#in my duff feels this morning

[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.

[metallicaislife]

metallicaislife masterlist

I mainly write for Metallica, but there will be dustings of Guns 'N Roses(mainly Slash and Duff as that is who I know best in the band) scenarios too.

✨ = fluff

🌹= smut

😿 = sad/angst

METALLICA

Christmas Decorating - Metallica ✨

Cliff Burton

Thin Lizzy and Mary Jane ✨

First Time 🌹

Afternoon Delight 🌹

My Girl ✨

Save a Horse, Ride a Bassist 🌹

Early Morning Surprise 🌹

Tag Team 🌹

Day Trip ✨

Tight Fit 🌹

Birthday Boy ✨🌹

What Flusters Cliff ✨

Making You Feel Good 🌹

What's Your Fantasy? 🌹

Dreams 🌹

Childhood Friends ✨

Cliff Burton Headcanons ✨

Talk is Just Talk, Right? 🌹

James Hetfield

Daydream 😿🌹

Daydream Pt 2 😿✨

Daydream Pt 3 ✨

Been Hiding in Plain Sight ✨

Impatient 🌹

Let Me Take Care of You 🌹✨

What's Your Fantasy? 🌹

Brothers Best Friend ✨

Brothers Best Friend pt 2 ✨

My Nemesis, James Hetfield ✨

My Nemesis, James Hetfield pt 2 ✨

My Nemesis, James Hetfield pt 2 Bloopers ✨

Hey Jealousy 😿✨

Kirk Hammett

The Exorcist ✨

Long Day ✨

Phone Call Confession ✨

Tag Team 🌹

A Steamy Halloween 🌹

Bad Mood 😿✨

Pushed to Confess 🌹

After the Show 🌹

The Photographer and the Guitarist ✨🌹

The Photographer and the Guitarist pt 2 ✨🌹

Introverted 😿✨

Slow Mornings ✨

The Interview 🌹

Arguments 🌹

Birthday Wishes ✨🌹

I Want to Learn 🌹

I Want to Learn pt 2 🌹

Overworked 😿✨

Meet and Greet 🌹

Kirk w/ a Clingy gf Headcanon ✨

Embarrassment Leads to… 🌹

Kirk Hammett Headcanons ✨

Lars Ulrich

The Spank Bank Incident ✨

Being Lars Girl Best Friend Headcanon ✨

Dating Lars Headcanons ✨

Jason Newsted

nothing yet

Rob Trujillo

Dating Current!Rob Trujillo Headcanons ✨

News ✨

Lazy Day In ✨

New Sensations 🌹

Dave Mustaine

Talk is Just Talk, Right? 🌹

GUNS 'N ROSES

Christmas Decorating - Guns N Roses ✨

Duff McKagan

Coconut Tequila ✨

Award Show ✨

Slash

The Unintentional Heartbreaker ✨(mentions spicy but not explicit)

Unwell ✨

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The DUFF 3

Warnings: groping, insecurity, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥

Image credit (I want to give dues where due but don't want the creator to keep getting tagged in my posts as I have been approached by some before that they don't want me in their notifs)

You don’t know what to do. How do these things work? Do you just take your clothes and go? Do you wait until he wakes up?

You’re really not sure what happens next. You've only seen the morning after in movies and they don't exactly reflect real life.

You’re stuck beneath his arm, slung around you from behind. The scent of his sweat and yours clings to the blankets. You hug your chest as you stare at the wall and try to untangle the riddle of how to proceed.

You shift one leg against the other and repress a groan. He’s left you sore but delectably so. Each brush of your thighs reminds you of how he felt inside you, all the same inspiring a sense of hollowness.

As you try to ease the weight off your shoulder, he hums and his arm curls around you. He pulls himself closer, flush to your back, and you freeze. The soft hair along his chest presses against you and his bicep bulges as he squeezes you tight. He nuzzles behind your ear and you feel a twitch against your ass. Oh.

Maybe there’s more? Maybe it isn’t over? But you know that men often have some nocturnal activity uninspired by reality. 

You slip your arm from under the blanket and touch his wrist. You contemplate escape. You don’t want him to wake up sober and realise what he’s done. You don’t want to ruin this. 

You try to lift his arm but he merely holds you tighter. He elicits a growl that whisks against the shell of your ear. You give up almost at once. His nose brushes your lobe as he breathes you in.

“Don’t leave,” he purrs, gentle but firm.

“I… should,” you eke out.

“Mmmm,” he burrows his nose in your hair, “why?”

You swallow. You don’t have an answer for him. It’s Saturday. You don’t have work and your friends won’t be awake till noon with how much they drank. So what do you tell him? I should go before you see me?

“Stay,” he hooks his leg around yours and pulls it back, “for me, bunny.”

Your cheeks bloom with heat. Bunny? That’s cute, it doesn’t quite fit you, does it?

He runs his fingertips up your arm, a trail of goosebumps speckling your skin. His fingers dance along your shoulder before he slides beneath the blanket. You hold your breath, tense as he delves further, following the curve of your body to your waist.

“Please,” you choke out, “don’t–”

You frantically reach beneath the blanket and stop his hand as he touches your stomach. You cringle as his rough palm brushes your middle. He hums and rolls his hips.

“What? God, you’re so hot, baby,” he kneads your stomach.

You blink and your lips part dryly. Your heart flutters as hot adrenaline surges through your veins. Could he really want someone like you?

He drags his hand from beneath yours and traces the line of your pelvis. He draws circles there, inching closer and closer to your cunt. You shudder as he keeps your legs parted, his own still curled around your knee.

“Curtis…” you murmur.

“Shh, bunny, just… relax,” he coaxes as he cups his hand over your pussy.

You gasp as he spreads your lips with his index and ring fingers. You bite the tip of your tongue as he presses his middle finger against your clit and flicks. Your hips spasm and you squeeze his forearms. You feel his tendons and bulging veins against your palm. He’s so perfect but he treats you better than.

He rolls his fingertips around your bud, keeping a stirring pressure as he huffs into your hair. You heave as your insides coil in delight. He snarls as he urges you on, playing with you until your whimpering and desperate.

“Come on, baby, you can do it,” he growls, “I know you can cum for me. Hmm?”

You squeak as your muscles string tight. Your nerves storm in your core and ping off each other as the tension builds. You clutch his arm tight as you brace yourself for your orgasm.

“You want me to put it in? You gotta cum for me, okay? You gotta be ready for me, bunny.”

You moan as your walls quiver. You want him and your body clenches at the thought of having him. You push your head back as you surrender to him. You squeal as your climax crashes into you, shaking your body as you buck wildly against his hand. He purrs and helps you through, rubbing your clit until you're weak and senseless.

“How do you want me, baby?” He trails his hand along your pelvis, wiping your slickness up to your hip.

“I… I…” you can’t answer. What can you say? You just want him.

“Can I have you like this, baby?” He wiggles his dick against your ass. He rigid and wanting.

You gulp and nod, moaning out a slew of gibberish.

He inhales and holds in the air. He reaches to your thigh and pushes your leg higher. He hooks his other arm beneath you as he shifts even closer. Your head lolls on the pillow and you arch your back as he guides your body.

He snakes his hand down and tilts his pelvis, catching his tip between his fingers as he frames your cunt. He rests his cheek against your head as he inches into you, letting out his breath as he slowly buries himself as deep as he can. He holds himself there as you squirm and clench around him.

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing good,” he preens as he pulls back, “hmm, you’re so good for me, aren’t you?” He slides in again and once more stays sheathed in you, “do you feel how you fit me so perfect?”

[duffslut]

Why'd you only call me when you're high? *2*

Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Part *One* of this story.

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 1001

Warnings: Angst!

The day dawned and your body was exactly the same way Izzy had laid it on the bed last night, you didn't know what time you had finally fallen asleep, but you had the feeling that you slept for a very short time. You sat up in bed and rested your back against the headboard, feeling a sharp pain in your head that made you let out a groan. You had no intention of getting up, your body seemed to be stuck to the sheets, you reached over to the desk and grabbed a cigarette.

The day was clear but cold and you felt relieved it was sunday and you didn't have to go to work in the state you were in. You took a drag on your cigarette and let the smoke slowly come out of your nose, your phone rang but you were too lazy to answer it, you heard it ring until the call went to voicemail.

"Hey, mhm... I don't know if you're awake yet but, Izzy told me about last night, he's feeling really bad I think you guys should talk."

And suddenly you remembered. Izzy had come to your house last night, you talked too much, told him you loved him and he just left. The memories came rushing back, making your head hurt even more, and a boiling anger took over you. You answered the phone before Duff hung up.

"You can tell your stupid friend that he has no right to feel bad and that meeting him was the worst thing I ever did in my life!"

You hung up the phone, slamming it down hard. How typical of Izzy, to send his friend to deliver a message for him. What a coward. You said to yourself mentally, trying your best to hate him, you knew that declaring yourself might not happen as expected, but you never imagined that Izzy could be so cold to you, leaving you alone without even an answer.

You walked around the room not knowing what to do, your whole like was such a mess. You were on your third cigarette, still wearing your pajamas when your doorbell rang.

You threw your cigarette butt in the ashtray and went to answer it, wondering who would disturb you on a sunday morning.

- No! - You screamed and closed the door immediately when you saw who was standing behind it.

- Y/n Please! - You heard Izzy say, knocking on the door again. - Please just give me a chance!

You covered your mouth with both hands, and let your body fall to the ground, feeling your throat hurt and your eyes burn, you were about to start crying. Why was he there? Wasn't it enough to humiliate you last night? To leave you alone and drunk after you had just told him you loved him? You remained silent, maybe he would give up and leave.

Minutes passed and the knocking on the door finally stopped, you got up and opened it to check if he had really gone. As soon as you opened it, a warm hand touched your face and Izzy kissed you, on impulse, you responded, with tears running down your cheeks, but then you returned to your senses and pushed him away slowly.

- Why are you doing this, Izzy? - You asked, genuinely confused, why was he there?

Izzy didn't take his eyes off yours, he entered your room and closed the door without looking back, a mixture of feelings ran through your body, and you had to sit down. Izzy seemed embarrassed but at the same time restless, he didn't move or say anything for a few moments.

- I'm sorry. - Was the first thing he said.

- Don't apologize for not loving me back Izzy. - You spoke quietly, not having the courage to look him in the eyes.

You felt his confused stare at you.

- Y/n, I never imagined I could have someone like you. - He said, you kept your head down while Izzy walked to the other couch and sat down. - I never imagined that you could want to have anything with me.

You listened to his words, still unable to understand where he was going with this, he waited for an answer for a while, but you didn't say anything.

- I tried to distract myself by going to parties, drinking like a drunkard and doing drugs, but you were always on my mind, so much so that I always ended up calling you. - You looked up. - I always called you because you were the one I really wanted, it was always you, Y/n.

Izzy sighed, you didn't know what to think.

- Why didn't you say anything yesterday? - It was the only answer you could think of.

- I was taken by surprise, I was too nervous, I was too drunk and I said things I would never have said to you, if you knew how much I wanted to hurt myself for making you cry... Leaving you alone in that bed was more painful for me than for you Y/n, believe me, I was so disgusted when I realized you were right, that I actually used you.

- Please don't talk about yourself like that. - You said.

- It's what I deserve, because I loved you and didn't treated you like I should have, and now I've lost you forever.

- You loved me? - You asked.

- I've always did, and I think I always will.

You finally let out the air that had been trapped in your lungs since Izzy had started talking, he loved you! Seeing him being so intimate and sincere with you made you realize that you could never hate him, not even if you wanted to.

- I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry, for everything. -Izzy said getting up and heading to the door.

It took you a few seconds to get up and run to him.

- Izzy! - He turned around and you threw yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. - Stay.

[damianodavds]

Teacher’s Pet (A Duff McKagan FanFiction)

a/n: I originally wrote this fanfiction for another fandom which I posted and then deleted in 2020. I am the original writer of this storyline, this is my idea. This story has been re-written and edited. I am sharing this story earlier than expected because the text post about it was popular.

a/n #2: If you blink you’ll miss the appearance of axl.

warnings: smut, alcohol & drug use. Minors, do not interact please. Also there is no age!gap in this story. Everything will make sense when you read it until the end.

It was the first Monday after summer vacation. You were walking down the hallway to get to your classroom so you could greet your new students for the year at Vista Clara High School.

You had your hands full of folders with the new reading, projects and assignments material. Once you got to the room, you unlocked the door and put your bag and work on the desk. 

Ten minutes later and the bell rang, you walked to the door and opened it to say ‘hello’ to your students as they walked in. Once the last student walked in and took their seat you shut the door.

“Good morning class and welcome to AP English 12, this year we will be studying the work of…” A knock was heard at the door, cutting you off mid sentence and everyone stopped listening to look. 

You opened the door to see the principal and a young man with him. “Hello Y/N, I am sure you had a good summer. Please let me introduce you to Duff. He just moved here from New York. He shouldn’t be a problem for you as he was transferred from a college level prep school”. 

“Welcome Duff.” You said to him with a smile as principal McDonald left the room. 

Duff gazed at you as he walked past your desk and winked at you as he took the empty seat in the front row. 

You brushed it off as you started your lecture on The Great Gatsby.

During the long lecture, Duff would fool around with his classmates. This made you really upset but you didn’t want to say anything to cause a scene.

“Please write a report on the first five chapters of The Great Gatsby to be due in two weeks”. You explained to the class as the bell rang.

“See you on Saturday for the pool party, Duff”. Axl said as he was the last student to leave the room. 

When Axl left, Duff shut the door and looked at you with a smile. “Listen, I want to apologize for the way I acted in class today. I hope it wasn’t a bad first impression.”

Before you could respond with an answer, Duff cut you off. “Why don’t you come to my apartment on Friday night and I’ll cook you dinner to show you there are no hard feelings.” You knew it wasn’t right to meet your students outside of school but Duff seemed harmless. You were intrigued by him so you nodded in agreement. 

“See you then, Y/N.” Duff told you as he left you speechless. You sighed as the next group of students entered the room. It was going to be a long week.

**********

It was Friday evening and you were getting ready to meet Duff. You wore ripped jeans, t-shirt and a neon blue cardigan. You left home after an hour and drove twenty minutes to Duff’s apartment. 

When you got there, you parked your car and proceeded to walk up to his building. You looked up his name on the list and pressed three numbers to call him.

“Hello”. Duff answered after three rings.

“Duff, it’s Y/N from school. I am waiting downstairs”. You replied.

Duff unlocked the door and you opened it. You walked to the elevator to take you to the fourth floor where Duff lived.

When you finally exited the elevator, you noticed that the door to Duff’s unit was opened and he was waiting for you.

“Hello.” You said as you entered his apartment.

“Hey, you just made it and just in time too!” Duff explained as he walked over to give you a hug. 

After the hug, you took off your cardigan and gently put it on the couch that was near you. You sat at the dinner table as Duff poured you a glass of wine. 

While enjoying your meal together, Duff told you stories of being a small child in New York. He even mentioned how close he was to his little sister, whom he protected as they got older. 

Once dinner was finished, you helped Duff clean up and then moved to the couch to continue the conversation.

“So after university I settled in Los Angeles and started a job as a substitute teacher in an elementary school. My dream was always to teach in a high school. After gaining some experience, I applied at different school districts and finally got a call from Vista Clara. The rest is history.” You told Duff as you smiled.

“You are amazing, do you know that?”

You blushed and didn’t say anything. You were lost for words. 

“Listen, let me show you something. Do you trust me?” Duff asked.

You nodded, not knowing what you were getting yourself into.

Duff stood up for a few minutes and took out a plastic bag that was hidden in his bookshelf. 

The bag contained four small pink pills with the face of a devil. You started to get nervous as Duff sat beside you and took two pills out of the bag. He put both of them in his mouth and pulled you by your t-shirt. Duff kissed you softly and you felt him push one of the pills into your mouth with his tongue.

After a few moments, you suddenly felt a haze as you went under the high of the drug you took. As you were deep in the feeling of ecstasy you put your arms around Duff’s neck as the kiss deepened. You laid down as Duff got on top of you. You took a break from the kiss to take your shirt off as Duff unbuttoned his. Once your skin was bare, Duff kissed down your chest as he unhooked your bra. When he got to the button of your jeans you became wet as you thought of how far he would go. Suddenly, you felt Duff pulling your jeans off. When he finally got to your underwear, he licked them as they were covering your clit. You moaned as Duff replaced his mouth with his finger and you held your breath as you climaxed. 

Once the drug faded away, you both moved to Duff’s bedroom to cuddle until morning.

**********

On Monday morning, You entered the school with a bright feeling. You couldn’t believe that you spent the whole weekend with Duff.

While in your day dream, the bell rang for the first period. You quickly rushed to your classroom. Once you shut the door and organize your desk, you overheard your students whispering about something.

“Do you remember that weird guy Duff we met last week?” Britney said as another student nodded in agreement.

“Rumor has it that he is really 25 years old. He had a very sad childhood where his parents left him alone with the nanny and she seduced him for years. Now as an adult, he goes around different states pretending to be a high school kid. He does this to get close to his teacher and seduce them. I heard he seduces male teachers too. Then, before he can get caught, he runs off with a student.”

You couldn’t believe what your students were saying about Duff. You now noticed that not only was Duff missing from your class but also your top student Cheryl was absent too. 

You decided to brush off what your students were doing. “Attention students, please continue to work on your Great Gatsby report.” Once your class started working, you took a seat at your desk. As you got settled, you looked out the window and hoped Duff would be caught in his wild ways once and for all.

end

[thesmokingguns]

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“Say it again.” His words came out almost like he was begging, hips rotating as he seated his cock deeper inside my body.

Making love with Izzy was soul filling. I could feel him everywhere, loving me, consuming me.

Completing me.

“Say it again, my treasure. Say it for me.” His husky voice a whispered plea, desperate as he tried to keep himself focused.

We had been making love for the better part of the night. Already the star kissed sky was bowing down to the morning rays of sunlight. Izzy’s shadow a golden glow on the wall as he fitted himself deeper inside of me.

“Please-“

“I’m yours.” I gasped out. “I’m yours. I’m yours. In yours.” My nails dug into his back as I clung to him, riding the waves of my orgasm.

His thighs tensed under me, the feeling of him flooding me as the warmth of his breath caressed my neck, a promise in each soft exhale.

“Always.” He got out. Softly moving me back into the crumbled sheets, sweat stained and dirtied from our coming together. “You’ll always be mine, my treasure.” He promised, kissing my eyelids closed as he moved off me.

I knew when my eyes opened again he would be gone.

The faint scent of him still clinging, the memory of him between my thighs as if he had actually been there and not just the dream.

Izzy hadn’t slept in our bed in three years. Three years since he had gone missing.

Three years of me trying to find him.

Knowing I’d never give him up because our souls were still tethered together.

He had to be somewhere. And I’d find him, being him home and remind him how loved he was.

[groupiewhoreee]

Thinking about fluffy Izzy, maybe a fic where he asks you to marry him?:)

Fallen Angel

pairing: Izzy Stradlin x Fem!Reader

warnings: none! just fluffy stuff :)

summary: in request by a lovely anon <3

It was a lovely, warm, and early morning. At a "Private" beach in Los Angeles, California. The sun beat down on the members of Guns N Roses. Izzy thought it would be a good idea to take time off at a private beach, just for fun. Little did you know, he was going to ask you to marry him, but you had no idea. Duff McKagan and Steven Adler were in the water, splashing together and tossing a beach ball across to each other, while it would soon deflate. Axl and Slash were sitting on the beach chairs, drinking alcohol, and then you and Izzy were making a sand castle together on the beach. You had a clump full of sand in your hand, and your tossed it onto the sand castle. Izzy was trying to make shapes in the sand to give the castle designs. "Maybe we could add like hearts in the castle?" You suggested. Izzy shrugged, "Whatever you want baby. I feel like a kid again," Izzy chuckled lightheartedly, now carving hearts in the castle with a stick he originally stepped on. "Wanna go in the water now? Get the sand off?" Izzy offered. You nodded, "Sure, Honey." You agreed. You got up, and Izzy took your hand and ran with you to the water, splashing in it. Izzy couldn't help but smile at you. Steven and Duff looked over at you, "Aw, look, the two love-birds," Duff teased. Izzy rolled his eyes at him. Steven tossed the ball at you, and you caught it, a light laugh leaving your mouth. You threw the ball back at him, and Steven passed it to Duff. Izzy swam towards you and left a kiss on your lips. "I love you so much, Y/N. Your so beautiful." He smiled to you, and you kissed him back. "Aw, thank you babe. I love you so much, too. Your very handsome, I couldn't ever choose someone else over you," You giggled. "You want to go back to shore?" Izzy asked. You nodded and swam back to shore with him, well, more like walking. Izzy held your hand and took you over to the side, but he grabbed something out of his bag, and hid it from you. You smiled at him, but you noticed him get down on one knee.

"Izzy? Wh-" You asked, and he cut you off. "-Y/N, I don't know how to ask this, but will you- will you marry me?" Izzy asked nervously. You gasped, your hands flew on over your mouth. You couldn't help but cry, "Yes, Yes- oh my god, yes! I'll marry you!" You cried out. Izzy smiled and you took one of ur hands away and held it out. Izzy placed the beautiful, diamond ring (of your choice) on your finger. Your lips curled up into an eager smile, and Izzy went and picked you up into a hug, and swung you into a twirl around. "I love you so much, Y/N." He smiled happily, and put you down, his hands trailed to your hips, resting his hands there. "I love you so much too, Izzy." You said, a happy tear streaming down your cheek.

[he-goes-down]

There Was A Time:

Previous chapters/disclaimers

4. You’re Crazy

Second person POV:

That morning you all woke up with the worst hangovers of your life, but somehow Axl still had the capacity to make fun of you and Duff. He found out you guys slept on one another, when Steven saw it when he walked past the room to go to the toilet, and so he told Slash and of course Slash told Axl. But you were too tired and sore to care, so both you and Duff agreed to just stay in that position for the remainder of the day, except for the times you had to go pee and get something to eat and drink. He was soft and comfortable, and you slept the whole day with him, you felt your heart tingle when he put his arm around you while he was sleeping. But you tried to push away those feelings, you couldn't be in love with your own band member, and you couldn't catch feelings so early on. But one cuddle with him wouldn't hurt, right?

That following Friday night the boys went out for another drink; you were still trying to recover mentally from the last time, so you sat this one out. You decided you were going to try cleaning the messy male infested house. You got the cleaning supplies from the cupboard under the sink. They were all full, sealed and covered in dust. 'Probably couldn't get past the child lock' you thought to yourself and giggled at the thought of one of the guys trying to open one of the bleach bottles and failing. You wanted to listen to music while doing this deep clean of the house, but the record player that the guys shared was busted and Axl would kill you if you touched his collection. You remembered that when you came here your phone turned into a walkman and started to search for it. You tried not to think too hard about your future self, otherwise it would be another bigger midlife crisis you'd have to deal with, your future self was being contempt with your past self, after all they were the same person and it just flowed together so well. So, you didn't really have to think about it too much as you felt like nothing had changed. You found the Walkman and put your earphones in and began to get to work.

Duff's POV:

"Hey. Hey!" I snapped out of my daydream as Slash smacked me on the shoulder. "You good?" He asked. "Mhm." I nodded, I just wanted to keep swimming in my imagination and space out. I continued to sip on my vodka and think but got snapped out of it again by the same smack, but harder. "I asked you something." Slash said, "Oh sorry" I responded. "Come on then." Slash said as he stood up trying to get out the booth, "Where?" I was quite confused. "More drinks idiot." He rolled his eyes as he motioned for me to get up as well. We sauntered to the bar and ordered more drinks. Slash rested on the bar top and looked at me with a smug face. "What?" I scoffed. "I don't know man, got something to tell me?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and sat on one of the stools as I waited for the drinks to be made, "It's nothing." I told him while looking away from his hidden gaze. "If it's nothing then why do you keep thinking about it?" He asked as he shifted a bit closer. Slash always knew when something was up, we had like this twin telepathy. I didn't want to tell him. It was silly. It was a small thing. A silly small crush. But I just couldn't stop thinking about when I woke up that she was right there, her beautiful face sleeping on my pillow, we were so close to each other. My heart pounded hard and deep in my chest the more I starred at her gorgeous sleeping figure. She's my manager, fuck I haven't even known her for that long, but something kept pulling to her. I needed her. Badly. "You like her, don't you?" Slash chuckled as he inched closer, scooting his barstool next to mine. I could feel my face get hot and red. Slash started to laugh and slapped his knee. "Fucking knew it!" He chanted. I smacked his head of curls, "Tell her and you're dead Slash." I told him. "I won't, I won't..." He said in surrender, "But you have to share-..." I smacked him again before he could finish. "There'll be no sharing, because her feelings to me aren't mutual." I exhaled. "So, I can still have a go?" He said, I glared at him "Sorry, sorry I was just kidding." He apologised. I rolled my eyes, he probably wasn't but who could blame him, she was perfect. I knew Slash wouldn't do that to me though, it was in our 'bro code'. The drinks arrived and we carried them to our table, when we got halfway, I stopped him. "Am I that crazy to think she'll like too?" I asked him with a worried look. "Just wait a bit dude. I'm sure she'll come around." Slash said sincerely. I smiled and thanked him. "Now come on crazy, we got shots to do." We put the drinks on the table and sat back down. The others went on blabbering about whatever and shooting down their drinks and I couldn't help myself, but I spaced out and just imagined me by her side again. 'I wonder what she's doing right now.'

Second Person POV:

"WHAT THE FUCK!" You yelled and started screaming. You kept beating the cockroach with a broom, but it just didn't die, and it was getting closer, you then took a deodorant spray and a lighter and set the little fucker on fire. You sighed a sigh of relief. You learnt that trick when you were managing for Mötley Crüe. You threw the roaches body in a black bag; you hadn't even started listening to your music and this was already stressful. You pressed play on the tape and began wiping the kitchen counter tops. The music started playing, hard rock. It sounded so familiar. 'I've been lookin' for a trace.' They sang 'Lookin' for a heart'. You knew the song, you started to sing along, but what was it, who was it by. It finally got to the chorus, 'Because you're crazy, hey hey.' It finally clicked, but how? This song hasn't been recorded yet, it hasn't even been written yet. 'You're fucking crazy, oh my.' You felt like you were going crazy. You skipped through the rest of the songs, it was all Guns 'n Roses, every single song. "What the fuck." You swore, this was definitely breaking some quantum time travel rule. You sat for a bit, contemplating what to do, and just racking your brain around the whole thing. Staring at the ground, thinking of solutions, were there any? On one had you had a reference to go back to when the guys are fighting about songs, and on the same hand you had good music to listen too. Although on the other hand some god could strike you where you stood, but the good was overweighing the bad in this situation. You didn't want to think anymore, you just wanted to clean this mess and boogie to Appetite For Destruction.

That night the guys came home to spotless place, except for the large deep holes that Axl left in the walls. You were exhausted and in a deep sleep on Duffs bed, where you collapse as his was the last room you cleaned. Duff tapped you lightly, "Thank you." He said looking around at his cleaned-up room. He then took a blanket and was about to leave for the couch when you groaned, "You can't even fit on the couch, come here." You slurred softly being half asleep. You didn't care in that moment that he was someone you managed, you had just defied the gods today, and you just wanted a warm body to sleep next to. Duff was shocked but he immediately got into bed with you, his smile never fading. Slash was leaning against the door frame mouthing that he wanted in to, but Duff flipped him off and he left as he rolled his eyes dramatically. Duff switched off the lights and covered the two of you with the covers. He was about to put his arm around you, but he stopped, "Can I?" He asked softly "Hm?" You said sheepishly. You looked down at his hand hovering over your waist. "Yea." You said quickly and fell back asleep. He then gently snaked his arm around your body and moved his body closer to yours. He fell asleep after his excitement died down, but his smile never faded even when he was fast asleep.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

tour bus sex with appetite era slash 🫣

Warnings: Smut, slight angst, thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

After a month on the road with Guns it was expected that you and Slash would be fighting.

It started when you got your period and suddenly you were another problem, Duff and Steven paid more attention to you than your own boyfriend while you were in pain.

They'd run out to get you pads/tampons and come back with snacks all while Slash was digging around for snakes in a bush. After that it just kept getting worse, Slash didn't even bother to hold you while you slept.

You came out of the bedroom one morning, groggy and rubbing sleep from your eyes. You smiled when you saw Slash and walked over to him, sitting in his lap like it was your throne.

Or you would've had he not pushed you off. You stared at him, not wide awake and starting your day pissed. "Why don't you use one of your other boyfriends?" He grunted, gesturing to the blonds on the other side of the slim lane between seats.

"We weren't keeping you from her," Steven spoke, "you just didn't give a rats ass." Slash just waved him off.

You scoffed and did just as he suggested, taking a seat in Steven's lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled into his chest.

Steven was shocked, honestly. He looked up to Duff who had the same look on his face. He looked to Slash who just glared behind through his shield of hair.

Steven hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him and keeping you upright as you clung to him.

You were doing this just to get a reaction out of Slash, Steven knew that and that's why he did his best not to react when you start playing with his hair or whispering in his ear. He couldn't say no to you altogether, couldn't bring himself to stop you from kissing up his neck.

Slash shifted in his seat, making a move to get up but before he could Duff pulled you off of Steven in an attempt to keep the peace within the band.

He held you in his lap, his arms around your waist and forcing you to face Slash.

You crossed your arms over you chest, feeling defeated. Then, you had an idea that you figured might've gotten you killed, but it was worth it.

You shifted in Duff's lap, not so much that he immediately suspected anything but enough that you'd gotten yourself on his thigh. You leaned back against him and started grinding against him. You glanced up at him over your shoulder and saw his face flushed as he looked back down at you.

"What do you think you're doing?" Slash bit.

"What?" You asked, continuing your movements. "Not like you were gonna let me do this." You smiled at feeling your clothed clit drag against Duff's thigh.

Slash stood, taking you by the wrist and pulling you to your feet, pushing you back to the bedroom, a small room in the back of the bus with four bunks and a suitcase on the floor where Axl made Steven sleep, though sometimes he'd sneak out and sleep on the couch or something.

He through you onto your shared bed and climbed over top of you. "I wasn't giving you enough attention?" You knew where this was going, you wanted to submit and let him do whatever he wanted but you were still mad.

Mad about how he treated you, about how you started your morning because of him. You were just mad at him.

"No." You stated. "I didn't think I was asking for too much but now you don't even want to touch me.

"So you turned to fucking Steven? Duff? My fucking band?" You huffed. "Think they could fuck you like I do?" You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. "That's what I fucking thought." His mouth went to your neck, biting, sucking, marking your sensitive skin all while he stripped you of your clothes.

He didn't start with his clothes, just grinding himself against you. You could feel how hard he was through his jeans, bulge pushing against your clit.

"Hah! Slash-Slash!" You gasped, reaching for his hips. "S'too much."

"Oh, is it? You didn't seem to mind when it was Duff." A harsh smack came down on your ass and you yelped. He moved down the mattress, laying down.

You moved back to sit against the headboard as Slash got comfortable between your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you closer to him.

You didn't know what he was doing, well, you knew what he was doing but you didn't know why.

He slid his tongue through your wet folds, pushing into your hole. He looked up at you, watching your reactions as his nose bumped your clit, tongue fucking your needy hole.

You gripped his hair tightly, pulling him impossibly closer. "Hah, Slash, faster!"

He sat up, kissing you and taking your hands off his head. "I know how to fuck you." He growled. You went to say something but huffed instead, crossing your arms over your chest. Slash scoffed, rolling his eyes before going back to your cunt.

He pushed a finger into you, curling it and hitting that spongey spot that had you seeing stars. His tongue swirled around your clit, he hummed every now and then to watch you flinch at the vibrations.

"Fuck, Slash! I- m'gonna cum!" You moaned. You gripped the sheets so tight your knuckles turned white, your body heating up and melting into the bed as you came.

Slash sat up, moving to sit beside you and pulling you close to his side. "Don't ever go to anyone but me." He grumbled.

You nuzzled into him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Don't give me a reason to." He stared down at you a moment.

"Really?" He asked. "Do I really need to give you more reason?" You chewed your cheek, thinking for a moment before nodding.

[purifycantyouhelpme]

Before He Cheats | Chapter 6 | Duff Mckagan x Reader

Word count: 1998 A03 Link<3 A/N: NSFW warning, Just a small heads up, uhh, this chapter is all over the place so sorry if it's too fast. Rushed or too confusing. I promise that the next chapter will be less chaotic and for the car scene, the car is parked dw. Slash’s P.O.V 12:00 PM Noon, it was morning, I was putting on my clothes and was having applesauce before I could hang out with Claire as usual. I lied to (Y/N) by saying that my boss gave me a day off of work today. What an idiot, can’t believe she would fall for it. She’s at work right now so this is the perfect time or day to hang out with Claire. Checking my phone for a text from Claire, I saw a lot of texts from Axl, Steven, and Izzy. No Duff, that’s weird. I have been ignoring these messages for the past couple of months because I don’t care about them anymore. But I decided to read a text from Axl just because. Axl texted me that he might have seen (Y/N) and Duff kissing when we went to the bar a couple of months ago. Now my entire day was ruined, just by that one text. I will confront her about this when she comes back from work.

Duff’s House, 1:00 PM, Duff’s P.O.V Sitting on the couch while Skylar is playing with my bass is relaxing. I’m having a great time, she still has a lot to learn and I still have a lot to teach her. Hanging out with Skylar all of the time made me forget about (Y/N), it was a great decision. But, it did make us distant. I got up from the couch to get a bag of Doritos. Hearing the bass stop playing in the background, confused me a little. I was wondering what was going to happen. “Duff, I have something to tell you,” Skylar said. Judging by the tone of her voice, this must be serious. I quickly went back to the living room to sit on the couch, looking at Skylar. She looked pretty aggravated, impatient even. “What is it, Skylar?” I said with concern. She breathes in and out. I think I know what she’s going to say, let’s not jump to conclusions. “I love you… idiot.” Skylar said as she slowly reached for my hand and held it, squeezing it tight. My eyes widened in shock when I heard what she, blushed slightly when she held my hand. Her hand feels rough, of course. “I had a crush on you for years when we worked at that job together.” She stared into my eyes with a slight smile on her face, her face blushing like crazy. I could feel the weight of guilt settling in, I don’t mean to hurt her feelings but it is what it is. I sighed and told her, “I’m sorry Skylar but… I don’t love you.” She crossed her arms, turning away from me. It's clear that she is upset. “You’re s-still in love with (Y/N), aren’t you?” She asked with a hit of anger in her voice. I flinched a little when she asked me that question. So I looked away from her, didn’t bother to answer that question to her, just sat in silence for a bit. “It was dumb to confess to you, I’m sorry.” She apologized as she got up from the couch. “Well… I gotta go. See you later.” She put her hands in her pocket and walked out of my house. Man, the guilt is still here.

3:00 PM, at the carnival, Duff’s P.O.V I went to the carnival because I needed to clear my head after what happened with Skylar earlier and sitting in my house all day or taking a nap is not gonna do it for me. A lot of people were there, winning prizes, eating food, and couples holding hands. Man, this is where we all used to hang out. Good times. Walking near the Ferris wheel, I saw (Y/N) getting food from the food truck. Why is she here? I haven’t seen her in a long time since I started hanging out with Skylar. She looked so beautiful as always wearing her yellow jacket and black skirt outfit. I walked up to her and put my hand on her shoulder. “(Y/N)?” I said. She turned around and looked at me, shocked. “H-Hey Duff.” She smiled at me and chuckled nervously. “What are you doing here?” I asked her. Now I think about it, that was a dumb question to ask her. “Slash is at work right now so I thought I would just go to the carnival by myself, instead of just sitting around.” She explained. So me and (Y/N) are here for the same reason, what a coincidence. There was an awkward silence between us because it had been so long since we last spoke to each other except for some text messages. “How about we spend some time together here? Just us,” I suggested, moving closer to her. At first, she was uncertain, taking a step back from me which hurt a little inside. “Sure,” She replied, “But let me get my food first.” She continued. “O-Of course,” I responded with a nervous chuckle.

3:30 In Slash’s car, Claire’s P.O.V Being in Slash’s car was always comforting and relaxing, especially with him. But now, something was off. Slash told me that (Y/N) kissed Duff and it ruined his whole day. Why would she do that? (Y/N) wouldn’t be the type to kiss Duff, hmm. Never trusted her anyway. I thought Slash would get over it by now since he doesn’t love her anymore. I slowly put his hand on his, rubbing his hand softly. He seemed to like it. “Slash, are you still mad or?” I asked. “No, I’m not.” He lied while blushing slightly and looking out of the window. I know he’s lying, he just doesn’t want to make me mad. “Well Slash, since we’re alone in your car…” I said in a low, seductive voice, looking at him. He turned his head a little at me. I got up from my seat and sat on Slash’s lap, adjusting myself. "Slash, I want you to fuck me," I whispered in his ear seductively while slowly unzipping his pants. I started to grind against his dick, he was slowly getting hard. Glad I was wearing a skirt today. “G-God.” Slash moaned softly. He slowly lowered his underwear and pants, freeing his dick to the cold air. I took off my underwear, throwing it on the floor of the car. I bit my lip, feeling the head of his cock pressing against my pussy. My back began to arch as he started to thrust into me roughly while he held onto my waist. It hurts a little but it feels so good. "Not so rough." I moaned, my eyes closed as held onto him tightly."I'm sorry. It's been a while since I last had sex." Slash apologized but he didn’t slow down his thrusts. My moans were louder and louder due to his rough thrusting. Rolling my eyes back, I can feel myself losing in pleasure and so it is Slash. His grunts are getting louder and louder with each thrust. I know he’s close. "I'm cumming!” Slash yelled. My eyes widen as he filled me up with his cum. So hot and sticky. I’m not letting go of him just yet, let me cherish this moment with him. “God… I-I love… you.” Slash said between breaths. I kissed him and he kissed me back.

3:40 PM, Back at the carnival, (Y/N)’s P.O.V. I am having an amazing time, hanging out with Duff at the Carnival. We on some rides, and we won a lot of stuff like candy, mp3 players, coffee mugs, etc. This was the best day of my life so far. He was having a great time too. I can tell how much he smiled and giggled through the whole thing. This whole hangout thing feels like a date to me, might as well be. “Duff…” I said softly. Small tears were forming on my face, I could cry tears of joy. “Today was a great day– I haven’t– Thank you.” Struggling with my words. I walked up to him and hugged him. I can’t express how much I appreciate this. “You’re welcome.” He hugged me back. Wiping my tears, I slowly realized something. I started to cry because no one had been giving me affection for a long time. “We really should start talking to each other again.” Duff reached out to hold my hand. My eyes widened a little when he held my hand and I blushed like crazy. “We should,” I said nervously, looking away. His hand feels pretty rough. It feels so nice. So nice… “You know, I miss talking to you,” Duff said as he stepped closer to me. “I-I do too…” I replied, still looking away from him. Just calm down, (Y/N). He’s not going to hurt you. “Uhh… it’s time for me to go back home now.” I’m not going to let go of his hand. I was leading him to my car. “Put the stuff in my car,” I told him. “I don’t want you to carry all of that.”

4:00 PM, At home I walked into my house, setting the stuff I got from the carnival on the dining room table with a smile on my face. Duff did make everything better, mmm… I was pretty exhausted, I just wanted to lie down for a bit. The main reason was that my feet were hurting like hell. Before I sat down, I went to my room to see what Slash was doing. He was lying on the bed, watching TV, shirtless. But he looked exhausted as well. His hair was a mess and he looked like he ran a marathon. “H-Hey babe.” I waved at him. He admittedly got up from the bed and walked towards me with anger. Oh shit. "Babe, where did you go?" Slash asked me in a serious tone. Should have expected this to happen. Just lied to him, he’ll believe it. "N-Nowhere. I didn't go anywhere." Touching my hair nervously as I lied to him. There was a small silence between us filled with my awkward laughter. "You're lying. You went somewhere." He leaned to me with a dead look in his eyes. I step back a little, getting a bit scared due to how serious he sounded. "I was hanging out with Duff," I admitted to him as I looked away from him in shame. "I knew it. You're always hanging out with Duff. You shouldn't be hanging out with him.” His voice began to escalate toward me. I turned to face him, locking eyes with simmering fury, my breaths measured but calm. The urge to inflict upon him the pain he had caused me surged within me. "Why are you mad at me?” Slash questioned. I should be the one asking him that question. "All I did was lay in my bed all day. You're just being paranoid." Slash pointed at me, blaming me. My fists were clenched and shaking. If he lies one more time, I’m going to lose it but I’m not. I had never been this angry before. Why would he treat me like this? I snatched one of the blankets and pillows from our bed, murmuring, "I'm sleeping on the couch for now," I fought back tears, not wanting to break down in front of him. I was trying to not cry in front of him. I walked out of the room and I went to the living room. Settling onto the couch, I wrapped the blanket around me, laying my head on the pillow. I just wanted to cry and forget about everything. I'm tired of dealing with Slash lying to me and cheating on me. I don't want to be with Slash anymore, I want to be with Duff, I love Duff…

[metallicaislife]

Coconut Tequila

A/N: This idea came to me... I'll let you guess what I was doing haha but I left myself a note with this idea. Hope y'all enjoy it!

Genre: Comedy Fluff

Word Count: 1,486

Warnings: Alcohol and smoking

I groaned, peeling my eyes open as my head throbbed. I slowly sat up rubbing my eyes. I looked around and it dawned on me I was not in my room. There wasn’t anyone next to me, and absolutely no clues to indicate where I was. I checked under the blanket, I was still completely dressed. I was about to get up and investigate despite the hammering in my head.

“Morning Sunshine.” Duff said as he leaned against the doorframe. 

“Hey Duff…” I replied, “where am I?” I asked. 

“My room, don’t worry I slept on the couch. You don’t remember much from last night do you?” He asked, pushing off and motioned to the water and presumably tylenol on the bedside table. 

“No, I don’t… Thank you.” I said, popping the pills in my mouth and swallowing them down with water.  

“Maybe you should invest in a shot glass.” He joked with a small laugh as if it was some inside joke and sat on the edge of his bed. I wracked my brain but nothing was coming up. 

“Well this was fun, I should go.” I said and got up, still extremely discombobulated.

“Your shoes are over there.” He pointed to a corner in his room. 

“Thanks.” I replied and grabbed them. I waved awkwardly and left. 

I managed to make it out of the house without running into anyone. I was grateful. Saul or Steven would’ve given me so much shit and my head hurt too much for either of their antics.

I walked home and went about my day. I was cleaning up my kitchen and saw a bottle of 1800 Coconut Tequila. Slowly, the memories from last night came to me. 

Saul called me earlier in the day to let me know he and his band were having a party at their place. I grew up with Saul, and Steven after he moved to the area. I knew the other members of their band, Guns ‘N Roses, but wasn’t as close to them yet. On my way home from work I picked up a bottle of Coconut Tequila to take. 

I entered the house and made my way through the sea of people. 

“Y/N!” I turned to see Steven. 

“Hey!” I greeted. He gave me a hug and I handed him the bottle of Tequila. 

“Damn, you got the good stuff. I'll put this in the kitchen. Go mingle and have a good time!” He said and left. I did as he said 

A while later I was in the kitchen, I’d already had a couple cocktails and decided now was the time for shots. Instead of finding a shot glass I began pouring the tequila into my solo cup. 

“You’re dangerous, you're free pouring.” Duff said as he entered the kitchen. I looked up with a grin on my face. 

“It’s more fun this way.” I replied and downed the shot. 

“There is a shot glass around here somewhere, want me to find you one?” He asked as he leaned against the counter. 

“No thanks, this is fine.” I started to pour another, I accidentally poured a little too much, “whoops! That’s like two in one.” I giggled and drank the tequila. “Wooo!” I rubbed my chest as the fire of the tequila made its way down. Duff shook his head with a small laugh. 

“Do you free pour it at home too?” He asked. 

“Yup, not a single shot glass in any of my cupboards.” I looked up grinning at him. 

With the conversation over I left for the main part of the party. I found Saul and began dancing with him. In between dances I would go back to the kitchen and pour some more tequila. 

Eventually I found myself outside leaning against the house smoking a cigarette. Drunk ciggies are the best; they feel so much more smooth. 

“Are you doing okay?” 

I squinted, eventually the person came into focus, it was Duff. 

“Yeah I’m doing great.” I slurred a little bit. 

“You look like you’ve been having fun.” He said as he lit a cigarette. 

“Most definitely, I wouldn't miss one of these parties for the world.” I grinned. I put out the cigarette in the ashtray and pushed off the house. That’s when my world started to go topsy-turvy. 

“Hey, hey. Hey.” He immediately grabbed my arm, stabilizing me. “Okay, you are definitely not good.” He put his cigarette out and helped me in the back door. He looked at the counter. “Y/N, did you finish the tequila?” He asked. 

“Whoops!” I giggled, leaning heavily on him. “You smell really good by the way.” I said, his cologne wafted off of him, the scent mixed with cigarettes.

“Good lord.” He mumbled. He bent down to put my arm around his shoulder and helped me through the house into a room.

My eyes were growing heavy as he helped lay me down. He took my shoes off. Then he turned me onto my side, and I groaned. “Gotta make sure you stay safe.” He said and tucked me in. 

“Mmm thank you…” I mumbled and quickly fell asleep. 

I slapped my forehead growing so embarrassed. I can’t believe I made a total fool of myself in front of Duff. Maybe he was right, I’ll have to get a shot glass, no more free pouring from here on out. Free pouring is always a better idea in the moment, but I usually regret it the next day when I’m extremely hungover. 

I continued going about my day before heading to the store. I picked out two shot glasses and made my way to the Hell House. 

I knocked on the door, Saul opened the door and smiled at me. 

“Hey, did you forget something here?” He asked. 

“My dignity.” I answered and he laughed, “Is Duff home?” I asked. 

“Yeah, he’s in his room.” He answered. His eyebrow furrowed, he looked like he wanted to ask a question, but instead he just moved aside so I could enter. 

“Thanks.” I said over my shoulder and made my way to Duff’s room. I stood in the doorway, he was sitting on his bed reading a book. I knocked on the open door. He looked up and a smile broke out on his face. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, placed his book on the bedside table and patted the spot beside him. 

“Hey, Y/N. To what do I owe this pleasure?” He finally greeted me. 

“Hey, Duff. I come bearing a gift,” I replied and sat beside him. 

“Please tell me there isn’t anymore coconut tequila in that bag.” He said with fake exasperation. I laughed softly. 

“No, no. I won’t touch that stuff again… at least until next weekend.” I joked, he laughed, bumping me with his shoulder. 

“Okay, what’s in the bag then?” He asked curiously. 

“First I have to say, thank you, for taking care of me so kindly. Second, sorry to have been a nuisance in the first place and taken your bed-“ I started, he waved his hand. 

“It was no problem at all, I just wanted to make sure you were okay and didn’t have to sleep on the floor somewhere.” He said resting his arms on his knees with his fingers interlocked between his legs. 

“Which brings me to three,” I pulled the shot glasses out of the bag and handed him one. He laughed loudly. “A gift to thank you for your help.” I finished.

“Matching shot glasses?” He asked, holding his next to mine. 

“Yup, this way, I won't pour freely at home anymore and if I’m here you can politely encourage me to use yours.” I said. He grinned at me. 

“Sounds like a good idea. Thank you, I’ll treasure this.” He said looking back at the glass in his hand. 

“Good, it’s a commemorative shot glass to honor the night we became best friends.” I said and bumped his shoulder with mine. 

“Best friends, yeah?” He asked, looking over at me. 

“Duh, you don’t go through something like that without getting closer. I’m just grateful I didn’t throw up.” I said putting my shot glass back in the bag. 

“Actually…” he trailed off.

“No.” I said, horror washed over me as I whipped my head to look at him. He chuckled. 

“Yeah, you must not remember but outside as you started getting dizzy you barfed a little on my shoes.” He replied.

“Aw man, I'm so sorry.” I said putting my face in my hands. 

“Eh, I got a shot glass and a best friend out of it so we’re even.” He said, I peeked through my fingers and he grinned at me. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. 

I wasn’t grateful for my hangover, but I was grateful that Coconut Tequila helped Duff and I grow closer.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Duff 17

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far. ♥♥♥♥

Image credit (I want to give dues where due but don’t want the creator to keep getting tagged in my posts as I have been approached by some before that they don’t want me in their notifs)

You get up to your apartment and lock the door, double checking before you can bring yourself to step away. Finally a chance to breathe, but you can’t.

You go to the counter, plopping your bag on top as you try to gulp down air. The roll and clatter of some unseen object can’t break through your panic.

What the fuck? What the fucking fuck!?

You don’t get it. Curtis, Andy, all of it. One big clusterfuck with no escape. Some weirdo you got stuck with in the club is not your personal pest and your own boss can’t take a hint.

Since when did you become some hot commodity? How could you take for granted all those years of being overlooked? You’d give anything to never be seen again.

You clumsily reach for your bag and fish out your phone. You can barely grip it as your breaths remain shallow and your hands tremble. You pull up your chat with Stephanie and text her; then Isla, then Mindy. You need someone.

You stare at the empty checkmarks. You’ll be lucky if you get a response before the morning. Some friends. 

All your anger and resent boils up until you’re crying again. You were always the odd one out, the third wheel, always left with the scraps and now look what it got you. You blame them. For exiling you to the status of DUFF. For not giving a goddamn shit. Not one of them checked in after that night at the club.

You could throw your phone. Instead you swipe away the more than twenty messages piled up in your notification bar. All from the same person. Curtis is insane, you know that much. You should’ve seen it sooner. You should’ve let yourself see it sooner but you really thought you’d met a decent guy. The first guy to actually see you, but not he’s way too focused on you.

You feel helpless, trapped. You don’t know what to do. You can’t even hide at work with your desperate boss hovering like a shark. How did you not see that either? Well, you wouldn’t expect it. You’ve worked for Andy for almost a year and he’s never tried anything. 

Maybe it’s you. Maybe you’re sending all the wrong signals. Well, you don’t even know what kind of signals to send. When you want someone to leave you alone, they bother you, and when you’ve only ever wanted a bit of attention, you were castigated.

You give up. You get a hold of yourself and count until your heartbeat evens out. You plug your phone into the charger and pick up the half-empty bottle of mint-flavoured sparkling water from the floor. You place it back on the counter and drag your feet across the unlit living room.

You’ll call in, take a day to recover. Maybe one of the girls will finally answer their messages and you can get some ideas from them. One thing for sure, you’re locking yourself up in this place and not going anywhere.

You go into the bathroom, flicking on the light. You look in the mirror and sigh. Are you really the type to drive men mad?

You rinse your face and brush your teeth. You go through the motions, hoping routine can comfort you. It hardly does.

You enter the bedroom and flip off the bathroom light. You walk through the dark. You're too drained to turn on the lamp as you approached the bed.

You strip down to your underwear and pull on the tee shirt you left rumpled up by your pillow. You nestle under the covers and resist another wave of tears. You feel lost. You don’t know which way to go.

You squeeze your eyes shut and pray for sleep. You just need to forget everything. You just need a break. You–

You don’t drink sparkling water. You sit up and hold a cramped breath in your chest. That bottle. Mint? What kind of psycho buys organic mint water?

Your heart hammers. Your phone is out in the kitchen. Shit. 

You get up slowly and listen to the silence of your apartment. You creep towards the door, your footsteps light but scuffing over the carpet and onto the hardwood. You pause just in the doorway as you try to see through the dark into the front room.

You hear the slow roll of the closet door folding back too late. In a moment, you’re wrenched off your feet. You flail and kick, your voice muffled beneath the rough palm as you claw blindly at the figure behind you. His low hush warms the shell of your ear.

“It’s okay, bunny,” Curtis grits softly, “I’m going to take care of you.”

He keeps his hand over your mouth, snug against your nose, blocking all air. Your eyes bulge as you fight to breathe and his thick arm comes up around your neck, squeezing enough to make you dizzy.

"I know you love me. Let me show you how much I can love you..." He rasps.

The world speckles around you, the distant noise of the city pulsing until silent, your eyelids closing against your will, casting you into horrifying black.

[prettyjunk]

✼ gimme shelter ✼

pairing: steven adler x reader

warnings: slightly suggestive.

request: someone asked for a steven fic but i lost the ask :,( here it is!!

summary: a lazy morning with your boyfriend in a hotel bed.

a/n: thank you for the request! i have a bunch in my inbox so please be patient, i promise i’ll get to all of em!!! <3

requests are open!

.✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧

The smallest bit of dim lighting came through the old window curtains and woke you up. You hid your head below the wrinkled bedsheets and let out a quiet groan, realizing you probably weren’t going back to sleep.

The room was quiet, not a sound but Steven’s steady breathing as he slept so peacefully curled up next to you. The clock on the white hotel door indicated it was past eleven, meaning you didn’t make it to breakfast. You breathed out, and turned around to face him.

There was a slight smell of alcohol; whisky that was still marinating from a few hours ago. Your eyes were still heavy— drowsy from whatever happened last night. You didn’t try to remember; everything that happens when you do booze on backstage after a concert is something you don’t want to remember. But your mind is fast, and it flashes a few blurry things that make you squeeze your eyes.

You didn’t really remember much, but your brain showed you Slash being passed out on a couch with Duff on top of him— he’s only in his underwear as someone is trying to get a funny picture of his ass on Slash’s face. You rub your forehead, biting a laugh as you remember.

Steven rolls away from you in his sleep, showing you his back and you frown. You’re quick to get closer to him, spooning him as you kissed his shoulder trying to gently wake him up. He hums at your touch, turning his body so he’s facing upwards without opening his eyes, so you shift yourself to rest your chin on his chest. Your body moves with his, feeling like one at ease.

He doesn’t open his eyes, but there’s a slight grin on his lips. You gaze at his face— the sweetest features you’ve ever seen hide beneath the blonde, messy; and a bit tangled hair that’s all over his face. So you softly move it aside, curling it up around your index finger as you usually do. Your boyfriend’s hair is one of your favorite things of his; you can’t keep your hands off of it.

“Stevie.” You whisper, caressing his cheeks with your fingers. They gently puncture your fingertips, but they’re still soft. He answers with a groan, furrowing his eyebrows as he slowly woke up.

One of his hands travel down your almost naked body, stopping at your lower-back. “Hi, baby.” He says, and it comes out as a growl. His voice is low and raspy, making you shift yourself as you smile. He laughs— he knows.

Neither of you say anything, there isn’t something to say. It was a usual instance; this is how most of your mornings on your would go. You pull yourself up to kiss him, giving him a little peck before resting your head on his chest.

“Sleep well?” Steven asks as he fixes your hair, putting it behind your ears. You nod without looking at him, tracing lines on his skin with your fingers.

“My head hurts a bit, though.” You complain, looking around the room to see if you had any luck with eyeing a little box of aspirin.

Nope.

He hums, and chuckles afterwards. “It would be weird if it didn’t. You were on fire last night.”

You frowned, and turned around to face him. “Hm?”

“It’s nothing.” He moves his hand to your face, caressing your cheek with a smile on his lips. “You drank a lot, so did I, and we stayed up til’ late.” You glanced at him, looking up and down. His eyes were heavy— barely open.“One thing led to another..”

You rolled your eyes. “Sex doesn’t give me a headache.”

He adjusted himself. “Does it help you make it better?”

As you both laughed, you rolled far away from him on the big bed, and he threw himself on top of you. He started giving peppermint kisses all over your face, being as delicate as he could possibly be.

“You need to shave, jackass.” You laughed and you grabbed his face, keeping him steady. “It tickles me.”

Steven didn’t fight it. “Jackass? That’s a new one.” He muttered when he layed down between your tits. “Maybe I should grow a beard.” You shook your head frantically, making him raise his head. “You wouldn’t love me if I had a beard?” You shook your head again.

When he pouted, you scrunched your nose. “I don’t like beards.”

“But you like me.”

“A little bit.” He smiled. “Just a little bit, don’t get too excited.”

“Well,” He came down to your chest again, laying down flat. “I love you enough for the both of us, so that’s alright.”

You couldn’t help the smile that was instantly drawn on your lips; you truly got the sweetest guy in the whole Sunset Strip. And it had always been like this, Steven was the most loving, gentle, adorable Rock N’ Roll advocate there was.

And when your found yourself drooling over your boyfriends cheesiness, you felt a little burning sensation down on your lower neck.

“Steven.” He hummed without separating himself from your chest, looking up to you. “I’m not gonna be able to wear any cute tops if you pack me up with hickeys, you know.” He babbled something that you couldn’t understand; but he clearly did not care since he didn’t stop what he was doing.

Steven’s fingers were rugged from the drumming, and they felt rough against your skin. After he was done, you felt the plush of his lips against your skin, kissing your breasts, licking wet stripes, and leaving more love bites all over the area. His hands traveled all over your body, feeling the softness of your skin so many times and he couldn’t get enough. You grumble— making a complaint, and he looks up. Your big eyes and your pout speak without words, and he comes up to your height.

You kiss him without a thought. His fingers fiddle with your underwear— waiting for you to ask. But you don’t; too lost in the thought of his tongue inside your mouth, and too focused on the way his breathing is slowly getting heavier as you deepen the kiss. You slowly sit up, grabbing his cheeks to lift him up as you go.

When you separate yourself from him, he’s in awestruck. His lips are swollen, and he’s still sleepy. Truly, something that you could stare at for hours. Days, even. He stares at you in admiration, and you smile.

“It’s never too early, right?”

[the-evil-lovable-simp]

Sideshow Bob x Vampyre Reader

(wwdits)

You were in the store, on your own since your familiar was too scared to leave his house. He said something about some guy, called Sideshow Bob being released a few days ago. He's scared of him killing him, which is preposterous, if anyone were to threaten you or him you'd kill them, or at the very least scare them away. You looked at the products in front of you, without the boy here how were you supposed to know what these things properly were? Bart's dad, Homer, had asked you to go get Duff, or whatever the hell that means. You see someone you think works here.

"Errr, excuse me, do you happen to know what duff is and of its whereabouts?" You asked the scrawny 19-year-old, he turned looking at you.

"Um, if I'm remembering correctly, I think it's on the 11th aisle," he replied.

"Why thank you," and then you quickly disappeared around the corner, looking for the 11th aisle. When you finally got there you looked around and spotted cans that said duff on them. As you grabbed them some teenagers walked past.

"Hey, it's not Halloween, loser!" You turned to face them.

"And good evening to you too, my young fellows!" You said, they gave you weird looks and walked off. You looked back down at the cans in your hands, whilst doing so you could sense someone looking at you. Thinking it were the teenagers again you snapped your head up in that direction. You made eye contact with a man, who was most certainly not the teenagers. He smiled nervously not wanting you to recognise him from the news. Now you got a good look at him, you noticed his hair was shaped like a palm tree, a maroon one. Your eyes scanned down the man, he had a blue shirt on with a bit of a round middle, your eyes scanned lower to his beige pants, and then your eyes lingered on his shoes, in all your time you had never seen feet that size. You were cut from your thoughts as the man started walking towards you and talking. He didn't want you to figure out who he was, little did he know you don't look at the news. "Don't listen to them, I like your costume," he said smoothly. You looked at yourself then back at the man in front of you.

"What costume?" you asked confused. The man looked dumbfounded.

"I-I-I duh um," but before he could explain himself he could hear a phone ringing. You got it out of your pocket once you finally found it, answering it it was Homer.

"Heeeeellllooooooooo," you said strangely.

"Have you got my beer yet?" Homer whined on the other end.

"Oh! oh yes! The cans with liquid inside" you said waving the duff around, whilst Bob stared at you.

"Just hurry up already!" Homer cried like a baby on the other side.

"Ok ok" You sighed, you looked back up at Bob.

"Goodbye palm tree man," you waved to him as you walked away, leaving Bob to wonder what had just happened.

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You walked past the Flanders' house and saw Ned waving at you from the window, you felt uneasy, you could feel all the crosses and religious stuff in that house, you ran away and got to the Simpsons' house. You had already been invited into this house before, so you formed into vapor and seeped underneath the door.

"I'm back!" you yelled, Homer came running.

"Heeeeeyyy...how did you get in-*gasp* Beer!" He then suddenly went sour.

"Only six!" He grabbed the beer off you and walked back to the couch. You then went up the stairs, walking to Bart's room. You opened the door to get hit in the head with a rock, that had been fired with a slingshot. It didn't faze you, it practically did nothing.

"Oh it's you, I thought you were Sideshow Bob, sorry" Bart sat back down on his bed looking sad.

"S'fine," you said in a monotone voice, you smiled ruffling his hair.

"Get some rest kiddo," Bart giggled. After Bart had finally fallen asleep you went to the window to watch stars slowly move across the sky, you were also waiting for it to be morning, your bedtime.

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You climbed out of the coffin you and Bart had disguised as a toy box. It was finally the start of the night. You walked up to Bart's window and opened it quietly, and tried your best to quietly close it. Once that was done with you transformed into a bat. You flew all the way to the park. You found a spot you wanted to land and transformed back and landed on your feet.

You calmly walked down the path, but your lovely stroll was soon rudely interrupted. A man in a hoody had walked up to you with a gun.

"Give me your wallet!" he shouted, you stared at him, waiting for him to correct his mistake.

"If you continue, you will regret this," you said emotionless.

"GIVE ME YOUR FUCKI-" You cut him off, grabbing his throat, and you shoved him into the grass, he shot you in reflex and it didn't really do anything, there was blood but it healed quite quickly. You showed your teeth and sunk them into the man's neck, draining his whole blood supply and discarding his body. His blood didn't even taste very nice. You started walking again, while you were walking you noticed a figure ahead of you. As you got closer you realised it was the man from the store. You quietly snuck up behind him.

"Fancy seeing you here," you said startling him since he didn't know anyone was there. He turned around

"It's you from the shop, you called me Palm Tree Man," he said recognising you.

"Well, I don't really know your name," you said childishly.

"Robert," he said thankful that someone doesn't know him as a criminal.

"Sooooooo, what are you doing out this late?" you asked, he was taken aback.

"I-um I like walking at night, you?" continuing the conversation.

"I just had my breakfast!" You said happily.

"ch-bu-h-what? Breakfast?!" He asked, not sure if he heard correctly.

"Yup" You answered starting to walk again, he started walking with you. That's when he noticed the bullet hole in your clothes and the blood on your shirt.

"Oh my! Are you alright?" he questioned concerned, you looked down.

"Huh? Oh! Yeah, it's nothing" You smiled walking backwards. Bob knew it was most certainly not nothing but he didn't push because he'd only just met you he doesn't want to scare you away. You were enjoying talking to this man, you kept walking until he had stepped on a rake, he flinched closing his eyes waiting for it to smack him in the face and for the pain, but it never came. He opened one eye and saw that you had quickly grabbed the rake before it could hit him. He looked at you, your face looked so, angry. All of a sudden you were happy again and flung the rake into the sky and it disappeared. Bob watched in awe as it didn't seem to come back down.

[axl-rose-lover-1987]

“Drunk”

90s Axl Rose x reader

You had went out with guys for a fun night but you soon found out the guys held their liquor a lot better than you did you were pretty damn wasted. You started dancing to the loud music blaring and the guys laughed at you and Slash and Duff danced with you a little bit. Your boyfriend Axl stayed super close to you watching over you. “Axl y/n’s fucking plastered” Duff said to him. “I know I need to get her home.” Axl said watching you dance and laughing you looked really happy but everyone knew you were drunk as fuck.

Axls POV:

I was glad y/n was having fun I know she can get in her head and it was nice seeing her let go a little but I was also worried since she was drunk some guy would try to take advantage of her so I kept a close eye on her and made sure she was safe the whole night. I walked up to her and stopped her dancing. “Hi baby you wanna dance with me it’s soooo much fun” she said slurring her words and laughing. “No sugar not right now I think we should get home” I said grabbing her hand. “Awwwww but whyyyyy” she said in a pouty tone. “Because I’m tired and your drunk and I know tomorrow morning is going to be hell for both of us” I said. “I’m not that drunk babe” she said. “Y/n really?” I said. “Ok maybe a little bit” she said laughing “few more minutes?” She asked giving me puppy eyes. “Ok a few more babe then let’s get home ok” I said to her. “Ok” she said hugging me. Duff and I then started talking about stuff and I got distracted by how much time went by and I hadn’t been paying attention to y/n. “Hey where’s y/n?” Duff asked. Shit I couldn’t find her in the crowd. “I don’t know I’ll go find her. I walked around the bar and then I finally found her this tall decent looking guy was trying to talk to her and touch her arm when she pulled it away I saw her mouth from the word “No stop” I knew I had to get over there and get that guy to back the fuck off. I walked over and grabbed y/n “oh my gosh Axl thank goodness” she said immediately falling into my chest and letting me hold her. “Leave my fucking girlfriend alone dick” I said to the guy. “My bad I didn’t know she was with anyone don’t be such a dick jeez ” the guy replied I felt my body tense up as the guy walked away from us I wanted to punch him but as I was starting to walk towards him y/n stopped me “babe don’t” she said and she was right I picked her up bridal style and walked her into the car

“Youre the best” you said to Axl as you drove home. “Thank you babe” Axl said blushing. “I love you” you said “I love you too babe” Axl said trying to focus on the road. “Axl I feel sick” you said. “You’re gonna feel that way for the next few hours baby just try to relax you can get to bed when we get home” Axl said. “That guy was a real dick” you said. “Yeah he was I’m sorry I should’ve been watching you” Axl said. “It’s ok” you said. “I love you” you said again. “I know you do babe you’ve said it a lot this car ride.” Axl said. You laughed “haha you said I know like Han Solo like Star Wars hahaha” you said laughing. “Oh my god” Axl said rolling his eyes at you this was the longest car ride of his life. “You are so drunk y/n” Axl said laughing. “Youre hot I really like your face” you said to Axl “thanks” Axl said laughing at your odd drunk remarks. “Sometimes I think I’m not good enough for you” you said. Axl was caught of guard your remark. “Oh y/n you’re perfect if anything I don’t deserve you your beautiful and kind and have the prettiest eyes and a smile that lights up my life you make everything better you make me a better person I’d be nothing without you” Axl replied only to look over to see you passed out dead asleep in the car.

[christinesficrecs]

Do you know of any fics where either stiles or derek are pregnant but not with the others child and derek/stiles happens during the pregnancy ?

Sure!

monday i can fall apart but by friday i’m in love by tryslora | 5.6K | Mature

It’s just past five in the morning and Stiles is barely awake, wearing only sleep pants that hang low below his pregnant belly, and he can’t get the damned brand new jar of decaf coffee open. But he has a neighbor, and he’s too tired to think that waking someone else up at this hour might not be the best (or politest) of ideas.

let’s see where this thing goes by EvanesDust | 5.4K | Explicit

When Derek moved to Beacon Hills on a whim, he never expected to see Stiles again. He certainly never expected to find out that he was a father, and after a rocky start, he never thought that they’d be a family. But six months later, Stiles and Derek have moved in together and are raising their son, Jake.

They’ve planned for the future, but after Stiles reminisces about his pregnancy, Derek realizes he doesn’t know if Stiles wants more kids.

The answer is yes.

…or the one where Stiles and Derek are parents and discuss having more kids. Featuring fluff and smut, with a side of breeding kink.

From This Moment by SylviaW | 16.7K | Mature

After discovering Derek is pregnant, Stiles offers to be his “Pregnancy Buddy.” On top of the usual difficulties of carrying a child, Stiles has to navigate Derek’s emotional turmoil from the traumatic event that conceived the baby, and his own feelings that he’s developing for Derek.

Lunches, Knitting and Definitely Not Dating by attackofthezee (noxlunate), noxlunate | 10.1K

So, I uh, managed to get myself pregnant.”

“You what?!”

“Got myself pregnant. Y’know, up the duff, knocked up, a bun in the oven, in a family way, eating for two, with child. I could go on Dad, really, stop me before I exhaust the list of pregnancy euphemisms. There’s still caught an 18 year STD, my eggo is preggo, building a person-“

“Stiles.”