#gnr fan fiction

[thesmokingguns]

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.

[duffslut]

Be my daddy

Modern Izzy Stradlin x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 793

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

Taglist: @guns-n-roses-gal @a4tumnvenice @used-to-love-her-06 @changbinsdummythiccahrms @guitarsfan @em-21 @their80smichelle @svrgs-blog @rocketttqueennn @wiifitboard @unknownperson246 @fxcethestrange @lovergirl4slash @rottoneggs01 @metallical0ver @brunette-barbie4562 @appetiteforattitude @prettypersuasion @gyaas @nenynra @brezeblog @damianodavds @ch3rry-earrings @1-800-meth-blog @hauntedrosie @inkieink @rocketqueen1989x @rafesgirl7 @thatsoversace @maverickman5k @metallicaloverrr @xoxytoxinx @queenoftheundergroundscene @beebemarie @yourowngirlie @impuls1ve

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.

[rocketqueen1989x]

love sick

💋Izzy stradlin/reader💋

warnings : smut , soft smut , pet names and squirting

📍:LA

⏰: 10:06am

1988

***

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

[hollywoodroses]

Devil Inside (A Slash FanFiction)

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Izzy!” You called out to him.

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

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

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

-END OF SCHOOL DAY-

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

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

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

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

-LATER-

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

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

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

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

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

**********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**********

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

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

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

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

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

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

end

[unknownperson246]

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*

★・・・・・・★★・・・・・・★★・・・・★

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

[drpepper-lovers-blog]

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 )

[meikadonnelly]

{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.

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&lts 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)

[ascendthisday]

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.

[flkmoresluvr]

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.)

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

Not sure how true this is but the woman who filed that lawsuit against axl back in November last year 2 days before the bill expired for assault named Sheila Kennedy, axl has tried to dismiss the lawsuit since march and now her lawyers have discontinued the action with prejudice meaning it has been permanently dismissed and she can’t file again

Maybe there’s been a settlement but who knows

The court hasn’t decided yet. The case might proceed forward or the court is gonna sanction Kennedy for “engaging in frivolous conduct, making materially false statements, engaging in conduct undertaken primarily to harass and maliciously injure Defendant, and failing to conduct reasonable inquiry and diligence.”

I would like the case to be dismissed since there’s no evidence to back up her claims she made about Axl. Yeah, she has a book, but that’s not solid evidence, only words on paper, and anybody can create a story 🤷🏻‍♀️ Maybe it happened, maybe it didn’t, but one thing I know for certain is Axl claiming that Kennedy’s story is fictional. I prefer to believe his words only because he has advocated for honesty. He always criticized magazine articles for spreading lies about him in the papers, or twisting his words, and he didn’t condone that since a lot of GNR fans read those. He wanted the band’s public image, and his public image, to be realistic, not made up.

In one of my favorite GNR songs, Don’t Damn Me, there’s a line: 🎶 I'm the only witness to the nature of my crime 🎶 And it couldn’t be more true with Axl’s own life and the things he’s witnessed. So we can’t really say, “Axl is lying and Kennedy is telling the truth.” We don’t know that. It could be the opposite.

There hasn’t been any updates on the case, except for this article. I’ve heard Michelle Rhodes is trying to take Axl to court too. But I hope it all gets solved soon.

[rocknrollflames]

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 🔥

[thesmokingguns]

City of Stars Chapter One

Aya was sitting on her balcony, the curved wrought iron work done in the 20’s when LA was starting to boom and it was Hollywood glam. The buildings started reaching for the clouds like they were snatching at dreams like the people pouring into the city. Years later the glamor of LA had faded with only reminders of its former glory through hidden gems like her balcony. She liked to sit outside, bare feet hanging off the deck as she smoked her cigarette and counted the stars like some people would count sheep. If she closed her eyes she could still see them behind her eyelids and would trace them in her mind.

The small, two bedroom duplex she lived in was a little outside the city, close enough that she could go in and do whatever she wanted but far enough away that it didn’t get too loud at night and she could find her peace. Maybe that’s why her eyes focused on the car that was pulling slowly down her street, one light out as it limped helplessly around the curve with clanking and mechanical whirling that made her teeth want to grind together in irritation. The car stopped in front of her place, the boy around her age looking around a bit before she saw him reach for a blanket in the back and recline the seat a bit.

She tsked, eyes looking towards her neighbors who would surely call the cops on this stranger who was just trying to find a safe place to sleep. Back down her eyes went, looking at him with the youthful inexperience of someone who hadn’t had to live hard yet. Sleeping in his car was probably part of his whole adventure. He should have picked a different instrument because his drums filled up the backseat so he couldn’t sleep in a more comfortable place.

Aya knew better than to get involved and yet she was rising, stubbing out her cigarette in an ornate green glass ashtray before heading back inside her place. Her arms crossed, one hand going to her mouth as she chewed on her nails as she thought about what to do.

If he was dumb enough to sleep in his car- What would you want someone to do for you? -He can pay the consequences of his dreams - He needs a break.

She threw her hands up after the conversation she had with herself. Slipping on the worn slippers and reaching for her shawl, wrapping it around her body as she moved down the stairs thinking she should have grabbed a weapon in case he got touchy. Instead she moved to the garage, opening it up and looking around.

It was mostly empty, a few boxes around with holiday decorations or pieces she had picked up at garage sales that she planned to fix up and us to resell. Nothing that was valuable enough to her that she would bring it up into her home. But it could fit a car and it would be safer for the dumb kid than the unknown street he had picked to sleep. She picked up a screwdriver, wrapping her hand around it and covering it with her shawl as she moved to his car. She didn’t know him well enough and if he tried to do anything she would show him just how wrong of a place he had picked to spend the night in his car.

He had dyed black hair, she could see the roots in the stream of streetlights that were flooding him, a strong jaw, and his hands were thin fingered with a little baby fat he would lose after a few weeks of discovering hunger. He seemed so at peace in his car, like he didn’t realize that monsters lurked in shadows and danger spied from windows above. This was her last chance to back out but she caught sight of her neighbor, curtain pulled to the side as she peaked out, spying on what was going on, and she realized she needed to get him off the street now because they were being watched.

Her knuckles hit his window, hard enough that he jumped, looking around like he didn’t understand what was happening. Aya was momentarily jealous of how easy it had been for him to fall asleep. Sometimes she spent the whole night counting stars, waiting to be tired or counting out pills to help her fall asleep. In the morning she would pour a pot of coffee into a mug and use that as her elixir to stay awake. His green eyes looked up at her, eyes going forward and back to see if she was alone before rolling down his window. At least he had the basic understanding that there could be trouble out there.

“My neighbor is going to call the cops on you. I opened my garage, back in and you can stay there tonight in your car. Maybe set the drums outside so you can stretch out a little. I’ll leave it unlocked for you this week. There’s too many people out there that do more harm than good.” She stepped away from him as he looked at her, confused by her offer.

Since he had arrived there had been no one that had been nice to him. Now this girl was giving him a place to park his car and let him sleep without worry about the cops showing up. It seemed too good to be true and he wasn’t sure if this was a test and he would end up more hurt than braving it on the street.

“Do you want my name or anything if I’m going to be staying-”

“In the garage in whatever the hell, hunk of shit you’re driving.” Aya finished for him, looking at him with an expression of partial boredom, “And I don’t want your name.” She turned heading back into the building as he quickly followed her orders and back into the garage, shutting the door behind him and feeling safe in LA for the first time since his arrival.

Aya was upstairs, nervously fluttering around without letting herself believe that she was nervous. As someone who liked her space, liked the way it felt to come home and have the solitude of her home, the fact she had let that transient youth spend time alone in her garage suddenly made her worry that she was losing her mind. Why would she care if he had gotten the police called on him? What business of it was hers? None.

And yet, as she sat down, bringing the cigarette to her lips as she settled outside on the balcony, she looked down. The garage was closed now and the nameless boy was probably nestled in the backseat of his car. The thought of it made her smile despite her worries as she hoped that he knew that he could close his eyes tonight and wake up in the morning safe.

Izzy was settled down in the backseat of his car, his last cigarette of his pack between his lips as he smoked in the darkness of the garage. What a strange day it had been for him. Only his third day in LA and he had been to a few tryouts for bands. It had been overwhelming to him to see so many postings for bands looking for people. It was like opportunity had spit itself into his lap.

He was thinking of the band he had tried out with Naughty Women who seemed the most like him: young and hungry for music. At the end of the day fame was cool but making good music, that was what he wanted to do. To Izzy making music was like breathing, there wasn’t a day that went by that he couldn’t do it. Notebooks stuffed in an old army backpack were filled with ideas that he was still a bit too shy to show anyone but it was the creative process that he craved. The way music helped him be himself.

His mind wandered as he thought of the mystery women who had let him into the garage. She had to be his age but the way she held herself she seemed so assured of who she was and comfortable with her life in a way that had made him feel safe. Her dark hair had been twisted in a circular bun on her head, scattered pieces falling out in a way that felt beautiful. She had been wearing that dark burgundy colored shawl with velvet swirls and tassels on it over a thin black silk slip that hung from her tall figure. She had to bend down when she knocked like the police on his window and he had caught sight of her soft mocha cappuccino skin and her eyes. He had stared into the dark eyes of hers and felt the haunting of all the terrible things that were out there. But she had been kind and Izzy had already started to forget how beautiful kindness was from the time away from home.

That thought made him stop as he took a shaky breath, the last bit of his cigarette starting to turn to ash. This was the first night he had been in LA and thought he was home. Even if it was a garage at least he was safe within four walls. Maybe home looked different here. Maybe home wasn’t a bedroom in a place surrounded by his family. Maybe home was safety and kindness. Maybe home was a new beginning and this is where he started.

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[duffslut]

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.

[hollywoodroses]

Forgive Me, Father (a jon bon jovi fan fiction)

(co-starring richie sambora as the reader’s best friend & slash as a therapist)

warnings: religion, age!gap, heavy smut including exhibitionism & daddy kink, mention of age!play. language, fem!slash and knife play. Minors, please DO NOT interact!

Please comment if I should write a sequel ����

It was Sunday morning, the day you dreaded. You look in the mirror as you put your hair in an up-do. Once you are finished you slide on a garter belt with a small knife under your skirt.

You had over heard that there was a new pastor at your church. You hoped that he at least had a nice smile as the last pastor was like a grandpa to you which made you gag.

A knock was heard at the door as you finished tying your blouse. You walked to the door, when you opened it you saw it was your best friend Richie. You had met him in your freshman year in high school and feel like brother and sister. He was always there to pick up the pieces and get you out of trouble. Now in your senior year, you were one warning away from expulsion.

“Hey, Richie”. You said with a smile.

“What are you up to, Y/N. I hope you are not about to cause trouble”.

Richie was always two steps ahead of you. It was like he could read your mind.

You laughed as you grabbed a jacket and joined Richie on the walk to church. Your parents volunteer there so you will meet them later.

Once you got closer to the church, you saw what looked like a young man. ‘Wait, he’s not young.’ you thought to yourself. ‘He looks like 40’.

“Fuck not again.” You cried as Richie laughed. “What is this? First an ancient old pastor, now one that just looks like a daddy? Fuck, my life”.

“Stop, bitch. Don’t even start”. Richie told you seriously as he rolled his eyes.

You put on a fake smile as you walked up to greet your new pastor.

When you got to the front door, you are surprised at how young and attractive the pastor is. You started to think dirty thoughts about him. You brushed it aside as it was your turn to greet him.

“Oh, hello. What is your name little lady”. He asked softly.

‘Fuck, his voice’. You thought to yourself.

“Y/N.”

“Well, It’s such a nice day for a chat with jesus. If you need to talk, confession is always open after hours. My name is Pastor Jon, by the way”. He explained to you.

You are sure he looked at the way you are dressed. Why else would he suggest you confess to him? It’s like he can see right through you.

*****

You took your seat next to Richie after saying ‘hi’ to your parents. You prefer to sit with your friends at the back of the room.

As Pastor Jon gave his sermon on the devil’s seduction and why it harms youth you started to fall asleep. You were thankful he couldn’t see you.

Richie nudged your shoulder and you suddenly decided to listen.

While listening to Pastor Jon you felt yourself get wet as your thoughts for him turned dirty. You are shocked that you would think such evil things about him, like how you wanted him to rail you roughly and treat you like a small child.

You couldn’t take looking at him anymore. When you left quietly and got to the restroom, you locked yourself in a stall and proceeded to remove your panties and touch yourself. As you were in your own little world you heard a girl walk into the restroom. In shock you quietly whispered ‘daddy’ and climaxed.

“Excuse you, someone’s excited.” She announced as she opened the toilet stall.

You are angry so you grab the knife that is in your garter belt and storm towards her.

“You bitch, you didn’t see anything here.” You said as you held the knife to her throat.

Taking your hand to ruffle through her hair, you put your hand on her face “You’re cute, do you know that?” As you were about to kiss her, you paused. You didn’t want to frighten her but there was so much built in sexual frustration you needed her.

Putting your hand around her neck, she made the first move and kissed you. As the kissing got heated, she put her knee against your bare clit that was under your skirt and rubbed against you. You moaned in her mouth and she used this opportunity to lick your tongue. Worried you both would get caught, you broke the kiss and saw that there was a string of saliva connected to your lips.

“Wow.” The girl muttered in shock. “You are incredible.”

You took a pen that was on the side of the sink and wrote your number on her wrist. “Call me.”

Leaving the restroom, rushing back so Richie wouldn’t worry too much about you.

*****

Back at home, you met with your new friend, Trixie. You wanted, no needed her advice on how to make a move on Pastor Jon.

Meeting his wife earlier that day, you felt jealousy towards her. Feeling like you wanted to rip her hair out. ‘Or maybe make her watch as you fucked her husband’. You think to yourself.

“I know what you can do…” Trixie explained as she whispered the possible dirty encounter in your ear.

“I love it!”

You pecked her lips to say a silent thank you. You will make your move on the Pastor after hours later that day.

*****

It is after hours as you entered the chapel. Confession time is open which means it’s time to make your move on Pastor Jon. Corrupt him as you share your deepest and darkest secrets. You smile wickedly as you walk over to the confessional booth.

You walked slowly to the booth and when peeking inside you saw your target. You opened the door to the booth and sat inside.

“Forgive me father for I have sinned. It’s my first confession. You see, I can’t stop thinking about you.” You confessed to Jon.

“I have this fantasy that you pull my hair and fuck the brat out of me”.

As you explained your feelings to him, your hand crept into your skirt and you began to finger yourself. “God, daddy. Don’t you see, I want you?”

Before you hit your climax, the door to the booth is opened with force and Pastor Jon pulls you by the arm in anger.

He pushes you against a near by wall with his hand around your neck. “I know you’ve been watching me, bitch. Are you seriously that needy”. He asked you as his hand rubbed up your leg and his fingers ended up drenched in your cum after he lightly touched your clit.

When Jon noticed his fingers were wet from your excitement, he looked at you seductively in the eyes as he licked his fingers clean. You gasped as you are shocked at his actions towards you.

As your hands moved to his pants you felt him suck a hickey on your neck. You closed your eyes as your body started heating up. You needed Pastor Jon inside you, suddenly you unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. You slowly rubbed your clit against his member and when you gave permission with a simple ‘yes’, he roughly pushed himself inside you. Your moans got louder as he f**ked the brat out of you like you wanted him to.

After a few moments in bliss, you heard the door open. “Y/N”. It was Richie calling for you. Jon put his hand around your mouth to silence you as you climaxed and squirted all over the floor. He had to hold you up or you would pass-out.

“What the hell is this?” A voice said as you ruffled your hair out of your face.

“Richie, he attacked me. He’s been obsessed with me since we met”. You explained to your friend.

“You…” Richie responded as he charged at the Pastor and punched him in the face for hurting you.

As the hussle happened, you put on Richie’s cardigan that was left on one of the pews.

When Richie was satisfied, he walked up to you and held you in an embrace as you both walked away.

“You, monster!” Pastor Jon, yelled. “You are the devils child.”

You turned back to look at him with an evil smile as you winked.

*****

That was a few weeks ago, you continued to go back to the Pastor and started an illicit love affair. You both kept it hidden for six months but after being caught by your mother this time. She saw you tied up and blindfolded to a desk. She felt you were disturbed, so your parents along with Richie’s support admitted you to a hospital where a doctor/therapist would do tests on why you had dark/sexual feelings towards your Pastor.

Today you are going to meet Dr. Hudson. He was newly graduated from university and doing his thesis on sexual obsession. The higher-up bosses felt that meeting you would be good for him.

You waited in a dark room that has a mirror on one side. You kept looking at your watch as time went by slowly. After what felt like hours, the door finally opened to reveal a young man with a serious expression.

When he looked at you, you started to feel dirty. Your mind had a million thoughts about him at once. One thought stood out from the rest and you decided to make it a reality when the time is right.

“Hello Miss. Y/LN, my name is Dr. Hudson but you can call me Saul. You made your family a bit worried. For the next few months, my team and I will be doing some tests on you. No need to be frightened, you’ll be good as new once I am finished with you”.

You shook your head as you swear you saw him smile. Does me know what you are thinking?

You decided to say ‘Fuck it’ as you made your move.

While Dr. Hudson was sitting on a chair, you walked up to him and proceeded to sit in his lap. “I’m all yours.” You told him as you smiled. You slowly tilted your head as you moved your lips closer and you lightly kissed his neck. When you heard him drop his notepad, you know you have him in the palm of your hand. You smiled at him as you moved to kiss his lips and as he put his hands around your waist the kiss deepened and you used this opportunity to suck on his tongue. You felt yourself get wet, you were dripping with excitement as you completely forgot about your obsession with Pastor Jon.

******

Meanwhile, Jon knew you are dangerous and he worried for his family’s safety from you.

One night he and his wife quietly left home and boarded a plane to New Zealand where he knew you would never find them. Or would you?

the end

[unknownperson246]

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