#guns n roses x reader

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

No Nut November - Slash

A/n: This is my personal favourite but that might just be because Slash is my favourite, him and duff... might have to write something with the both of them...

Warnings: Smut, no nut November, oral sex(f receiving), fingering(f receiving), cum eating, slight breeding kink??, if you think I missed anything please let me know otherwise enjoy the final part to this short series :3

Intro

To be honest, he had no idea what the bet was. He tuned everything out and didn’t think twice about it. Axl called him later and told him no fucking before Steven. That made no sense to him and he just went home to go about his time.

When he got home he tried to explain it to you over dinner. Which was hard when he didn’t know what he was talking about in the first place. He managed to get the point across about not having sex for the month of November, you were upset but given the circumstances let it pass. You didn’t want to be missing out on a whole month of sex, however something you hadn’t thought about until the next.

You were downstairs making breakfast, as per usual because your manchild doesn’t know how to cook. Frankly you don’t want him to try, you like your house nice and not burn down. You were getting the plates set up when you remembered you had to go out of town for a family thing.

You rushed upstairs to your shared bedroom and found Slash stretched out over the bed. You gently shook him awake and told him about it. “So even if we wanted to do something we couldn’t!” You exclaimed. Slash stared at you blankly, clearly not awake.

“Alright.” He mumbled and face planted into his pillow. You smiled at him, brushing his hair out of the way and giving him a kiss on his forehead.

“Breakfast is ready, by the way.” He groaned.

You went about your day as you usually did, taking some time to pack your bags. You crawled into bed with Slash and he curled up nice and tight to you for a last night together before you left in the morning, likely before he’d wake up for breakfast.

Since you weren’t home for the majority of the month this challenge was easy for you. Slash called whining about it to you more than once but nothing ever actually happened, more often than not one of you would end up talking the other to sleep which was more than welcomed.

When you got back it was between him and Izzy but that was quick to end. Slash came home tired and hugged you from behind while you were cooking. “Izzy’s out.” He mumbled into the crook of your neck.

“Oh, yeah?” You responded. “That means you’re the only one left, right?” Slash was silent for a moment as he thought about it. In the end he never did give you an answer.

Slash dropped to his knees behind you and pulled your pants down. “When the fuck did you get these?” You looked down at him, cheeks red and brows raised in confusion. Slash shook his head and tore your panties off of you before forcefully spreading your legs and licking your flushed cunt.

You abandoned your cooking, turning the stove off while you could as Slash’s tongue worked tirelessly between your folds. You gasped at the feeling, holding onto the counter as he held you down on his face. He sucked your clit and dipped his tongue into you, eating you up so deliciously you could’ve cum right then and there.

Slash pulled back and stood up behind you, harshly bringing you to the island behind you so he could bend you over it. He pulled himself out of his jeans and gave his cock a few strokes as he stared down at your ass. “Been waiting too long for this.” He gleamed in that soft, raspy voice of his before pushing himself all the way into you.

He groaned loudly behind you while you let out a high pitched whine against the cold marble under you. He didn’t waste a single moment before pounding into you, gripping your hips with a bruising hold.

Oftentimes Slash wasn’t quiet, especially when he was needy or pent up and right now he was both. The house filled with echoed sounds of skin slapping on slick skin, your whines and Slash’s grunts and moans.

Your body bounced up and down the island surface with every thrust. Slash couldn’t take his eyes off of where your bodies met, where he disappeared into you before pulling out and pushing back in. He watched in pure amazement as you took him all in with ease.

“Slash! Slash, ‘m gonna-gonna cum!” You whined, hands twitching as your body quickly lost control of itself.

“Fuck, me too, ‘m gonna cum inside.” He said and with a few more thrusts he sent you over the edge. Your body quivered as you squirt on his dick. Slash followed you over and came inside you, coating your gummy walls in a thick layer of his seed just as he said he would.

Of course he didn’t even think to give you a moment to recuperate. He pulled you up and spun you around to face him, crashing his plump lips against yours. You could still taste yourself on his tongue as it danced with yours, saliva mixing together and dribbling down your chin in his haste to feel good.

He groped your body, ass, chest, whatever he could reach. He pulled you tight to him and tugged on your skin, slapping your ass and shoving a finger or two into you just to make you squirm. He hoisted you up onto the counter, lined himself up and slid into you, getting into a rhythm and hitting that spot in you that had you seeing stars.

Fuck, you loved the way he made you feel. His mouth never left you as he rut into you like a dog, desperate for release once more. He was a whining mess as he got closer, in turn bringing you closer as well.

You moaned loudly in his ear while he sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck. One of his hands was buried in your hair, tugging on it gently, while the other went to rub your clit, overstimulating you a bit.

You gripped his shoulders. Your nails dug into his back and without warning he came in you again. He paused for a moment, cock still stuffed deep inside of you as he processed what just happened. Once he had, at least mostly, he continued fucking you. He’d lost any sense of rhythm and you were sure he was overstimulating himself at this point so you gently pushed him back.

“‘M ok, Slash, don’t have to keep going.” You assured, though you weren’t thrilled with the idea. Slash stopped again and pulled out and went back on his knees. His lips suctioned to yours as he ate you once more, though now he was licking his own cum out of you. He didn’t seem to care, all his mind was set on was making you cum and when his lips latched onto your clit and sucked, his tongue swirling around it while he looked up at you with the sweetest puppy eyes you couldn’t help it.

You squirted on his face, your cum mixing with his as it hit his chin, getting in his mouth. He didn’t pull away until he was sure you were done.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around you, burying his sticky face in the crook of your neck. He pulled you off the counter but your legs were shaking so bad you couldn’t hold yourself up. Slash wasn’t in much better condition and slowly lowered the both of you to the ground so he could hold you properly.

[skinomyteethh]

I can’t stop thinking abt sub slash I need a fanfic if that’s possible.

₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘ moaning like a bitch

﹗pairing; slash x fem! reader

★🎸 summary: sub! slash :3

★ contains/warnings: sub! slash. dom! fem! reader. oral (f. receiving). handjob. mentions of degradation and praise. spelling/grammar mistakes maybe.

★ authors note: I'm so fuckin sorry for not posting in a while everything is so hectic rn.

✩ ᵕ̈ ིྀ ! due to his confident and laid-back stage persona combined with his heavy drinking habits and drug consumption many people believed slash to be an egotistical, dominating man, yet behind closed doors he was the complete opposite when he was alone with her. with [name] slash felt small, submissive, even delicate and dainty. it was strange.

he didn't know how or why he was feeling these things towards her, these sexual whims to follow her ever command to just appeared as soon as he laid eyes on her, he needed to be hers, desperately.

his bare back was against her semi-clothed chest. she trailed her right hand down his chest, caressing his bare skin, her left hand toying with his plethora of necklaces. shortly after, he right hand continued to trail down, gently wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. a soft, pleading whine escaped slash's lips at the newfound sensation.

[name] stroked him at an awfully slow pace, his whines and moans filled the previous silence of the bedroom. her soft, warm hand trailed up from the base to the tip of his cock. it was a dark red hue, dribbles of pre-cum leaking from the slit, trailing down towards his neatly shaven base. his mouth was opened a-gape, continuous plead escaping his plump red lips.

he fidgeted at the pleasure, his hands clawing at the now messed up white bedsheets. slash felt absolutely pathetic, so vulnerable. he was moaning and crying like a bitch, it was truly an incredible, lustful sight. her warm lips pressed softly against his ear, muttering a myriad of praises as well as degrading words and expressions.

'you're such a good boy for me' , and 'you're a pathetic little bitch' were just some of the many praises and degrading words that escaped [name]'s lips and were directed at him. despite the words being rather simple they turned him on so much and only pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

the pace of her stroking abruptly quickened, lewd sounds of his pre-cum getting smothered up and down his length, causing it to glisten beautifully. slash rested his head back against her shoulder, biting his bottom lip, his brown eyes half-lidded, he seemed overcome by lust.

his hands reached up to her forearm, clawing at it as the pitch of his moans began to rise. slash's eyes trailed to her lips, his plump ones parting as he attempted to catch his breath, [name] innocently smiled at him, leaning her head down. the two shared a messy kiss, spit streaming down the their chins. he pushed himself back against her, bucking his hips.

a multitude of curse words escaped his lips and without warning spurts of thick, white cum spilled from his cock, landing on slash's stomach and chest area as well as the palm of [name]'s hand. he panted, breathlessly, glancing up at her as she deliciously and rather pornographically licked his cum off of her palm, somewhat savoring the slightly salty taste. her clean left hand grabbed his chin, moving his head up, passionately kissing his bitten pink lips.

throughout the span of the kiss he could faintly taste his own cum. he moan slightly at the flavor, pulling away from the kiss. a string of saliva now connecting their tongues as they parted away from one another. slash then placed a hand on her shoulder, making her lay down against the mountain of pillows.

he slotted his head in-between her plush thighs, gripping the flesh. his pink tongue stuck out of his mouth as he licked a stripe from her clit down to her entrance, continuously focusing his tongue on her sensitive clit. once again praises escaped her lips, her hands, tightly grasping onto the roots of his curls, grinding her hips against her face.

slash simply laid in place, letting her somewhat ride his face and pleasure herself. her pleasure-filled moans encouraging him to maintain his position, maintaining his face shoved in between her folds. eventually, slash inserted his tongue into her entrance. his face became an even bigger mess, [name]'s arousal not only coating his lips now but also his chin and up to the bridge of his nose.

with every thrust of his tongue or bump of his nose against her clit, and even every kiss he planted on her fluttering cunt inched he closer and closer to an anticipated orgasm. he pulled his tongue out of her entrance, now licking her clit over and over, stimulating it, causing her to finally release all over his face.

a small smile crept up on his face, placing a plethora of kisses along her jawline. the kisses were innocent, unlike their previous actions. this night was surely one to remember, and maybe being subby wasn't so bad.

[axlrosebaby]

.⋅ ۵ smoking kills ۵ ⋅.

☆ axl rose ･ﾟﾟ･｡

☆ 1759 words ･ﾟﾟ･｡

☆ smut ･ﾟﾟ･｡

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

Your hands were on his chest, head thrown back and eyes tightly squeezed shut. The movement of your hips was stuttering and it was all too much. His hands were roaming your waist, sometimes absentmindedly trailing up to your breast to squeeze your nipple and chuckle lowly at your reaction. 

There was a cigarette arrogantly placed between his lips, moving as he spoke dirty words into the privacy of the night - words only meant to be heard by you. 

You continued to bounce up and down on his cock, nails digging into his shoulders and it angered you how unbothered he seemed by the whole situation. There was a smirk on his face, his head resting against the headboard, eyes fixated on your pussy as it sank down on his cock. And he was still smoking that damn cigarette. The smell was the epitome of conceit; he knew he had you but you didn’t have him and he liked it. It made the ordeal seem non-comital and God were you becoming agitated.

“Can you- fuck…” His cock hit a particular spot inside you, the angle at which you came down on him making you stop. “Put the cigarette out?”  Your moans were breathy and tears were falling from your eyes. 

He laughed at you, removing his hands from your waist to take a long drag before returning them to your skin seconds later. “Why?” 

You continued your movements, stopping momentarily to grind down against him so your clit got some friction. 

“Axl, please.” You used his shoulders as support, throwing your head back and a single tear falling from the corner of your eye, trailing towards your hairline. “Shhh,” he muttered, bucking his hips up into you once before letting you go and taking the cigarette from his mouth. His eyes twinkled in the low light, pupils blown wide with lust and mouth parted as he tried to keep his composure. Then, he held the cig up to your lips, a smile gracing his face. “Take a drag, sugar.” 

You looked at the cigarette trepidatiously, eyes flickering between it and him. Your movements had slowed to a simple grind of your hips, his actions catching you off guard. He noticed your apprehension, one hand reaching out for your face. He cupped your cheek and ran a thumb over your cheekbone, his grip firm and soft all at once. 

“You take a drag and I’ll put it out.” The smell of tobacco was overpowering and you could feel paper on your lips, heat emanating from it. “Go on.” Your mouth was sealed shut, his cock resting inside you as you sat still, too nervous to move. You hadn’t smoked before and the first time you tried a cigarette would be whilst Axl Rose was inside you. But the odds were good. The nicotine was the thing keeping him so calm and if that were removed, maybe he’d show you some real attention.

So, you wrapped your lips around the cigarette, not missing the prideful look in his eyes as you inhaled. There was a burn in your throat and it tasted…awful. You coughed, tears in your eyes and heard the faint chuckle of Axl as he stubbed the cig out and returned his hands to your hips, moving you slowly up and down his cock. 

“Such a good girl. You never smoked before, huh?” The nicotine did nothing to stop the racing of your heart as he dug his fingers into your hips, moving you involuntarily up and down his cock selfishly. 

You shake your head and look down at him, a little whimper falling from your lips. His pace was torturously slow, the way he was moving his hips up into you and manhandling you like you were a little toy was degrading and pleasurable all at once. “P-please.” You tried to gain more friction, tried to make him quicken his pace but his grip was bruising and he wouldn’t allow it. 

“Don’t push it.” His words were a warning and he stopped moving altogether, his cock twitching inside of you. The self-control he had was like no other.

Your arms were shaking and your hands were trembling. All the pleasure and pain he’d inflicted on you previously was still surrounding you: his tongue on your pussy, his fingers inside you and the two orgasms he’d drawn out of you, your moans loud and desperate. 

It’d been maybe an hour of the going back and forth - the way he’d brought you to the edge only to pull you back and laugh as you whimpered and cried. Goddamn sadist. 

You gaze at him with tears falling from your eyes and he looks back up at you, eyes hooded with lust and a certain determination you haven’t seen in him before. He seems hungry for you and the way his mouth parts and the way his breathing gets heavier makes your stomach flip in anticipation. 

“On your front,” he mutters and taps the top of your thigh. 

It takes a moment for you to collect yourself before you slowly inch off his dick and roll over onto your stomach, your already trembling arms not doing much for support. You feel the bed shift as he moves as well and you feel the heat emanating from him as he hovers behind you.

You shiver as his hands return to their home on your hips and you feel your heart beat faster in your chest as he leans down, his lips near your ear. 

“Tell me what you want.” He brushes the shell of your ear as he speaks, breathing hot on your skin and the scent of tobacco on his tongue. You whimper in reply and arch your back, your brain unable to form an answer. 

His hand brushes your hair away from your face and shushes you, not in an attempt to comfort but in an attempt to mock. “Tell me.” He kisses your neck as he waits for a reply, the sensation only adding to your inability to speak. 

“Mhm.” You sound pathetic as he kissed along your jaw and down to the backs of your shoulders. 

“What’s that?” His words are so degrading - he knows what he’s doing and he’s proud of it. 

“Y-you.” Your breath shudders and your heart beats in your chest. He continues to kiss up and down the curve where your neck connects to your shoulder and you feel his hand skim your back and grasp himself, lining up with you before pushing in completely. 

You allow yourself a small victory as he groans in your ear, head resting in the crook of your neck. He stills for a moment, gathering himself and trying to remain as composed as he was. 

And then, he moves: slowly and methodically. 

His breath shudders and you press your face into the covers, smiling as he starts to lose his well-built control. His chest is pressed up against your back, heaving with deep breaths, and the ends of his hair tickle your skin; the intimacy of the position has you squirming underneath him and when he pulls out completely and slams back inside you, you grip at the sheets for support, letting out a strangled groan - a noise reminiscent of a cry. You were crying for him.  

“Shhh, now, pretty girl. Take it.” One of his hands rested on your hip, pulling you flush against him with each thrust. The other curled into your hair, tugging lightly and making pain erupt through your scalp. Tears were pooling in the corners of your eyes as he moved in and out, his pace sporadic. He’d move so slowly, teasing the head of his cock against your sweet spot, kissing your shoulders, and then he’d quicken his thrusts, making you sob into the pillows and writhe underneath. 

“A-Axl…” There was a chuckle, low in his chest and he was gripping at your hips, the warmth of him absent as he leaned back on his heels. And then, you were pulled flush against his hips, your ass in the air, head still buried firmly in the pillows. 

He continued his pace, his position helping him sink deeper inside you. Tears were forming in your eyes, your stomach turning and static humming contentedly along your body. His fingers were digging into your flesh, his own moan pushing past his lips and gracing your ears. 

“So-,” he was cut off by a groan. “So fucking good.” His cock was continually hitting your sweet spot a hand trailing along the length of your back to grip your hair and pull your head up. “God, you’re such a fuckin’ whore.” 

He was rambling, words barely forming under his breaths and you could tell he was just where you were. It was closing in on the both of you, building solid and fast inside of you. It threatened to spill with each thrust, your legs shaking and moaning loud. 

“Can fuckin’ feel you.” His grip was bruising, his pace leaving you a babbling mess. “Come on, baby. Come for me- fuck.” His hips were stuttering, thrusts sloppy and chasing his orgasm. 

“Axl,” you whimpered, feeling your pleasure surmount and then snap, white noise coming into your brain, the world around you melting away. There were curses mixed with his name and barely audible praises passing Axl’s lips. Until, he stilled inside you, his cum filling you an unfamiliar feeling. 

His breathing was heavy as he pulled out of you, the bed shifting with his weight as he lay next to you. You didn’t dare move, shaky all over and still trying to catch your breath. Axl was unbothered as he rustled around for something on the nightstand. You were acutely aware of the click of a lighter and the strong smell of tobacco.

You groaned as you managed to find yourself, legs shaking as you sat up in bed. 

“Enjoy yourself did you?” There was a smirk paired with his question and you rolled your eyes, pushing hair out of your face. There was a moment of silence before he held the cigarette up to you. “It’ll help you calm down.” You looked trepidatiously between him and the cigarette. One drag wouldn’t hurt. So you placed your lips around the butt, inhaling softly and coughing as the smoke filled your mouth. 

“I don’t like that.” He was laughing at you, pulling the cigarette away and taking his own drag. 

“You will. You said you didn’t like me and look at you now.” God, he was arrogant. 

“Shut up.”

[marvelobsessed134]

Slash + voyeurism for kinktober? 👀

Kinktober day 10: Voyuerism with Slash

Pairings: Slash x Fem!Reader ft. Izzy Stradlin

Warnings: voyuerism, smut, slight daddy kink, Izzy jerks off while watching you guys, semi cock!possessive!slash, dom!slash, sub!reader, squirting.

Summary: Slash wants to show you off to his best friend Izzy.

You were naked on all fours while your boyfriend was sat on the couch jerking his cock. “Come on over here baby.” His deep voice commanded you felt your arousal drip. You slowly crawled to him, seeing the other guitarist in your peripheral vision.

It was Slash’s idea to show you off like this. Izzy mentioned wanting to fuck you for a while and of course the other guitarist was not cool with that idea, but he decided that he could at least watch.

You sat on your knees between his thighs eyeing his cock hungrily. The curly haired man smirked that this, “Go on baby. Come suck my dick like a good girl.” You immediately got to work, licking and sucking his shaft. He gripped your hair and threw his head back moaning. He got a glimpse of Izzy stroking his own cock while watching you work your magic.

“Yeah, you like this Stradlin? Wait till you see what her pussy can do.” Slash groaned with a smirk.

All Izzy could do was watch and honestly, he was cool with that. Being able to see you naked was good enough for him.

You continued to suck him off like your life depended on it, knowing he’d give you the same effort back. That’s what was nice about your relationship. If someone wasn’t putting in effort then the other wasn’t going to either. Also if you’re naughty slash gets to punish you.

Then the guitarist pulls you off and moves so you could lay on the couch. You get up, pressing a kiss to his lips before obeying his command.

Your legs spread on their own accord as you looked at Izzy’s expression. It was dark and feral, much like your boyfriend’s.

Slash positioned himself between your legs before licking a stripe against your pussy from the bottom all the way up to your clit. You hissed and gripped his hair, shutting your eyes as he continued to eat you out.

“I know you’re closing your eyes baby. Open them. Look at Izzy watch you while I eat this sweet little pussy.” You did as he said, looking at Izzy looking at you. You could see him pump his cock faster and you gripped Slash’s hair tighter. Your eyes were wide and watery.

“Mmm Slash…I’m gonna cum!” You squealed.

“Okay then, cum for me baby. Cum for me and my friend.” And so you did, squirting your juices all over his face. “Fuuuck, you taste so good. That was so hot.”

“Holy shit.” Izzy muttered. The curly haired man looked to his friend with a smile, “Yeah, my girls’ a squirter.”

You laid there blissed out, barely registering the back he brought you up on his lap, hovering over his cock.

“Mmm you want it baby?” He asked teasingly.

“Oh yes. Please…daddy.” You let it slip. The one nickname that you usually call him in bed.

“Fuck.” The other raven haired man muttered, pumping his cock more.

“That’s a good girl. Go on.” Slash said and you sunk down on his large dick. You gripped his shoulders for balance as you began to ride him.

“Ah, fuck yes. You’re so tight baby oh fuck.” Your boyfriend was a moaning mess as you continued to ride him, he grabbed and slapped the flesh of your ass, forgetting that his best friend was jerking off to the scene not too far away.

“Be a good girl and make daddy cum.” He instructed and you sped up your movements, kissing his neck up to his lips. His grip on you tightened and it wasn’t long before he shot his sticky, salty, warm, cum into your womb.

You moaned at the feeling, rolling your eyes back.

Slash turned to look at Izzy eyeing the ropes of cum on his stomach and said, “Enjoy the show?”

“Fuck yeah dude.”

[aishnico]

#𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃: 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦

» summary: the famous guitarist of guns n’ roses is not sure what he feels towards you

» word count: 3.2k (wOOOOO)

» warnings: cringey stuff (help 🙄🙄), alchohol, drugs, not cheating but you might take it personally (?) suggestive content, he’s a bitch until the last parts, fluff at the end (?), grammar issues (as always)

“so, what’s up with that girl in that music shop?” duff asked his curly-haired friend while drinking his vodka.

his friend yawned. “huh, who?”

“the girl in the music shop, you even invited her to our last concert. izzy said he saw you two on outside.”

he blinked a few times. then realization hit him. “ooh, you’re talking about miss fortune,” he then started to laugh like an idiot. “be ready to hear what will come.”

he didn't care about you, at first. he just thought you were a cute girl who was in charge of one of his favorite music stores when sometimes the owner, your dad, wasn't around. you would look at him impressed and with adoration whenever he played one of the greatest guitar solos. your reaction would cause him to chuckle and boost his ego.

you wondered since when he was playing and how many hours he was practicing a day. of course, your mouth was wide open when you heard the answer. you acted like you weren't believing him, but deep down, you knew it was mostly true.

after some time, he asked you to attend one of his band's shows to see more of his guitar capabilities. and it's not like a famous rock star asks you this every day. so you accepted his offer.

the show was crazy; his bandmates were also crazy and flirtatious as fuck, but they killed the show. you were looking for him after the show. then saw his friends taking drugs while a couple of half-naked chicks were sitting by their sides. you assumed he was going to join them, but you saw him outside trying to light his cigarette. but you grabbed it from his hands with a sly smile. he furrowed his eyebrows.

"c'mon, girl, give it back."

"there are better things to do than this. what are you doing here?"

"just went for some fresh air. the atmosphere inside is making my head hurt today. guess i'm not in the mood."

"this," you pointed his lighter. "doesn't make fresh air. also, won't this make your head hurt more?"

he rolled his eyes at you. "and what are you suggesting?"

that was the first moment when he thought you were, strange. more strange and different than the girls he has ever met. he never thought you would bring him to a chinese tea shop. and he wasn't expecting you to pay for both of you. he had never tried this type of tea before. hell, when was the last time he even drank tea?

the waiters even offered both of you fortune cookies. he thought they were nothing but bullshit. who would even believe in them? of course, you would.

"how can you even believe in these?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows at the cookie.

"well, i don't know about you, but for me, most of them are true!"

"i've never eaten this before."

"come on! how about the fortune cards? have you tried them before?"

"no. like i said, they are all bullshit." he said with a strict tone.

"at least eat the cookie."

he did as you said and broke the cookie in half. he didn't even look at the mini-paper and wrinkled it. then saw your sad puppy eyes looking at him. he sighed and straightened the paper without showing it to you.

'the thing you might be looking for is nearer than you think.'

what does that even mean? he furrowed his eyebrows again. "what does it say?" you asked him excitedly, and he wrinkled the paper and put it in his pocket.

"you're no fun." you muttered.

"and you are the most hilarious person i've ever met. it's getting late. let's go."

"would you accompany me?" you asked with a teasing tone.

usually, when he would go on his 'dates', he would call a cab for them. he doesn't remember when he accompanied them on a walk or when he agreed to accompany you now.

he listened to your beliefs about those fortune things he found bullshit, how tea is better than coffee and country music is actually nice to listen to, which he disagrees with on both. you two didn't have any common things at all. but he found it amusing to argue about things about which you didn't have the same opinion as him.

you were now standing before your house. you smiled at him. "thank you for the company."

he shrugged. "i mean, you asked me to do it so..."

"yeah yeah, good night, saul." you planted a kiss on his cheek before entering your house. he stood there for a couple of seconds. then started to walk fast to the street to find a cab. he had already lost a lot of time.

"she then kissed my cheek, and she probably thinks we're dating or something." the guitarist laughed at his sentence with duff. he took another roll of cocaine.

"i think she did that because she wanted to tease you?" duff asked.

"tease me? man, i don't even have eyes on her. she's weird. not in a bad way, though."

"don't tease her himself. girls like her may think you're in love with her or something."

"trust me, she's like the last person to fall in love with."

that was what he has been telling himself since your little 'date'. he didn't bother to contact you, neither did you. he thought you were just acting indifferent.

he almost forgot you while he was on tour. every day traveling to another city, playing the same songs, meeting with new chicks, and sometimes making out with them...

it has been almost a month and a half since you saw each other. they were in los angeles again, working on a new album. one day, he received a phone call from the owner of his favorite music shop. the shopkeeper told him that there were new pedals and equipments for electric guitars at the shop. he got excited and went on his way to the shop.

he spent about an hour there, testing new guitars and equipments on them. however, he decided he didn't need them for now. he thanked the shopkeeper, and before leaving, he saw a familiar picture of a woman behind the cash point.

what he did not expect was that the woman in the picture, you, was the shopkeeper's daughter.

"haven't you met with my daughter yet? strange... i remember that she told me that a famous guitarist would come here often while i had something to do."

"i... don't remember her."

"hm, i don't think you can see her often here from now on. she's in college, so she doesn't have much time for her dad anymore, I guess." he coughed.

"what's her major?"

"english literature, i believe"

"cool... anyway, take care." the guitarist answered when he was about to leave the shop. before he could pull the door, somebody else pulled. you.

both his and your eyes wide open. you smiled at him sincerely. "what a pleasing surprise! we met again." you chuckled.

"oh? isn't that our little miss fortune?" he seemed to remember now.

"miss fortune? that's not the best way to describe me but okay. i'm in a hurry, but i'd like to meet you tonight at the tea shop where we went about a month ago. bye!" you rushed inside without saying anything else.

"hey! when should i come?"

your father grinned at him and the guitarist left the shop.

why did i say that..? the man thought to himself. i probably sounded desperate to see her or something. ugh...

he made his way towards the local bar where he and his bandmates would usually hang out. maybe he could kill some time before heading to the tea shop. he just wanted to lay on a couch for a while but couldn't say no to a pretty lady who wanted to share her bottle of jack daniels with him.

"waiting for someone, handsome?"

"i'm waiting for someone, actually."

"hm, unpunctual people are not up to good."

"actually, i don't know why am i waiting."

"are you waiting for a date?"

"i don't think it's a date, just a hangout."

"well, i don't think you should wait too long for a hangout. you have nothing to do better?"

"guess no"

"well, i think there is." the lady smirked at him before attacking his neck with kisses and bites. the man threw his head back and inhaled. he gave her more permission to attack. eventually, he got turned on, pulled her head off, and connected their lips before heading to the nearest toilet.

it was almost 9 p.m. and only now did he remember he needed to go after washing his face. his head was exploding. he still didn't know why he was heading there. he certainly did not have feelings for you. he didn't find you super attractive, and he didn't find a reason to hang out with you often.

were you friends? he also didn't think so. maybe you would complain about him to his father like a little girl, and then your father would forbid him to come to his shop? that thought was hilarious to him.

after about half an hour, he was standing before the tea shop. when he looked through the window, he saw no one there except a ginger employee. he then hesitated but entered inside.

"i'm sorry sir, but we're closing here after ten minutes." the ginger woman told him before going to the personal room to change her clothes.

he huffed at himself. it was just a waste of time for him. why did he even bother? he asked this question to himself for the nth time.

he made his way to the door but stopped once he heard a door opening sound from behind. he returned his face to the sound and saw you with a shocked expression, but it turned into a relaxing small smile.

"you came..."

"you called."

then your ginger friend got out of personal room and tapped your shoulder. "we're closing in ten minutes. make your last order, then close the shop, alright?"

you nodded. "good night!"

"good night!"

you both watched her leave, then looked at each other awkwardly. "i thought you wouldn't show up."

"i planned to come here earlier, but..."

"but..." you repeated after him and got closer to him. your happy face dropped off. you looked at his neck full of hickies. "guess mosquitoes nagged you." you gave him a small smile.

"oh, is that much visible? my friends will tease the shit out of me."

you didn't reply and made your way toward the cash point. "what can i make for you?" 

he looked at the tea chart for a couple of seconds. "you know what? make the tea we both drank when we were here."

"i don't remember which we drank."

"then make your favorite. make two cups of them."

"oh? you seem pretty thirsty." you teased him.

"nah, that's for you. you treated me that time. now i want to repay."

you nodded. "oh, so that's why you came here. to repay me."

this thought never passed through his mind but he chose to lie. "yeah, pretty much." you didn't look up to him but nodded.

after a couple of minutes, you put two cups of tea on the tray and went to where he was sitting. you placed his tea in front of him. "thank you."

you sat next to him. admiring people from afar. a lady and her boyfriend were clinging to each other to get warm. an old lady was struggling with her walker and her son (or someone else) was trying to help her. three children running on pavements while laughing (why were they outside at this hour?)

but he could care less about the outside. he was admiring you. he was admiring how soft your expression was. how you looked cute when you're puffing the steam from tea. how slowly you're drinking it, but it is still hot, and you manage to burn the tip of your tongue a little bit. he chuckled at himself.

"what's funny?" you pouted at him.

"you. you're funny."

you rolled your eyes at him. "you're annoying, mind your business."

"what happened to your lovey-dovey attitude? i still remember that kiss." he teased you.

"ugh, don't remind me. i cringe every time i remember this. god knows what was i thinking... besides, i know that meant nothing to you."

"ooh, how do you know that?"

"because you would try to contact me, at least passing by that music shop. but you never did these for the past month. you just chased some mosquitoes, and they chase you back."

he laughed at this. "why do i feel like we're arguing like we're actually a couple?"

you didn't know how to reply, so you continued to sip your tea. you didn't talk until you finished your tea. you looked at his side and saw that his cup was full.

"you didn't even take a sip."

"i waited for it to be cold."

"trust me, it is now. but i have to close the shop. drink it or give it to me." you said while reaching your hand to him. but he quickly grabbed the cup and drank it all at once.

your mouth was wide open. you blinked a few times. "this is not some tequila okay?! you can't just one-shot it!"

"who says?" he replied while heading to the cash point. you followed him there and finished your cleaning and checking the last things before heading door with him.

after locking the door you looked at him. you thought he wanted to say something so you waited patiently.

"thank you." was all he said. you lowered your head, and smiled at yourself. "i shall thank you. for the free tea."

"i forgot to thank you at that time. and i thank you now for your kindness."

he would never thought these words would actually leave his mouth. like, he was a completely different person now.

"you're welcome, i hope you enjoyed your tea."

"trust me, i did."

"well, i'm glad." you looked at him now. after a brief moment of silence, you coughed. "i should get going. you should too. don't drink too much at this hour. huh, why would you listen to me?" you lowered your voice at the end but he heard it anyway.

"i already drank today. and i have no desire to drink again. not now, but surely tomorrow."

"alright, good night saul. take care."

you smiled again and started to walk on your way. "wait!" you heard him calling you so you stopped. he immediately came next to you.

"would you want me to company you?"

you chuckled at yourself. "i do not want to waste your time."

"trust me, you won't."

what was that again? what did he just say? he completely agreed that he was just someone else right now. but his stomach got hurt so much when you sincerely smiled again. it wasn't pain, it was something else. it feels like something quivers in his stomach and the breath from his lungs is leaving.

he feels exhilaration.

"are you okay? you're trembling," you asked him worriedly, caressing both of his arms.

he feels like he is about to explode.

"the weather- yes, the weather is... getting cold. we should get going."

"look, you don't have to come with me. my house isn't far from here anyway. you're shaking. just find a cab and head to your home. you won't be happy when you get sick and you have to be at the studio at that moment."

oh how sincere you were in your words and how caring you were towards him.

"i'm gonna be fine," he smirked and you both started to walk next to each other.

both of you didn't talk. although the silence wasn't disturbing. it was a comfortable one. million thoughts were flying inside his head right now. he was mainly thinking about your current situation. what you two were? what you were to him? was this feeling temporary? was this feeling gonna hunt him constantly? he didn't know.

the only thing he knew was that he had to find a reason to hang out with you again.

he wanted to know more about you. wanted to hear about your college life and lessons. want to know about your family and friends. wanted to know your favorite color, food, animal, movie, and more. he wanted to learn about you more.

"are you feeling warm yet?" you broke the long silence. but it seemed like he was in his deep thoughts.

"saul?" you called him. he then came back to reality and looked at you. "

"huh? excuse me, i was thinking about something."

"i asked if you're feeling warm yet."

"oh, yeah. pretty much."

"good."

a silence occurred between you once again. this time, he broke it. with saying something unexpected.

"although i would feel completely warm if you make me a soup."

you laughed hysterically. "i bet those chicks make hella delicious soups."

"nah, i don't think so. i want to try your meals someday."

he didn't care about it anymore. he didn't care anymore if he was being someone else. he liked it

"someday... someday seems cool."

"your behavior did really change. i would lie if i say i don't miss the old lovey-dovey miss fortune [name]."

"h-huh? don't call me miss fortune. i'm not interested in that stuff that much now. besides, unlike you, i love this saul."

"oh? you don't like my old me?"

"he was salty, but he was okay. i would still hang out with him."

he couldn't hide his smile but managed to hide his slightly flushed cheeks. even if he was being like this, or normal himself, you would still be next to him.

finally, you both were standing in front of your house. you inhaled and looked at him. "thank you for your accompany."

he just shrugged, couldn't find anything to say. so you cleaned your throat. "good night, saul. take care."

"you too, good night."

you smiled and before you pulled the door he called you by your name. you turned your head at him.

"no good night kisses?" he asked with a cheeky tone. you just rolled your eyes at him playfully. "don't tease me, boy, now go and get some sleep."

"woah woah woah woah- you know what it feels like to me? like i just skipped a big part of a romance novel." duff laid on the couch, almost going to sleep right there.

"i know it happened in one night but, i'm telling you. this time, wasn't like the first time. the first time i really wanted to walk away from there. but this time, i didn't want it to end."

"congratulations on your new hook-up then. just know, i'm gonna make it shorter by saying she's the last person to fall in love with."

"hey, mind your own business!"

"fine fine..." the bassist yawned loudly before slowly drifting off.

they didn't talk for a few minutes since saul was lost in his thoughts again. then something clicked in his mind.

there weren't two versions of him. there wasn't this cheeky and normal saul. there was only one. and that only one have…

he broke the silence.

"dude, i think i've fallen in love with her for real."

the bassist woke up and dropped his bottle of vodka to the floor. "you what?!"

[jasminocano]

duff mckagan on his way to GAG CITY

[purifycantyouhelpme]

Cheer Him Up | A Slash x Fem! Reader Fanfiction

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Word count: 580

Summary: Slash was exhausted during a concert with the band so you decide to cheer him up with a blowjob, early 90s Slash era

A/N: I wrote this because I was horny lol

11:00 PM

(Y/N) was doing laundry late at night, waiting for the clothes to get washed. She was doing laundry late at night because she didn't have to worry about it tomorrow or the day after that and she was waiting for her boyfriend to come back from touring. (Y/N) was missing him, they barely spent time together since Slash joined Guns N Roses and Slash dealing with band problems like Steven leaving.

Slash walks in the house, carrying his guitar, looking exhausted and tired. (Y/N) looked happy and started to bounce up and down on her feet at the sight of Slash, but the smile turned into a frown and she stopped bouncing, once she saw how miserable he looked. Walking to the couch, he set his guitar on the floor. Slash was shirtless and had no shoes on but he had his pants on Slash sit up on the couch, legs were spread out on the couch, he was breathing softly. “Are you okay, honey?” (Y/N) sounded worried, walking to him. She put her hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes. “I’m very… exhausted. From touring.” Slash managed to say between breaths. (Y/N) leaned in and kissed Slash on his forehead. Looking down at his crotch, she knows what she’s going to do. “Here. Let me cheer you up.” (Y/N) smiled. (Y/N) crouched down and unzipped Slash’s pants, revealing a hard member. Slash looked away from the side. He wasn’t running out of breath anymore. (Y/N) started to stroke Slash’s cock slowly, up and down with her right hand. Slash let out a soft moan. He couldn’t believe that this was happening.

“You like this?” (Y/N) asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Y-Yes.” Slash stuttered. From the look of his face, he is enjoying this. This is making him feel better. (Y/N) decided to stop stroking to look up at her lover who was enjoying her giving him pleasure.

She smiled at him before she put her mouth on his cock, bobbing her head up and down.

Slash let out a soft moan when he felt (Y/N)’s mouth over his cock.

He titled his head back with his eyes closed, moaning. The way (Y/N)’s mouth is

feels so good to him. This is making him forget all about the bad stuff that happened at the concert today.

The room was filled with the sounds of Slash’s moans and grunts and (Y/N) sucking.

Slash looked down at (Y/N) smiling, and gently ran his fingers through (Y/N)’s hair. He’s so happy that she has her. As (Y/N) picked up the pace, Slash’s moans were getting louder. Slash could feel himself getting closer and closer to climax. “I’m so close.” Slash warned, his voice was hoarse. (Y/N) took his cock out of her mouth, making a wet pop sound and she put her hand on his cock. “Let it all out. Let all of your anger out.” She stroked his cock really fast, waiting for him to cum.

Slash grunted as he cum all over (Y/N)’s face, he panted. Cum was dripping on her face and chin. (Y/N) smiled at him. “Did that make you feel better?” (Y/N) asked quietly, feeling a little embarrassed. “It did. Thanks, honey.” He thanked her, wiping her face with some tissue. ‘No problem.” (Y/N) chuckled nervously.

[metallicaislife]

Christmas Decorating - Guns N Roses

When you showed up at the Hell House you were flabbergasted that absolutely not a single one of the guys had brought any Christmas decorations when they moved here

At the same time that tracks though

So you went to the store with the guys in tow

Filling your cart with a tree, lights, ornaments, tinsel, garland and anything else you could think of 

They helped grabbing things they thought were needed as well 

The lot of you pooled your money together to purchase the Hell House decorations 

“This is a lot.” Axl groaned as you loaded the vehicle

“Well, one big purchase now, Christmas decorations for years to come.” You said 

After it was loaded you went back to the Hell House and emptied the vehicle

Duff and Slash decided to assemble the tree

Steven took it upon himself to put the garland everywhere 

Izzy took the lights out of the boxes and prepped them to put on the tree, luckily for him since they were in the box they weren’t too tangly 

You and Axl put the tops and hooks on the generic ornaments you’d gotten 

Steven laughed as he started wrapping garland around you and the others

“Wait, where is the music?” Slash asked 

“On it!” Steven said who was mostly done with the task he’d given himself

He put on an old Christmas record that helped the time go by quickly 

After Slash and Duff finished the tree, you and Izzy wrapped it in lights 

Axl had a set idea in his head about the ornaments so the rest of you watched and chatted as he meticulously decorated the tree

“Duff you’re putting the star on.” Axl said handing the star to Duff

Duff smiled and put it on with ease

You plugged the lights in, it was really pretty 

“Thanks for making us get decorations.” Slash said

You smiled at him and nodded 

You all spent the rest of the evening enjoying one another’s company and pretty the tree you put up together

[michelle-is-writing]

Pillow Talk, Slash

Word Count: 1k~

Waking up to a pair of rough, but gentle hands running against my skin is nothing new to me. In fact, ever since Saul and I moved in together and started sharing a bed, it's how I've always woken up. On our first night together, I woke up in the middle of the night to something gently gripping my hip, and when I looked over, I smiled seeing Slash pressed up against me with his head cuddled behind mine and his hand laying on my hip. From then on, every night we sleep together, his hands are on me.

Before the sun can reach my eyes, I'm woken up by Saul's fingers lightly dragging themselves up my hip and across my stomach, making me open my eyes to find him not too far away from me, sitting on his knees with a smile. "Good morning, baby," I greet him, leaning my head back against my pillow to stare up at him.

In response, Saul moves over to lie back beside me on his side, one of his hands remaining on my stomach with the other keeping his head raised. "Good morning to you too, beautiful," he greets back, a small yawn falling from his lips only seconds later. "You have no idea how good it feels knowing that I'll wake up and see your stunning face for the rest of forever."

Hearing his words makes me subconsciously roll the golden band on my left ring finger while my smile widens. "Actually, I do know how good it feels," I tell him, leaning closer to slide my hands from underneath the sheets and place them on each side of his face. "Because I get to wake up next to your handsome face every morning too."

Smiling back at me, the corners of Saul's lips reach the tips of my thumbs before he leans forward and kisses me, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me close to him at the same time. Rolling onto his back with me now on top of him, my legs fall on either side of him while Saul moves his arms tighter around me. It feels as if he's trying to never let me go.

Pulling away from my lips, Saul stares up at me for a few moments before another sigh passes through his lips. "You have no idea how gorgeous you are in the morning, do you?" He questions, his thumbs gently massaging the areas they're pressed into.

At the early morning compliment, I feel my cheeks blush as I lean back a bit to stare down at him. Beneath me, Saul lies flat on his back with his long and unruly hair spread out around him and his bare chest gently rising and falling with each breath he takes. With the sun from the nearby window poking through the curtains, his figure's illuminated and he looks overall... heavenly.

"You're gorgeous too," I tell him, watching as his faces takes on a confused look before he begins laughing at my comment.

"But you're oh-so sexy, babe," He responds, sitting up to lean back onto his elbows. For a few moments, his eyes travel down my chest and to my barely covered legs before he meets my eyes once more, a smirk rising to his face. "Especially in my clothes."

Looking down at my chest, I see one of Saul's very rare button-up shirts I put on last night barely clasped together by one single button, revealing the majority of my stomach and upper chest to him while keeping his favorite things hidden. I could've sworn I buttoned at least half of these before heading into bed, but I guess they must've come undone in the middle of the night by me moving around. That, or someone else played a part in this...

Holding back a smirk, I look back at the curly-haired man in front of me before tilting my head to the side a little. "Especially in your clothes?" I ask him, his smile turning into his famous smirk as he plainly nods. "In just your clothes?"

My second question receives the same response as before, and this time, I let my own smirk show as I move my hands to the single button remaining and undo it. Within a matter of seconds, I tug the shirt from my body and throw it to the other side of the room, leaving me in just my panties. Before Saul has the chance to do anything about it, I jump off of him and run to the living room. Following behind me is the sound of Saul's heavy footsteps as he runs after me once he realizes the situation. Feeling a sudden surge of excitement, I can't control my laughing as I try to run as fast as I can.

However, with Saul not only being faster than mem but bigger as well, I barely reach the end of the hallway before I feel myself being picked up and thrown over his shoulder. Once again, I can't help but let out even more laughter with a shriek following. I don't have to look at Saul to know that he's smiling; he's having just as much fun as I am, if not more.

Making our way back into the bedroom, Saul doesn't waste any time in tossing me down onto our messy bed and crawling on top of me immediately afterward. Without giving me a chance to catch my breath, he immediately leans down and attaches his lips to mine before letting his hands travel down to the only remaining article of clothing on my body and tugging them down. There's no doubt that I won't be leaving this bed for the rest of the morning, and I have absolutely no doubt at all that Saul's hands won't be leaving my body either - just like the way I woke up.

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

summary: what are childhood friends-to-lovers for, if not protecting you from your already shitty relationship? word count: 3.196k trigger warning: poorly written details, swearing, mentions of domestic violence, smoking, make-out, i forgot izzy out from the whole oneshot sorry 😭😭😭

the party was on, y/n didn't even know how she and his boyfriend got there. in los angeles, house parties were really common between teens and young adults, and who was y/n to deny a good night?

she and his boyfriend, richard wasn't that good since weeks, when y/n began to go to her childhood friend's, axl and his band, the guns n' roses's rehearsals. at first, he bragged about her not cleaning and cooking when he got home, despite she had a job too, but now, it was full-on jealousy about the band and the guys. at this point, y/n didn't even know why she hold onto the relationship, but it was good to belong to someone than being alone in a big town like los angeles.

"are you gonna hang with those fuckers?" richard asked from her as they went to the door. shaking her head, y/n sniffled annoyed.

"why are you thinking this?"

"because you looked like you planned on it." he answered, opening the door. y/n shrugged her shoulders, looking for the guys.

"you know, i didn't even think about it until you mentioned. but if you insist so much, then maybe i'll do a threesome with axl and slash-" she couldn't even end her sentence as he held her arm, turning her to himself and pulling her close to his face.

"watch out for what you say, bitch! or you can go under the bridge, understand?"

y/n shook his hand off, pointing at him with a stern look.

"fucking stop this, okay? i hope you drink so much that you can't go home."

"you bet." richard said, going to the half-empty bottles to get wasted. it was time to search for her friends, her real friends.

"y/n, sweetheart! hello!" she found steve, hugging him. he was talking with some guys with a drink in his hand.

"good evening, stevie. where are the others?"

"why, am i not good enough for you?" she tried to say something, but steve shook his head, laughing. "i get it, chill. duff just went off with a girl, slash got smack, so i don't know if he's talkative, izzy... i don't know where the fuck he is, but axl said he waited for you."

"axl?" y/n furrowed her eyebrows, making steve snicker and nod.

"yeah. so go search for him for a quickie, until your asshole boyfriend doesn't come after you." steve added, making y/n slap his shoulder as she began to search for axl.

"he's not an asshole."

"if you say so..."

grabbing a bottle, y/n waved to some people she thought she knew, looking for the redhead. she and axl both has born in indiana, she lived on the downside of the street he lived in. once when they were fourteen, axl got in a fight at night with a couple other kids, and y/n helped him with knocking them in the head with a pan. from that moment, axl and y/n often hung out, but when axl got away, y/n tried everything to get to where he was; he called her from los angeles, and in the dead of the night, y/n got on a bus and never went back to indiana. they met each other when y/n was babysitting to get some money, and then she worked in a restaurant as a waitress. she didn't know, but somehow it felt like with axl that she was home; it could be indiana or los angeles, but when she was sitting next to axl and watching tv or sleeping beside him, it felt like she did this always. but of course, she was too afraid to tell this to axl, she knew that boy-girl friendships always went down when the other confessed. she was with richard just to fill up the hole in her heart, and it was cruel, but it was the truth. and knowing this truth, she felt more miserable than ever.

axl was nowhere, and y/n got annoyed at the thought that she was too desperate to talk and party with him. deciding to light a cigarette, she went outside so she could air her head out a little bit. opening the door of the terrace, she banged the door after herself.

"fucking richard..." she muttered, leaning to the handrail.

"hey, princess."

turning her head, she noticed her friend, sitting in the shadow, on the couch that probably has seen better days. smiling, her heartbeat got faster; they saw each other two days ago, but he was as handsome and angelic like always. she was the one who cut axl's bangs before he got arrested the fist time, but when he began to grow is hair, and let it to be long and silky, she fell in love more and more. she couldn't even count the times he sat between her legs, watching the telly while lightning a cigarette and letting her play with his locks. the urge to kiss his head was the strongest, but she even lifted up a strand of hair and kissed it while he was deep into the plot of the show.

"hey, axl!" she wanted to say 'i searched you everywhere', but it was too risky.

"sit down, angel." he patted the place beside himself, and who was y/n to deny it? sitting down, she turned to him. "what's up? i haven't seen you since two days."

"did you miss me, axie?"

"i always miss good company." it warmed her heart, but not enough to believe that he said it like she wanted him to mean.

"that's why you just sat here alone, in a dark corner you like to crawl in?"

"maybe i was waiting for some cool faces to pop up."

she didn't wanted to be just some cool face. she wanted to be the 'best' face, the one that axl thought about why isn't she here, the one people you always search for in a big crowd. or the one you get away from a party when it ends, to wash off each other's makeup and lie down on the bed to sleep in each other's arms.

"bet. well, i'm fine, working, going out... something like this."

"and richard? what's up with richard?" it was a cardinal topic between them; sure she talked with the rest of the band about it too, but axl could blow up just from her, telling that they were fighting.

"what's up with him? he's okay, we're okay."

"did you two fight?" axl lined up, tossing the ash from his cigarette he was blowing. why did he care so much?

"why? axl, what's up? let's talk about something else."

"nothing, i was just thinking about things."

"nah, then tell me. your thoughts are always interesting."

"are you mocking me now, angel?" the way he said angel seriously did things to her. y/n dreamed about axl calling her angel every time she was cooking dinner for themselves, or drawing her close when they were ready to sleep. or just say that she's an angel between two moans as he dragged the third orgasm while riding him on this couch. "i was just thinking about butchering your boyfriend and bury him in his garden."

"what?" y/n snickered, covering her lips with her hand. imagining as axl and the other four was digging a hole in the garden in the dead of the night, with richard's body beside them in a black bag was somehow both funny and creepy. "why, what did he do?"

"he took you away from me."

what?

"what?" y/n stopped in her motion, looking at him. axl looked at the ground, sighing.

"you can't tell me with a pure heart y/n, that you are happy beside him."

"well, we have some arguments, but it's okay, we're--"

"he hit you." he stated, looking in front of himself as she wasn't even there.

"what?! axl, i swear he's not a monster!" she yelled. well, it was true, but why did he have to bring up?"

"believe me, i know an abused people when i see one. and you didn't hide well the bruise on your side the last time you were changing in my room."

"you got nothing to do with it." y/n protested, ready to stand up, but her friend suddenly catch her hand, pulling her back. grabbing her face with his hands, she looked deeply into her eyes.

"yes, i got to do. i broke down at home, that's why i got away, and i'm not gonna wait until you get into hospital, or you call me up at 2am, crying that you're bleeding. i'm not gonna wait until you self-harm, until you don't know where to got, until you have to walk on eggshells at home, where all your job is to be comfortable."

"axl, it's--"

"you are fucking precious, y/n. i know you don't think about yourself like this, but you seriously can light up a room when you step into one. you were the reason i survived for so long despite i was arrested several times, and you were the reason why i began to play music here in los angeles, so you could come after me and we could do some good things together. you were the first one who protected e in my life, on that night, when you fucking ran out and began to swing that pan, it's ridiculous when we talk about that, but back there i could never thank you enough times for what you did. you care about me, you think about me, and maybe i'm too fucking selfish to let you go down and lose yourself."

tears began to well up in her eyes, axl let go her face, brushing her hair.

"do you mean this, axl?"

"i mean every single word, you never have to doubt me. you don't have to feel bad about asking for help, and if you ask, please, may i be the first who you ask."

"i don't want to bother you, axie... you got big things to do, you'll be famous, and i don't want you to stress about my things." she sniffled, closing her eyes.

"never say that, angel. no band can be more important than you. i didn't say these things to crawl under your skin, to tear you away from your love, but i don't want you to get hurt. love doesn't hurt, and..."

"and?"

"i can't say this."

"axie, please." she pleaded, looking for his eyes with hers. her eyes eat up his looks.

"i'd be much more chilled if you came home with me, and then tomorrow i call the guys and go to richard's and your rent. you can pack your stuff in peace, duff has a car, so we can bring your stuff to me, or any guy you want."

y/n hold his face, tilted her forehead to his, tapping his cheek with her thumb.

"i believe that you got scared, axl. and you don't manipulate, you just say the things you see. you are too much of a trouble to manipulate." at that, axl rolled his eyes, making her giggle.

"i know i'm not the best person to live with, but i'd never lift a hand upon anybody i love. i'd never dare to do that, okay?"

"i know that, baby. if you and the guys can come tomorrow, i'll break up with richard."

"did i convince you that good?"

"yes... well, no. it's just... i dated him just to be with someone. the man i want to be with probably never would think of me as a lover."

"than he's a big idiot." by that, she knew she can risk it.

"yeah... and he's sitting right in front of me."

after seconds of silence, axl leaned away.

"fuck, that's me!"

"wow, sherlock!" y/n laughed.

"you really love me?"

"yeah, is it that unbelievable?" y/n leaned her head on his shoulder.

"how could anybody like you being in love with me, angel?" axl whispered, lightning a cigarette.

"i'm not better than you, axie. but i'm glad you like me too."

"i'm not just liking you, i fucking love you. and if my band fulfill my expectations, you'll come with me everywhere and you'll live like a queen." he stated, rolling one of her strands between his fingers.

"i'm going to be a burden when y'all want to tour the whole world."

"fucking not, y/n. you deserve to be treated well, and if i can give you that, i'm sure as hell will. i wouldn't say that if you weren't an angel."

"i'm not an angel." she whispered. "i just love you."

turning to him, axl wrapped his hands around her waist, placing her legs on his lap. pulling her to himself, y/n pulled him closer to herself to kiss him. the way he hold her made her knees go weak, brushing the back of his neck as his tongue danced with hers. she bit into his lips, making axl whine.

"so nasty, aren't we angel?" he asked as they parted, making her kiss him again, licking her palate. "god, you are so soft."

richard was nowhere to be found when y/n grabbed into axl's arm to go home.

duff was driving the car the next morning, slash sat on the passenger's seat, steve, y/n and axl sat in the back of the car.

"you sure he's not home?" duff asked, pulling down on the road as y/n told him.

"yeah, he's working now, and his shift ends at 7pm."

"i'd beat that woman-abuser bloke even if he was home." slash said, blowing out the cigarette smoke. y/n's legs were shaking, axl tried to calm her by placing his hand on her thigh.

"don't be nervous, angel, it's gonna be alright."

"yeah, he probably wouldn't dare to stand up to the four of us." steve added, smiling at her. when they arrived, duff nodded with his head in the direction of richard's house.

"i'll make it quick." y/n said, but she stopped in her movements when she saw duff opening the trunk, getting out a baseball bat and a crowbar, giving it to slash. "guys, i don't think it will be necessary."

"it's better be safe than sorry." axl told her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. duff and slash stood by the door as they stepped in.

"can i watch the telly?" steven asked, sitting down on the couch. y/n nodded, climbing up on the stairs.

"of course!"

while y/n packed her stuff, axl opened the drawer, finding her underwear. he tutted, grabbing one of her pink bralette.

"is this beauty yours, princess?" he asked smirking, laughing when y/n catch out from his hand while blushing like a crab.

"don't touch my stuff!" y/n threw that drawer's contain in her bag, but when she began to collect her makeup from the dressing table, she felt axl's chest pressing to her back, his lips licked her ears, grabbing her waist, brushing her ribs.

"i respect that you want to cause me surprises." axl muttered, making her whine as he bucked his hips into her backside.

"baby, i gotta... i gotta pack my things before richard comes home..." trying to form coherent sentences, she tried to hold down axl's hands, but it was gasoline on fire; he turned her to sit her up on the table, tossing down the lipsticks and her brushes.

"i thought you wanna make richard jealous..." he whispered, licking her lips.

"i just don't want you to get arrested for physical violence."

"how caring you are, princess. i'll let you go if you give me one kiss."

"only one?" she giggled, making axl roll his eyes. giving him a sloppy kiss, y/n perched down from the dressing table, tossing all her makeup into her linen bag.

"you done, angel?" he asked, seeing her zipping her bag. y/n nodded, ready to bend down to grab it, but axl was faster, carrying it down the stairs. steven still sat on the couch, watching thundarr the barbarian while munching on some chips.

out of nowhere, y/n heard a car's braking sound. looking out on the window, she saw richard's car.

"fuck, it's can't be possible! i knew he's working, then why--"

"don't worry y/n, there won't be a problem." duff said, tossing down the cigarette to the patio, holding the baseball bat.

"please don't beat him up!" she pleaded axl, but richard was on his way to the door.

"what the fuck is going on?! y/n, can you just explain what the fuck are you and these assholes doing?"

"she's moving out, that's what we're doing, asshole." slash replied.

"what the hell are those... things in your hands?" richard asked back, trying to enter the door, but slash blocked it with the crowbar. "would you please let me into my fucking house to talk with my fucking girlfriend?"

"nuh-uh. she comes out, then you go in."

"y/n, what the fuck?!" richard screamed.

"i'm dumping you, richard. i've just collected my things to move out."

"and if you let us, we'll disappear before you could blink twice." axl added. richard noticed him, laughing.

"really, y/n? you go off with this fucking junkie nihilist?"

"his name is axl, and he wouldn't dare to hit me!" she said, stepping out to walk to the car, but he grabbed her arm.

"you're not going anywhere, you'll stay here and we will--"

"you two will what? you'll beat her, huh? you could be, but not on my watch, bro." axl grabbed richard's t-shirt, pulling im close to his face. "if i see you beating another woman again, i'll butcher you up and bury you into your garden, fucker."

peeling his hand off from her's, y/n waited for the guys to go to the car. steven was the last who came out, with the bag of chips in his hand.

"you have a cool telly, man, can we take that too?"

"come on, steve." slash muttered, turning his back to the house. sitting in after placing y/n's stuff and the weapons in the trunk, duff started the engine.

"you'll regret this, y/n! he will throw you away for another whore the next week!" richard yelled, but he only got axl's and duff's middle fingers.

"fuck with your dog or your mother, you motherfucker!" axl said back, making them laugh. y/n hold his hand, gibing a kiss on his neck as they rolled out from the street.

"thank you so much, baby."

"anything for you, angel."

"and what do we get?" slash asked, looking into the rear view. y/n acted like she was deep into her thoughts.

"uhmm... you can take the telly, but only at night. and don't leave fingerprints!"

axl kissed her as steve yelled beside them because of victory. from now on, she knew that they gonna protect each other from anything that gets in their way.

dm or write here for requests! thank your for reading it, love y'all

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Not so Hidden Fantasy

A/n: If you've read Slash's book, of even if you just look at his socials you'll know that man is obsessed with tits and I think about that a lot. I haven't posted in a few days so I figured I might as well make something of that :3

Warnings: Smut, oral sex(slash receiving), tit fucking(is there a word for it??), if you think I missed something please let me know :3

Word count: 683

Slash had finally come home after a week at the band's place on Gardner. They’d been working on some new songs so it was reasonable that he’d be gone for so long but you were definitely happy to be seeing him again.

Slash made it through the door to your shared apartment –well it was yours but he crashed there when he wasn’t with the band– and dropped his guitar case to wrap his arms around you. “Fuck, I missed you.” He grumbled, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. His hands came around you and cupped your chest. “Missed these.” You couldn’t see it but you could hear it in his voice that he was smiling.

You rolled your eyes. “Next time I’ll send them with you.” You joked as he squished the soft flesh in his hands.

“Could you?” You gently swat him in the back of the head. He chuckled and walked to the couch, dropping down and letting all the stress leave his body. Some of it, anyway.

You came up behind him on the couch, rubbing his shoulders. “Tired?” He groaned. You forward to whisper in his ear. “Horny?” Slash smiled at that. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, his jawline and finally his neck. He tugged on the neckline of your shirt and patted his thigh, leaving no questions as to what he wanted.

You came around the couch and kneeled between his legs, undoing his pants and pulling them down to his ankles. Taking his half-hard dick in your hand you began to stroke him slowly, planting kisses along the inside of his thigh. It was long before he was fully hard in your hand.

Slash’s hand replaced yours. He pumped himself a few times while his other hand went to your cheek, holding your face as he lined himself up with your mouth. “Such a good girl for me, huh? Didn’t even wait, just wants to taste some dick, that right?” You nodded, opening your mouth for him, even sticking your tongue out. Slash chuckled and hit his tip on your tongue, spreading pre-cum over your lips. He slapped your cheek with his cock before he pushed it past your lips, his head resting on your tongue for a moment.

Slash held your hair up in a makeshift ponytail with his hand, using it to push your head down on his cock and then pull it back up, using your mouth as his own personal fuck-toy. His head fell back as he let out soft grunts and groans, the sounds edging on moans. His voice raspy from his chain-smoking habit.

You stared up at him with wide eyes, tears brimming the edges as you gagged around him.

You could tell he was close by how he was pulsing in your throat and against your tongue, pre-cum dripping on your tastebuds. You waited for his warm seed to spill on your tongue and down your throat when he pulled your head back, completely out of your mouth.

You looked up at him a little confused and wiped your mouth. Slash was jerking off his sensitive member. “Hah~ Fuck- take your shirt off.” He ordered through gritted teeth.

“What?” You asked, a little out of breath.

“Take it off!” He repeated, just barely holding himself back from cumming right then. You did as he demanded, taking your shirt and bra off, your chest now on full view for Slash. “Fuck~ So pretty, so pretty just like that, just for me.” With his free hand he reached for yours, guiding it to your chest. You pushed your tits together around Slash’s cock. That was his breaking point.

White strings spurted all over your chest, hitting your neck and chin in the process. Slash sat there for a few moments longer, body relaxing fully into the couch. His eyes were closed as he soaked up the remaining natural bliss.

You came and sat beside him on the couch, leaning against him. “Good day?” You asked, kissing his cheek. Slash smiled back down at you tiredly.

“Always.”

[skinomyteethh]

OH MY GOD PLEASEE PLEASE PLEASE MAKE AN AXL ROSE X FEM READER SMUT DRABBLE

i beg of you. i love your writing

bump and grind

pairing; axl rose x fem! reader

summary; sex w slightly drugged axl

contains/warnings; drug use, fingering, handjob, teasing, slight cum eating i think, sex (duhh), like no dialogue. may contain spelling mistakes

authors note; raaahh i hope u like it this was kinda rushed lololol

the bedroom was quiet, dimly lit, the only light that filled the room belonged to a small lamp on the bedside table. he took a small, re-closable plastic out of the back pocket of his leather pants, spilling the white powder in a somewhat neat line down her thigh. he inched closer to her thigh, slowly snorting the powder, sighing in pure ecstasy.

axl tilted his head upward, placing soft, messy kisses on her stomach. his kisses trailed up to her chest, shoving his face in between her breasts. soon enough his warm, wet tongue licked her nipple repeatedly, roughly kneading her other breast with his left hand. her soft, desperate moans replaced the silence in the room. [name] streamed her hand down to his undergarments, sliding them off just enough to allow his erect dick to spring out against his stomach.

the tip of his cock was a bright pink, droplets of pre-cum spilling from the slit. she wrapped her hand around it, slowly jerking him off. axl moaned against her nipple, the vibrations sending a whole new shock of pleasure throughout her body. he unattached himself from her chest, breathing heavily as she stroked him.

"oh fuck baby, just like that.." he slightly thrusted his hips against her hand, biting his bottom lip as he groaned in satisfaction. axl had his eyes closed tightly, the drug he had previously consumed only intensified the pleasure he felt, it was incredibly overwhelming for him.

he shakily brought his hand down, in between her legs, rubbing small, sloppy circles on her clit. her pinkish lips parted, moans spilling out from between them, her stroking slowing down. axl roughly slapped her soaked cunt, coating his fingers in her arousal before slowly inserting his middle finger and ring finger into her tight, velvety entrance.

pleads and random words spilt from her mouth as he messily fingered her open. his fingers seemed to hit spots she never knew she had, spots that caused her to shiver and wail in pure fulfillment as he made her inch closer and closer to the edge. [name] absolutely loved indulging in hedonism with axl, he always made her feel so good, so beautiful.

her hand let go of his dick, now both of her arms were wrapped around him clawing at his back as she reached her first orgasm of the night. "oh fuck, i'm coming axl.." and with one final harsh thrust of his fingers she finally came, absolutely soaking axl's fingers even more than before. he pulled them out, sticking his tongue out, licking a strip from his knuckles, up to his fingertips, tasting her cum.

as [name] caught her breath axl desperately lined his cock up with her entrance, slowly pushing inside her. the feeling of her warm and wet cunt around him made his breath hitch. upon taking a very deep breath axl began slowly thrusting in and out of her, groaning. her perfectly manicured fingernails clawed at his back, leaving light red marks behind.

their sounds of pleasure grew louder and louder, his thrusts became mildly uncoordinated as his orgasm crept up on him. the sight of her legs whorishly spread and the heavenly moans that came out of her lips seem to be enough to push him to the edge, axl rapidly and rather swiftly pulled out of her, his cum now spilling onto her stomach as he threw his head back in mere euphoria.

"oh my god..that was amazing" he muttered under his breath, biting his bottom lip. axl laid down next to [name], placing soft kisses on her cheek.

"you were amazing hun."

[whxr3ss]

I'M THE ONE, THE ONE YOU LOVE.

warnings: smut. your a virgin. filthy. if your a minor, or your uncomfortable, click off!

summary: duff and you are getting intimate, but you rush to tell duff something before anything.

pairing: duff mckagan x fem!reader

authors note: GRRR i haven't been online recently. very harsh stuff going on, but i managed to pull this out of my drafts. got lazy to finish (HELP) but i hope its good guys! love you all <3

duff mckagan's cold, but soft and gentle hands swiftly touched your body, hands grasping your curves, his fingers running along your sides while his lips touched yours in a heated embrace. his eyes were closed shut, and he continued to kiss you, before his lips sneakily turned to your neck, snaking down to plant soft, but wet kisses along your neck, slightly biting down and sucking at the sensitive skin that made your body squirm with every kiss he could lay down.

you let out soft whimpers, noises you didn't make.. often, you could say. your thighs were then touched by duff's hands, while he held them. he squeezed at them, gently caressing them with his touch. you were a virgin, and you were dating someone older than you, but not too older. his tongue ran across your neck, and he moved his touchy hands to your panties, tugging at the lace.

you knew duff had no idea you were a virgin, and you needed to tell him, or else he'd be clueless.

“-duff, i, i need to say something,”

you hushed out. he paused.

“what is it, babe?” he questioned, a smile curled on his lips.

“i- i'm a- i- uh, virgin,”

you hummed out, looking at him with embarrassment. he didn't say anything, well at first, but then just blank stared at you before speaking up. “wait, your a virgin? i don't want to do anything else until I know your okay with this- are you sure you want to do any of this? It is okay if- if not, i'll wait until your ready,”

duff spoke out in a gamble of different words, but you managed to make out what he was saying. you wanted this, no, you needed this. your pussy ached in anticipation, while wetness dripped onto your panties. you were soaked. “i-i yes, want this, i want you, no, i need you,” you spoke up in a upbeat tone, biting ur bottom lip. what were you doing? "look- i can- can see that, but it's a yes or no answer,” he explained to you, staring you down. you nodded your head as in a yes. he shook his head, and one of his hands moved to your chin, gently holding it, and his face inched closer to yours.

"use your words, honey."

he whispered in your ear. that made you writhe. “yes, duff, i want this.” you rushed out. “..okay honey, if that's what you want.” he agreed. your pants and shirt were already tossed on the floor,, but duff wasn't undressed yet. his hands grasped your panties, and he slipped them off in a heated moment, tossing them aside. “fuck, your soaked,” he practically teased, smirking at you. "so wet," he whispered to you, and he then went ahead to use two fingers to rub your heat in circles.

you began to moan softly, whimpers escaped your mouth while duff rubbed your dripping heat. "eager, huh?" he whispered to you, now licking your jawline as his fingers worked at your soaked heat, two fingers rubbing in circles.

"just relax for me, i know you haven't done this before," duff spoke in sweetness to you, while you whimpered and whined. he then used two fingers, and he slowly began to finger fuck you, sliding them slickly into your dripping pussy. it felt exaggerating, as some pain coursed, but some didn't. you let out soft sighs of pleasure— as it didn't hurt, it was definitely a new feeling to you. as duff continued, one of his hands held onto your inner thigh, clenching the skin sweetly as he leant down and kissed there, leaving hickeys on the sensitive skin there. "you okay baby?" duff asked, humming softly.

"m-mmhm," you whimpered out, moaning as he fucked you with his fingers. continuing, you felt your climax approaching. he swiftly continued, smirking as he watched your face contort into pleasure, practically fueling his desire & need for you even more. the male watched as your cum dripped onto his fingers. "good girl, hm?" he whispered, looking down at you. as you quivered, sighing in pleasure.

"don't worry baby, i got you."

[marvelobsessed134]

Izzy stradlin with cry kink please?🧡

Kinktober day 7: crying kink with Izzy Stradlin

A/n: again, so sorry for the lack of kinktober posts but I’m making up for it today y’all get three fics so enjoy! And I’m sorry it’s short! I want Izzy Stradlin to use me for his personal pleasure

Warnings: crying kink obviously, spanking, rough smut, Izzy is kind of a sadist in this, dom!izzy, sub!reader, gagging, reader is really there for Izzys personal pleasure but still gets some

Summary: How Izzy treats his bad girl

You were on your knees, bare, in front of Izzy as he stroked his cock teasingly in front of your face.

“Today, since you’ve been such a brat, you’re gonna deal with the consequences. It sucks because I was going to treat you real well today. Oh well.” He shrugged at the last part before roughly grabbing your hair and shoving his cock in your mouth.

You sat there helplessly, hands behind your back as you let him use your mouth for his own personal gain. It made you wetter than ever, being used like this. The guitarist shoved your head down, making you choke on his cock. Tears sprung in your eyes and he got even harder if that was possible. Izzy loved to make you cry.

“Look at you, fucking crybaby.” He sneered before finally letting you off his dick.

You were crying, from both pleasure and pain. You didn’t have much time to think about anything because next thing you knew you were being bent over the couch.

Izzy teased your folds with his tip, “So wet. You love being used like a worthless little slut don’t you?”

“Yes.” You cried.

He entered you, bottoming out immediately and started thrusting into you. “Fuuuck yes.” He moaned, slapping your ass. He kept thrusting into you and slapping your ass till it was red.

“Oh! Oh!” You cried, gripping the armrest for dear life.

“You’re so tight, fuck yes baby.”

“Izzy…I want to cum please let me cum?” You asked pleadingly.

He flipped you over on your back and looked in your eyes before spitting on your face, “No. you’re just gonna lay here and take my load. Afterwards you’re gonna make dinner. You understand?”

His words alone sent you over the edge but you knew you couldn’t cum this time.

“Y-yes!” You moaned.

His thrusts picked up again, and he shot his cum into your fertile womb.

The two of you laid there, him hovering over you as you tried to regain your breaths.

“What’s for dinner baby?” He asked after he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.

“Spaghetti”

“I should invite Nikki over then.”

[aishnico]

I'm thinkinggggg....maybe something angsty to fluffy with Slash?

#𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃: 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳

» summary: you were tired of your boyfriend’s drug habit, so one night you asked him to choose between you and his habit. when he left you without an answer, you went to let all these things out of your head.

» word count: 2.1k

» warnings: angst to fluff, alcohol, described drug use, grammar issues

another glass has broken with your heart. you couldn't fix the glass once it's broken but the heart could. countless apologies, excuses, and promises would fix your heart, but not properly.

but you were sure this time, it surely broke and couldn't be fixed.

you looked at the floor. vodka was spreading through it, so your tears across your cheeks.

he turned his back against you. leaned his arms over the table. "don't... don't ever tell me what to do. you are supposed to be my girlfriend, not my mom, damn it!" he then rushed over to you. you weren't scared of him. you knew he would never hit you. but you were scared what was he going to say next.

"it's not my fault that you can't make me feel better than this shit!" he showed you a little pack of white dust. you felt helpless. you would hide his drugs away from him. and he was that addicted to find them no matter where they were. you would do this because you cared about him, and didn't want to see him killing himself over and over.

you wiped your tears and stood up. "i don't want to see you killing yourself anymore. you're not only killing yourself, you're also killing me! don't you care about me?!"

"bullshit, you're not dying. you're well enough to argue with me!"

"don't dodge the question, do you care about me?! do you want me to be happy?!" you were yelling at him and your voice got weaker. he was silent, looking at the floor. you gulped and approached him.

"i'm going to ask this you once again. you would always change the topic but this time you don't have a choice but to make a decision. drugs, or me?" you asked. looking at his big, brown eyes sincerely.

he looked at you. he wanted to say something, you felt it. or maybe you were wrong. he didn't say anything and went to the bedroom. you were standing not knowing how to react or what to do.

you wanted to swear to him, telling the most painful words to him. but at the same time, you wanted to talk with him again. trying to convince him to get clean for the nth time. you didn't care how much this was going to take. you just wanted to be happy with him.

but guess he chose to be happy just alone.

you left the home and went to the busy streets of los angeles, trying to find an empty cab. after minutes, you found and entered inside. you told the driver the name of the bar where you would often hang out with guys. you wish one of them was there.

and of course there was the indispencable axl! he greeted you nicely but his smile dropped when he saw your heartbroken face. "sugar, what happened?!"

you didn't answer him, just sat next to him and buried your head in your hands. he patted your back. "is it slash again?" you raised your head and looked at him.

"i asked him to choose between me or drugs, he didn't even answer me! i don't know how many times i tried to get him to the rehab, how many times i hid them from him. he just... *sob* can't give up on his first love. i'm nothing to him."

"that's not true, you mean a lot to him. i can't even imagine how he would be like without you."

you sobbed and buried your face again. "do you want a drink? i want a drink. i'm going to buy us drinks!" he went to the bartender. after a couple of seconds, he was walking through your direction but stopped once he saw a beautiful chick. he then gave her your drink. fucking carrot... you thought and stood up from your seat.

you were walking across the people, trying to forget things at least for tonight. and you stopped once you saw a couple of guys snorting cocaine. they smiled at you. "wanna join?" you didn't answer but sat next to them. maybe you could befriend them and let all these things out of your head. but you weren't talking with them unless one of them approached you.

"what's bothering you? we don't want to see people in deep thoughts around us. just forget them. let them go even for just one night." he probably understood that you've never done this before.

he rolled up a small piece of paper into a straw. there was already a big amount of cocaine on the table. he grabbed his razor blade, chopped it, and made a short line of it. he looked at you.

"wanna try? if you don't, then i will." you sighed and wondered how is the feeling this thing gives to your boyfriend or your friends. you then took the roll of paper from him and quickly snorted the line.

you gasped loudly and pulled your head backwards. after a couple of minutes, you felt yourself hot, your palms were sweating and your heart was beating like crazy. the guy beside you laughed at you.

"how does it feel?"

"i... i d-don't know, i feel anxious, i g-guess?" you stuttered. he rubbed your back. "then you should snort again, you will start to feel happy. trust me."

you felt unsure but remembered the times when slash would come home to you happily. he would cling to you and refuse to let you go for a while. he would be so lovey-dovey with you. his current mood would also make you cheerful. but then you realized it's not because he saw you again after an exhausting day, he was because of this shit. you wondered if you could be cheerful like him at the moment.

so you nodded and he chopped again and made you a roll. you took a deep breath and snorted all of it. your head became more fuzzy but a couple of minutes later you felt cheerful and excited. you chuckled at yourself and stood up while staggering.

"now i get it," you grinned and winked at him. then you started to go to the dance floor. you were staggering but you didn't care. you were walking between people and saying them good morning! while smiling. they looked at you strangely.

when you approached the dance floor you started to move slowly, and accommodating to the song. after a couple of seconds, you were dancing like crazy, not minding to look cringe. everybody here was like you, after all.

the guy who helped you to snort stopped behind you. when you turned your head to him you smiled.

"i was looking for you, wanna dance together?" you closed your eyes and shook your head to him. then turn your back against him again. you suddenly felt a pair of hands around your waist.

"now, now. don't be like that. you look so precious and funny right now. let me enjoy your company for a while." his face now was behind your ear. he whispered "maybe we can bring this to another place..." you then turned to him and knitted your eyebrows. "i thought i said no?" you left him there and started to look for axl.

your body temperature was increasing, and so was your heartbeat. you started to struggle more, you knew you looked pathetically and never wanted to do it again. even if your little happiness lasted a couple of minutes.

"axl... axl wh-where are yhou? call shlash..." you couldn't even speak properly. your legs started to shake. you found the door and exited the bar. you were walking to the road. eyes searching for your boyfriend. maybe he was worried about you so he came here to look for you?

“shl-soul, are yhou h-here?" you were squinting, trying to figure out which car was your boyfriend's. and before you realize it, you were hit by something massive.

you woke up with loud noises. you grimaced because fluorescent light was dazzling your eyes. you slowly blinked and turned your gaze to where the sounds were coming from. you saw axl and slash, arguing about something.

"how could you let her snort?! why didn't you stay by her side?!"

"she's not a child, especially not mine! she can make her decisions now, you know!"

you saw slash sit on the couch in front of you. he buried his face in his hands. axl sighed and left the room. when he did, you heard sounds of crying and sobs.

"how could i let this happen..?" he sounded helpless. it made your heart clench. when either of you would cry, the other one would join after. it was mutual. so tears were leaking from your eyes now. he raised his messed up face and looked at you, eyes widened at realization.

"sweetheart, you're awake!" he cheered but his voice was broken. you didn't say anything. he grabbed your hand and placed it on his, caressing gently. "how do you feel?" he asked.

you just shrugged. "i don't know, my legs hurt." he shut his eyes and gulped. "i... i am sorry, for not being there with you." his voice sounded shaking. you wanted to ask him if that was all he wanted to apologize for, but before you opened your mouth, he continued.

"not only for this. i am sorry for not listening to you, even though you only cared about my well-being. sorry for making you cry and feel heartbroken. you never deserved this, never. and i don't deserve your concern.

when you asked me to choose between you and drugs, i went to the bedroom only to think about that. i didn't choose them over you. i could never choose something over you. you're my priority, my everything. i never want something bad to happen to you. i could never get over this." he finished and kissed your hand carefully.

you sighed. "oh slash, i don't even know how many times we talked about this. same thing happens every time..." he looked at you with his big pretty brown eyes. "i swear this is the last time, we'll never talk about this. i swear. i don't want to make you miserable anymore. you deserve nothing but happiness. and i'm more willing to give you that."

you raised your head and looked at the ceiling, sighed again. "did that accident have to happen for you to say these?"

he straightened up. "don't tell me you did this on purpose..." his voice sounded nervous. you shook your head. "of course i didn't, i just always wondered how this shit makes you happy but i'm not, so i wanted to try it once."

"pretty, you know this shit is nothing compared to you. i was mad at you for you hiding it, but that's not an excuse for to me say those untrue things to you."

you smiled at yourself, wondering if axl or duff talked to him about this. finally, you gave up on yourself.

"i love you so much, slash. and i guess we both understood how is to lose almost someone."

"i love you too, sweetheart. more than everything. and yeah, you're right. i don't want one of us to experience this feeling again. " he smiled sincerely at you.

you tried to move your body aside and patted to empty space. he looked at you worringly. "are you sure, doll? i don't want to hurt or crush you." you just chuckled and opened your arms to him. he hesitated but climbed to the bed. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him for a kiss. the kiss was sensual and full of love. you missed his plump and soft lips on yours, on every part of your body.

you then run your fingers through his dark curly hair. you loved playing with them carefully. he doesn't like it when it hurts.

you wanted to deepen the kiss because you missed him so much. you don't remember when you two kissed like this last time. but he pulled out looking at you breathlessly, then lay beside you.

"after we go home, i'm gonna search and then register myself on a program. this time i'm gonna complete it, i swear." he grabbed your hand and pressed a wet kiss on it. then did the same thing to your cheek. "slash!" you whined but he knew you actually liked it.

you were lying on his chest while he was caressing your waist. you've felt peaceful. and felt like your eyes would shut soon. he noticed it and planted a wet kiss on your forehead. you giggled.

"i love you." he said while sincerely looking at you. you smiled and snuggled to him. "i love you too, my big crybaby."

[atthewhisky]

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axl rose x reader ౨ৎ

explicit sexual content ౨ৎ

ꪆৎ　 " is it nice to feel free and wild ? "

You can feel him looking, eyes sharp, curious, intriguing as they stare at you from across the room. Cheeks heat, legs cross as you catch his eye once, twice, thrice - too many times for it to be coincidence.

What to do? Talk to him? Look back instead of shying away and flicking your eyes down towards your feet? It’s almost like you can feel his smirk, his taunts and jeers at your shyness.

He loves it. Revels in it, in fact.

He’s prepared - fully prepared - to chase you. Catch you in his grasp and have his way with you.

The air of arrogance, entitlement and pride oozing off of him like the scent of tar and nicotine that permeated his clothes and skin was enticing. To think that he would pick you when he could have any woman in the room.

You, sitting in your dress - dolled up and looking like the prettiest picture.

It's how you found yourself pushed against the wall, drunk off the sweet kisses he'd given you on the elevator ride to his room - damn nearly passing out from the aggressive clash of lips that occurred when the door had finally slammed behind him.

His hands slipped over your body, tracing the indent of your waist and the curve of your thighs, lips attacking and suckling - kissing with, seemingly, everything he had to give.

"What's your name?" he murmured between kisses.

"Doesn't matter," you breathed out, too caught up with the feel of his hands against you to think - the warmth of flesh as handprints burnt into your skin. Branding you.

Claiming you with a possessiveness that sent flashes of heat spurting through you.

“If you say so,” he smirked against your lips, pecking and sucking and pulling you flush against him - guiding you to the bed. “First one to come in here,” he muttered. “Wanna break in the bed?”

Forward: it's how he was. How he is. How he remains to be. He was not shy with you - did not wonder what he should say or how he should treat you.

He took everything he wanted and he would take you. The decision was made when he saw you, so pretty in your dress - all done up like you were on display for him, to stare at and admire until he couldn't take it anymore and ripped you from the glass cage of denial you sat in.

"I'll do whatever you want," you whispered into his ear, placing your hands on his chest and looking at him with needy eyes and swollen lips.

Hands closed around your waist, fingertips digging into the flesh of your waist and bruising you with their strong grip. There was a moment of weakness at your words, an indistinguishable sound coming from the back of his throat as you gazed at him with unadulterated desire.

"Whatever I want?" he asked, pushing you backwards with slow, careful steps. "You sure?"

The unashamed conceit, the assuredness that he would make you feel good no matter what he did to you. It was all part of the appeal. You wouldn't deny how incredible it felt to have captured the attention of someone seemingly impossible to seize - someone who seemed to tower above you like some deity.

"Yeah," you breathed out. "Please, just-" he cut you off with his lips to yours, head hitting the mattress as he pushed you backwards and clambered on top of you.

"Please?" he questioned as he pushed your dress up your legs, bunching it around your waist and brushing his fingers against your panties. "Please what?"

"Please I-" he cut you off again. The bastard did it again - with a swipe over your clothed clit with his thumb. The simple contact made you shiver, had you keening and gasping for more.

"Please..." he murmured, mulling over your words and beginning to continually rub at your clit. "Still don't know what you mean."

"Fuck," you gasped, feeling the tingling in your cunt and the fuzz in your brain. "Axl..."

The blissful movements continued, never failing in his ministrations until the feeling was gone and his hands were off your pussy. Before you could complain, his lips were back on yours, smirking into the kiss as you bucked your hips at the phantom feel of him.

"You're real fuckin' sensitive, you know that, baby?" he said.

You could tell: he loved this. He loved the power he had over you, the reaction he gained just from a few swipes of his thumb. His ego inflated and rushed to his head like the blood in his body when he was tipped upside down. Having you so desperate even though he had barely touched you was as good to him as the lines he snorted last night - the high they gave him.

He felt just as high with you.

Axl had always had a keen eye - a knack for observing the people around him and simultaneously judging if they'd be a good lay. And god, you might just be the best prey he'd hunted. You were utterly perfect, splayed out on the bed with your dress (that he would soon rip off) around your waist and your needy little eyes looking up at him with unadulterated, filthy desire.

You were so perfect, that he was considering keeping you around for another night.

You weren't the "bang 'em and bin 'em" type.

"I am?" you breathed out, unsure of how to answer his question.

"Yeah," he was shrugging his jacket off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor with a harsh thud. "Yeah, you are." He grabbed you fully by the waist, fingers digging into your skin and hiked you up the bed with all his strength - placing you right in the middle. "Gonna use it to my advantage."

You mewled. Fuck, he could talk dirty.

A chuckle rose from the back of his throat as he worked at his belt buckle, pulling the leather from the loops of his jeans and throwing the item somewhere near his jacket.

Upon hearing the sounds of his fingers against his buckle, you gazed down at his crotch, then directed your attention north. He was still wearing his shirt. You didn't appreciate it one bit.

"Off," you murmured as you clawed at the material, trying to pry it off him and reveal the muscles underneath.

"Only if I can take that off first." He tugged on your dress, pinching the fabric between his fingers as he sat on his haunches - bracketing your thighs.

You nodded desperately, raising your hips so he could gain access to the hem and slip it swiftly over your head.

"Most desperate chick I've ever had," he said seemingly to himself as he pulled off your dress and you lay before him in lacy underwear. "And the best thing is, I don't even think you're fakin' it."

You couldn't reply, couldn't find the words as he pulled on his shirt, lifted his arms above his head and removed the offending item from his body. It got thrown alongside his jacket and belt.

He was lean under the clothes, skin pulled over taut muscle that flexed with every breath. He was beautiful. Godsent. Hastily, you noticed the ring attached to his nipple, giggling slightly at the sight.

"What?" he questioned, smirking at your laugh.

"Nothin'," you muttered. "Just...doesn't that hurt?"

His eyes migrated to where you were staring, looking down at his nipple.

"This?" He grabbed onto the metal, tugged slightly and you winced. He laughed. "No. Not now it's healed. Why? Wanna touch it?"

"No," you said resolutely although you secretly did want to touch it. You thought that would be too weird for the first time. Maybe in the morning if he kept you around.

"Your loss," he murmured, a smirk toying at his lips as he pulled on the buttons of his jeans, pushing down the zipper - the noise resounding against your ears.

He was quick to tug off his pants and you were shocked (although you probably shouldn't have been) to see his cock bounce out of his jeans - hard and leaking.

Of course, Axl Rose went commando.

You choked out an unfamiliar noise, eyes fixated on his dick.

Suddenly, you felt very exposed. You felt bare. Even though he was the one who was naked as the day he was born. At least you had your underwear on to maintain some sort of dignity.

Despite his watchful gaze, he didn't seem to notice your shift in tone - only gazed at your eyes as they lit up with longing.

Then, his hands were on you, his body leaning over you as he pulled down the cups of your bra and thumbed at your hard nipples. His lips caught yours again, biting and sucking as he pressed a few kisses to your mouth and then moved to your neck.

The kisses continued, down and down until he got bored of your bra restricting his access and reached round your back to pull at the clasp. The lace slid off your shoulders, thrown amongst his clothes and finally, he pressed his mouth over your nipples.

You quickly began to decipher his rhythm: soft aggression. He bit your nipple and then quickly soothed over it with a lick from his tongue, dug his fingers into your waist and then rubbed at the bruises he'd created.

It was a beautiful dance, a great contradiction that had you tossing and turning like a lifeboat at sea.

Eventually, his fingers hooked into the hem of your panties, wasting no time as he pushed them down your thighs, eyes fixated on your cunt as he slowly revealed what he had been yearning for.

He cocked his head to the side, getting a real good look. His stare heated your cheeks, and you pushed against the force of his hand that kept your legs spread. He felt the movement, the desire you had to close your legs and curl up into a hole. He wouldn't have it. He would get what he wanted.

"Don't go gettin' shy on me now," he murmured. "Keep those legs open."

It was so easy to comply with orders. So very easy. You spread your legs further apart, the cool air hitting your centre and you suddenly became hyper-aware of how wet you were - how you knew he would be able to see your slick glistening between your thighs.

"Fuckin' wetter than a virgin," he chuckled, the crass phrase only forcing a moan from your throat. That only made him laugh more. "Jesus, baby, I only spoke. Wonder how loud you get when I fuck you."

"Shut up," you said futilely - lying through your teeth because you knew full well that you didn't want him to shut up.

In fact, it was the last thing you wanted him to do.

"Yeah, fuckin' make me."

You couldn't reply as he slipped his finger between your folds, gathering slick on the tip of his finger and dragging it up to your clit. The pressure, the sweet blissful pressure hit you like a tidal wave, a gasp falling from your lips. He circled your clit so softly it felt like he was killing you with his tenderness. Your hips bucked, your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth fell open as whimpers escaped your throat.

"Axl," you moaned, hands flying to his shoulders as he prodded at your entrance and slipped his finger in with one motion. It burned. But the curl of his finger inside you made you forget all about the ache.

The only thought at the forefront of your mind was, "I want him inside me."

"Axl, please," you muttered, forcing your eyes open so you could hopefully display what you needed with one expression.

He did not stop his movements, stroking your insides and occasionally swiping your clit with his thumb - the added sensation pushing you closer to the edge.

"What?" he feigned sympathy, mocking you with his tone. "What does the poor little baby want?"

"Y-you," you keened, hips thrusting into his hands. "P-please."

"Now I know what those pleases were for," he said, referring to your previous begs. It seemed like a lifetime ago and yet, in reality, it had only been twenty minutes. "Just wanted my dick in you, huh?"

"Y-yeah." You scratched at his shoulders, digging in so hard you wouldn't be surprised if you drew blood.

`'Thought so." He was so damn arrogant, so confident in his abilities that it almost made you envious. Although, you didn't have much time for envy as he was crawling over you, chest to chest and pressing kisses to your lips.

His length was brushing against your bare pussy, sending shocks of electricity down your spine - desire in your stomach.

For a split second, his resolve faded, his eyes slipping shut as the head of his cock felt the resistance of your wet centre. His breath hitched, jaw clenching as he tried to hold back. But, he fully pushed in, your tight heat engulfing him - pulling him into you, and he couldn't keep quiet. He let out a shuddering breath, hands gripping onto the pillows as he seated himself inside you.

If he was embarrassed at his reaction, there was no need to be as you were so enamoured with the feel of him stretching you out, the dull ache that settled in your stomach and blossomed around your body, that you could barely focus on him. The world slipped away, the room merging into black ink before your very eyes.

You didn't even know you were being loud until he commented on it.

"Knew you'd moan like a whore."

His voice surprised you, so caught up in the first feel of him that you had forgotten his mouth next to your ear - armed with filthy phrases that he knew would have you reaching your peak even before he moved.

He was fully seated inside you now, balls pressing against your ass as he savoured the feel of you, warm around him and tighter than a fucking vice.

You had to latch onto him when he started moving, pulling out of you completely before slamming back into you. After the first thrust, he didn't slow down. It only got more intense. He was determined, with gritted teeth and low growls, to push you off the cliff edge, to feel you cumming around him and moaning like a fucking sex-crazed banshee in his ear.

And just like him, when you started, you didn't stop. You were chasing something beautiful, searching deep within you and hoping to extract the waves and waves of pleasure that would eventually drown you.

With his cock inside you, pistoning at a pace you were unable to keep up with, you couldn't help but moan as loud as your throat would allow - scratching his back as his muscles flexed underneath your hands.

The headboard was banging against the wall as he thrust with all his might, grunts and groans being pushed from his mouth as you continued with your onslaught of uncontrolled screeching.

Whoever was next door was getting a damn show.

"So fuckin' tight, baby," he muttered in your ear, words slurred and losing all meaning. It was all pure filth. Words not meant to be heard by holy ears - just like the noise coming from between your legs. It was all so obscene. And that only made it more thrilling. "Look at you," he cooed, brushing your hair from your face as his own stuck to the sweat accumulating his brow. "All fucked out...fuckin' prettiest whore..."

He didn't finish his sentence, eyes closing as he doubled his efforts. You were sure there must've been a dent in the wall by now.

That wonderful pressure was there, right in your stomach, building and building until you knew you were ready to snap.

"A- Axl," you moaned, back arching and nails digging into his flesh. "Axl..." he palmed your tits, gripping them in his bare hands before landing a slap to the right one. Then to the left.

The aggression and the violence amalgamated a filthy feeling inside you - a new discovery.

As you came, throat hoarse from screaming, you hoped he'd keep you around. At least for another night. Just so maybe he could rough you around a little more - land a few smacks on your ass next time.

"There you go," he encouraged, voice deeper than usual (if that was even possible). "Cum on my cock, baby, that's it- fuck."

You could tell he was close, his hips faltering in their rhythm, his head falling into the crook of your neck as you let out weak whimpers as aftershocks ran through you.

With one final thrust, his cock twitched inside you, his breath hot against your ear, his balls against your ass and his cum coating your walls. It didn't even occur to you whether you were on contraceptives or not - had just let him blindly cum inside you without a condom. However, it felt so warm, so fulfilling that you didn't care.

He didn't seem to either as he rolled off you, dick slipping out of you and his weight leaving the bed. Briefly, you thought he was leaving, that your fears had come true, but he only picked up his jacket and fished for his pack of Marlboro's, placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting it.

"Want one?" he murmured, and you put your arm over your face, trying to conceal how blissed out you felt. There was a chuckle from him as you didn't reply, the smell of tobacco in the air. "Didn't even do anything special and I've got you as limp as an old man's dick."

You laughed at that, brushing away the tears that had travelled to your hairline and gazed at him. He stood naked at the foot of the bed, his hair slightly mussed from your constant touches and his body glimmering with drying sweat.

He was gorgeous.

You wanted to keep him.

So, in an attempt to keep the spark alive, to remain in his presence for as long as you could, you spoke up.

"Wanna shower with me?"

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