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⚠️WARNING ⚠️ MINORS DNI 18+: Oral Sex (male and female), cum play, degradation, group sex, double penetration, violence, and masturbation
His hips snapped forward, balls slapping the wet drool against your chin. His hands buried in your hair as you choked on his cock. You tried to look up at him with blurred vision and watering eyes. But the feeling of his hand slapping against your face, stinging and burning, hard enough to force your lips from around his cock with a pop reminded you to focus on the task.
“I didn’t say to stop.” And he was pulling you by your hair, knees scraping against hotel carpet making them raw and sore as your lips were pressed to his cock once more.
He has your hair wrapped around both hands pressing you against his pelvis, his cock so deep down your throat you couldn’t breathe. Your palms pushed at muscles thighs and then he pulled out a few inches to give you time for gasp before jerking your head back and forth in whiplash motions.
No concern for what he was doing to you and letting you know you had no control in this situation.
Your mascara burned uour eyes as tears flowed down your face, panic setting in as you sobbed being face fucked. Feeling your gag reflex get tested as you suddenly thought about how you were going to puke all over yourself.
Shame and fear at the idea feeling your stomach as panicked, trying to wrap your lips around his cock tighter to have him cum before that happened; you knew if you threw up there would be hell to pay.
His cock slammed down you’d throat, once more blocking any breathe and you could feel his cum sliding down your throat in warm shots as you tried to swallow him down, knowing better than to waste anything he was giving you.
When he was satisfied he threw you back, you landed with a thud on the carpet, eyes downcast as you watched his bare feet walk away from you. He was leaving you there as he got a towel from the bathroom, coming back to throw it on top of you like a blanket.
“Clean yourself up, it’s Stevens' turn next with you and they all get mad if they think I was too rough with you.” The way your hair ached and you were a mess of your own tears, drool and mascara it was obvious Izzy was too rough with you.
He was lighting a cigarette, climbing into bed and picking up the phone. Probably going to call his girl back home, you thought bitterly as you wiped away the wet black streaks around your eyes.
At least with popcorn he was always gentle with you, kinder and exactly what you needed after the guitarist.
Sitting on the edge of the bed with your lips open you watched the way Steven was jerking his cock at you. He loved just having you sit naked and praising you while he stroked his cock. Nine out of ten times he’d cum on your face, moaning about how good it looked.
It was his kink and it gave you a few minutes of rest to try and recover from the way Izzy had just abused your mouth. Your hair still ached and Steven had commented on if you had been crying; your eyes were red and the handprint on your cheek was pretty good evidence of who you had been with.
“So pretty, Y/N. You’re an Angel. Look at me with those pretty eyes. So gorgeous…can you, un fuck, open your mouth and stick out that pretty pink tongue?” You did as he asked, hearing him groan again.
The way his cum felt sticky on your face, dripping in rivers of him over cheeks and down into your mouth as you licked your lips for show and watched him blush, almost embarrassed that he had done that to you.
He has a towel prepared already and offered you a drink of room temperature bud which you accept to get the poison taste of men out of your mouth.
Three left and you still hadn’t been fucked tonight. All three usually let you sleep in their bed, loving to be last because they could use you all night.
“Axl is next but you can stay here a few minutes if-“ you were already at the door, the silky blue robe the only thing you wore as you knocked on the singer's hotel door.
The singer could be in a very good mood and treat you very well or he could be in a bad mood where he still treated you pretty well but he might want to do something that was different.
He always made sure you came though. And not little feelings in your tummy but sheet soaking orgasms where he’d hold you as you cried after.
“Hey.” He pushed open the door and let you in. A little thrown off by his whatever sort of attitude but moving to where the bed was but Axl was itching his head, looking uncomfortable. “We can’t.” He made a motion between the two of you.
“Oh…why?” He scratched his arms and you suddenly felt very unattractive and not that sexy.
You were being denied by the person who had claimed you as the band groupie two years ago. The person who always made sure you went on tour and who’d go to the movies with you on mornings off. Did this mean this was all over for you?
“I met someone and it just seems like I’d be…I can’t.” He didn’t want to make you feel bad by letting you know you were the other woman in a few of the other relationships. He was setting boundaries and you respected that but you weren’t going to stay around and be made to feel bad about it.
Without a word you left the room, not bothering to ask who was next. A part of you was broken and sad thinking about Axl not wanting you and you realized that part of you liked him and sought validation from him when he was with you.
Slash and duff were coming up the hallway And you froze seeing them both there.
“Axl doesn’t want to do this anymore.” They looked at each other and back at you unsure of what to say and wondering why you looked ready to cry.
“Well, that just means more for us.” You smirked at Slash’s words and he looked at Duff. “You want to share Y/N? I think our little cumslut needs extra love.”
You were on your back on one of their beds, the robe in a pile of blue silk on the floor. Slash was between you legs, his tongue licking and sucking the folds of your pussy.
He never really went down on you but out of all of them he was the most enthusiastic when he did. He’d lick and suck at you, finger fucking you as he talked against your pussy about how good you tasted, the vibrations of his words pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you.
Duff’s cock on your hand as you slid up and down his shaft, jerking him off as you rode Slash’s face. Another orgasm rippling through you as you squeezed your thighs against his head.
“Are you feeling better now, Y/N? What else can we do for you?” Slash asked, placing wet kisses along your thighs.
“I want you both.” They smirked and duff pulled away from you, sitting on the bed. Slash was helping you move over to sit on him, holding your hands as you started writing the bassists cock.
A soft smack against your ass as you bounced up and down, pussy dripping down his shaft and balls, loving how he bucked up to meet you with his thrusts.
Slash was in front of you, cock hard as he watched; Stroking himself until he was ready to slide inside of you to have you filled with both of them.
He bent down, keeping you steady as you felt the burn of the stretch, Duff kissing along you neck as he peered over your shoulder to see you get overfilled and overworked.
“I can’t.” You met Slash’s eyes as the head of his cock pushed inside of you as your mouth fell open and a whimper escaped.
“You can and you will.” Your lip caught between your lip and you felt them pushing you around until he slid all the way inside of you.
Your head was on his shoulder as you felt them both working you. Using you. Reminding you that you were still property do the band.
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Be my daddy
Modern Izzy Stradlin x Reader
My Masterlist.
Word Count: 793
Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.
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Izzy didn't leave his laptop all day working on his new songs, completely forgetting that you were also at home with him, bored and a bit needy too.
- Izzy, how much longer will this take? - You asked dramatically, pouting.
He looked at you quickly and then returned his gaze to the screen.
- A few more hours. - He said seriously, focused on whatever he was doing on his laptop.
- HOURS?! - You exclaimed and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder feeling the refreshing scent of his freshly washed hair. - I can't wait that long, I need you now...
Izzy ignored you completely but you didn't give up, he was just too pretty with that black button-down shirt almost completely open, revealing his chest. Something about seeing him like that, with such a serious expression, almost as if he were mad, made you extremely horny for him, you simply couldn't bear not to ride him for "a few more hours".
You kissed the soft skin of his neck, then behind his ear and back to his neck, his eyes still glued to the screen, you decided to go further, sliding one of your hands down his shirt, touching his stomach. Since nothing you did seemed to catch his attention, you lowered your hands even further and pressed his crotch, his hand immediately landed on top of yours and gently took it away.
- Not now Y/n. - Izzy muttered.
His refusal only made your panties wetter, you decided you wouldn't leave him alone until his dick was inside you, work wasn't a priority, you were. You sat on his lap, facing him, fitting your groin right on top of his member, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tilted his head slightly towards you.
- I want you daddy... - You whispered in his ear and immediately noticed the change in his posture. - I need you...
You smiled feeling his cock harden beneath you, he always went crazy when you called him daddy.
- You can't do this every time I'm trying to work, bunny. - Izzy said in a low tone, lifting your tank top exposing your breasts. - You dirty girl.
You smiled in satisfaction as his lips began to kiss your tits, the warm touch of his mouth made you let out a needy moan, your hips moved on his lap, rubbing your wet pussy over his covered cock.
Izzy continued to suck on your tits as he slipped his hand inside your panties, making your body shiver as his long fingers touched your cunt.
- Please Izzy... - You moaned, throwing your back back, biting your lips hard, feeling his fingers move inside you.
Izzy took his hand out of your panties and lifted your body, laying you on the glass table next to his laptop, pulling your panties off roughly.
- It's daddy for you. - He muttered. - Now say it.
You lifted your legs and looked into his eyes.
- Please rail me daddy. - You begged, feeling your pussy throb for him.
Your mind went blank for a few seconds when Izzy thrust his big, hard cock inside you without hesitation, pounding deep and hard into your cunt, your lips couldn't form a single word as his hand squeezed your neck, your mouth was half open and your whole body moved with his thrusts. your forehead was sweating just like his, your shirt now unbuttoned, keeping your gaze fixed on his abdomen as you felt your toes curl and your body contract, you just couldn't take it anymore when Izzy started whispering dirty words to you.
- I'm gonna put a baby inside you, honey... - Izzy groaned as he stimulated your orgasm by rubbing his fingers on your clit. - I won't stop until I've filled you with my cum...
You nodded, clenching your pussy around his cock as you came, moaning as the electrifying sensation coursed through your blood.
- Oh fuck! - Izzy moaned as he felt your cum smear his cock, taking it out of you and spreading it all over your pussy, surrounding your entrance and teasing your clitoris by slamming his dick against it a few times. - It's Daddy's turn now. - He murmured, throwing your legs over his shoulders and leaning down to your face, slapping your face before cupping your cheeks. - And you will take all of it, right baby?
His cock slid deeply inside you again, ramming your cervix making you moan desperately feeling it throbbing inside you.
- Make me a mommy, daddy! - You moaned, squeezing your own tits to relieve all the heat weighing down your body.
Izzy came harder than usual, and you knew he had filled your womb with his seed, probably impregnating you at that very moment.
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love sick
💋Izzy stradlin/reader💋
warnings : smut , soft smut , pet names and squirting
📍:LA
⏰: 10:06am
1988
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the sound of the bed creaked over and over again
I'm so glad our neighbours are away for a month
"such a pretty girl " izzy moaned in my ear as he licked down my cheek to my jaw line
he brushed my hair from my face as I opened my eyes looking up at him
Izzy’s beautiful green and slight hazel eyes looked into mine from above
his chain on his neck moved back and forth with the thrusts he was giving me. my legs were over his shoulders and my hands rested on his neck
I could feel his breath hitting my face which brought me some kind of comfort in a way
my eyes just rolled back and my back arched from the mattress taking in the pleasure from my boyfriend
his hips rolled into mine as he lifted my legs over his shoulder but it only made him go deeper into me letting a loud gasp release from my lips
the angle was amazing
one of his pale arms was rested above my head on the pillow that my head was laid back on and the other hand caressed my face as he watched pleasure express through my face
"Izzy" my moans were very high pitched as his dick started to hit that special spot inside of me
he noticed I was close which only made him go more faster with his thrusts
my finger nails started to dig into his skin causing a little hiss escape his lips and his eyes squeezed shut tightly as loud grunt came from him
the grunts and whimpers coming from his mouth turned me on more and more
my stomach started to feel like it was coming a knot and getting tighter and tighter with every thrust
“you gonna cum for me ,darling ?” Izzy hummed in a deep tone leaning down pecking my forehead
i nodded quickly moaning louder and louder as he continued to talk to me
“look at me while you cum “
more whimpers and whines left my lips as I tried to talk but I couldn’t
all my words were mumbled together and it came out in language which was not known to earth
"mhmmm ?”
i squealed as my back arched off the bed , my nails dug in more into his skin , my toes curled and my orgasm came crashing down
as quickly as he could he grabbed the back of legs and pinned them on either side of my head. izzy got up on his knees as he thrusted faster
i screamed out in pleasure as I came around him.
i watched as his biceps flexed and it was the most hottest thing ive ever seen in my life
his messy jet black hair was swinging back and forth rapidly his chain bounced and slapped off his broad tanned chest
i moaned reaching up grabbing his chin making him look at me. i pulled him down and smashed my lips into his
all of sudden I felt a big bush splash out of me as izzy slammed back into me only adding more of my sweet juices to pour out of me , all him and on the bed
god I haven't squirted like that in months . he fucked me as he put his seed inside of me and as I was over coming my big intense orgasm
my legs were shaking in his grip and my back was still arched
his hips finally jerked and he began to slow down and finally he stopped and collapsed slowly on top of me
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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.
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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.
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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.
end
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i have a request for izzy🎀 can reader and izzy be childhood friends and reader is axl’s little sister & so izzy and reader sneak around whenever they get the chance (smut) and one day they get caught (you can end it how you’d like) :))
Sisters Keeper
Words: 474
Warnings: *smut* *dirty talk* *p in v* *people barging in*
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You and Izzy have been best friends since childhood, bonding over your shared love of music. Sneaking around with Izzy, the rhythm guitarist for Guns N' Roses, has always been exhilarating. Late one night, in a secluded hotel room, the tension between you two finally ignites.
"Izzy," you whisper
Your heart is pounding in your chest.
"I want you." You say
His eyes meet yours. A hunger burns within you two. With a gentle touch, he pulls you close, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. The world fades away as you both give in to the desire that's been simmering beneath the surface for years. Moans and gasps fill the room as clothes are discarded and you moan. Izzy's pants are off.
Izzy puts his erect cock at your entrance and he starts to penetrate your wet pussy.
“fuck me Izzy fuck me nice and deep I want you in me” You moan.
Skin meets skin in a frenzy of longing. The air crackles with electricity, every touch sending shivers down your spine. Izzy starts to thrust deep into Y/N and Izzy’s lips are wet as he grunts
"You're a good little whore."
"Almost there,” you moan. “Keep going, Izzy."
Izzy keeps thrusting his dick into your wet pussy. You moan and your eyes are rolling in the back of your head. You grab onto Izzy’s head and your nails dig into Izzy’s back. Izzy you moan loudly, your legs start to shake, you have an orgasm and lose control and make a lot of noise. Izzy covers your mouth with his hand when he hears someone attempting to open the door. Izzy takes his dick out of you and quickly puts his boxers on and you follow putting your clothes back on.
“Who is it?” Izzy yells at the door.
Suddenly, the door burst open, revealing Axl, Guns N' Roses' lead singer, staring in shock. "Y/N! Izzy! "What the hell?!" As you scramble for words, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, Izzy chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Looks like we've been caught, huh, Y/N?" And so, amidst laughter and awkward explanations, the three of you share a moment that will forever be etched in your memories.
Axl is furious after opening the hotel room to this scene. The thought of his little sister dating his long-time friend was disgusting to him. He drags you to his car and you are screaming and crying
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Walking Tall (slash)
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Request: Slash has a tall girlfriend who is insecure about her height. @xximaginesqrcodexx
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Y/N’s POV
I have always been significantly taller than my peers due to my long legs.
Slash is only two inches taller than me, so I always tower over him whenever I’m wearing heels.
Along with people telling me I should play basketball or model, there’s people that make fun of me for this. It’s something I can’t control. It’s not like I can shrink myself down or make him taller.
It’s never bothered him than I’m taller than him in heels. He’s never made me feel less than because of it.
Tonight we have a red carpet event to go to, and I dread it because it means I have to wear heels.
I sigh as I walk up the stairs and into the bedroom after coming back from finding a dress to wear.
When I enter the room, Slash is sitting on the edge of our bed with a box in his hand. It’s a shoebox with a white bow tied around it.
“What’s this?” I smile, sitting next to him. He grins, sliding the box towards me.
“Open it.”
I open the box to find a beautiful pair of heels inside. They’re at least 4 inches tall, much taller than I would normally wear given my height. I frown without even realizing it.
“You don’t seem thrilled.” He looks at me with a raised eyebrow. “Do you not like them?”
“I love them.” I put my hand over his and peck him on the lips gently. “I just would look ridiculous in them. I’d be way taller than you.”
He looks at me with a smile. “You know that has never bothered me.
“It bothers me. And the tabloids, apparently.” I look down at the beautiful pair of shoes in my lap.
“I think you’d look beautiful in them. Don’t listen to what they say. They’re just trying to get a rise out of you.” His thumb rubs against my arms as he speaks, the most caring look in his eyes.
“I don’t know…”
“Tell you what. Why don’t you wear them, and if you feel uncomfortable just take them off and put on a backup pair. How about that?” He brushes my hair out of my eyes.
“I guess I can try. Thank you.” Our noses brush together briefly before our lips connect again.
-
“See, I told you. You’re the most beautiful girl here.” He whispers in my ear as we walk down the red carpet. I blush as his guitar-worn hands grip mine tightly.
We reach the press asking everyone questions. A female reporter stops and looks at me, looking down to my shoes. Oh no. My anxiety rises and I feel my hands trembling.
“I love your shoes! They look great on you.” She says. I sigh out of relief.
“Oh, thank you.” I smile at her and we continue on.
Slash looks at me with a told-you-so smile and winks.
I can always count on him to pull me out of my own head.
#guns n' roses#guns n roses fan fiction#slash#GNR#appetite4savage writes#slash x reader#slash fan fiction
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This is random but is lat and I'm bored
I personally think fan fiction is embarrassing idk I always think it's weird reading something ( most of the time something naughty) that somebody else wrote.
When I think of an fan fiction reader I think of an really weird discord mod or an quite unstable girl ( no hate ) ( and even if ,why can't u just make it out in your own mind ?? )
Yk I get having fantasies with other people ( celebrities) but like really reading something like " your Nikki sixx s gf and ur making out in the bus an Vince walkes in " is just embarrassing In my opinion
What ur opinion on it ??
( probably gonna delete this later )
#rock n roll#cutie w a bootie#80s music#classic rock#fanfic#fan fiction#discord mod#i like my own posts#the beatles#shining nikki#mötley crüe#gnr rp#hanoi rocks#led zeppelin#megadeth
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{introduction}
hii, i'm mimi, i'm 17, from australia and i write fan-fiction one shots, head cannons and multi part stories. my favourite bands are motley crue and guns n roses. my favourite members are nikki sixx and izzy stradlin and my favourite actors are miles teller and glen powell if you couldn't already tell.
you can find my masterlist here!
i also have an edit account on tiktok. i’m not the best editor by any means but i’m giving it a go 🫶🏻 : @terr0rtw1ns
{who i write for}
motley crue
^nikki sixx * ^tommy lee * ^mick mars ^vince neil
guns n roses
^izzy stradlin * ^duff mckagen ^slash
metallica
^james hetfield ^kirk hammett
one direction
^louis tomlinson
^niall horan
^harry styles
^liam payne (requests closed for now)
top gun / top gun maverick
^bradley bradshaw | rooster * ^pete mitchell | maverick ^nick bradshaw | goose ^tom kazansky | iceman ^jake seresin | hangman
twisters
^tyler owens
bleed for this
^vinny pazienza
scream franchise
^stu macher
^billy loomis
{notes}
+if a story has any mature themes, they will be named with a trigger warning for reader safety.
+i know much more about certain people which means their chapters will most likely be more detailed, and this is why for some bands/movies, i do not write for all members. this doesn't mean they won't be included in other member's chapters. (people who i believe i will be better at writing for will have a star next to their name)
+as said before^, certain people will have a stronger storyline to others, however, this doesn't mean that I will only put effort into some and not others.
+the more detail in the requests, the better, as i want to create a clear and accurate piece.
+i write all types of fan-fiction, whether it is angst, fluff etc. keep in mind that i may turn some requests down if i am not comfortable writing it for you.
+i do not write male x male or female x female. this is not because i’m against it in any way. it’s purely because i have no idea how to write it 🤷♀️
+i also have preferences on what i do and don’t write. i will not include r&pe. i will not write a fic where the reader is under 18 and the other person is over.
things i will not write:
r&pe kinks
ins£st kinks
extreme pain kinks
p!ss/sh!t kinks
major pain kinks
a fic where the chosen person dies.
a fic where the chosen person purposely assu<s the reader or anyone.
breeding kink. (this one is only to a certain degree. i do include unsafe sex in my fics and any kinks that include that, however i won’t specifically write that the reader or chosen person is doing it to ‘breed them’).
extreme age gaps (like 18 x 65 etc)
#mick mars#nikki sixx#motley crue#tommy lee#vince neil#guns n roses#izzy stradlin#duff mckagan#slash gnr#metallica#james hetfield#kirk hammett#queen#freddie mercury#john deacon#roger taylor#brian may#fan fiction
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That Time
Pairing: Duff McKagan/Steven Adler
Word Count: 4,600~
Info: No Smut, Fluff, Happy Ending, Boys In Love, Drug Use, Overdosing, Songfic, Teeth, Smoking, Blood, Nosebleed, Kissing, Almost death
Summary: “Duff! Look at this!” Steven squealed, his blond mop of hair shaking with his exaggerated nodding as he pointed at the pavement with excitement. He had run a few yards ahead of the other man, so Duff had to jog to catch up with him. Duff’s obnoxiously loud chained belt jingled against his leather pants every thickly soled step he made. “Huh,” He hummed as he stared down at the concrete, touching hips with the drummer, “that’s weird.”
Authors Note: been a busy busy bee lately, sorry for not posting! getting back into the general glide of things though, so expect more in the next few weeks!! this is old, but good nonetheless
Hey, remember that time when I found a human tooth
Down on Delancey?
“Duff! Look at this!” Steven squealed, his blond mop of hair shaking with his exaggerated nodding as he pointed at the pavement with excitement. He had run a few yards ahead of the other man, so Duff had to jog to catch up with him. Duff’s obnoxiously loud chained belt jingled against his leather pants every thickly soled step he made. “Huh,” He hummed as he stared down at the concrete, touching hips with the drummer, “that’s weird.” On the ground sat two yellowed human teeth. They were wedged in the crack between the sidewalk's concrete panels, surrounded by weeds and grass that had managed to shimmy their way into the crevice. It was almost as if they had been pulled directly from the root with their long prong-esque legs still attached. Steven folded himself in half, his leather jacket sliding up his shoulders and his wild mess of hair curtaining around his face, and swept the teeth into his hands.
“Ew, man! Gross!” Duff groaned as Steven tucked the teeth into the back pocket of his jeans. “Hey, you never know when you might need some teeth. Maybe they’ll be my good luck charm- or something like that.” He giggled as he stared at himself in the reflection of the bassist's sunglasses. “Maybe, or they’ll give you AIDs.” The taller man retorted. Steven frowned, pulling the usual grin he sported off of his mouth immediately. Duff knew how he felt about those jokes; his history, why would he say that? The tooth discussion didn’t linger on much longer, though. Instead, they walked back to their home, the ‘hell house’ in all of its glory, clouded by an awkward aura of- well- something indescribable.
Hey, remember that time when we decided to kiss anywhere except the mouth?
That aura tugged down on their shoulders until they wandered into Steven’s rather unclean bedroom. It wasn’t disgusting- more so an organized mess. Things were piled up in thick hills along the floor, but had you asked Steven to bring you even the tiniest pin, he could find it in seconds. He was just special in that way. “I’m sorry,” Duff mumbled as he wrapped himself around the smaller man. His warm body heat seeped through his own t-shirt and Steven's layers of leather and cotton. “‘s okay,” Steven murmured back as he took a handful of steps toward his mattress, twirled himself- and Duff around, and fell backward on top of the lanky man. “Oh!” Duff huffed as the wind was knocked out of him. He sputtered out stringy waves of blond and lightly shoved Steven off of him. The drummed grinned and rolled himself onto his side, propping his head up onto his hand.
“I’m bored. Let’s play a game!” Steven whined and playfully batted his eyelashes at the man. “Whaddya thinkin’ of?” The bassist responded as he pulled off his sunglasses and placed them atop his head. “Kiss me. Kiss me anywhere except my lips.” He grinned. Duff gave him a little smirk, pushed Steven over, threw his lanky legs over his waist, and began to assault him with kisses while straddling him. He kissed along his shoulders. Then, pulled up his shirt to pepper soft pecks against his fishnet-covered ribs. Next, his navel. As he slid lower and lower down the drummer's body, his kisses trailed onto his jeans and down his thighs. Floaty giggles echoed around the room as Steven relished the feeling of Duff’s chapped lips against his ankles. “Don’t- Don’t kiss my toes!” Steven yelped between flurried hiccups as Duff got closer and closer to the skin that was concealed in his dirty Converse.
Hey, remember that time when my favorite colors was pink and green?
Duff obeyed and kissed his way back up Steven's body, trailing directly on top of the previous kisses he had left just mere moments ago. Unlike his previous endeavors, Duff kissed past his shoulders and danced his way down his arms, one at a time. He placed sweet little pecks to the respective heart and drumstick on each shoulder when the time came. Steven let out soft little puffs of air as his heart dramatically thumped against his ribcage. Sure, they were intimate in a lot of ways, but something about this was different. It was almost romantic. Duff trailed through his downy arm hair and to his thickly decorated wrists. “Pink,” Duff whispered, holding one of his thin wrists in his palm, “and green.” He pulled both wrists together and held the colors side by side. “Our favorite!” Steven cheekily smiled at the bassist.
Duff blushed, remembering that the thin twine bracelets had originally been a matching set shared between the two of them, but the thread was too itchy for Duff, so Steven settled on wearing both of them. The jewelry was originally bought by Slash, a gift that he had justified with a snarky remark along the lines of 'If you guys wanna act like a couple so much, you should go ahead and be part of a pair,’ which was backhanded yet sweet. A lot of things Slash said were like that, twisted in some way or another. Duff didn’t even really like green that much, but he knew Steven loved pink, so he compromised. Since then, Steven had been convinced that green was his favorite color ever. He never complained. The bassist grinned back at him as he placed a final kiss on Steven's fingertip. Then, he pulled away and sat upright, just for a moment. As soon as he was fully up, he was back down with his lips centimeters away from Stevens. The drummer squeaked and blinked his eyes. Hard.
Hey, remember that month when I only ate boxes of tangerines?
So cheap and juicy!
Tangerines.
“Do you think I’ve earned a kiss on the mouth yet?” Duff hummed as his breath ghosted against Steven's lips. “Your breath tastes like oranges- no, tangerines! Are you doing that thing where that's all you eat again?” Steven let out a nervous chortle as he jokingly licked at the air. Duff dramatically threw his head back and groaned. “That was one time, man!” He hissed as his sunglasses slid off of his head. “Damn it.” The older man groaned and awkwardly grasped around the area behind him. Unfortunately for both of them, the area behind Duff happened to be Steven's waistband. “My dick!” he yelped, shooting forward at the sudden pain that raced through his torso. Duff didn’t have time to react to his sudden screech Steven lurched forward and smacked his head straight into his nose.
“Fuck!” Duff exclaimed and slid back while desperately holding his nose. Big tears bubbled over his waterline immediately. “Oh- baby, shit. I'm sorry. Let me see.” Steven rambled as he sat up and pulled away his worn hands. Duff nervously combed his fingers through his blond hair, smearing red through his gold and black mane. “Is it bad?” He whimpered. “No, it’s um, it’s fine. You’ll probably just have a little bump or something.” Steven desperately stumbled over his words. He knew Duff’s nose would most definitely leave with more than ‘just a little bump,’ but that wouldn’t make anything better. His hands shakily wiped away the blood from his upper lip. “It’s fine,” Steven reassured him and wiped a little bit of crimson away and onto Duff’s shirt. His tears puddled into dark spots on his already black shirt. It didn’t even hurt that bad! He wasn’t sure why he was crying. The bassist nervously wiped his clammy hands onto his leather slacks, leaving a trail of wet condensation on his thighs.
Hey, remember that time when I would only read Shakespeare?
“It’s not bad, I swear. It’s kind of silly!” He awkwardly chuckled and held Duff’s head in his palms. “Silly? Kind of like your Shakespearean phase?” Duff grinned through his soft tears and bloody nose, a little bit of both haphazardly dripping into his open-mouthed grin. Steven nodded and pressed their lips together. His calloused fingers swept away his blubbery tears before loosely intertangling his fingers to the roots of his black-streaked blond hair. Duff let out little puffy moans into his mouth, occasionally shaking the both of them with little hiccuped sobs. Copper, iron, and whatever other metallic tastiest were out there flooded Steven's mouth. It was gross, but so were they! Their tongues lightly teased against either one, not fighting for dominance but simply prodding against each other. Steven pulled away with a sweet slightly rust-colored smile.
“Exactly. Just like when I would only read Shakespeare.” Duff smiled back and let out a shaky sigh. The bassists’ palms found themself lightly rested upon his chest, running through his coarse chest hair through his fishnet top. The drummer chuckled at the contact, shivering at his warm hands against his cold skin. His slightly dirty fingernails drew deep swirls along his skin. Steven sighed and pulled off his leather jacket, throwing it off into the mess that was his room. It smacked against the carpet with a thick thump. They sat there, staring into each other's eyes. “I think all the blood loss is making me stupid,” Duff murmured, “stupider.” He pushed his head into the crook of Steven's neck. “Hey! If anyone here is the stupid one, it’s me!” Steven chuckled and placed a kiss on the side of Duff’s mouth, lightly pulling his head away from his neck with a fistful of hair. The crusted blood on his upper lip awkwardly began to dry and crack as Duff became more talkative, but he still looked gorgeous. He never looked bad, not to Steven at least.
Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Parliaments?
“I need a smoke.” Duff sighed. “Oh! Oh- I’ve got you, man.” The drummer grinned, shoving the lanky man off of him. He scrambled toward the headboard of his bed- or where it would be, had he had one. Steven shuffled through the gunk shoved between the wall and his mattress before triumphantly pulling out three different cigarette boxes and a baggie. “Take your pick.” Steven placed his assorted white boxes- and bag into Duff’s lap. He hummed back and stared at the random smokes. “How did you end up with such a variety?” He snorted, picking up the Parliament lights first. The light blue stared back at him as he knocked back the top of the box. “Oh- every time I hook up with a chick at her place when she goes to piss, I hunt for cigarettes and whatever else I can find. Normally, they don’t say nothing!” Duff fished his lighter out of the pocket of his slacks and plucked out one of the white tubes. Tucking it safely between his teeth, Duff flicked his lighter one, twice and successfully inhaled a lungful of smoke.
Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Marlboros?
Sour grey fled from Duff’s lips as he exhaled. Steven leaned over and pulled out the red-dipped Marlboro box. “Lemme see your light.” He grunted, putting out a flat palm toward Duff and grabbing at the air. Duff chuckled and dropped the piece of purple translucent plastic into his hand, exhaling little puffs of smoke. “So, what's in the bag?” Duff questioned, holding the opaque plastic up and giving it a little shake. “Huh. I dunno!” Steven shrugged and lit the cigarette held haphazardly between his lips. The orangeish filter peeked out from his mouth. “How the hell do you not know? Can I look?” The older man spewed questions at him, already tugging off the rubber band that kept the baggie closed.
His sudden wonder at the drummer's baggie of secrets made him want to get up and bombard the bassist with every ounce of love he had, but for some reason, he wanted to come off as cool. He didn’t know why. Duff had seen him at his absolutely dorkiest moments. Steven just nodded, pulling the cigarette from his lips to puff smoke at Duff. “C’mon, it’s a surprise! Don’t play bored, you wanna know what's in it just as bad as I do.” He giggled and waved the accumulating cloud of smoke away from his face. Stevens' cooled facade broke at the bassist's ever-so-sweet chuckle, making him also burst into ever-so-familiar giggles.
Hey, remember that time when I was broke?
I didn't care; I just bummed from my friends
Bum bum bum bum bum
Bum bum bum bum bum
Duff finally got the stubborn baggie open and was instantly excited by what he saw. A loose mixture of random cigarettes and joints freely blended among each other. “Oh! You know what, that’s where I put all of my random shit. Most of it is like- hand rolled and homegrown and all of that organic shit.” Steven explained as he snatched the bag from his hands and pulled out a rather pathetic looking joint. “Some of our peers cannot roll for shit! Not saying who but his name may or may not rhyme with uh- Paxil Hose.” The drummer giggled and placed one of the tan, thinly rolled joints in Duff’s palm. “Oh, damn. That is plain sad, man.” He mumbled as he examined it between two fingers. Haphazardly, he ashed his cigarette on Steven's mattress, to which he groaned but remained wordless, and placed the joint between his now empty lips. The paper was ever so slightly unraveling on the side, so Duff licked out a small line against the rolling paper. Steven grinned at the thin smell of weed that hazed around the room as Duff brought his lighter to the twisted tip of the joint.
Duff inhaled a thick gasp of smoke and held it in. One, two, three. Then, he exhaled a small handful of coughs. “Shit. This shit is… Jesus! Nasty.” He sputtered and placed the blunt between Steven's v-shaped fingers. The drummer pulled the cigarette from between his lips and carefully slotted it between Duff’s lips. He gently and carefully enclosed them around it. The familiar, safe tobacco clouded his mouth as he inhaled. Steven took a thick mouthful of smoke from the joint. Duff was right, it was like- putrid. God, what the hell kind of dank did Axl have in his possession? “Fuck! Ew.” He coughed and groaned while ruffling his hands through his wiry mane. The slowly burning joint inches just a centimeter too close to his hair and burnt away a few hairs before Duff noticed. “Steven- Steven!” Duff yelped, swatting at his hair. “You’re gonna fuckin’ catch yourself on fire, man.” He chuckled, wiping away at the singed hair near his temple.
Hey, remember that time when you OD'ed?
“Fuck. Is it cold in here, or is that just me? It’s like- I dunno- I can’t breathe. Somethin’ on my chest.” Duff slurred, flexing his quickly numbing fingers. “You okay?” Steven questioned, spitting it out. A thin sheen of sweat licked across Duff’s clammy skin. He felt as if his brain was leaking from his ears. “Duff?” Steven questioned and grabbed his face with one hand. “Dude- speak to me here. You’re freaking me out.” A big nervous smile crept up upon his lips as he gripped Duff’s shoulder. Duff didn’t respond. Instead, his head just lolled off to the side. When the fuck had he passed out? “Duff!” He hissed. “Duff, get up. This isn’t fucking funny.” He smacked the side of his feverish cheek, desperately waiting for his eyes to flutter open. But, they didn’t. He was still breathing small shallow breaths. His heart was still thumping under Steven’s palm, which had snaked down to his left breast to feel his heartbeat because, well, Steven didn’t know where the hell a pulse point was!
“Axl! Slash! One of you get the fuck in here! Get the damn phone!” Steven screeched, his brain finally catching up on the fact that Duff had overdosed. It was weird because Steven wasn’t overdosing. Had he not taken the exact same shit? He felt fine, barely even high. So what the hell had happened? He truly didn’t know. Finally, Axl skittered down the hallway, dressed only in a big graphic shirt, his red boxers, and tube socks with their shared janky Motorola DynaTAC in hand. “What? What? The hell is happening?” He groaned, sleep-laced voice croaking mid-sentence. His fists rubbed at his eyes for a moment. “Oh. Shit.” He cursed, taking in Duff’s slightly blue drool-coated lips. It’s almost as if he was snapped away. Axl feverishly punched in ‘9-1-1’ into the phone as he muttered under his breath.
This freaked Steven the fuck out, more so than he already was. Big fat tears rolled down his rosy cheeks as he held the bassist to his chest. “If you die, I’ll kill myself just to kill you again.” He hiccuped into his blond hair while Axl grumbled out their address to the operator on the other end of the phone. “Hey, Stevie, roll him on his side, will ya? Thanks.” Axl barked as he shoved himself into a pair of jeans, the phone still propped up to his ear with his shoulder. “No- no not you, my roommate. Why would I tell you that?” He groaned at the phone, his voice becoming quieter and quieter as he receded into the other end of the house in search of his sneakers. Steven sat there, silent. Simply waiting. Luckily for him and Duff, when the men plucked out their home from the many selections they were given they chose the one closest to the local emergency room. It doesn’t hurt to be prepared sometimes.
Hey, remember that other time when you OD'ed for the second time?
The door was opened and Duff was gone before Steven could think about it too much. He saw the paramedics. He knows they flashed a light in his eyes and murmured something about ‘fentanyl' while ushering him onto a stretcher. He knows that he told them too much about Duff- like that he had seven siblings and that his favorite color was green while frantically showing these strangers his bracelets. Axl had come mid-rant and told Steven to go put on his shoes- despite him already having them on so that he could actually give them Duff’s information. During this, Steven ran circles around the house, desperately looking for something- anything to do. Then, it clicked. Paper. He licked the paper. Steven wasn’t sure he had ever run so fast. “Axl- he- the paper! Duff licked it.” He blubbered, grabbing the ginger man by the shoulders. Axl grunted and placed his hands on Steven’s shoulders, mimicking his pose. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Slow down, calm yourself and tell me in the car.” The vocalist spoke, rubbing Steven's shoulders. This was probably the nicest he had ever been to Steven.
The drummer scrambled to get in Axl’s janky Chevrolet Cavalier. The two of them rushed to the car. Though Steven was quicker in his movements, Axl moved with just as much urgency. Axl didn’t bother to get buckled. It was a short ride and hell, they were already going to the hospital anyways! With the speed he rushed to get buckled, Stevens' fishnet shirt got buckled in with him, the belt interlacing between the wide diamonds of thread. He ripped the shirt out of it, leaving a wide hole next to his ribs. The car was technically new, yes, but the thing was a fourth of the original price because half of the parts had already been stripped for cash. So, it barely sputtered to life. They weren’t quite sure how it was still running. Axl drummed his palms against the wheel as he backed out of their driveway.
“Okay. Spill.” He sighed out, pushing softly on the gas. The car couldn’t go a mile over 30, or it’d die on them. “So- um, y’know that one joint you gave me a few weeks ago?” Steven nervously wrung his hands. “Excuse me? The one that went fucking missing? You asshole! You told me you didn’t touch that shit when it went missing!” Axl screeched. “Okay failure on my behalf to mention that. Oops. Anyways- um do you know where the weed- or the paper came from?” He sheepishly continued, staring at Axl’s clenched jaw. “I dunno- some chick. Sophia or something.” He groaned, sensing that he knew exactly where this was going. “Okay well, Sophia was out to get you or something because it was starting to unravel in his hand n’ then he licked it and- I think he felt fine when he took a hit, and then he was all hauled ass up!” Steven rambled as the car screeched to a halt. The parking job was shit, neither of them had even really realized they had gotten to the hospital yet. “Shit. Shit. Okay- fuck! We’re here.” Axl hissed as he backed out of the car, Steven shortly following suit.
Well, in the waiting room while waiting for news of you
I hallucinated I could read your mind
They didn’t talk during the walk inside, nor did they talk while Axl explained their situation to the sweet old receptionist. Thick honey-like tension dripped from both of them. Not only was Duff quite literally in the hospital, but Steven also had sticky fingers! In his defense, he didn’t mean to steal it. Sometimes, you’re just a little absent-minded. It happens to like- everyone. No Biggie. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Axl finally spoke with a heavy sigh. “I dunno,” Steven replied as he picked through the handful of magazines on a side table. Truth be told, he could care less about whatever celebrity drama was happening right now, but what else could he do? They were quite literally sitting ducks. The receptionist had told Axl that she’d call out his name as soon as she knew Duff was conscious and visitable, but for now, they should just wait. For a while, sitting down was fine.
Then, this dull poking sensation in Steven's buttocks got unbearable, so he stood up and fished whatever it was out of his back pocket. “My teeth!” He grinned, holding the yellow enamel in his palm. “What the fuck!” Axl yelped as he stared down at the two teeth that sat in Steven’s palm. “Me n’ Duff found ‘em earlier. I think they’re lucky.” He smiled, giving them a small shake. In reality, if they were anything, they’d be unlucky. How else could he explain that his best friend overdosed mere hours after they discovered them? It’s fine. Axl didn’t need to know that! “You’re fucking gross.” He grumbled, throwing himself down onto one of the hard plastic waiting room chairs. It was Steven’s turn to get up and pace back and forth. He rubbed the teeth around in his palm as he burned a hole in the tiles. Occasionally, his converse would let out a grotesque squeak which was followed by a large grey scuff across the floor and he’d mutter out a sheepish apology. His feet never stopped moving. With his teeth in hand, Steven prayed for the first time in years. Unfortunately, his mind wandered too often to have a focused prayer session.
‘God if you hear this, can you get Duff out of this god-awful place already? It smells so fake- sterilized? Is that a word? Thanks. Could you imagine if I could read Duff's mind? That’s crazy. I bet he’s dreaming about screwing some broad or something. I wish I had arm candy as often as he did. I want candy. God- please grant me the wish to have even just a dollar in my wallet. I want a Snickers bar, dude! I’m tired. Anyways- back to Duff. When he gets out of here, you should give us some cash to go to Burger King or something. Hide it under the couch, if you’re even listening. Thanks, God.’
That was Stevens' exact thought process. Thank God for simple-minded men, such as Steven Adler.
And I was on a lot of shit too, but what I saw, man, I tell you it was freaky
“Michael Andrew McKagan? Is there someone here for a- uh, Michael Andrew McKagan?” A nurse in polka-dotted scrubs questioned. Axl raised his hand, got out of his seat, grabbed Steven by the wrist, and led him through the white hospital hallway. “Doctors, man. They make me so nervous.” Steven hissed, using his free hand to wipe his hair out of his face. “Oh, I can tell. You’re soaked in sweat.” Axl grinned back, just as sardonic as ever. He sputtered. Steven wasn’t actually sure how Axl knew where to go. Either Axl could actually read people's minds, or Steven had just zoned out on the part where the nurse told them where to go. It’s probably the latter. That vague, sad crying noise that every hospital seemed to have echoed around the stark halls as they reached the door. The drummer felt nauseous but, hey, someone else in the facility probably felt worse! So, he didn’t feel as if his situation was all that bad after all. I mean, unless you count almost killing your best friend as bad, Then it was horrible.
“I’ll let you have your little sappy moment, try to make it quick, though. On the way home, we can grab fast food or something.” Axl coughed, standing outside the door like a guard dog. Maybe God had listened, after all. Steven stood still for a moment as he grasped the cool metal doorknob, just gazing at himself in the reflection. He looked like a mess, at least he did from the awkward angle that the silver knob was at. The slightly burnt spot in his hair looked more obnoxiously obvious. He shoved the teeth back into his pocket. Finally, he pushed the door open. Duff looked- well, better than expected, but still rough. “Steven!” He croaked from his spot in the bed, raising his IV’ed arms at him. The idea of a hug from the bassist was ever so beckoning, but terrifying at the same time. “I’m not gonna break, probably, c’mon man!” He grinned. Steven mimicked his beam and rushed at the man. A blur of blond hair, denim, and fishnet stormed across the floor impossibly fast. The two of them giggled as they became entangled with each other. “Are you crying?” Duff mumbled into his wild hair.
“Man, shut up, Michael.”
“Don’t call me that! Asshat.” Duff teased. Steven didn’t even know his name was ever anything other than Duff, he didn't look like a ‘Michael’. “You look like shit, sorry about y’know,” Steven paused as he stared up at him, “everything.” Duff just smiled down at him and reassuringly rubbed his back. Whoever had cleaned him up had wiped away the crusted blood on his upper lip. His lips were more red; properly colored. He looked alive, once more. “It’s whatever. I was already a little wasted when we left the house, anyways. Whatever the hell was in that joint did not mix well with the shit I had already taken.” He giggled, resting his chin on top of Steven’s head.
“Axl’s here, y’know? He cried a little bit, I think.”
“Oh, like this is the first overdose he’s witnessed in this band!”
Freaky.
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Writing my Axl Rose story, i’ve got the first two chapters written I shall upload it whenever I get my invitation on A03 so I can upload it on there and also wattpad!
It’s a basic ass enemies to lovers story set within high school but I think some will enjoy it. (My friend at least, haha.)
#axlrose#guns roses#gnr#fan fiction#writing#axl rose#finally writing#why is it so easy writing fanfic than actual stories???#i’m nervous#but also excited#i love guns n’ roses
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Hi, I’m new to the fandom. Do you have the list of the 30 day band list? I would love to participate. I blog about guns n’ roses, bon jovi & motley crue. I make gifs and write fan fiction but i understand that my writing style is dark and might not be for everyone. My favourite song of all time is rocket queen by guns n’ roses. I want to thank everyone in the tumblr fandom for introducing me to it. I look forward to hearing from you. 😊
Dear Rocket Queen,
So nice to meet you and hear from you! I'm so glad you were introduced to one of GNR's masterpieces, their best dance track, and their all-time sexiest song. And I'm so glad you love and appreciate it as much as I do. (You can also dance to parts of It's so Easy and Mr. Brownstone.) I'm always happy to know fellow Guns fans. (Well ... except pseudo-fans who like to dog on Izzy, lol. They don't enjoy meeting me. 😊 But they definitely don't forget crossing my path. 🤗)
Keep up the writing, and do your thing. I love that people write for GNR. I must admit I don't read much fan fic, so if you don't get any likes from me don't ever take it personally! I will try and read at least one, though! I also like Motley. I'm not a huge Bon Jovi fan, but had a friend from Kentucky who was a diehard! I do have a lot of respect for them though, and I LOVE Livin' On a Prayer.
I write myself, but can't say I know what my style is as of yet. I guess I try to add a little humor where I can, lol. But I love research, so I am working on a couple of non-fiction books, as well as a novel set in the 80's. Oh! I have written ONE fan fic, but I've never shared it! 🤭
Here's the 30-day Band Challenge. I got it from vancruejovi. I'm so glad you reached out and want to do it! Keep listening to Guns N' Roses, and rock and roll. 🎸 (Rock is not dead.) And welcome to fandom, DD. 😘 ❤️ 😉
Love,
Flames 🔥
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Shadow Monster w/ Duff McKagan
She stuck to the shadows because who would want to see her in the light of day? Her face was a reminder of a bad thing that had happened to a good person. A scared little girl who had gotten attacked by the big bad wolf. His claw marks tore open her pale skin, leaving jagged scars on her face that people stared at for too long or flinched away from.
Once upon a time she was pretty. But now she was a monster. So she stayed in the shadows to avoid becoming someone else's nightmare.
As much as she stalked in the inky void of shadows, trying to avoid being the prey to someone else she had a predator following after her. His eyes hunting her as she moved along in quick bursts to escape sight, sticking to alleyways and fence lines that blocked her from view.
But he saw her.
He always saw her.
“Found you little darkness.” he threw down the cigarette, his car creeping along as she moved, headphones over her ears, hood pulled up to block out anyone from seeing her.
But Duff saw her. He always saw her.
They dubbed her little red riding hood in the papers. The girl with strawberry hair in eyes so big, brown with gold specks that stared at whoever had snapped the picture outside of court. She was only 18 years old and her eyes were endless pools of broken promises and pain. Duff had seen her, the case had taken over the media. Her mother had married someone who was more monster than man. He had attacked her, chained her up and beat her within an inch of her life. She had escaped through a window in the basement that had been broken by neighborhood kids playing a game of baseball. But as she tried to crawl out of the jagged broken space he had caught her ankle, dragging her through the sharp glass.
Her screams caught the attention of the kids hunting for their baseball. One of them had a cop for a father and she had been rescued within minutes after months of dark, dank basement.
Her freedom should have made her happy but Duff watched his obsession shrink and shrink, lurking with the nightmares in the dark. He had some sense of need to protect her, an obsession some would say to follow her around. Make sure she made it from the small boutique back home. Make sure her library books were returned on time. Change out the milk in her fridge so she didn’t eat anything bad, add a few boxes of pasta to her stash, replace the butter because she hates red sauce. Small things she noticed and appreciated but never questioned.
She thought she was crazy because even though she stuck to the shadows she was still afraid of the dark.
Duff waited outside her apartment, watched the light come on and her shadows moving around the place, checking for monsters that he had already cast out, before he climbed up the fire escape, taking up his perch outside her bedroom to peek in and make sure she was all set.
He had been bolder today.
And he watched her notice. Watched the way her hand touched the yellow tulip with the tip of her finger, stroking its petal with a look of confusion on her face. He had wanted to bring a little sunlight to her gloom. Give her a gift.
Once he had approached her on the street, tried to talk to her and introduce himself but it’s hard to let someone scared of showing her face let her know she’s the most beautiful girl in the world.
So he had to do this. Small little things to make her know that she was his soulmate.
Her fingers touched the card he had left for her, her eyes reading line by line.
‘I’m here when you’re ready’
Her hands trembled, the hood falling from her face as her scars came into view. Duff watched the way she sat hard on the bed, her back to him so he couldn’t see her beauty.
“Are you here?” she asked into the empty room, looking at the closet like he was going to come out of that. But he had boundaries. He wasn't going to come in uninvited when she was awake.
“Yes.” he whispered but it was loud enough for her to turn, sharply as she raised her hood, hiding from him as their eyes met through the window.
Her breathing was heavy, watching him like a caged animal waiting for him to attack her but Duff was here to love her, not to scare her anymore. He held up his hands, waiting for her to make a move.
She stood, moving towards the window, not opening the glass but it was so thin he could hear her from between the panes.
“You’re the man from the library. The one who said I was…” she couldn’t say the words.
“Beautiful.” he answered, not taking his eyes off of her. “You’re beautiful, Amara.” Her eyes blinked, her hands on the hood as she looked at him, trying to make sense of what this man was doing here.
Doug. Dan. Dally.
What was his name?
He was stalking her. She realized that. ALl the little things that had made her feel insane starting to make sense as this blonde man with eyes that were too kind stared through her window. He had called her beautiful before and he wasn't flinching away as he called her beautiful now.
Maybe she was a fetish to him.
She lowered her hood, watching the way his eyes stayed on hers. Not the scar. No flinching. Just her.
“Why me?” she whispered. She had fallen into the attention of a man who was supposed to protect her and love her mother. Had been hurt by the attention of someone else before and now here this stranger was, following her as she tried to hide in the shadows. Trying to bring life and light to her darkness.
“Because the first time I saw your picture and looked into your eyes I knew you were it for me, little darkness. I knew that I never wanted to see another bad thing happen to you. I wanted to be the sunshine to your rain, the stars to your night, the light to your life.” He wasn’t scared to tell her how enraptured he was with her, “I’ve followed you to make sure you’re safe. I’ve changed your smoke alarm batteries, made your bed when you forget in the morning, and even took the mouse out of the trap before you saw it. I just want to be there for you.” His hand reached out, touching the window glass.
Would she let him in?
“Do you watch me when I sleep?” He didn’t look away as he nodded his head, not ashamed of it. “WIll you watch over me tonight? I’m tired and scared.” She admitted it to him as he watched her, licking his dry lips as he nodded.
“I’ll always watch over you. You’re safe.” She nodded her head, kicking off her shoes as she climbed into bed and pulled the blankets over her, eyes on Duff’s as she watched him.
Her stalker.
Her eyes started drifting closed.
Or maybe he was the nightlight she needed to feel safe to sleep at night.
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Teach you a lesson
Modern! Axl Rose x Reader
My Masterlist.
Word Count: 613
Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.
Axl held you by the neck while making you take steps back without even knowing which direction you were going, it was only when you felt your head hit the wall that he finally stopped, his blue eyes stared at you with anger and desire at the same time, you knew you had disobeyed him, but you didn't imagine he would find out so quickly.
- You're a fucking whore. - He said in his frighteningly thick voice, without taking his hands off your neck, you started to run out of air.
A tear ran down your cheeks.
- Don't you dare fucking cry in front of me! - You held back your tears and felt Axl's hand roughly lift your skirt and go down inside your panties.
Of course you were wet, the more badly Axl treated you, the more horny you felt for him, and that made him even angrier.
- Tell me you slut... - Axl started saying as he shoved 2 fingers inside your pussy. - Who does this wet pussy belong to?
- To you baby. - You tried to caress his face but he grabbed your hand before you could touch him.
- To me? - He asked. - So tell me Y/n, why were you talking to someone I said you shouldn't talk to? Am I not man enough for you? - He screamed.
Axl turned your body backwards from him, facing the wall, and arched your back so that your ass was sticking up for him, you groaned in pain as he gave your ass the first slap, burning your skin, he didn't stop, the thick rings between his fingers made your skin hurt even more.
You could feel your pussy literally dripping wet as Axl slapped you, your face on the wall was soaked with tears, you couldn't take the teasing anymore, you wanted him to fuck the shit out of you. Axl put one finger in your mouth, and you sucked on it like you were sucking his cock, and once it was wet enough, he shoved it in your ass.
- Take it like a good girl. - He whispered repeatedly while fingering your asshole.
You could tell when even he couldn't take it anymore, his dick was almost bursting through his pants.
- Let me help you daddy. - You said when Axl finally allowed you to turn around and kneel in front of him.
He remained standing, holding your head as you unzipped his pants, you looked up for permission, but what Axl did was spit on his own dick right before he buried your head in, already making you choke, shoving his cock deep in your throat, you covered yourself in the pre-cum that was constantly leaking from his dick, licking all over its width and down to his balls, sucking them while using your hands to masturbate him. You reached your hand down to his nipple piercing, playing with it as you started to move your mouth up to his belly button, and then continued up until you reached his pecs, you kissed every inch of his skin, and nibbled on his nipple where the piercing dangled, which made him grunt. You guided Axl to the couch and sat down in front of him, rubbing your clit with one hand while the other was in your mouth.
- Please fuck me daddy! - You asked and Axl came closer, finally placing his cock against your pussy, but without fucking you yet, only masturbating himself.
You rolled your eyes and smiled when he finally started to push inside you, but your smile soon disappeared when you felt the warm liquid inside you.
- You didn't deserve it today, finish it yourself and clean up this fucking mess.
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the following is a sneak-peak of my guns n’ roses fan fiction, vivid video
You find an old video-tape in the storage room of geffen records. It has a note: play me.
You take the tape and put it into the vcr.
“Psst, hey you! Yeah you, come here. I’ve got a secret.” It’s 1988 and Guns N’ Roses are at the height of their career. Bet you didn’t know that the boys are hiding an adult film business and they want you! Join, if you dare!
the tv sparks and breaks
(story coming soon)
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guys send more fic requests
I have a bunch of Izzy ones but I have no requests for any other people yet!! I am writing for any band thanks!
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Famous (Axl Rose)
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Request from anon: modern Axl has a girlfriend that is also famous
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Y/N’s POV
“You got nominated for singer/songwriter of the year.” My manager, Devan, says to me over the phone.
I took up a job songwriting for musicians in Nashville a couple years ago. I wrote some of the biggest pop and country hits on the radio.
“Wh- what?” I asked in shock, putting a hand over my mouth.
Axl is looking at me with a worried look from his seat at our kitchen island.
“Yep, the ceremony is in two weeks!”
“Wow, that’s great.” I see Axl sigh out of relief that something isn’t wrong. “Thank you for calling!”
With that, I hang up.
“Okay, never scare me like that again.” Axl laughs. “I thought someone died.”
“Watch how you talk to the singer/songwriter of the year nominee.” I say proudly.
His eyes widen, jumping out of his seat excitedly.
“That’s great, babe!” He pecks my lips quickly, engulfing me in a hug.
“The ceremony’s in two weeks.” I say against his chest. “I’m so nervous. What if I have to give a speech?”
“You’ll be fine. Just pretend it’s just me and you.” He laughs, pulling me away from his chest but keeping me close.
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Later, at the awards ceremony
“The 2022 singer/songwriter of the year award goes to…. “Y/N!”
I feel like I’m frozen until Axl helps me up out of my seat.
“Congratulations, baby. Knock them dead.” He whispers.
I smile at him before I head up to the stage.
“Wow… I can’t believe this.” The crowd cheers. “Thank you so much. I want to give a special shout-out to my boyfriend, Axl Rose.” The crowd cheers louder and i glance at Axl, to which he gives me a smile and a wink. “He’s been my support system over the last few years. I wouldn’t be here without him. I also want to thank the company, and my manager Devan. Again, thank you so much.” I wave, walking back to my seat.
Axl meets me at the end of the aisle, grabbing my hand and leading me back to our seats.
“You did great, I told you that you would.” He whispers, gently squeezing my thighs before resting his hand there.
I’m feeling grateful for the life I have. I never thought a couple years ago I’d be a successful songwriter and dating a famous rockstar.
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