rocketqueen1989x

[rocketqueen1989x]

You and @whcrepawz are from the same country (england) in case you didn’t know 🤗🤗🤗 When are you two meeting up? 👀🤩

WHAT?

OMG I DIDNT KNOW THAT 🤭🤭🤭

@whcrepawz :3

[rocketqueen1989x]

My man 🖤

[rocketqueen1989x]

Can you please write a fic where Y/N is Duff's girlfriend and the two of them have a pointless argument and discussion almost every other night, followed by hot, dirty, angry sex. Oh yeah, and the other GNR boys are hearing everything because they live in the same apartment. With a bit of exhibition kink ;)?

𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓐𝓼 𝓟𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻

𝒹𝓊𝒻𝒻 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

it started — like almost every other night — with something stupid. this time? the damn bass

you walked into the living room to find Duff’s favorite instrument leaning against the couch again, not on its stand where it belonged

“Seriously?” you said, planting your hands on your hips “You’re just gonna leave it there? One wrong move and it’s hitting the floor”

from his spot in the armchair, long legs sprawled and hair falling into his eyes, Duff didn’t even look up from rolling a cigarette “It’s fine, babe. I’ve been doing this longer than you’ve been nagging me about it”

you felt your eye twitch “Oh, I’m nagging now?”

“Uh-huh” he licked the paper, slow and deliberate, before meeting your glare “Real sexy, though. Keep going”

that smug tone. that smirk. every time he used it, it made you want to throw something — or throw yourself at him

“God, you’re insufferable”

he just leaned back, smoke curling from his lips “Yeah but you like me this way”

the worst part? he was right. and he knew it

the argument snowballed laundry left in the hall your boots kicked off by the door the fact he ate the last cookie without asking

by the time you were standing over him, both of you flushed and breathing fast, it wasn’t about the bass anymore

“Oh, you’re really mad now, huh?” his voice dropped, lazy and deep “That why your hands are shaking?”

“I’m mad because you’re—” you cut yourself off when he stood, all six feet plus of him towering over you, close enough that the smell of smoke and his cologne was dizzying

he bent, lips brushing your ear “—because I’m what? Gonna fuck you until the whole apartment hears?”

from down the hall, a muffled voice — Slash — called out “If you’re gonna fight, just fight. I’m trying to sleep”

Duff’s smirk turned wicked “Guess we’re not fighting anymore”

you hated him when he got like this. hated the way he could flip your anger into heat in seconds. but when his hands slid down to grip your ass, pulling you flush against the growing bulge in his leather pants, you didn’t exactly push him away

“You’re disgusting” you muttered

“Yeah?” his fingers dug in “So are you”

then his mouth was on yours — rough, messy, all teeth and tongue — and you were stumbling back until the couch caught the backs of your knees. he didn’t break the kiss as he yanked your shorts down, making you kick them off with a growl

he dropped to his knees, spreading you open with no hesitation “Bet they can hear this” he murmured before dragging his tongue along you, slow at first, then faster when you gasped

from the other side of the wall “Are you kidding me?” Axl’s voice, sharp and irritated

you moaned louder — on purpose. Duff chuckled against you

“That’s my girl”

when his fingers joined his mouth, curling just right, your hips bucked without permission. he didn’t give you a chance to recover before he was standing again, undoing his belt in one smooth pull

“Turn around” he ordered, voice low enough to make your thighs tremble

you obeyed, bracing yourself against the couch as he pushed into you in one deep thrust that had you crying out — no preamble, no mercy

“That’s it” he groaned, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, the other sliding up to wrap around your throat “Let ‘em hear every fuckin’ sound you make”

the couch thudded into the wall with every thrust. your nails dug into the cushions. you knew the guys could hear — you wanted them to

Steven’s voice floated in, somewhere between horrified and impressed: “Jesus Christ, I’m sleeping at my girlfriend’s tonight”

you laughed — or tried to, but it came out a breathless moan as Duff fucked you harder, faster, chasing the rhythm that made the springs groan and your knees weak

when you finally came, it was loud, shameless — his name spilling from your mouth while he finished with a low, guttural growl, still pressed deep inside you

the silence after was broken by Slash again “If you two aren’t done in five minutes, I’m blasting Megadeth at full volume”

Duff just kissed your shoulder, still catching his breath “Tomorrow night” he whispered “we do it louder”

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[rocketqueen1989x]

Axl looks like a monster

Whatever you say anon…

The only monster thing about him is his third arm between his thighs 🤭😛

Ifykyk😙

[rocketqueen1989x]

you're so prettyyyy!!!!!

Awhhh thank you so much. I appreciate that 🤭😛

[rocketqueen1989x]

OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! i had no idea we’re only a few days apart omg??? I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER 💞💞💞💞💞

THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE!

Awhhh that’s cool asf. I had an amazing day and I hope you do too when your bday comes around <3

[rocketqueen1989x]

Voice reveal, when? Poookkie 🙃💗

Ooo🤭🤭

A voice reveal? Mmmm🤭 maybe

[rocketqueen1989x]

Ahh happy birthday, my dear 💝🥳🎉

Here have a rose for your birthday 🥀♥️

I JUST SCREAMED🤭

thank you so much bby🩷🩷

[rocketqueen1989x]

God , I love this man 🤣🤣

[rocketqueen1989x]

you’re fucking beautiful as fuck holy shit

omg thank you whoever you are 🤭🫶🏼

[rocketqueen1989x]

happy bdayyyy

Thank you so much 🖤

[rocketqueen1989x]

ik we don’t talk much but happy birthday darling! 🥳🫂

AWHH thank you so much<3 i appreciate it so much 🩷

[rocketqueen1989x]

AWHHH I LOVE YOU

HAPPY BIRTHDAY IZZZY

you are genuinely the reason I even got this app, you were just my first real friend in a while, I’ve never felt so comfortable and happy talking to someone, you are one of my best friends in the whole world, the day we see each other bitch, we are partying. HARD. I mean HARD BITCH hehehe, I hope 19 treats you so well, i am sending a box of poop to your house, (kidding) any who, I love you so much, you are such a sweet soul, you make me feel so seen and special, genuinely one of the best things that ever happened to me 🫶🏻💋

@rocketqueen1989x

[rocketqueen1989x]

ITS MY BDAY FUCKERS🤭🤭

[rocketqueen1989x]

I miss them :/

[rocketqueen1989x]

AWHHH I LOVE THIS

Hi! First of all, i wanna tell you that your fics are coolll!❤ Second of all, i have a request.fem readerxyoung Axl, even Bill Bailey where the reader is a rebel but her parents made her do twirling and she is a majorette for the Axl's basketball team and he falls in love with her.<333

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD REQUEST!! few months ago i wrote a story about Bill and my OC but unfortunately i won't publish it hehe BUT I will make some short, few chapters story with axl as bill

𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓷 𝓜𝓮 𝓡𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓡𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭

𝒶𝓍𝓁 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒 (𝒷𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓎) 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

the gym smelled like floor wax and stale popcorn — same as it did every Friday night before the town’s basketball games. your white boots squeaked on the court as you marched to the middle with the rest of the majorettes, sequins catching the overhead lights. perfect posture. perfect smile. the picture of small-town innocence

it was a performance and you hated every second

your parents said it would “keep you out of trouble” which only made you want trouble more. the only fun you got out of it was finding new ways to rebel without getting caught — fishnet tights under the skirt, eyeliner too heavy for the school’s dress code, cigarette hidden in your boot for later

from the bleachers, Bill Bailey leaned against the railing, long red hair tucked behind one ear, arms folded. he wasn’t supposed to be here — his team was in the locker room getting ready — but he’d slipped away, watching you like he had better things to do than warm up

and maybe he did

you caught him staring. not at your baton, not at the choreography, but at you. like he’d spotted something the rest of the town was too blind to see. you smirked mid-spin, breaking formation just enough to let him know you’d seen him

when the routine ended, you ducked into the hallway toward the water fountains — and there he was, leaning against the wall like he’d been waiting all along

“Majorette, huh?” his voice had that lazy Indiana drawl, equal parts teasing and curious “Didn’t think that’d be your thing”

“It’s not” you said, tugging off your gloves “It’s my parents’ thing”

he grinned, sharp and knowing “Figures. You don’t exactly look like the wholesome type”

“And you don’t look like the kind of guy who plays basketball” you shot back

that made him laugh, head tipping back “Touché. But I like to win… and I like trouble” his eyes dropped for half a second to the hint of fishnet peeking from your skirt hem “Something tells me you do, too”

your heartbeat spiked — not from being caught, but from the way he said it. low. certain. like he wasn’t asking

the game was over. Bill’s team had won, though you couldn’t have said by how much — you’d spent most of it watching him instead of the scoreboard sweat-darkened red hair clung to his neck, jersey clinging to his chest. and every time he glanced toward the sidelines, he’d find you already looking

the marching band packed up. the cheerleaders clumped together in squealing groups. you started toward the exit… until you felt fingers curl around your wrist

“Hey” Bill said, voice low, almost swallowed by the chatter around you

“Shouldn’t you be celebrating with your team?”

“I am” his mouth tipped into that half-smirk — the one that always made your pulse trip “You’re my celebration”

before you could answer, he was steering you toward the far side of the bleachers, where the shadows swallowed the noise. the wood underfoot creaked, the smell of dust and old gum hanging in the air

“You’re trouble” you whispered, but your voice wasn’t scolding — it was almost daring

he stepped closer, one hand braced on the wall beside your head “You say that like it’s a bad thing”

your back hit the cool metal support beam. he was close enough now that you could see the faint scatter of freckles across his cheekbones, the glint in his eyes

“You know” he murmured “I kept wondering if you were just a pretty girl in a sparkly uniform. But…” his gaze swept down, catching on the edge of your skirt, the black fishnets underneath “…I was right. There’s more”

“You’ve been watching me” you accused softly

“Every damn second” his grin was slow, dangerous “And I think you like it”

you didn’t get to reply before his mouth was on yours — warm, insistent, tasting faintly of cigarettes and adrenaline. your baton clattered to the floor, forgotten, as his hands found your waist, thumbs pressing into the curve of your hips

it was reckless. it was wrong. and when his fingers brushed the hem of your skirt, you realized you didn’t want him to stop

his lips moved against yours like he’d been waiting all night for it — not rushed, but hungry in a way that made your head spin. you clutched at his jersey, the faint heat of his skin seeping through the fabric, while the faint echo of voices carried from the other side of the bleachers

you broke the kiss for half a breath “Someone’s gonna see us”

“That’s half the fun” he said, smirk ghosting against your mouth before kissing you again, deeper this time

the wood above you creaked — footsteps, close enough to make your stomach drop. you both froze, listening to the muffled conversation overhead

“Bill?” someone called from the court “Coach is lookin’ for you!”

he didn’t move right away, just grinned like the devil himself and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear “Guess I gotta go before we give the whole town a show”

you tried to steady your breathing as he stepped back, already jogging toward the locker room. but halfway there, he looked over his shoulder, that smile still curling his mouth

“See you at the next game, majorette”

and just like that, you knew the spark between you wasn’t going anywhere — and maybe, just maybe, you didn’t want it to

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[rocketqueen1989x]

I agree ☝️ 😛

Just pull them down a little bit further