remain unfazed. Instead, he chuckled, picturing her voluminous globes and perked nipples. "Why? You jealous?"

"No, no. All I'm saying is," Howard corrected himself, "you're lucky for finding chicks with great racks. It's a rare find these days."

"A lot of 'em are fake, but she's a natural."

Howard paused, listening intently. He heard many rumors about Axl over the years, particularly about his temper. Howard was purposely trying to get a rise out of him and see if he would blow up over the line in front of Howard's daily listeners. He just needed to push each button a little more...

Axl continued, "You can squeeze 'em and all sorts of sounds come outta her like a chew toy."

"You suck her tits too?"

"Lick, bite, suck," he elaborated. "Look, it doesn't matter. She creams for me. End of story."

Around the corner, Axl heard the front door unlatch, creek open, and close. Roxanne must've arrived home.

“Axl?"

"In here, baby."

Roxi walked into the doorway of their bedroom, holding two coffees and dangling a plastic bag, with a bagel logo on it, around her forearm.

Axl sighed with relief. She didn't wake up early to cheat on him. She went out of her way to buy them both breakfast from their favorite bakery across the street.

Roxi held up his beverage, whispering, “Black coffee with extra milk for my King."

Howard interrupted the precious moment with his chattering demands. "Lemme speak to her." If Axl denied his wishes, he wouldn't hear the endless complaints from Howard for the rest of the interview, and Axl was already running low on patience this morning. "Babe, come here. Howard wants to talk to you." Axl motioned for her to step closer.

Roxanne walked in, handing him his coffee, and setting the bag on the nightstand. She grabbed the phone, pressing it against her ear while her index finger snaked around the cord, twirling it. It was a nervous habit. She never spoke to a famous person before, let alone Howard Stern. "Hello?"

"Is this Roxi?" Howard questioned, wanting confirmation.

"Yes."

Her voice was music to his ears. She sounded sweet like licorice, seemed childish like a doll, and innocent like Bambi. He could tell her very essence encapsulated an aura that could only be found within his childhood but was buried underneath life's hellish experiences, stripping away such purity. "You sound very beautiful," Howard complimented.

Roxi blushed, twirling her finger around the cord until her blood circulation came to a halt. "Thank you."

"What are you wearing?"

She looked down at her attire. "I'm wearing a dress."

"What kind of dress? Is it short?"

"No, its long. A long black dress. Nothing fancy."

"I see. I bet it's accentuating your curves, am I right?"

Roxi blushed again, harder this time, and held the phone against her ear tighter, hoping to block out Howard's voice in case Axl overheard him. She knew how jealous and overprotective Axl got, especially towards playful banter. "Thanks. Uhm...it's stylish, yeah."

Howard sensed her uneasiness. It was time to go straight for the kill. "Right. So, tell me, have you and Axl been making love every night?"

Roxanne turned to look at Axl. "Why are you asking me these questions…?" She asked, laughing nervously. Axl caught on and knew Howard was acting unprofessional. He took the phone away from her, sitting her down on his lap. "Howard," Axl said, wrapping an arm around Roxi's waist to keep her glued to his side.

"What, man? I'm just curious. I need to know the details. Is she a good lay?"

"Best lay you'll never have." Axl squeezed Roxi's hip. "She's mine. Nobody can have her."

"Nobody can have her yet she has everybody." Howard shot back.

Axl tried to keep himself composed. "Nah, man. You don't know how this works." He took Roxi's coffee out of her hand and placed it on the nightstand. He cradled the phone with his shoulder, using one of his hands to hold Roxi in place while his other hand sneaked underneath her dress, diving into her panties. She jolted at the sensation, wide-eyed, cupping her mouth shut with both hands.

Why was he displaying his dominance now?! She wondered.

"How what works?"

"This." Axl slid a finger into Roxanne's pussy, making her gasp. He could feel her velvet walls clench around his digit.

"How does it work?" Howard persisted.

"Only I know how it works." Axl slid in another finger, hooking them inside her. Roxi moaned into her palms and arched her back. "I intend to keep it that way." She didn't notice but Axl's eyes turned a shade darker as his dominant, protective side took over.

"Aww, I can't be part of your little club?" Howard found this whole interaction amusing and was oblivious to what was actually occurring.

"Nope. Just me." Axl withdrew both fingers, sliding them along her slit until he found her clit, stroking it. Roxi whined, leaning herself further onto his chest.

"I see. Only the cool kids get to join, huh?"

Axl nodded, stroking her clit a little harder.

Howard shook his head in mock disappointment. "That's alright. I'm not missing much."

Roxi came. Axl swiped his fingers along her cunt, coating them in her warm, fresh juices. “Not a damn thing." He confirmed, sucking away her slick. She was the most delicious thing he ever tasted. She was far superior than any meal Howard would never graze upon in his lifetime.

Roxanne's body went limp against Axl as she tried to catch her breath from the quick yet intense orgasm. She could feel his hardened erection poke into her ass at the seam of his pants. Now it was his turn to get a release.

Lying back on the bed, Axl repositioned Roxi to straddle his waist. She inched her body downwards and undid the leather belt-buckle on his jeans. Next, she used her teeth to unzip the fly of his jeans, tasting a hint of copper on her tongue. Her fingers dug in to free his throbbing manhood that was already leaking precum. In the room, a cool breeze wafted over his cock, helping it grow a few inches.

"So, Axl, tell me, will there be any covers on this album?"

Axl wanted to forget Howard was on the phone. He wanted to forget this interview was even happening and, instead, focus on the pure, erotic bliss Roxanne was gonna provide him. Axl wished he could smash the phone and never hear Howard's annoying voice again. But he couldn't. He needed the recognition. He needed the world - his fans - to hear about his upcoming album. And most of all...he needed a damn good blowjob.

Roxanne suctioned her lips around the base of his cock, diving head down to engulf his shaft in her throat. Axl cursed under his breath and used his free hand to guide Roxi's head, setting the pace.

"It's uhm...it's coming. We recorded Live And Let Die a few months ago."

"Oh yeah? The James Bond hit? I can foresee you guys executing that."

"Yeah, it's been really great." Axl looked down and saw Roxi's head bob up and down, causing her cheeks to hollow out, sharpening the contrast on her cheekbones. It was a lovely sight to behold. He bit back a few moans, cursing under his breath again. He didn't want Howard to know or suspect an inkling about this situation.

Reaching his hand out, Axl caressed Roxi's dark locks and petted her head, a notion that indicated she was being a good girl for making him feel grounded and satisfied.

"I heard a rumor Steven left the band-"

"He didn't leave. He got fired." Before Howard could ask why, Axl responded, “couldn't leave his drugs, couldn't leave her..." He closed his eyes, savoring the moment. Roxanne was more addicting than heroine. Every time he got a piece of her, or she got a piece of him, he craved her insatiably. He could spend all day drinking her sweet nectar until the pipe ran dry. But he would want to come back for more, as if his thirst never got quenched during the first round.

"Mrs. Brownstone," Howard joked.

Axl laughed. "Yeah, yeah. We should've named it that." He could feel his climax approaching like a freightrain. He bucked his hips upwards, causing Roxi to gag a little. She recovered and only sucked him off faster.

"I'm guessing the rest of the album is gonna be a big surprise then?"

Axl grunted and felt his hot seed spurt out of his length into Roxi's milking hole. "Uh huh. Top secret. Classified."

Roxanne pulled her lips away with a popping sound, not loud enough for Howard to notice.

Howard understood and decided it was time to wrap the interview. He knew Axl wouldn't tell him anymore details and it'd be a waste of time to try and coax it out of him. The two men had enough fun for one day. Maybe next time he’ll try again. “Alright, man. Hey, listen, it was great talking to you and I hope we can do this again sometime."

Axl rolled his eyes, trying his best to fake a genuine impression through gritted teeth. "Yeah, man. Sounds great."

"Tell Roxi I hope to see her again soon."

"She won't be here the next time you call."

Howard paused. Did this manic rockstar catch a glimpse of the future just now? “Really? How can you be so sure?" He queried.

"Because...I just know." After announcing his final words, Axl hung up the phone, and turned his attention towards his lover. "Thank you, baby. You did good."

Roxanne sat on her haunches, staring at her King. "Why won't I be able to talk to Howard again?" She asked curiously. She didn't mind not speaking to him, the interview was awkward enough for her. She hated how Howard put her on the spot in front of millions of listeners. But she also wanted to know the reasoning behind it. If her was willing to tell her.

Axl hummed, using his thumb to swipe a droplet of cum from her lower lip. "Because…that's not how it works."

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[rocketqueen1989x]

🕷GUNS N’ ROSES🕷

MASTERLISTS : 2🕷(coming soon)

Guns N’ Roses

Axl rose :

love to love

My Axl Rose husband

Blue jeans

Jack Daniels

Good girl

Bite me

Broken home

babydoll

Slash :

Break me

Dirty girl

Good morning

Teddy bear

Necklace

Duff Mckagan :

Sweet tooth

I’m so in love with you

lights , camera , action

White feathers

So trashy

izzy stradlin :

love sick

Angel

leopard print

Hotel of love

Eat me

Steven Adler :

Alive

She goes down

Raven

GNR boys :

Nsfw alphabet/ axl rose

Nsfw alphabet/ slash

[hollywoodroses]

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

[arashi-no-saxlphone]

do you think when Axl first met Ky he was like "sorry for being British" since Ky's French but because of the 100 year long crusades waging on most weird cultural feuds or whatever have dissipated so Ky is like "I have no idea why you'd apologize for that but ok" and Axl is relieved and gets all excited and is like "Aw man, the chief said you'd be stuffy and annoying but you seem really nice!" And Ky goes "the chief?" and Axl is like "Yeah, Sol, the chief" and Ky gets the most pissed off look on his face and Axl sees his expression shift and just goes "MAN" and time slips from the stress

[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 :)

[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.

[samicoke]

reader is axl's sister but becomes good friends w james (or other members) during gnr metallica tour. axl is pissed n being dramatic about it (i don't know if that works for you)

perfect! hope ending was good 🤷‍♀️ act like the og line up never ended for gnr :’) couldn’t think of a title lol

Acceptance.

Axl Rose | Guns N Roses

The fame of Guns N Roses and my brother Axl was always surprising news. We never would’ve expected this to happen in a million years. Nonetheless, grateful for it all. Through all of the million of things going on, Axl had never forgotten about me. Always checking up on me and we would hang out some days, or I would go to their band practices.

Guns N Roses decided to do a huge ass tour with the one and only Metallica. It was a fever dream coming true. So when Axl said he would take me along, boy was I in for a surprise. 

It started off fine, I hanged out with Slash, Steven, Duff and Izzy. Not really interacting or interested with any of the Metallica members.

“Let’s go.” Axl gestured to me as we both drove to a random restaurant. It had an interesting structure colors of black and blue, quite packed inside.

“I’ll go find the others.” Axl patted my shoulder and went off to find maybe Slash or Izzy. I shrugged and sat down.

“Hey, are you Axl’s sister?” A soft but muscular voice interrupted my day dream. 

“Huh? Oh, yes I am.” As I looked up, I realized Metallica members were standing in front of me.

“Great, uh we’re kinda confused. Do you know what or where we’re suppose to eat?” Kirk asked. Jason and Lars were talking in the back while James seemed bored.

“No..but-Duff!” I excused myself and went to Duff.

“Hey, what’s up?” Duff gave me a side hug, confused then realized the Metallica guys.

“Uh we’re all lost.” Duff made an ‘oh’ expression. “Alright, follow me.” 

We all sat and ate. It was pretty chill, James and the rest were pretty funny. I could tell Axl didn’t like them much nor did they. I on the other hand, enjoyed their company with Slash, Steven, Duff and Izzy. Since that day forward on, I started to interact with Metallica members more. 

On the night prior to the concert, I hanged out with James and his bandmates. It was chill, we all just chatted.

“Have you guys seen my sis—“ Axl immediately stopped and looked at me with anger in his eyes.

“What’s up?” I asked, his eyebrows furrowed together and with that he just left. Confused by his action, I immediately followed him.

“See you guys.” I patted James shoulder, they all gave a quick bye. 

“Axl! Stop, where are you going?” Finally catching up, I gently grabbed his arm.

“Why the fuck are you hanging out with them?” I tiled my head.

“What do you mean? Why shouldn’t I hang out with them? They’re my new friends..” Axl scoffed.

“They’re annoying and bitches. Don’t hang out with them.” I rolled my eyes. He was a bit controlling with who I hanged out with.

“Axl, you’re being dramatic. I can hang out with whoever I please. You have to accept that.” Axl sighed, he realized his mistake.

“Sorry, you’re right. It’s just you know..” I nodded my head not wanting for him to continue.

“It’s fine. They aren’t hurting me or anything. I know you got my back, thank you.”

Though the darkness made it hard to see, he was truly sorry. I embraced him into a warm hug. “Good luck on stage.” We smiled at each other.

“Thanks.” He gave me one last hug and went on stage.

(completed September 24)

[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.

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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.

[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.

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

Treat - “Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do—fuck” for Gabe and Alonso, please?

"Okay." Gabe finally took his hands away from his face, at least a semblance of a plan finally formed in his mind. "Okay, here's what we're gonna do- fuck!"

He couldn't control himself anymore when he saw Alonso kick a hole in the floor of their carriage-prison.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Saving us, duh!"

Alonso didn't even look at him, but continued to kick down the planks until he could get his whole foot out. Then he sent Gabe a triumphant - terrifying, in their current situation - smile and with all his strength kicked the back wheels axle.

The pole snapped, the cart skidded to one side and Gabe crashed into Alonso, knocking them both against the wall. And if he hadn't already accidentally hit him in the head, he'd definitely do it on purpose.

Alonso seemed to understand that, seeing Gabe's furious gaze and really wished his face wasn't currently smushed into his own. He did also start to question if maybe his idea wasn't so good after all.

As if in an answer to the unspoken threat, the cart jumped one more time when the wheel completely fell off and dropped on one side to the ground.

The door swung open.

Gabe and Alonso looked at it in disbelief.

Two thugs on horseback looked at them back, in similar disbelief.

"Fuck it," Gabe whispered breathlessly and jumped out of the carriage, dragging Alonso behind him.

They hit the ground and ran, Alonso stumbling and complaining, but following nonetheless.

"What are you two idiots staring at, get'em!"

Alonso turned in time to see the two thugs shake off the shock and rush their horses. His terrified scream however was cut short by another yank from Gabe, dragging him into the forest by the side of the road.

"What are you- It's- Getting lost in the jungle isn't much better than getting kidnapped, Gabe!" he shouted when he finally spat the leaves out of his mouth.

"It's better than getting trampled!"

"They wouldn't do that! We're valuable prisoners! Or at least I am." They had to slow down to push through the thicket which unfortunately gave Alonso the time to catch his breath.

The voices behind them got louder. Their pursuers must've gotten off their horses and followed them.

"Gah, they're catching up on us! Can't you go any faster?" Alonso picked up the pace and was basically breathing down Gabe's neck now. For a moment Gabe considered just letting him get recaptured.

"They wouldn't be so close, if you didn't give out our position with your babbling."

"What does it matterrr," Alonso groaned, since Gabe couldn't see him roll his eyes. "I see a path to the left, we're gonna go much faster in that direction."

They could split up. It was tempting.

"Nope." He turned around and grabbed Alonso by his collar, pulling him again behind him. Elena would probably kill him if he let him get killed.

"Will you stop doing this-!" The prince slapped his hand off. "Why does it matter?! We're walking aimlessly anyway!"

"We're not." Gabe let the next branch hit Alonso in the face. "And we're almost..."

His voice trailed off as they stumbled into a clearing. After a few meters of high grass the ground ended abruptly in a low cliff and fell into a wide river.

"This has been your genius plan?" Alonso huffed and slowly clapped his hands. "Good job general, now we don't have anywhere to run."

"We do." Gabe walked to the cliff. Alonso followed him before his hand once again could reach for his collar. "I hope you can swim?"

Alonso glanced at the river. It wasn't a raging mountain torrent, luckily, but the thought of entering an unknown body of water with no preparation (and without his swimsuit!) still filled him with dread. A chill ran down his spine. He hid it under a scoff.

"Why would I need to? The only time I go on water is in my yacht, of course I don't swim."

That's when the thugs entered the clearing.

Gabe turned to Alonso and it was finally his turn to smile triumphantly - and it filled Alonso with terror.

"Then it's time you learned!"

He tackled Alonso into the river.

If Alonso drowns now, that's on him

Thank you for the request! Can you believe this duo has actually been on my mind lately?

Happy halloween!

[rocketqueen1989x]

Broken home

AxlRoseXreader

warnings : mention of axl’s stepfather and childhood , sadness , dysfunctional household ,fluff and arguments

📍: Lafayette,Indiana

⏰: 10:00pm

1979

***

"I wish them fucking birds would shut up " my boyfriend bill grumpily said as he sat next to me on the park bench smoking away on his cigarette. The big chunks of smoke trialed out of his mouth as he talked

it looked pretty cool to be honest.

Well his real name is William but i call him by his nickname, bill . it’s short for William .

i chuckled looking up at him as my head laid there on his chest . His long pale arm was around my shoulder and my fingers intertwined with his hand that was dangling off my shoulder

"stop being so moody " I nudged him playfully and he huffed out blowing the smoke .i watched as the smoked swirled into the warm night air. it was so quite and peaceful tonight. no breeze at all.

the sounds the cars behind us going past filled my ears and grabbed my attention. i turned watching some cars driving by and I felt a cold hand grab my hand turning my gaze back. my eyes met bill’s and he just looked at me.

I could tell he was thinking about something but I didn’t know what. i reached my hand up to the side of my cheek and I planted a small kiss on his lips. His arm that was around my shoulder brought me closer to his chest now deepening the kiss.

I pulled back just looking into his blue eyes. The look he gave me was different. I knew he wanted to say something but the words weren’t coming out but I didn’t question him on it. I gave him a little smile which he soft returned to me.

His smile brought me so much comfort , love and happiness. I’ve knew bill for around 4 years now and we’ve been dating for 2. my parents know about us but his parents know nothing about us.

A car beeping caught our attention again which made our heads snap to the right. as I looked i noticed the time on my watch on my wrist and it was 10 o'clock .

fuck ,it was way past his curfew. He’s normally supposed to be home at 9. Shit .

"shit it's ten  " I say and bill threw his head back groaning at the words coming from my mouth. He hated going back home. we've been here for hours talking and it doesn't even feel like hours

it honestly felt like a few minutes

"do you think he'll be pissed ? " I asked and Bill looked up at me nodding rolling his eyes at the thought of going home to his ‘father’. well his step father . nor his real father as he found out just a couple of weeks ago. He’s supposed to be staying at his grandmothers right now but he decided to go back to his home.

i don’t know why though. He didn’t tell me .Bill groaned standing up and I stood up with him

"when's he's not pissed ? " Bill rolled his eyes in a annoying way referring to his step father ,Stephen Bailey.

let's just say he was a strict and hot headed prick. i hated him after the stories I've heard and what I've seen.

Me and my boyfriend started to walk down the path and I could see our street not far from us. We lived across from each other which was good.

"I don't wanna go back " bill said sighing and flicking away his cigarette and looked at his shoes as he walked. he watched as he took each step after another.

i grabbed his hand and intertwined our hands and I stroked his knuckles . His hands were so cold. The weather in Lafayette lately has been so shit. We really need some sun.

"well if he acts like an asshole just come to my house for a night or two" I said with a smile but he just shook his head making his ginger hair shake as he did so

"Your parents will be getting sick of seeing me " bill said with a chuckle. I knew he was trying to lighten the mood. but I could tell he did not want to go back to that house. he hated it there. With each step we took bill seemed to get more sad and uncomfortable

"Bill how many times ? My parents don’t mind you sleeping over" I chuckled now stopping just 3 houses away from his house.

I looked past William’s shoulder and I could see that the living room light was on so Stephen must be still up waiting for him. I hated that man with a passion.He’s disgusting

“The lights on ?” Bill knew by my expression the light was on and I just nodded now looking up at him .bill went quite and didn't even look at me now. He was looking again down back at his black shoes. it looked like he was thinking of something

I went on my tip toes and moved his hair from his face . “promise you’ll give me a call in the morning ? “ I smiled and he just nodded with a light smile. i tilted my head and he looked at me for a moment before leaning down giving my lips a peck

"I’ll leave my window open " I whispered his lips and he just gave a nod before kissing my lips again but this time more deeper making me smile. His kisses were always perfect.

we pulled away and stared at each other for a little bit but that’s until we heard a door open then slam. It both startled up and we both whipped our heads to the loud bang. i looked behind him and it was his mother , Sharon walking to her car and getting something out of the trunk.

She must of noticed us because a big smile came to her lips. William definitely had her smile. “Oh ,hi y/n” she gave me a light smile and I nodded with a little wave. I’ve only speak to his mother but I’m the 4 years I’ve known William I’ve never spoke to step father and to be honest. i don’t want to talk to him.

“hi mrs Bailey “ I replied and she just asked a couple questions like how I was , how’s my parents , how school is going for me just things like that. But my mood changed when the front door opened and there stood his step father.

He was tall and a skinny and I could just tell by the way he was stood and looking over at us three he was already pissed off about something. Like William said ,when’s he not pissed off about something.

“William “ was all he said making a come here motion with his finger and William gave me a look and turned away walking Into the house , his mother said her goodbyes to me and I sighed just staring at the house

i hated leaving him and watching him go into that horror house

the door slammed and immediately it went quite. i sighed pulling my hood up on my jacket. Actually it wasn’t mine it was William’s. it began to get a little more breezy out and i before I took a step forward to walk on home I heard shouting.

the voice of his stepfather

"what time do you fucking call this " I heard him shout but it was muffled.

"Fuck off " I mumbled to my self and walked off trying to calm myself down

I knew bill would stick up for himself and say something back. He always did. He told me he never used to because he was scared but now that he’s gotten older he’s found his voice and he’s starting to stick up for himself. i was there to witness it at one point. they both were in each other's faces. 

i made my way home and walked in my front door to be greeted by my dog . He was a British bulldog.He jumped up at me all happily with his tongue sticking out at the side

"hi my baby boy " I bent down stroking his head and down his back

i heard the tv on in the living room and it was blasting this action movie which I didn't even care to look .i just saw the back of my father head. He was asleep and his arm was slumped over the arm of the chair.

i closed the front door quietly and walked off up stairs and my dog followed me. I saw the lights were off in my mothers room and I peeked my head in to see her asleep all snuggled up in bed .i smiled lightly and my dog ran up before jumping on the bed laying at her feet

"goodnight baby " I whispered to dog and he put his head down on the covers. i finally made it to my room and flicked on my light putting down my pack of cigarettes and lighter.

I really need to find a spot for them to hide. God if my parents found out it would be like world war three .i took my shoes and clothes off

i was left in my underwear and I walked around to my dressing table grabbing my tv remote and the movie 'Texas chainsaw massacre' was playing

i loved this movie.such a good movie

i changed my underwear and quickly put shirt on and I just kept my underwear off for tonight. i sighed laying down in my bed .it felt so nice just to lay down and feel warmth for once.

i groaned when I realised I haven't even brushed my teeth , my hair , done my bag for school or even tidied my room like my mom asked me before I went out with William

i could feel my eyes getting heavier and I got even more sleepy. then suddenly my mind flicked away and I thought of my boyfriend came to me for some reason

i just hope he's okay.

I hated when he had to go home to that monster

i wished we lived together. I could see him everyday , kiss him when I want or where I want , hug him in front of whoever and it wouldn't cause any arguments but obviously his father being very strict and religious . he found that type of stuff 'not for his kids to know about ' apparently

bill once told me he remembers being around 10 and he looked at a couple kissing on the tv and he got a slap around the head and yelled yet .

the tv got put in the trash that day .

i just cant wrap my head around that type of stuff. Like why hit your kid and especially when they have done nothing wrong. It will always confuse me. It’s just wrong in my eyes .i remembered that my window was locked . I need to unlock it for bill

sometimes if he's bored , has a bad day or had a big argument with his father to the point we're he's loosing control he comes to my house and climbs through my window. there's been times were I'll be asleep and he will climb through during the night and when I wake up out of my slumber he's there with me sleeping behind me or he's either up just staring up at my ceiling

i lazily got up from out of my now warm double bed and I unlocked the lock on my window , walking over to my door and locking it. i trailed back over to my bed and laid down , turning out my light and grabbed the tv remote and switched it off

i was so tired.

the second my head it the pillow I was asleep.

2 hours later

it's nearly half 1 and i woke up having the urge to pee but something caught my attention . I felt little breaths in my neck and a full body weight on me

My eyes fluttered a little bit trying to realise what was going on and I looked down as I laid on my side and saw a big shadow of hair . I instantly knew it was my bill just by the way he was laid . he was on his side too , my leg was over his torso and his arm was around my waist tightly and protectively holding me close to him .almost like he was too afraid to even let go of me

even in his sleep

i smiled sadly but happily at the same time. I was half happy because I'm glad he's here with me and he trusts me enough the can actually comes here but On the other hand , i was sad because i knew why he was here

his soft little breaths brushed against my skin while his face was buried deeply into the crook of my neck .

i noticed he came through the window because my curtains were opened and a little mangled at the bottom. i felt the sudden urge to pee again . I sighed looking down a little and I tapped bill’s shoulder but nothing . He didn't wake up.

"baby" I whispered and stroked his soft hair . i felt him stir his legs but that's about it

"bill wake up " I rubbed up his back and stroked the back of his head. His hair was so soft and silky.

"mmhm " he mumbled pulling me in more tightly and shuffled his head in my neck a couple times

"I need a pee" I said and I heard him groan out in annoyance still half asleep as I tried to get away from his strong grip that he had around my waist. i eventually got out of his grip ,stood up from the bed and I felt a little slap on my ass as I walked away.

i gasped and turned around and saw bills shadow sitting up a little as he resting on his elbow. I heard his little giggle from the darkness as I walked away .i went into the bathroom and I could still hear the tv on downstairs .

I finished what I had to do and made my way back to my bedroom. My eyes snapped straight to my boyfriend. He was all snuggled in and my bed covers were wrapped around his body. I could hear his little snores making me smile.

the moon light that was slipping through the curtain and it shined on his hair. I could only see his face a little bit.i walked back over  to the bed and slipped back into the warm soft covers and his eyes fluttered open immediately as he felt me next to him.

he opened his eyes and looked up at me giving me a light smile his smile was everything to me. How can anybody hurt him ? Bill wrapped his arm around me ,pulling me to his warm chest. He was so warm and comfy. I was drowning in his body heat.

"you okay ? " I whispered and he nodded slowly putting his head on pillow ,looking down at me. i just stared looking up at him in his eyes and my eyes scanned over his face. his nose was like a button , his eyes were a little puffy from just sleeping , his lips looked so soft and plumped

His cheekbones looked a little sunken in and his fluffy ginger hair was covering his forehead and was just above his eye brows.i smiled as I put my hand gently on his cheek and stroked his skin with the pad of my thumb. I leaned up kissing his lips and he kissed back . this kiss was different. he pulled me closer and depended the kiss like his life was dependent on it.

I just want to keep him safe and with me. he doesn’t deserve all this shit.

[hollywoodroses]

Devil Inside (A Slash FanFiction)

A Slash x Y/N fan fiction, read it if you dare! 😌

Warnings: dark themes including religion, satanism and mentions of satanism. heavy smut, language, and a scary/horror film climax. Minors, please DO NOT interact with this story.

The alarm clock rang loudly at 6am as a hand peeked out of the bed covers to turn it off. After fifteen minutes you slowly got out of bed and put your glasses on. You left the room and went to the kitchen to get an apple as you put bread in the toaster. Your parents were away on a business trip in Florida. 

Once the toast was buttered and ready to eat, you went into the living room to wake up your kitten named jonas. You gave your baby some milk to drink, he was only a few weeks old and slept for most of the day. 

After playing with Jonas, you went to your room to get ready for school. You had to go early to meet Izzy at the skatepark so you could walk to school together. You had known Izzy since you were four years old when he and his family moved in next door to you. It was puppy love and soon a friendship bloomed. 

As you walked to the skatepark, you saw Izzy walking towards you. 

“Izzy!” You called out to him.

“Hey, Y/N.” Izzy ran up to you and as he got closer, gave you a hug.

He put his arm around you as you both continued the walk to school. 

When you got to school, Izzy went his own way as you headed to your first class. After school, Izzy would have band practice and you would end up walking home alone.

-END OF SCHOOL DAY-

You exited the school and started walking home. As you walked, you passed an occult shop that had been in the neighbourhood for over ten years. Since you had nothing to do, you decided to go inside. 

You greeted the owner and told him that you were in love with your best friend but he never noticed you. The owner suggested you buy an old looking book from a shelf that was in the restricted section of the store. It was a book of angels and demons. The shop owner explained that each angel and demon in the book represented different things like marriage and childbirth, lust and sexuality and even punishment. You agreed to buying the book and rushed home to use it. 

Later that night, you read the strange book and inside there was information about a demon of lust and sexuality. His name was Slash, the book went on to explain his origin story and what it meant to call on him for help. What you didn’t notice was that Slash was the only paranormal in the book that had a warning page. 

After a while, you lit some candles and started to call on to Slash. Suddenly your bedroom window shattered and the candles blew out. You screamed and hid under the covers of your bed.

-LATER-

The time read 4am (the devil's hour). You felt that there was someone in the room with you but you ignored it. You felt the person as they sat on your bed and pulled back the covers. The mystery person pulled you out of bed while you were still sleeping and you were suddenly sitting in their lap. Slowly the person started to rub you against themself and you started to dry hump them. You felt a moan form against your lips and you slowly opened your eyes to see the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

“More.” You whispered as your eyes rolled back and you turned your head towards the ceiling.

“Mmm, that’s it baby girl. You look so sexy in my lap.” The strange man said in a raspy voice. 

As you continued to dry hump him, he slowed you down to a stop and put his hand down your underwear to rub soft circles on your clit. You started moaning as he fingered you and he removed your underwear so you could squirt all over his jeans. 

You passed out and fell back asleep as the mysterious man waited for you in the shadows.

**********

The alarm rang at 7am and you woke up, you tried to put on your glasses but noticed you didn’t need them as your eyesight was suddenly clear.

You turned on the light and walked over to the bathroom. When you looked in the mirror, you gasped. You saw the most beautiful woman staring back at you. Your hair color was silver blonde and your eyes were purple. As you were looking at yourself, the man from the night before quietly walked into the room and stood behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You look so beautiful, my love.” he told you with a smile. 

“My name is Slash and I am the demon of lust and sexuality. I am here to help you get the person of your dreams.”

You slowly closed your eyes and leaned into him as you moaned. You didn’t know how to get what or who you wanted. You decided to call Izzy and ask him to meet you at your house. 

Slash left you alone to put his work into action for you. You ran to your room and picked up your telephone. 

“Izzy, please come quick. I need you” You told him.

After a while your doorbell rang and you rushed to open it. 

“Y/N, what’s wrong? I’m worried about you.” Izzy asked.

“Nothing, I just want to be with you.” You replied. 

You walked Izzy to the sofa as he looked at you, awe-struck. You lightly pushed Izzy to sit on the sofa and crawled into his lap. 

As you looked at Izzy, your eyes turned into a bright shade of purple. You slowly kissed him as his eyes closed. The kissing soon turned into a heavy make-out session. As you continued to kiss Izzy, your hand found their way to his jeans. Izzy was in shock as he didn’t have the energy to make you stop, he just let you continue.

You unbuttoned and pulled down Izzy’s jeans as he moved to kiss your neck. You suddenly pulled up your skirt and rubbed yourself against Izzy as Slash watched you in the shadows. Unbeknownst to you, Slash would make you his slave in hell once you made Izzy your life-partner.

Izzy couldn’t take it much longer, he wanted to be with you in the most intimate way but you were going to slow.

Suddenly, he took control of you and the situation. He grabbed your neck as his other hand grabbed your waist and turned you both around so he was on-top of you. He lined himself and pushed himself into your clit. When Izzy started moving you couldn’t stop moaning.

You couldn’t believe your dream came true. You looked at Slash as you orgasmed and came down from your sexual high.

**********

In the morning, you woke-up to see Izzy sleeping on the sofa.

Before you could get up, Slash revealed himself to you.

“Welcome to hell” he said as his eyes turned black.

As Slash started laughing, the whole house shook and started breaking apart. You were horrified as you watched. 

“What’s happening? I don’t understand, please stop this.” You yelled at him. 

“Didn’t you read the book, slut.” He replied. “Once I help you, I OWN YOU!!”.

As the house broke apart, fire came through the floor and there was a bang as you ended up in a dark bedroom. The bed had silk-sheets and there were no windows in the room.

“That mother-fucker. He had to do it again!” screamed a voice from outside the room. The door opened and showed a demon with long red hair and tattoos all over his body. It was Axl the demon of punishment from your occult book. 

You cried as you watched Axl complain about what Slash had made you do. 

“I’m really sorry this happened to you.” He explained. 

“Please help me, I want to get out of here”. You replied.

“I’m sorry but I can’t. You will get used to this new life. It’s not so bad. Slash will give you a lot of freedom if you behave.”

As Axl continued to comfort you, a group of women came into the room. 

“Oh look, a new sister.” One of the women said as they all rushed to hug you.

After a while you realize that hell isn’t so bad and that you would grow to love it with all the people you were meeting. You just wondered what happened to Izzy and you were hoping he was safe.

**********

Back at your house, Izzy woke up to find himself alone. He started to worry about you as he grabbed his cellphone to try and call you.

“We are sorry, the number you are trying to call is disconnected.” The electronic voice said. 

When Izzy went back to school, there was a display on the main floor. The display read that you had passed away from an accident at a house party (you got drunk, slipped and drowned in a pool). Izzy didn’t understand what it meant. He decided to go to the occult shop because he remembered you talking about it last week. He spoke to the owner of the shop and learned about the mysterious angels and demons book. As Izzy read a copy of the book, he came across the pages about Slash. The book explained that Slash was originally human and was dating a girl named Rachel. While at a frat party, Rachel got hurt. This made Slash very sad and angry. While he was feeling this way, satan came to him and offered a life in hell as a demon with women who would do his dirty work for him. The devil promised revenge on the men that hurt Rachel. Slash agreed and the rest is history.

Izzy finally saw the warning page that you missed in the book. It had the following statement.

Beware: Once you call onto the demon of lust and sexuality, you cannot turn back. When he does your dirty work, he owns you. Be careful what you wish for.

Izzy couldn’t believe what he read, when he realized you were gone he broke down in tears. He promised himself he would find out the real truth to understand why you took such a dark path in life.

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