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unknownperson246 · 4 months ago

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I saw you wrote a few fics for Rachel Bolan so I was wondering if you could write a Current Rachel with a fem reader in her early twentys who is Sebastian Bachs daughter and what the reaction would be . I love your writing!

hiii I’m very sorry it’s late also thank you for loving my writing ❤️❤️❤️❤️ but I hope you enjoy it 💋💋

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Words: 894

warnings: *angst* *age gap* *hooking up* *disapproval*

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You were Sebastian Bach's 24-year-old daughter. You and Rachel never met when you were a kid. Sebastian never introduced his family to his band Skid Row ever. You and Rachel met at a bar. Rachel didn't even know that Sebastian had a daughter. You didn't seem to really care to know any of the members of his band. You were always around your mom. She used to teach you to read and she did makeovers with you. She allowed you to sleep on her bed whenever you wanted to spend the night together with your mom. Sebastian was around you a lot and he was a good dad. He spent the weekends with his band practicing. Skid Row barely did gigs since you were born. Sebastian always told Rachel a bullshit excuse as to why they barely practiced or did big gigs. Skid Row slowly fell apart. All the guys were on bad terms and it just felt weird now that Skid Row was barely a thing anymore. Rachel and Sebastian hadn't been on speaking terms. They could barely look into each other's eyes and talk to each other. Rachel met you at a bar in California. You two had drinks and you conversed. You both hooked up a few times before officially dating. You started to date him for 3 months now and felt it was the right time for him to meet your dad. Little did you know they had known each other for a long time. They both disliked each other and were sour about one another. The way their relationship ended was sad. None of them could recover from how nasty their friendship turned.

“Rachel I want you to meet my father one day,” You say to him hoping he would say yes.

“Why can't I meet him now?” He asked, smiling brushing your hair out of your face.

“You want to meet him now?” You ask.

“Sure. Why not?” He asks. “He is going to be playing his guitar and he is going to be singing at a club tonight. He used to be in a band or something” You explained to Rachel.

“I used to be in a band too. What was his band's name?” Rachel asked.

“I forget what it's called. The band used to be really famous though. They went on tour with a lot of famous bands.” You said to Rachel.

“I had a really famous band too once. It was called Skid Row.” Rachel said as he kissed your cheek.

“That name does sound familiar now.” You muttered under your breath.

It's been a couple of hours and you and Rachel are backstage at a club where your dad is going to play soon. You bought backstage passes to be with your dad. You were standing waiting for him to appear. Rachel was standing behind you and he was a couple of inches shorter than you. You and your dad were the same height. Since Rachel was behind you all he could see was your back. He only caught a glimpse of this mystery man's shadow. You put your arms up in the air and hugged your dad. “Dad. I missed you, how has everything been?” You asked your father.

“I've been well.” He says.

His voice sounded very close to Sebastian's voice. Rachel slightly flinched at the sound of your dad's voice.

“I have a very special someone I'd love you to meet!” You say to your dad trying to introduce your boyfriend to him.

“Rachel there is no need to be shy.” You said to him, grabbing his arm and presenting him in front of your father.

“Holy Shit.” Your father says surprised.

It took Rachel and Sebastian a moment to process all of this information.

“What are you doing here you bastard?” Rachel yelled out.

You were surprised he spoke to your dad that way.

“You've been dating my daughter?!” Sebastian says pissed off.

You got the hint that they knew each other. You never could have imagined that they knew each other.

“What is going on? How the hell do both of you know each other?” You asked Rachel.

“He used to be the singer of Skid Row,” Rachel explained to him.

Sebastian threw his guitar getting ready to fight your boyfriend. You got in the way of both of them. You got your father to calm down. “Dad, you can’t hurt him. He is my boyfriend” You said to your dad loud and clear.

“Fine. Just keep him away from me” Your dad said, dropping his fists knowing there was nothing he could do to stop you from dating whoever you wanted. The best next solution was to keep Rachel away from him.

“Okay,” You said to your dad as you walked away hand in hand.

You and Rachel still went on dating knowing that your father had major beef with your boyfriend from the 80s. You knew the age gap between you and Rachel and it didn't bother you. Rachel explained everything that went on between him and your dad. He mentioned that he was 4 years older than Sebastian. You and Rachel both broke up 5 weeks ago because everything was insane. Your father drove Rachel insane and it drove him away from you. You and your dad aren't on speaking terms because your both really upset.

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bunnibitez · 1 year ago

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Messy Hands - Part One

Pairing: Mafia!Miguel x Shy!Reader AFAB

Word count: +4.3k

Summary: Miguel is having a rough time keeping himself in check. He’s getting angrier and just wants his dues. Besides, mob protection is so hard to come by these days. Unfortunately though, you might be under his “protection” now.

CW: 18+ so MDNI, NSFW. Mentions of blood, gore, violence, guns, criminal undertones, death, choking, murder, language, slow burn, eventual smut, no use of y/n

AN: So this is my first fic EVER. Idk what I’m doing so forgive me. I speak some Spanish but not that well so sorry in advance.

There’s a scent that hangs in the air of the warehouse. The hefty and pungent stench of iron and salt wafting through, sticking to the walls. Blood splatters as it’s coughed up onto the floor. Strangled chokes and gasps of desperation bounce off concrete as a bound man fights against the ichor that fills his now punctured lung. Heaves and wheezes fill the space, nearly drowning out the sweet melody that plays. Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major. Precise movements over the strings of a recorded cello, attempting to mask the groans and whines of a weakened subordinate. The Boss had always mentioned that classical music soothed him, allowed him to work better. Something about it just calmed the fire raging in his chest. The prisoner hangs his head low as blood pools in his mouth, mixing with saliva and dripping out in fat blobs onto his chest. He’s grateful for the moment to even hang his head, or at least he should be.

Hours have passed since he was dragged here, sack over his head and hands tied behind his back. That was so long ago, he thinks. Now the bag has since been removed and he’s been fastened to a chair in the center of the cold cement warehouse full of shipping containers, the contents of which he is oblivious of. His consciousness is fading in and out as he tries to focus on the sound of his rattling chest and the crescendo of the tune. But his ears prick as the crack of knuckles catches his attention.

He didn’t dare lift his gaze, already knowing damn well of the monster looming before him. A laugh rumbled from it’s chest as heavy footsteps approached. He could’ve sworn he felt the earth shake as it approached, but the man did his best not to show the absolute terror he truly felt. Suddenly from behind, a hand trails through his short black hair, yanking his head back in order to look upon the beast in front of him. Dark brown eyes squint at the harsh lights and he groans. His face may have been handsome once but now it was unrecognizable, broken, bloodied, and bruised; split in places not even thought possible. Peter’s hand jerked his head from side to side, ensuring he was still alive. The scruffy fellow cracked a smile and laughed as he stood behind the poor sucker. Parker was merely there to assist with refocusing his gaze. With his eyes now tracing upwards, he could see the figure ahead of him. He simply whimpered softly.

Miguel was a sadist for sure. A toothy, fanged grin spread across his sharp features as he began to wipe the blood from his brass knuckles onto his wife-beater. He carefully slipped them into his pants pocket. It had gotten everywhere at this point, Miguel believing that there was more blood and bile on the floor than in the barely breathing body beneath him. Thankfully he had enough foresight to at least remove his suit jacket, tie, and button up before beginning the torture. He stood there now, splatters of gore painting the once pure white undershirt and part of his perfectly bronzed skin. A thin layer of sweat coated his forehead and massive arms. His crimson eyes glowed, dilated as he focused in on his pathetic prey. He found it funny really, amusing. He let out a deranged laugh as he ran a hand through his messy brown locks before he spoke.

“Ya know.. I can’t lie,” He said lowly as he stepped closer, “..Realmente estoy disfrutando esto.” He growled.

There was a madness in his smile. A hidden darkness in has eyes that showed just how badly he wanted this, how he needed it. It wasn’t often that he found a mole in his ranks, attempting to demolish the empire he had built with his own two hands. It wasn’t often that he was ‘forced’ to be merciless and violent. It was a shame, he thought. Trust was something so hard to come by in his line of work. When that fragile trust is broken, an example must be made. So, when a young buck gets bold enough to start selling Spider family secrets and stealing more than his cut, Miguel is simply doing what he has to in order to secure his power and place in Nueva York. He’s worked too hard and spilled too much blood to just let it all slip away.

Finally, he looked down at the heaving mess he had made, labored breaths getting fainter as they made eye contact. Miguel snaps his fingers and swiftly, Ben shuts off the music that filled the room. A deafening silence falls on the warehouse. Miguel’s monstrous form crouched, coming to level with what was once the face of a rat. His broad and calloused hand raised to squeeze the bloodied cheeks, roughly manhandling his head, turning it over and kneading it carelessly. He sighed deeply, hot breath fanning over his victim’s features before he looked up at Peter, lifting his brows for just a split second. It was a silent command, ‘Get the gun’.

Peter released the rat’s hair and stepped back to retrieve ‘LYLA’, a stainless steel Colt XSE with a custom black grip panel etched with the red silhouette of a spider. She was beautiful. Sleek and elegant but capable of obliterating a man’s skull in a matter of milliseconds. As Miguel waited, his eyes drifted back down. His grin had fully faded as the fun of the it all was beginning to die down. The rage that had been simmering in the back of his mind had begun to boil. He liked to believe that he was a reasonable man most of the time, calm and sometimes even forgiving. But now he had no patience. Right now he felt a sort of virus infecting him, shutting down all logic and leaving him with just unadulterated hatred. Venom spilled over into his words as he spoke in a low tone, growling out as he spoke slowly.

“I can’t fucking wait to see your brains painting the walls.” He hissed out. His tone was cold and flat. His face was deadpan now, ready to carry out his final act of justice. In a fleeting moment of bravery, the rat hummed lowly. Squinting his eyes, hollowing his cheeks, and jutting his head forward just so, the rat spit at Miguel. A plump glob of blood and drool landed on Miguel’s cheek as the rat gave a half toothed smirk.

“Fuck you.” It came out broken and slurred, but the rat was proud of himself.

Miguel’s eyes darkened as his thumb slowly swiped across his cheek, effectively removing the carmine mixture. His gaze was fixed on this thumb before it calmly returned to leer at the smug prisoner.

“..Y pensar, yo iba a mostrarte misericordia.” Miguel uttered quietly as he rose up from his position on the ground. He loomed over the man, whose smirk had dissipated by now. Large sepia hands shot out, tightly coiling around the rat’s neck. Miguel was slow, methodical about it. Digging his nails into flesh as he applied pressure to the trachea, crushing and throttling at once. Wheezing ensued and panic filled the man’s eyes as his throat was forced close. His eyes widened, nearly bulging out of his skull as raspy whispers and choked gasps were the only sounds he could make. Tears rolled down his cheeks as his eyes rolled back into his skull. Within moments, the rat’s body went limp in Miguel’s hands. Peter was just striding back into the room when Miguel threw the corpse to the ground, still bound to the little metal chair. The useless cadaver clattered loudly on the floor.

“You seriously couldn’t wait a minute?” Peter said with a snicker as he came up to his side, handing over LYLA.

“Shut the fuck up, Parker.” He spat out coldly, tucking the gun away as he turned his back on the body.

“Call the cleaning crew. I want this place scrubbed down.” Miguel growled out as he snatched his clothes from Ben’s hands. The scruffy lackey simply shrugged and shook his head, pulling out his phone to obey as he smirked to himself.

And with that, the trio headed towards the door, piling into a black Escalade. Miguel grumbled to himself as he laid his clothes down on the empty seat next him. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he retrieved a pack of cigarettes and a silver zippo. After lighting a cigarette between his teeth he took a long drag and hummed, savoring its flavor. He let out a deep sigh, smoke billowing past his parted lips as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, appreciating the momentary silence. He felt a sense of calm wash over him, a low dulling hum in the back of his mind that seemed to get fainter as the car began to drive away from the warehouse. By the time they reached the highway, Miguel’s little hum was gone and his rage sat dormant, waiting in the back of his mind for now.

He felt his body ache now, finally taking in the toll of senselessly beating with his bare hands and a few other tools for hours. He let out a low groan, spreading out in the backseat. He was so so tired but knew there was still work that needed to be done. There always was.

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The morning sun came streaming in through your curtains, stirring you awake from your bed with a groan. Plush warm sheets coaxed you into spending five more minutes among them. Your eyes had just barely shut when your phone alarm rang. An exasperated sigh left your body as you heaved yourself from the mattress, tossing the blankets off. You stretched with a whine before standing up and you swear you thought you heard your back creak. Hastily getting dressed and slipping your apron on over your clothes. Checking the time, you slipped on your shoes and headed out the door of your cozy little apartment. Brooklyn was nice, pretty with plenty to see and do with its fair share of safe and friendly neighborhoods. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t live in one of those neighborhoods. You lived on the seedier side of town with less friendly faces and cheaper rent -the side where quarrels between your neighbors could be heard through the paper thin walls and a strange smell often wafted up from the kitchen pipes. It wasn’t much, hell it was barely considered habitable but it was home. Your own little place in the world where you felt somewhat safe, far away from your old life. A fresh start was just the thing you needed. The only current upside of your living arrangement was that it was only a 5 block walk from your job.

‘Bellaginos’ was a small, family owned Italian restaurant that sat on the corner of 48th street. The dining room was divided into 2 parts; the main dining room with booths and chairs has a casual feel to it, and the private dining room with a few more candles and nicer decoré. The private dining room was just separated by 2 French doors, inside was one large mahogany table and enough chairs to seat 12 people. It was typically just used for private events and large parties, at most though in recent years it hosted a birthday dinner. The menu was nothing revolutionary and the atmosphere didn’t exactly read high class, but it was nice enough. The dingy and peeling yellow wallpaper had it’s own sense of charm to it. Your boss claimed that back in the day, “It was one of the classiest joints in town.” Obviously true by the stained and sticky carpet and how well it complimented the out of place faux Roman vases in the corners of the room.

You kept to yourself mostly, not wanting to bother the owner or the cook too much with trouble. Being polite and kind was how you ended each day with a full belly anyway, curtesy of the chef. You’d only been here for about 2 months, working as a waitress. Most days you could sit unbothered in your favorite little booth.

The day was flying by quickly and you were halfway done with your shift, sitting at one of the little red vinyl booths in the corner of the almost empty restaurant. It was tucked away in a way where you could see most of the main dining room without having to move. Your hands were busying themselves with a paper and pen, doodling away, when the little bell above the door jittered to life. Two men walked in. The smaller, leaner man with a scraggly 5 o’clock shadow held the door open, its whiny hinges complaining at the movement. He moved aside and when he did, that’s when you saw him. Dark brown slicked back curls just barely ducked below the door frame in order to step inside the shabby little eatery.

Big.

That’s the first thing you noticed. He stepped into the cramped room and his presence within made it feel like it shrank by two sizes immediately. His friend stepped in behind him, letting the door close with a slam. The second thing you noticed, were his eyes. Piercing and criminally beautiful scarlet irises that tracked around the room lazily. A bored expression played on his sharp features, as though he’s been here many times before. He runs a calloused hand through brushed back locks, a few strands disobeying him and laying messily, before breathing out an annoyed sigh. He seemed tired. No, exhausted more like it. The bags under his eyes aging him a bit, but if anything it only added to his charm. You’re about to get up from your little hiding spot to greet the pair when the owner, Mr. Caparelli, bursts out from the kitchen. For the first time since you’ve seen him, the plump and hairy little Italian man looks damn near jolly.

“Caio Miguelito!” He says through a thick Italian intonation, his joy sounding a little forced compared his usual grumbles and gripes. Mr. Caparelli was what some might call a ‘proud man’. He didn’t take criticisms well. He firmly believed that the moment you set foot within his restaurant, you owed him respect. Yet for reasons that evaded you, the giant needed not waste time with false niceties and earning his kindness. Your employer approached the tan mountain of a man with wide arms, his white mustache stretching out as he forged a smile. The behemoth pulls one hand out of his pocket and wraps an arm around the stout little man, patting his back heartily. The rings on his fingers glint as they catch the afternoon sun.

“Caio, viejo.” His voice rumbles out and you feel a heat creep across your cheeks. It’s deep and low and rattles in his chest, commanding attention. He masks his dull expression instantly with a warm smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. It’s fake, well practiced.

“How’ve you been, Miguel? Feels like the last time I saw you was uh.. six months ago. Normally you don’t come in to collect...” Your boss chuckles as he pulls back, looking up into the monster’s eyes. You don’t quite notice the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows thickly. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing at attention. “Everythin’ alright?”

Miguel, as you’ve now learned is his name, nods his head slowly, humming in response. He doesn’t look Caparelli in his eyes, already done with the conversation before it began. Now, he’s merely looking down on him with half lidded eyes, sizing up his prey.

“Sí amigo. We’ve just got business to discuss. Price changes an’ all that.” Miguel slides his hand back into his pants pocket.

Caparelli’s smile falters for only a moment before he nods his head.

“R-Right,” he clears his throat, “Of course. Lemme uh.. lemme make you somethin’ to eat and then we can talk. Ragazza!” His head whips towards the little booth that you’ve been sitting in. Somehow you’ve managed to go unnoticed by both Miguel and his associate. The shaggy man smirks and rubs his hands together.

“Finally! I am absolutely starving.” He states as he licks his lips, causing Miguel to roll his eyes.

“You’re always starving, Peter.” Miguel mutters, more so to himself than to anyone else. Peter has always had a proclivity for annoying Miguel, so much so that sometimes he can’t quite recall why exactly he was his right hand man. Miguel firmly believed that the only reason Peter did anything was because it would lead to a hot meal. Such simple motivations almost made Miguel envious. Almost.

“Cara! Seat my friends in the private room.” He calls to your direction.

It takes you a moment, but slowly your form rises up from the booth and you begin to approach the men, stuffing the pen and crude drawing into your apron pocket. Miguel’s eyes widen just barely as he looks at you, taking in the sight. Meekly, you grab two menus, keeping your head down as you tried to find your words.

“Follow me please..” You say in a voice barely above a whisper. Miguel is silent, taking a moment to watch you turn around and walk towards the private dining room before he follows. You set the menus down at the head and the first chair on the left. The two take a seat, with Miguel at the head, as you fetch your notepad and pen from your apron. There’s a thick tension about the room as Miguel rests his chin on his fist, now wearing the same disinterested expression. His eyes are cold, raking up and down your body in a silent motion.

“Can I start you off with something to drink, sir..?” Your voice is soft, sweeter than he realized it was when you first spoke at him. He’s too distracted by your tone and the way you call him sir. It’s been too long since that kind of innocence was presented to him, tempting and teasing him. You must know what you’re doing, he thinks. He focuses intently on those plush lips of yours. So pretty and soft, blessed with a hardly noticeable sheen from your lip balm. He wonders how it must taste and how pliable your lower lip would be between his teeth. It takes him a moment before he’s broken from the trance and looks up into your eyes. He must’ve been staring for too long since you’re now looking at him with furrowed brows in confusion, head slightly cocked to the side like some wide eyed puppy.

“Sir..? Did you hear me..?”

He clears his throat, closing his eyes for a moment in order to ground himself. Biting the inside of his cheek, he hardly grumbles out a response. When he opens his eyes again, he’s looking down, suddenly finding the dingy white tablecloth to be very fascinating.

“Yeah yeah, te oí..” His hands tense around the edges of his menu, needing to sink his nails into the brown pleather of its cover for relief. “Just get me an ol’ fashioned.”

You nod your head, scribbling the order down and turn your attention over to Peter who was already beaming up at you.

“Just a water for me, thanks. Tonight May and I are having a tea party so I gotta hold off on the sugar.” He chirps as he chuckles, elbowing the growling beast beside him. “Oh and can we get some bread too? And some butter! And-“

“Enough.” Miguel cuts him off. He shoots a side glare at Peter, waving you off with his hand. You tremble a little at the way his voice boomed. You nodded your head quickly and turned on your heel, rushing through the French doors. Miguel doesn’t watch, feeling an odd humming in the back of his brain and knowing that if he saw the way your hips swayed and bounced as you scurried away from him in fear would only make it worse. He kept his eyes down, slowly letting them close, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he let out a low breath.

“You alright, big guy?” Peter asked, clapping a palm to Miguel’s shoulder. “You look so tired lately.”

“M’fine.” He snapped. He lifted his head and looked into the warm brown eyes of his companion. Peter retracted his hand, shooting both up in defense and going silent. In truth, Miguel wasn’t just tired. He was fucking drained of every last bit of energy he had. Business had been booming lately and with the rise of idiots in Nueva York trying to take what was rightfully his, Miguel hadn’t been able to rest. Scum like Kingpin had been hiring his own men, bribing them into selling out the family. Loyalty was becoming a scarce resource, causing more and more rival gangs to crawl out from the woodworks to oppose him. One of the biggest things the Spiders dealt in was “protection.” The Spiders would offer their protection to whomever could afford it, but the higher the demand got, the greater the cost grew. This of course was the only reason Miguel was sitting here today. A couple of Spiders had attempted to inform your boss of the rising cost of protection, but the pig headed brute refused to listen. Miguel had decided that he’d pay him a visit as a last chance before escalating things. Miguel was cold and calculated and knew the only way to make people listen was through fear.

In the beginning of it all though, he tried to be merciful. He tried to be patient and understanding, but his kindness was mistaken for weakness. His mercy was abused and left him with nothing but a fraction of the man he once was. Now the bloodlust was near maddening. Managing his rage had become a dangerous dance. The stress of running an empire often left him craving release in one form or another. First it was women, then liquor, and now his latest vice was violence. Unbridled carnage that truly let his mask of sanity slip. He was trying harder and harder now a days to keep his wrath in check but with so many people working to test his patience, he was bound to snap. The poor fellow in the chair last week had merely been the victim of shit luck. Miguel had intended to show him some mercy and make his death quick and painless. Unfortunately for him, his tongue worked faster than his head and he thought that pushing Miguel’s buttons would buy him some time. Miguel had been pent up with rage for weeks and just needed to release it on something. Part of him feared he’d always have to live with this anger, never really able to escape it, just find gaps between the killings. That is until he saw you.

For the first time in a long time, when he heard fear in someone’s voice, he didn’t want there to be any. You looked so small and soft. So delicate, like a fragile little flower. The humming in the back of his brain tuned out the constant wash of anger. For once, he wasn’t focused on work or power. In the seconds he took to gaze upon your angelic face, he felt peace, an emotion he thought he was no longer capable of.

When you finally returned with their drinks, Miguel watched your eyes flit to the floor as you approached him. He could’ve sworn he felt his heart palpitate in his chest, not fully understanding himself why he wanted you to look at him. You set down the drinks along with a basket of bread and butter and placed your hands behind your back.

“Mr. Caparelli will be here shortly to speak with you. Is there anything else I can get you..?” You questioned softly. Slowly you lifted your head, anxiously shifting your weight. Cautious as ever, you stole a glance at Miguel’s eyes. They gleamed like rubies and for a moment you felt a shutter in your chest. A whimper would’ve escaped you, had you not been more wary.

Miguel simply shook his head and looked down at his drink.

“No, thank you. That’ll be all.” Miguel says as he picks up the glass, bringing it to his lips. His tone seemed softer, just barely so. You hum in response, allowing the corners of your mouth to just barely turn upward and once again turned towards the doors. You only halted once Miguel called your name, feeling a chill crawl down your spine.

“Y-Yes sir..?” You glance over your shoulder back at him.

“Close the door on your way out.” He said coldly, losing any sense of warmth he may have just had. With that you weakly nod and close the doors behind you. The doors to the private dining room remained closed until your stout manager exited the kitchen with a serving tray of food and nervous sweat beading down his forehead. Mr. Caparelli entered the room and slammed the door shut behind him, simply hoping to survive and atone for the sins that had lead to this meeting with a killer. Caparelli set down the plates of food before the two men, taking a seat on the far end of the table, directly across from Miguel. His trembling only fed Miguel’s ego, causing a malicious grin to spread across his face. He chuckled lowly, his scarlet eyes half lidded and glaring directly into Caparelli’s soul.

“Aye viejo, there’s no need to be so scared…”

“I won’t bite.”

Part 2

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axl-rose-lover-1987 · 1 year ago

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“Jealousy”

Izzy Stradlin x reader

slight smut not rlly tho

GNR was on tour with Skid Row and you had tagged along with your boyfriend Izzy. So here you sat next to him and with the rest of the guys and the guys of Skid Row. “So y/n I’m running out of the hotel because this guys chasing me yelling THAT WAS MY GIRLFRIEND ASS HOLE” Sebastian Bach said to you telling you one of his many entertaining and odd stories. “Oh my god Sebastian your insane” you said laughing. You and Sebastian had been talking the whole night he was a lot of fun to talk to. You didn’t think Izzy really minded after all he wasn’t normally the jealous type and he didn’t get very jealous when you hung out with the guys in GNR so you didn’t think he’d mind if you and Sebastian were talking and having a good time…

Izzy’s POV:

I’m good at staying chill and stuff I guess and I really don’t get that jealous but seeing y/n laugh like that and seeing Sebastian look at her like that really made my blood boil. No one is supposed to look at her like that or make her laugh like that except me. She was my world and I didn’t need some stupid guy like Sebastian stealing her from me. I trust y/n I really do and I don’t mind at all if she talks to my friends like Axl or Slash and them but something about her and Sebastian talking like that really pissed me off.

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Izzy was being super quiet like more quiet than usual he had sunglasses on so you couldn’t really see where he was looking but he wasn’t paying much attention to you. He did have his hand on your thigh though. You were wearing a little black skirt it was one of Izzys favorites so you wore it for him, and you also weren’t wearing panties. “You’re awful quiet tonight iz” you whispered against his chest. He sipped his drink and didn’t even look at you. “Iz?” You said now a little annoyed. “I’m tired ok y/n” Izzy said back. Geez what’s his problem you thought. You sat there talking to Sebastian and the other guys some more. Sebastian and Axl were telling some stories and everyone was enjoying themselves. You noticed Izzys hand kept crawling up your leg and closer to inside your skirt. It got quiet for a little bit then. “Hey y/n how long have you lived in LA?” Sebastian asked you. Izzys hand was now inside your skirt. You pretended not to notice. “About 3 years now” you said. Before Sebastian could answer someone called his name and he had to leave to conversation to see what they wanted. You were honestly glad so you could talk to Izzy about what the hell he was doing. “Not here Izzy” you whispered to him. Izzy said nothing but was now rubbing your clit with his fingers. “This is what you get for wearing that skirt and talking to other guys” Izzy said back. “Oh my God Izzy are you jealous of me and-“ your voice was now raised but Sebastian came back and sat down. “Anyway sorry y/n where were we?” Sebastian asked. “W-we” Izzys finger shot up into your now wet pussy “W-we were t-talking about L-LA” you said as Izzys finger pulsed inside you. Sebastian looked concerned. “Are you ok y/n?” he asked. No you weren’t ok you were pissed at Izzy for being this petty. Izzy now pulled his fingers out of you“I’m sorry Sebastian excuse us” you said climbing over Izzy and pulling him out of the booth and outside of the bar. “What the fuck is your problem right now?” You said to Izzy. “I’m fine why are you all prissy” Izzy asked you being defensive. “I’m not stupid Izzy” you said. “I never said you were” Izzy said back at you. “Your jealous of me talking to Sebastian aren’t you” you said in a little bit of an angry way you weren’t mad he was jealous you were mad he decided to pull that stupid stunt in front of everyone. Izzy staid quiet now looking at his feet. “Yeah maybe I was ok” Izzy said all the anger in his voice completely gone. “So why didn’t you just tell me?” You said.

Izzys POV:

Y/n was upset and it was because of me what I did was stupid and now I had to fix it. “Maybe because your perfect in every way and I’m not I don’t deserve you and seeing you talk to him like that just made me feel threatened and I wanted to show him that your mine all mine and no one else can have you and I love you and I’m sorry for being jealous and for being like that it’s not like me” all that came out of mouth so fast and without thinking it just came out naturally. And it was all the truth it was how I felt. Y/n looked a little taken aback.

…

What Izzy said surprised you sometimes he wasn’t good at telling you how he felt but he really did this time and you were proud you went up to hug him. “I’m sorry you felt like that babe” you said hugging him. “It’s not your fault I’m sorry” izzy said. “I’m sorry too” you said. You guys stood there hugging each other for a few mins. “Can we go home now?” You asked. “Of course sweetheart and what I did in there was only a little bit of what I’m going to do to you tonight.” Izzy said grabbing your hand and winking. You laughed and walked down the dark street hand and hand with him.

#guns n roses #axl rose #izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin #izzy gnr #gnr fanfiction #fanfic #rock band

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he-goes-down · 11 months ago

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Hi! I hope you're doing good!!! If you don't mind me asking - are you at University or college and if so, what are you studying? Are you studying to be a writer or journalist or something along those lines? Or - is writing your hobby? Or - is writing already your career? Or - is writing your current career, but you're studying something else and working towards a different career? Lots of questions. Sorry. Your page is beautiful and your writing is amazing. Is Izzy your number one? Is GNR your favorite band? Do you think Sebastian Bach is hot? Last question! Have you ever written a fic or smut from the guy's point of view? I guess I should say the crush's point of view. If you did, did you find it more difficult? Or was it less fun to write? In other words do you like to do them like that or no? Take your time responding - or if you don't have time or don't want to then don't. Keep up the good work but if you're in school take you're time with the fics. If my questions were too personal forgive me.

HIIIIIII omg I feel famous with all these questions

1. I don’t actually plan on doing any writing as a job or study, I actually plan on studying Astrophysics but maybe if I get good enough I might look into it!

2.IZZY IS MY NUMBER ONE (sometimes, it goes between him Duff and Steven alot)

3. Atm gnr is my favourite band, ive had many band obsessions like Gvf and Nin but I always seem to come back to GnR

4.SEBASTIAN BACH IS HOT ( i was also named after him)

5. My first ever smuts I wrote (back before quarantine) was male based, my first one was Steven and my (first one that I was proud of) which was my second one was an Izzy one

ARRRGHH I LOVE YOU YOURE SO SWEET

#guns n roses #izzy stradlin #duff mckagan #axl rose #slash #steven adler

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issie-https · 2 years ago

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I wouldn’t mind the general plots of them only if you don’t mind though adds to the anticipation🤭

I’ve just seen this, sorry😭😂.

Most of them are smut!! Some sub!Vince Neil smut, Sebastian Bach, Bret Michaels, Axl X Reader X Slash, James Hetfield fluff, Nikki Sixx smut, lots of Izzy Stradlin stuff coming up, Kurt Cobain smut, Dave Grohl smut and some more.

I also have a taglist now so if anyone wants to be added to it, you can either message me(please don’t put it in my asks lol) or you can do it via the form — here!

The more in depth plots if you want to occupy yourself with antici… pation(RHPS reference🤭).

𝐈𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧

It’s reader’s birthday and Izz wants to do something special w/ smut at the end

Smut 4, 18 & 25 w/ angst

Izz & reader go to visit the parents and when they go to bed, Izz wants to stay with the reader but they have to be quiet

Inspired by the song patience and reader goes to where GNR are performing and Izzy proposes

Izzy takes readers virginity

2012 era Izzy smut

𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐥

Sub!Vince being a brat in public so reader punishes him

Sub!Vince Heavy kinks/fetishes — S&M, bondage, spanking, etc

Burlesque!Reader (I saw this one pop up in my requests and I was so shocked bcos I was already writing one like this but with Duff & Susan Mckagan(those two turned me bi🤫🤭))

𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐬

Headcanons(I will do A-Z and what it’s like dating him)

𝐀𝐱𝐥 & 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡

Smut 23 w/ Axl X Reader X Slash(revenge sex)

𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐥

Smut 2 & 14 w/ Dave(Romantic & Messy sex)

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐧

Fluff 4(pregnancy), Fluff 6(seeing each other after tour), fluff 18(first kiss), smut 4(post-fight sex) w/ Kurt

Smut 1 or 2 w/ Kurt(FWB & Romantic sex)

Kurt & Reader take each other v-card but during, reader wants Kurt to be rougher(daddy kink) but Kurt wants reader to be rougher(mommy kink)

𝐌𝐨̈𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐮̈𝐞

Modern!Crüe abt to preform(Home sweet home) but someone tells then that reader who was their old friend has passed away

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

Fluff 13 w/ James(movie night)

𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐱

Prompt 8 & 10 w/ Nikki(he gets a boner from reader doing something subtle & car sex)

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬

Sub!Bret smut

𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡

Heavy fetishes w/ Sebastian Bach

That’s all of them that’ve been requested and majority of the ones I’ve thought of are song fics or fluff because I need some healing atm😂.

I literally cried to Taylor Swift on my way back from the shops today AND I WANT NO JUDGEMENT FROM IT!!

Anyways, I love you all and tysm for your requests, follows, likes and support! It means the world to me xx❤️

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magickcandie · 1 year ago

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Fandoms

You can request anything from this list!

The Great

Peter

Grigor

Georgina

Hugo

Agnes

The Pacific

Eugene

Snafu

Philips

*Generation Kill

Ray

Brad

Fick

Bohemian Rhapsody

Brian May

John Deacon

Freddie Mercury

Roger Taylor

Mary Austin

Daisy Jones & The Six

Graham Dunne

Warren Rhodes

Eddie Roundtree

Music Groups

Queen

Brian May

John Deacon

Freddie Mercury

Roger Taylor

Skid Row

Sebastian Bach

Rob Affuso

Dave Sabo

Girlschool

Kelly Johnson

Kim McAuliffe

Gil Weston

David Bowie

King Jareth (Labryinth)

Thomas Jerome Newton (The Man Who Fell To Earth)

Suzi Quatro

NHL

Mitch Marner (Toronto Maple Leafs)

Auston Matthews (Toronto Maple Leafs)

Luke Hughes (New Jersey Devils)

Rami Malek Characters

Ahkmenrah (Night at the Museum)

Tom Cruise Characters

Steve Randle (Outsiders)

Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell (Top Gun)

Joe Mazzello Characters

Gardner Langway (Dear Sidewalk)

Pat Murray (Undrafted)

*Joe Wentworth (Simon Birch)

Charles (Wooly Boys)

Rules

No smut

No incest, rape, pedophilia

Are allowed to request with specific gifs or dialogue quotes

If sending in an OC, please send me a character profile

I’m not really good at head-cannons so please don’t really request

Any one with a * please be hesitant to request specific moments/people/fandom in general because I do not have access to watch the show (or have not done complete research on fandom/people) and will be going off what information that YouTube or Wikipedia provides

(Unrelated to fanfic) I make wallpapers

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marvelobsessed134 · 9 months ago

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#motley crue x reader #rockstars x reader #rockstar smut #80s rock #80s rockstars

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vaginalsauce · 2 years ago

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THE MASTERLIST

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Smut -- 🍂

Fluff -- 🏵️

Cinderella

Tom Keifer

Hot and bothered 🍂🏵️

Mötley Crüe

Skid Row

Sebastian Bach

What you want 🍂

Bon Jovi

Jon Bon jovi

Dolled up 🍂

Metallica

Kirk Hammett

Caught 🍂

Guns n roses

Justified 🍂

Slash

Short lived 🍂

Axl Rose

Smokey kisses 🍂🏵️

Sleepy eyes 🍂

The prettiest 🍂

My little girl 🍂

#cinderella #damn yankees #metallica band #bon jovi #skid row #motley crue

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yourlocalbassistgroupie · 3 years ago

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Get The Fuck Out // Sebastian Bach

AN: This post does not contain smut and is more fluff. This post was actually a request from a friend of mine who love Sebastian 😊(personally, I’m more of a Rachel and Scotti gal)

Warning: cursing, injury; read with caution

Enjoy 😁

••••••••••

According to my friend who was here with me, I was going to have so much fun.

It was the Slave to The Grind tour, and my friend Brenna and I had been rocking out to the whole album in her shitty volvo.

Before I knew it, we were at the venue. There were so many people, it was quite overwhelming, but I washed down the anxiety with excitement. I'm gonna see Scotti! I'm gonna see Rachel! I'm gonna see- Sebastian. I stop in my tracks. Brenna, not paying attention, walks right into me.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"I've never been face to face to someone like them before," I say. "What if I pass out?"

"Y/n! That's not gonna happen," Brenna says, laughing.

We make our way to our spots. We had general admission tickets so were kind of close, but a few yards away from the barricade.

As the lights dimmed, I could feel my stomach churn.

The stage is black.

We hear drums start up, followed by a bassline and guitar. Suddenly, the lights turned on and we could see all the band members- all except one.

"Oh my god it's Rachel!" Brenna screams. She was a bigger fan of him than anyone else I'd ever seen.

Out of nowhere, we see Baz run out onto stage. Dressed in black leather pants and dark and a sheer, loose, tank top that wasn't doing a great job of covering him up- not that I minded that, though.

Brenna and I were screaming like a bunch of insane little girls, dancing around.

They sing their songs from the new album, as well as their hits, and I sang along to each one.

My god, was Baz gorgeous, even when his hair was tangled from whipping it in every direction, or when he was dripping with sweat. Brenna seemed too focused on Rachel, making eyes at him, and him smiling back. After playing "The Threat", Baz walks around the stage, going on about how their drive here, and how they were so pumped to be here. I feel someone trying to push past me.

"Hey can you move? I can't fuckin see!" says some middle-aged man from behind me. He reeked of alcohol and could barely stand.

"Dude, it's a concert- and her first one. Can you cut her some slack?" Brenna says to the guy.

"You don't have to be a fucking bitch!" he yells. This gets the attention of Scotti. He looks over to us- Baz, on the other stage is still talking. I hold Brenna's arm, nervously.

"Sir, I-" I begin.

The guy starts cursing and yelling causing a scene.

Rachel noticed too, and signal Baz over.

"Sir, please calm down," Brenna says.

"Shut the fuck up!" he yells. He takes his cup of beer and splashes it all over Brenna.

"Hey! Not cool!" I shout.

"You want some too, bitch?" he shuffle over to me, pushing me, knocking me to the ground.

"Hey!" I hear Baz yell.

I look up and see Baz and Scotti jump off the stage and push the push away the guy.

"Get the fuck outta here!" Sebastian shouts at the guy. Scotti and him hold the guy off until a security guard takes him away.

I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder.

"You okay?" I look up to see Sebastian. WHAT THE FUCK???

I stand up confidently as if nothing happened.

"I'm fine," I say.

"You sure? You're bleeding," he says. I look down at my arm and see a long scrape, with blood slowly seeping from it. Sebastian takes a bandanna that was tied onto his belt and presses it carefully on my arm, setting my hand on it. I wince, but look into his eyes.

"Hold your hand like that, alright? My buddy's gonna take you and your friend backstage, okay?" he says.

WHAT? BACKSTAGE?

Brenna grabs my hand and we follow the usher. Someone from the first aid tent sits me down in a chair and helps me clean my arm.

Brenna and I watch the rest of the show from backstage and she can't help herself- she's dancing and jumping around while I'm getting a bandage wrapped around my arm.

Baz thanks the crowd for coming and the stage goes dark again.

A stagehand gives the band members waters as the come backstage.

Baz almost walks past us until he sees me in the chair.

"Hey, how's your arm?" he asks.

"Better. I appreciate it," I say.

"That guy was an asshole. Don't mention it," he says, smiles.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"Y/n," I reply.

"Well, y/n, our band and I was just gonna get to our hotel. Did you guys wanna come with?" he asks us.

Brenna looks at me with a wild look in her eyes.

"We'd love to!" she blurts out. We make our way to the tour bus and I sit next to Baz and Brenna somehow gets next to Rachel.

"I'm a huge fan. Bass players deserve so much more credit," Brenna says to him.

"Awe thank you," he replies. "What are you doing later?" he asks her.

"You," she says, then gasps. "I mean hanging out with you guys," she says, correcting herself.

Rachel's face turns red and he scratches his head nervously.

I sit next to Baz and he holds my arm, making sure the bandages are secure.

"It's fine, really," I say to him.

He carefully sets my hand back down in my lap.

It's so hard not to check him out. Christ, he's a pretty blond with long, flowing hair, and had an insane voice and oh my god his tattoos-

"This one hurt getting done," he said, noticing me staring at his Youth Gone Wild tattoo.

He stretches his arm out for me to see it. I trace the letter with my finger and look up at him.

"I'd be so nervous to get a tattoo," I say. He smiles.

As the bus ride drags on, we sit quietly, exchanging small talk every now and then. I notice myself becoming tired and dozing off when I get a poke of the shoulder.

"We're at the hotel," Baz whispers.

Scotti and Snake are making fun of Rachel and Brenna who were out cold, her head resting on his shoulder.

The lights in the bus turn on and they wake up, and look at each other awkwardly as if nothing happened.

The band, Brenna and I get into the hotel and check in. Brenna pulls me aside.

"Rach wants to get a separate room with me!" She whispers excitedly.

"Dude! Yesss get it!" I say.

The band members and Brenna get into their rooms and I find mine. I change out of my clothes and decide to shower and change into sweats and a t shirt.

I get a knock on my door.

I open it, and it's Baz, also with damp hair and comfy clothes on.

"Hey, y/n, headbanger's ball is on... I was wondering if you'd wanna watch with me?" He asks, awkwardly.

Wow, for someone with so much stage confidence, he was a little dorky.

"Sure!" I say, letting him in.

We sit down on the bed and he turns on the tv.

He grabs a blanket from the hotel room closet and wraps it around me sweetly.

The room was still pretty cold from the ac, and I was shivering a bit.

"You cold?" He asks.

"Just a little," I say.

He takes the opportunity to wrap his arm around me, and I rest my head on his chest, hearing the soft beat of his heart.

Was this really happening right now?

An interview with Mötley Crüe comes on and Vince and Nikki are on the tv.

"Do you know them?" I ask. He nods.

"Vince is a cool dude, we've hung out a couple times. Nikki and Tommy are pretty crazy, and Mick's like a bit of a dad," he says, slightly laughing.

"That band gets around I bet," I say, eyes wide, awkwardly. Sebastian laughs.

"You have no idea. Their groupies are insane," he says.

"I'll be your crazy groupie," I tell him, laughing. He lets out a chuckle.

"I'd be okay with that," he says. I look up at him, into his eyes. God, was he beautiful.

He carefully tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, look back into my eyes.

He leans in, as do I, kissing his soft lips.

I couldn't believe this was happening. Was this even real?

He kisses back and eventually pulls away.

"You're so beautiful, y/n," he says, looking at me, intently.

After watching the rest of the show, we decide we should probably get some sleep. I fall asleep in Baz's arms, listening to his heartbeat yet again.

#Sebastian Bach #skid row #skid row x reader #Sebastian back x reader

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unknownperson246 · 4 months ago

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Dude!! I was the person that asked for the Rachel Bolan x Sebastian Bach younger daughter Reader fic. I love it, thank you! You left it on a sad note though and I was wondering if you could do a part two? If not that Is totally fine I get that you get a ton of requests so if you are overwhelmed with requests or just don’t know how to continue it that’s totally cool. Have an awesome day!

hello I’m so so sorry it was late but I hope you enjoy it 🩵

Surprise Part 1

Surprise Part 2:

Words: 603

warnings: *angst* *fluff* *mention of sex* *cussing* *fighting*

✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:*

It has been 5 weeks since you and Rachel ended your relationship. You just got back from work. You were single and still looking for someone. You saw a bouquet on your front porch. You didn’t know who they were from until you looked at the tag that was attached. It was from your dad Sebastian. It had a written apology on it. You threw the bouquet on the side giving zero importance to them. You were angry at the fact that he ruined your relationship with the one person you did like. You ignored your dad for several weeks. He kept apologizing but you didn’t accept it. Whenever he went to see you you didn’t answer the door. You never answered his calls. He did not care at all to make up with you at this point. He was frustrated with you dating someone around his age and someone who he once knew. As time went on Rachel sent you a card asking to come and see him. Just to get your dad angry again you went to see Rachel maybe you could spark your relationship with him again. You just arrived at Rachel's house.

“Hi, Rachel. How have you been?” You ask him.

“I’ve been fine,” he says, kissing you on the cheek.

You reach for his lips and you kiss him. Both of you make out and have sex. After you both do it you take him to your house.

“I’m so happy to have you back,” you say smiling

“Me too Y/N” Rachel says smiling.

You both hear a knock at your door. You answer the door and it’s Sebastian. You look back at Rachel.

“Hi Y/N,” Sebastian says.

“Hi dad,” you say.

“How come you haven’t been answering my phone calls or visiting?” He asks you.

“I’ve been busy, sorry,” you say smiling.

“I need to talk to you Dad,” you say holding his hand and sitting him down on your couch

“Me and Rachel are seeing each other again. Please don’t do anything to drive him away from me. I love him” you say to your dad smiling sadly.

“I understand,” Sebastian says.

“I guess I just have to apologize and accept his apology,” You say to your dad smiling.

Rachel goes up to Sebastian and they go outside of the house. They both pretended they were going to apologize but instead, they fought. They despised each other a lot. Sebastian threw a punch at Rachel and Rachel threw kicks at Sebastian. You were really upset at your dad and your boyfriend. You went out and stopped your dad.

“Dad please stop” You beg him not expecting him to fight Rachel.

“I think it's best if you go, Dad,” You say upset.

The next day Sebastian and Rachel see how upset their arguments and fights made you. Sebastian came over the next day to see Rachel. You hear a knock and you answer it.

“Dad?” You ask.

“Look I just want to apologize for real this time. I promise” Sebastian says.

You let Sebastian in and let him talk to Rachel. Both of them talk all of their problems and misunderstandings out. They finally see that you're happy. You look at the flowers your dad got you so he could apologize properly.

“Thank You, Dad,” You say trying not to tear up.

“I love you both so much,” You say smiling.

You and Rachel hang out with your dad for the rest of the day without any arguments or any bickering or banter between the two. You always will appreciate both of them a lot.

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MUSICIAN MASTERLIST

THE ROLLING STONES

KEITH RICHARDS

1. Tour Love:

Reader is in a band that tours with The Rolling Stones and hits it off with Keith.

2. Playing Nurse:

Keith gets hurt in a party you’re attending, and calls out for you help.

BRIAN JONES

1. How Classy:

Brian and the reader, a groupie, hook up at a party. (smut)

2. Shopping:

Brian is tired after along day of shopping with his girlfriend.

MICK JAGGER

1. Hazey:

Getting high with him.

2. Mick w/ You:

Mick loves you, simple.

3. Grateful;

Mick is just greatful to have you.

THE BEATLES

PAUL McCARTNEY:

1. Mornings

A sweet morning after a night with Paul.

GEORGE HARRISON:

1. I’d Have You Any Time:

Love making, not detailed.

RINGO STARR:

1. First Time:

Ringo takes the readers virginity.

HEADCANNONS

Phone sex with George...

GUNS N´ ROSES

DUFF MCKAGAN

1. Truth or Dare:

It’s the day after a party and Axl, Slash, Duff and the reader decide to play a fun game of Truth or Dare (Smut).

2. I Think I’m Falling For You: 1 - 2 - 3

i. Reader is Slash’s daughter and she and Duff fuck. (Smut)

ii. After confessing, Duff decides to leave his wife to be with reader and Slash finds out.

iii. Duff and reader go and find Slash, they explain what has happened.

3. Take Care Of You Tonight:

You go down on him and Axl walks in. (smut)

4. Movies and Wine:

You get horny and he’s there for you (smut)

AXL ROSE

1. Morning Sex:

Sex in the early morning with Mr. Rose. (Smut)

2. Vulnerable:

Axl is overwhelmed about him being sued by Erin, causing him to lock himself in his room.

3. Best Friends:

Reader and Axl are besties and after a bad date they confess.

4. Insecurities:

Current age Axl shows his insecure girlfriend how pretty she is. (smut)

5. Stuck in quaratine (Present day Ax);

Netflix n chill situation.

IZZY STRADIN

1. Would you mind me calling you my girlfriend?:

The reader and Izzy like each other but won't admit it, so Duff decides to do something about it.

2. Smoke:

Things get interesting when reader and Izzy go out for a smoke.

3. Matters of the heart (x James Hetfield):

Reader cheats on Izzy with James.

SLASH

1. Ten Years Ain’t Nothing:

Slash is dating reader, who is ten years younger than him, consoling her after she gets hate.

2.It Only Took Him a Song:

Reader is a musician who collabs with Slash, ending in both of them confessing.

3. Caught:

Reader gives him a handjob while watching a movie with the rest of the band at Axl’s place.(smut)

4. My Michelle:

Slash and the reader are dating, and he teaches her “My Michelle” on guitar, she then plays on stage with Guns n’ Roses, and gets drunk with Slash after the show.

5. Shower Sex:

Sex in the shower with Mr. Hudson. (Smut)

6. I’m Leaving: 1 - 2

i. Slash confessing he’s cheated.

ii. Reader makes up with Slash. (smut)

7. Late At Night:

Slash comes to your house drunk.

8. Backstage:

Reader gets horny after watching Slash onstage. (Smut.)

9. Confort:

Reader has a panic attack and he conforts her.

10. Jealousy:

Slash is jealous of Axl. (smut)

11. Gala Session:

Slash gets fingery under the table. (smut)

12. Unexpected Night:

Reader meets Slash.

STEVEN ADLER

1. Hidden:

Reader is Slashs’ little sister and secretly dating Stevie, but Steven is feeling conflicted about not telling his bestfriend which causes some troubles in their relationship. Takes place in their teenage years.

SLASH & AXL ROSE

1. Porn Star Moans:

Slash x Reader x Axl threesome. (smut)

HEADCANNONS

1. Dating Steven Adler...

2. Dating current age Axl Rose...

3. Sex with Axl Rose...

4. Dating a member of Guns n Roses...

MOTLEY CRUE

TOMMY LEE:

1. Sleepless Nights:

Reader gets horny at Tommy’s place and Tommy walks in. (Smut)

2. Dazed 1 - 2

i. Angsty Tommy meets you and feels overwhelmed (in a good way) with how you treat him.

ii. Accepting they just cant be together, drunken sex.

NIKKI SIXX:

1. Starry Eyes:

Reader finds out Starry Eyes is about her.

2. Overdose:

Reader gets a call from Vince saying Nikki had died.

MICK MARS

1. Tour Visit:

The Dirt) Reader visits Mick on tour, fluff, pool scene.

2. Worth Waiting for:

Mick gets nervous and babbles his love confession towards the reader.

VINCE NEIL

1. Drunken Confessions:

Reader is Tommy’s little sister and Vince falls in love.

SKID ROW

RACHEL BOLAN:

1. Lap Dance:

Rachel is dared to give the reader a lap dance.

SEBASTIAN BACH:

1.Unexpected Visitor:

Baz and Rachel’s sister are secretly dating and he walks in the worst time.

2. I Promised

Scotti’s roommate and best friend is crushing on Baz, but makes a promise not to his bandmembers.

ROB AFFUSO:

1. Pre Show Meetings:

Reader bumps into Rob right before a show.

IRON MAIDEN

JANICK GERS:

1. In The Office:

Janik eats his girlfriend on her office. (Smut)

DAVE MURRAY:

1. Late Night Walks:

Reader can’t sleep so they go for a night walk.

2. Beach Confessions:

Dave tells the reader how he feels about her.

3. Alone Time:

Their alone time is interrumped by the boys.

BRUCE DICKINSON:

1. Early Years:

Teen Bruce sneaks into teen reader’s room at night.

2. Just A Few More Weeks:

He’s away on tour and calls you.

STEVE HARRIS:

1. All About You:

Steve performes oral on you. (smut)

2. One last time:

They love each other.

THE DOORS

JIM MORRISON:

1. The Roof:

Jim and the reader stay up until sunrise.

RAY MANZAREK:

1. You over me:

He’s stressed and reader helps him out.

NIRVANA

KURT COBAIN:

1. Days Like This:

Kurt and reader have a day off and decide to spend it together.

L.A GUNS

PHIL LEWIS:

1. Philthy Phil: 1 - 2

i. Reader hooks up with Phil after meeting in a party. (smut)

ii. They fall in love, break up, and make up.

DEF LEPPARD

PHIL COLLEN:

1. Rainy Days Are The Best Days:

Phil asks reader to marry him.

RICK ALLEN:

1. A Joint And A Brush:

Rick and Reader get high and paint outside.

BLACK SABBATH

OZZY OSBOURNE:

1. The After Show:

Ozzy meets the reader after a show and they fuck, ending in a relationship. (smut)

2. So Good:

Plotless sex.

LED ZEPPELIN

JIMMY PAGE:

1. Drunken State:

Jimmy gets home drunk and the reader takes care of him.

2. Morning Takeover:

Fluff with their son.

SEX PISTOLS

JOHNNY ROTTEN:

1. Kisses:

Making out with him.

HEADCANNONS

1. Sex with Johnny...

BILLY IDOL

1. Welcome Home:

He comes home from tour. (smut)

MEGADETH

DAVE MUSTAINE:

1. Field Trips:

They get dirty in a field. (smut)

HANOI ROCKS

RAZZLE

1. Don’t you ever leave me:

Based off on the song.

METALLICA

JAMES HETFIELD

1. Matters of the heart (x Izzy Stradlin):

Reader cheats on Izzy with James.

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Deadly Secrets

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by Lilyintin89

Abraham Woodhull is a cabbage farmer with a huge secret, Not everyone in Setauket knows about his secret except for a little group of spies, the truth is that Abraham Woodhull is pregnant with Benjamin Tallmadge's child, Benjamin is a military officer who fights along side caleb brewster, aka Abe's over protective friend, it's the revolutionary war, feelings are at stake, and with Abraham pregnant with Benjamin's child Benedict doesn't know if the child is even Benjamin's child or his child, Abraham doesn't know who the real father is, he's for certain it's benedict's child, but on the inside he's also certain that it could be Benjamin's child as well, or maybe they're both the fathers, who knows.

Abe is a male carrier, Robert Townsend is his bounder, a bounder is someone who swears to protect a carrier at all coast no matter what happens to the fathers or father. Can robert keep abe's secret?, or will they have to escape from setauket and run off to some other place?. How will Benjamin and Benedict take the news of the unborn child?, will they keep it?, read to find out what happens!.

Words: 1111, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Pregnant Revolutionaries

Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda, Alexander Hamilton - Ron Chernow, Turn (TV 2014), founding fathers - Fandom, Culper Spy Ring - Fandom, 17th Century CE RPF, 18th Century CE RPF, John Adams (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, Hercules Mulligan, Aaron Burr, Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Margaret "Peggy" Schuyler, Angelica Schuyler, Maria Reynolds, Henry Laurens (1723-1792), Dolley Madison, George Eacker, John Adams, Frances Laurens, Theodosia Burr Alston, George III of the United Kingdom, Martha Washington, Theodosia Prevost Burr, Charles Lee, Philip Hamilton, Sarah Churchill Duchess of Marlborough, Woodes Rogers, Robert Troup, John Hancock (1737-1793), Abigail (Turn), David Hosack (1769-1835), Mary Floyd Tallmadge, George Washington, Thomas Lynch Jr, Becky Redman, Edward Sexby, Mary Graves (1772-1860), Karl Eugen von Württemberg, Captain Joyce, Thomas "Sprout" Woodhull, Benedict Arnold, Martha Laurens Ramsay, Alexander Hamilton Jr., Tench Tilghman, Jules Mazarin, Thomas Conway (1735-c.1800), Anna Ivanovna | Anna of Russia, Dr. Mabbs, Galileo Galilei, Hamilton Ensemble, Johann Sebastian Bach, Samuel Seabury (1729-1796), Tailor, Samuel "Black Sam" Bellamy, Anne Hyde Duchess of York, William "Billy" Lee (Turn), Robert Townsend (1753-1838)

Relationships: Alexander Hamilton/Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens, Aaron Burr/Theodosia Prevost Burr, Thomas Jefferson/James Madison, Maria Reynolds/Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Aaron Burr/Alexander Hamilton, Charles Lee/Samuel Seabury, Martha Manning/Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Henry Clay/John C. Calhoun, Benjamin Franklin/Henry Knox, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette/Hercules Mulligan, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette/George Washington, John Barker Church/Angelica Schuyler, Abraham Woodhull/Mary Woodhull, Benedict Arnold/Benjamin Tallmadge/Abraham Woodhull, Robert Townsend/Abraham Woodhull, John André/Abraham Woodhull, Caleb Brewster/Anna Strong/Benjamin Tallmadge/Abraham Woodhull, Thomas Jefferson/Angelica Schuyler, Margaret "Peggy" Schuyler & Stephen Van Rensselaer (1764-1839), George III of the United Kingdom/John Laurens, Maria Cosway/Thomas Jefferson, Edmund Hewlett/John Graves Simcoe, Anna Strong/Mary Woodhull, Anna Strong/Selah Strong, Benedict Arnold/Charles Lee, George III of the United Kingdom/Charles Lee/Samuel Seabury, George III of the United Kingdom/George Washington, George Washington/Martha Washington

Additional Tags: Pregnancy, Revolutionary War, LGBTQ Themes, Strong Female Characters, Gay Founding Fathers (Hamilton), Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling, Naked Cuddling, Canon-Typical Violence, War, Eventual Smut, Rape/Non-con Elements, Slow Build, Bisexual Alexander Hamilton, Minor Alexander Hamilton/Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Mom Friend Angelica Schuyler, Gay John Laurens, Minor Anna Strong/Abraham Woodhull, John Simcoe Being an Asshole, The Battle of Setauket, Light-Hearted, Light BDSM, Religious Conflict, Character Death, Major Character Injury, Slash, Protectiveness, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Male Pregnancy, 17th Century, Torture, Spoilers, Prompt Fill, Royalty, Rough Sex, Neck Kissing, Praise Kink, Love, Drunken Confessions, Falling In Love, Long-Distance Relationship, Attempted Murder, Painful Sex, Romantic Soulmates, Established Relationship, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Self-Harm, Abraham Woodhull Needs A Hug, Porn, Alternate Universe, Everyone Needs A Hug, Henry Laurens' A+ Parenting, Internalized Homophobia, Homophobic Language

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Hamilton #lams

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Deadly Secrets

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by Lilyintin89

Words: 1111, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Pregnant Revolutionaries

Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda, Alexander Hamilton - Ron Chernow, Turn (TV 2014), founding fathers - Fandom, Culper Spy Ring - Fandom, 17th Century CE RPF, 18th Century CE RPF, John Adams (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3aHs8RX

#fanfic #turn: washingtons spies #turn amc #IFTTT #ao3feed

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