#guns n roses

[grlcarcass]

baby

Slash getting all blushy and kicking his feet at the scary sleepover (2017)

[eledhwen01]

[grlcarcass]

me and my bsf fried in class:

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Slash tit sucking comfort fluff?

this sentence would kill a Victorian child

A/n: if the things you say/do don’t kill Victorian children what are you even doing?

Warnings: slight smut, tit sucking, mostly fluff, if you think i missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You hadn’t been dating Slash all that long, a few months and it was mostly because he needed a place to stay. Guns had just gotten signed and we’re working on their first record.

The house they were stuck in was annoying, the band was annoying. Always playing was fun but Slash needed something, a break, a leave. It was too much socializing for him. When you called and said you were coming over he almost yelled at you. Almost.

Slash wasn’t a yeller, he wasn’t one for argument’s, and this wasn’t that big of a deal. You were his girlfriend coming over to see him because he’d been away for a while. He had to be nice, you were nice, he liked you.

He wasn’t the one to greet you when you got there, and it was immediately a mess. Duff opened the door and was high, the house smelled of weed. He welcomed you in and told you Slash was locked away in his room and wasn’t taking any visitors but that you could go see him.

You were hesitant at that, if he didn’t want to see anyone you wanted to give him space, but you also wanted to see him, so you found his room by following the guitar. He was just playing his favourite songs, songs his dads friends showed him, each had a special story to him that he would tell you while you helped him sober up after a long night of partying.

“Slash?” You asked, knocking on the door. “Saul, can I come in?” The playing stopped and was followed by silence. You thought about just leaving now but then he spoke up.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He sounded tired, you really didn’t want to go in, he was having a hard time and you didn’t want to make it worse by bothering him. Still, you pushed the door open and walked in, closing it behind you. “Lock it.” He said, you listened.

The door clicked and you went over to him on the bed. There were two twin sized beds and a pullout set up, Slash was on the bed in the corner with his guitar in his lap and a cigarette between his lips.

You went over to him and sat down slowly, looking around nervously, feeling your skin crawl with bedbugs already. “Isn’t it pretty?” He asked humourlessly.

“It’s… something.” You said, smiling softly at him. He didn’t seem to be in the mood. “Tired?” You asked, reaching to brush his hair out of his face. He pulled away at first but relaxed, there wasn’t a reason to pull away, he had to remind himself to be nice. “It’s ok if you’re tired, Saul.” You assured, moving closer to him.

He let sighed softly and shrugged. “I’m not tired, I’m just done.” He grumbled, taking the end of the bud from his lips and stamping it out on the nightstand. “I don’t want to be here anymore, I thought being signed was gonna be big and cool, right now it’s just… it’s driving me fucking insane.” You nodded in understanding, listening intently as he complained.

Slash wasn’t much of a talker but you kept pushing his hair aside, the way you leaned in and kissed his temple. It was warm and comforting, the door was locked and it was safe with you, you weren’t in the band, you weren’t in on the record, you were here for him. He could talk to you, at least a little.

His guitar was set aside, the amp turned off. You kept playing with his hair as he laid his head on your lap. When you came you were expecting sex because, well, it’s Slash, but being here you were fine just letting him talk; although, that was dying down and he was staring at your chest.

“Axl, you know, he’s been held up in his room for, like, a week…” He mumbled, hand rubbing on your side.

“Saul,” you started, “do you want something?” You asked, smiling softly down at him.

He stared at you for a moment before shaking his head. “No, I’m tired.” He said, hand sliding down to your hip, slipping under your shirt.

You thought about it, still just playing with his hair. “You know, sucking on things is calming, it’s why we give babies pacifiers, right?” You said, letting him lift your shirt up.

“And tits…” He mumbled, finishing your thought.

You chuckled and nodded. “Saul, do you want something?” You asked again. He reached around you and unclipped your bra, you adjusted to be laying down more, letting him get comfortable and suck on your nipple.

You checked the door occasionally, knowing it was locked but still panicking when you heard footsteps. You cradled his head in your arms, he seemed content. When you got there he was tense and angry, now he was muttering sweet things and falling asleep in your arms.

“Little weirdo.” You teased, noticing him falling asleep. Maybe you’d have to come by more frequently.

[diamondtr4shangel]

he’s fucking gorgeous

[velvetvixenette]

Izzy with Stevie and his wife Carolina, early 00s.

[qualcunosworld]

izzy is such a mood i can’t

[slash-wife]

We definitely need to talk about it more ☺️

we actually don’t talk about this enough

[hollywoodroses]

I low-key wanna write a guns n’ roses fan fiction where reader is new to the sunset strip. she befriends gnr and she’s quiet, innocent, cute, shy and keeps to herself so the band take her under their wing. (they wanna protect her from other horny bands). then something will happen and the boys will become obsessively hooked on her.

I seem to be on a roll with these story ideas 🤭

what do you think?: @hailsbellsl @rentherainbringer @ccucumberx @velvetvixenette @lagunz @tobbesdiscordkitten @akbeuus @broidobe @brunette-barbie4562 @jezcat-18 @ginsengkitten @snakepitgunner @californiaahunny @duffrosemckagansslut @grlcarcass @heartzforizzy @losangelesdarling @unknownperson246 @therockstarsmuse @thefairyloveschaos @yeotozaki

[californiaahunny]

Hiii, loved your slash fic! Saw the requests open, may I ask for something similar with either duff or izzy? anything you prefer to be honest <3

your girl , izzy stradlin x fem!reader

call me late if you wanna get high

☆ summary: song writing isn’t the most effortless process but time with your guitarist is

☆ warnings: 18+ content, mdni. smoking. suggestive content but more on the fluffy side tbh.

☆ authors notes: um hi!!!! i honestly had super fun writing this & adding it to the singer x band member saga lol. i hope you enjoyed, thank u for requesting <333 also im not the most educated on the song writing process so go easy on me 🫣🫣

the, once baby blue, california sky was painted orange fading into yellow, shading every building with a shining cast, including the story your apartment was on. the apartment you rarely spent a constant time in, usually on the road and a tour bus.

the soft melody playing throughout the living room traveled up your spine as the wood panels beneath you kissed at your bare feet. your row of teeth chewed on a manicured nail, your chest vibrating with the soft hum in you.

you paced in attempt to find something that felt like you, an endless search through the tune.

gray smoke followed you like a shadow, falling from the blazing cigarette carefully sitting between the lips of the man on the rugged leather of the sofa. strands of dark hair fell over his eye sight while his fingers did all the work, adding to the lyrical search.

for a moment, he glanced up, eyeing your legs moving from one direction to the other. your eyebrows were pinched together, lips pursed before clamping your teeth over the bottom flesh.

you mumbled a few words to your self, some potential lyrics but nothing stuck.

“fuck,” you groaned, partially to yourself but the guitarist noticed, halting his motions and immersing the two of you in silence.

“don’t rush it, baby,” izzy spoke softly, plucking the cigarette from his lips and exhaling. he spoke so coolly, like your career wasn’t relying on the art you made with him and it’s anticipation.

you simply stare at him, big doe eyes full of impatience and weary while a minuscule pout etched onto your lips absentmindedly. he notices your shoulders drop before giving you a flash of sympathy, patting the material of the couch he occupied.

“c’mere,” he encourages. your vision glances down to his big palm, taking steps and slowly advancing towards him. izzy’s calloused hand reaches out to you, thick fingers pulling at your dainty ones, pulling you down to his level.

you obliged, knees gently dipping into the couch to fully face him. his dark orbs latch onto your skin, like thorns on a rose, dragging down every inch of you.

there was a moment of silence before you spoke up.

“i’m gonna write a song about you one day,” you murmur, the corners of your lips quirking up as your finger tips inched their way towards the strands of hairs framing his eyes.

he slightly raises his eyebrows, “is that so?”

you let out a giggle, your head nodding up and down. you let your body lean forward, hands crawling to plant on his jean-clad thighs.

“my muse,” you grin, placing a peck on his pink lips. his body vibrates from his deep chuckle before you gently grasp the guitar still in his embrace. getting the hint, izzy mirrors your actions and helps place the prized possession to the side.

with that moment, the air switches; erasing the jaded feelings. your skin warms up, one leg swinging over his lap to cage him in. rough palms slither up your exposed thighs, hiking up the hem of your sundress.

your chest immensely rises, a breath falling from your plump lips. a lustful haze over takes you as izzy’s touch gradually keeps getting higher.

your lashes flutter shut, skin on your sides, on top of the material of your clothing. the lingering smell of smoke remained around him, laced on his tongue as he guided you to lock his lips to yours, cradling the back of your neck.

your palms slid down his chest, body tingling with satisfaction. his digits dig deeper into your hair, giving a slight tug against your scalp. you smile into the kiss at the feeling, the feeling of him being engulfed in the heat.

you briefly pulled away, eyes flickering to his lips, residue of your lipstick lingering. the pad of your thumb gently rubs against them, not to get it off but to admire your mark on him.

“you’re my girl,” izzy whispered, voice gravely as his pools of hazel bored into you. he watches you shake your head, an amused smile etching onto your features.

your cheeks flush, “stop it,” you place a kiss on the corner of his lips, gradually moving down to the delicate spot between his neck and his jaw. izzy’s head lolls to the back of the sofa, entering a blissful state with every inch of him being covered by you and your touch.

“you are, you’re my girl,” his hooded lids peer down before his big hand smooths back the strands falling on your forehead head and back against the curve of your skull. izzy languidly pulls you into him, your ear against his heartbeat faintly pounding against his ribs.

it was intimate, your mind against his heart as your body fell limp, curling into his embrace. his palm continued to comfort you, putting your mind that was once worked up, to ease. yet that was all a minuscule moment now.

your body rose and fell with your breaths, the guitarists other hand falling slack across your body.

“always gonna be my girl,” he mumbled, words lazily slurred against his tongue.

you hummed in response, you were his girl now and you’ll be his girl then.

[broidobe]

𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤

requested

☾you have axl and duff wrapped around your finger, teasing them until they’re desperate, needy, and utterly at your mercy☽

☾warnings: heavy teasing, dom!reader, begging, degradation, light praise, competition for attention, slight overstimulation, filthy filth☽

𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ᡣ𐭩 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝜗𝜚 𝓰𝓾𝓷𝓼 𝓷 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

axl's already panting, flushed from his cheeks down to his chest, arms shaking where he's propped up on the bed. duff isn’t doing much better, biting his lip so hard it’s nearly white, hips twitching forward in a way that’s honestly a little pathetic. they look ruined, and you’ve barely even touched them.

“look at you two,” you murmur, dragging a lazy finger down axl’s throat before shifting to duff’s sharp jawline, tapping his chin like you’re considering something. “you’d do anything, huh?”

“yes,” duff blurts out first, voice all breathless, needy, his hands gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles turn pale. “yes, fuck, please—”

axl whines at that, tilting his head up like he’s offended that duff got the first word in. “n-no, fuckin’—me first,” he stammers, shifting closer. “been good, been—i’ve been fuckin’ good, haven’t i?”

you click your tongue, tilting your head in mock sympathy. “good? you sure about that, baby?” your hand grips his jaw, just enough pressure to make him gasp, his pretty lips parting instinctively. “good boys don’t get so desperate so fast. good boys wait.”

duff lets out a little choked noise at that, rubbing his thighs together like it’ll do anything. axl, of course, glares at him like he’s about to bite. “he’s worse than me,” axl argues, and you can’t help but grin.

“you’re both fucking pathetic,” you coo, voice dripping with mock sweetness as you let your hands trail down, teasing but never quite giving in. “so needy you can’t even think, huh? just sitting there, waiting for me to make the decisions for you.”

axl swallows hard. duff lets out something close to a whimper.

yeah, you’ve got them exactly where you want them.

but you’re not done yet.

you shift, letting your fingers barely graze over their thighs, the lightest, most infuriating touch that makes axl’s breath hitch and duff’s hands tremble. “look at you,” you hum, trailing a single nail down duff’s stomach, feeling him twitch under your touch. “so easy to ruin.”

axl shudders, shifting even closer, his voice bordering on a whimper. “please—“ he starts, but you’re quick to press a finger to his lips, silencing him instantly.

“you don’t get to beg yet,” you warn, your voice low and firm, and fuck, the way axl melts at that—his eyelashes flutter, his whole body trembling slightly. duff exhales sharply, his hips twitching again like he can’t even help himself.

“please,” duff tries next, his voice rough, wrecked, and you tilt your head, watching him with a slow, satisfied smirk.

“please what, sweetheart?” you prompt, dragging your nails lightly across his ribs, just enough to make him shiver. “use your words.”

axl glares at him like he’s offended that duff’s trying to take the lead, but there’s no real fire behind it—not when he’s practically in the same wrecked state. you glance between the two of them, feeling their bodies tense under your hands, knowing you could drag this out as long as you wanted.

and you might just do that.

“what’s the matter?” you tease, trailing your fingers over axl’s cheek before turning back to duff. “too desperate to think? too dumb to form a proper sentence?”

axl makes a tiny, strangled sound in his throat. duff groans, eyes squeezing shut for a second before fluttering open again, pleading. completely at your mercy.

“that’s what i thought,” you murmur, leaning in just enough to make them chase your touch. “keep being good, and maybe—maybe—i’ll give you what you want.”

[hailsbellsl]

please have mercy on me…

[grlcarcass]

Axl “Pushin The Whip” Rose

[velvetvixenette]

I’ll forever adore his beautiful smile. 💌