#steven adler fluff

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

No Nut November - Steven

A/n: I had no motivation to write this but I'm happy it's finally done and I can add to this short series that people seem to be enjoying, oddly enough I don't expect this one to get the same love as the others just because it's Steven BUT I LOVE POPCORN

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, Steven being sad, reader admits to getting off on Steven in the middle of the night, if you think I missed something let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Intro

No nut November was a stupid idea, he never should’ve brought it up. The month hadn’t even started yet and he was pissed.

He left the studio with a headache just thinking about what would happen when he eventually lost. Even after moving in with you he’s woken up multiple times with stains on his underwear, all while you were sound asleep beside him.

He blasted the radio on his way home. Once he got to your shared apartment he couldn’t bring himself to get out and just sat there listening to Aerosmith’s “Crazy”, and a whole lot of their other sad songs. How did the radio know what he needed? And why was it all one of his favourite bands? He didn’t know, but he took it as a sign anyway and sat in his self-pity.

Eventually you came out and knocked on his window. He rolled it down and looked up at you with sad eyes and pouty lips.

“Did something happen?” You asked, reaching out for him and holding his face in your hand. He shook his head. “Then why are you sad?” He took a deep breath and rolled the window up, turned the car off and got out.

“Let’s just go inside.” He mumbled, an arm going over your shoulder as he walked you back inside.

Steven went straight for the couch and turned the TV on to distract himself. You went to the kitchen and got dinner, the dinner you made before he got home. It was a little cold but edible nonetheless.

“You wanna talk about it?” You asked as you sat beside him. Steven poked at his food and slumped back on the couch.

“The guys and I have a bet going to see who can go a whole month without-” He stopped abruptly, not wanting to say it in front of your home cooked chicken.

“Without..?” You repeated softly, wanting him to finish what he was saying, though you had a pretty good idea on what he meant. “We can’t do anything for a month?” You finally asked, the drummer solemnly shook his head.

“It sucks ‘cause I know I’m gonna lose, I mean, I can’t even count the amount of wet dreams I get from just sleeping beside you.” You froze for a second. Steven must have seen that because he groaned. “Shit, sorry, I guess you didn’t know.”

“Guess I’ll have to stop doing that...” You muttered under your breath.

“You’ll stop doing what?” He looked at you with a smile, wanting to hear this dirty little secret you’ve been keeping from him.

“Well, it’s just,” you started, cheeks starting to heat up, “sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and-and you just look so pretty beside me...” You trail off, now it’s your turn to poke your food.

“Do you fuck me in my sleep?” He asked, sounding more proud than anything. You drop your fork with a huff.

“I don’t do that, I just- I may or may not...” You trail off again, poking your food once more.

“Do you get off on me in the middle of the night?” Steven asked with a big smile and bright eyes. You huffed again and that was all the confirmation he needed. “Oh, sweetheart, you could’ve just woken me up, I would’ve loved to help you out!”

“I know, but I don’t want to wake you up for something that simple when I know you won’t wake up if I just do it.” I look up at him with a small pout that quickly fades to a grin. “You sleep like a dead log, by the way.” You added with a chuckle. Steven scoffed and threw a cooked cut of carrot at you.

After that conversation Steven had more hope in this bet. Then he heard that Duff was out and he thought it would be even easier! The cherry on top was Axl getting out before him, oh he was teasing the ginger about it the rest of the day. Axl almost killed him for it, but he had no regrets.

He came home to you, hoping to tell you about it because he was so proud of himself for lasting longer than Axl, the man who started it. Kind of, it was mostly the drummer's fault for bringing up NNN in the first place. However, when he got home he found you already asleep on the couch.

Steven thought you were adorable, all curled up in your blankets with the TV on. God, he loved you so much.

He picked you up and carried you to bed, helping you out of your jeans and into something a little comfier before crawling into bed with you and falling asleep with his head on your chest, his favourite sleeping position.

“Stevie.” You whispered in his ear. “Come on, Stevie.” You gave him a little shake, trying to wake him up. When he didn’t stir you moved to sit on his lap, hovering over his limp dick with your hands planted on his fluffy chest. “Stevie~” You purred. “Stevie I need you~” You leaned forward and started kissing his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin and biting his earlobe.

Finally the man began to wake up. “What are you- Oh~” He hummed when he put two and two together. “Couldn’t wait till morning?” You shook your head and rolled over beside him.

“I know you can’t do anything but...” You trailed off, tracing shapes on his bare chest.

“But..?” He prompted. You looked up at him with pleading eyes and a pout you know he just can’t say no to.

“Please..?”

“Please what?” His hand trailed up your arm and down your side before landing on your waist, giving it soft squeezes.

“What if you just fingered me or something?” You asked, thinking of other alternatives. Steven thought about it for a moment before crawling over you, slowly lowering himself further down the bed.

“I’ve got a better idea.” He mused as he tugged on the waistband of your shorts. His shorts, really, he got you into them because he thought they’d be more comfortable while you slept.

He pulled them off of you, as well as your underwear, and stayed like that for a moment just admiring your slick folds before delving into them. His tongue worked wonders on your sensitive parts, dipping into your cunt and circling your clit, sucking on the nub and making you go cross eyed with moans spilling out of you like a second language.

You had barely noticed that Steven had started grinding himself against the bed. His only thought was pleasuring you, though usually when he ate you out he’d do this, it was instinctual to get himself off on getting you off. He couldn’t help it, his drooling cock was bright red and ready to burst the same way you were, the knot in your gut quickly coming undone.

You screamed out his name, your hands pulling his hair as your thighs clamped down on his head. You often did that and he never complained once, rather loving the feeling of being locked to you.

You felt him moaning around you and when you looked down you could see he was twitching, he looked ready to cry.

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?” You cooed, leaning forward a bit to get a better look at him. Steven got up and looked down to see a huge wet spot on his sweats, right where his cock was bulging through.

“I-I didn’t mean to-” He sputtered, clearly not over his high. You weren’t nearly as pent up as he’d been, getting yourself off whenever the need came about, the only difference was that Steven wasn’t the one getting you off. You hadn’t thought about how pent up he must’ve been, hell he probably didn’t put too much thought into it either.

“Well,” you started, still staring at his crotch, “if you’re out now there’s nothing keeping us from continuing... right?” You asked, looking  up at him.

“Yeah, but...” Steven trailed off.

“But..?”

“I’m tired.” He said and crawled back to the top of the bed so he could lay down. “Can you top?” He asked with a big grin. You returned the expression and happily climbed on top of him.

[izzystradlinswife]

are you working on any fics right now and if so what ones

I always have fics on the back burner so I have one scheduled for today but I'm also working on ↓↓↓

Duff M. smut ☆

Mick M. Story ♡

Phil L. Hcs ♡☆

Steven A. Story ♡

Duff M. Story ♡

If you want to pick which ones you'd like to come out, first tell me in my inbox! Bas fic☆ coming out in a few hrs!!

[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?!"

[jezcat-18]

Softie Stevie 🥰🥰🥰

[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.

[gogobo0ts]

i lowkey need soft dom steven adler cuddle flufff pleaseee i beg you broooo <3

literally just look at himmmmm. i love stevie sm omg <33

literally imagine how cuddly he'd be before going on tour. sitting you on his lap and kissing your neck softly calling you his 'pretty baby' <3 he wouldn't want to let you go for a second. he'd be all over you, massaging your hips and waist 'n nuzzling you.

lay your head on his chest and he's literally ALL yours. he'd just be caressing you and worshipping every inch of you. let him leave some hickies, he wants you to remember him while he's gone :(

his hands are gonna be all over you, rest assured. he cannot stop himself from wanting to hold you <3

he really just wants to shower you and spoil you with attention and his love <3

a/n: sorry if it's short, hope you enjoyed! he's just so uhurieokkqps

[kissesbutmetalfirst]

BUNNY 🌸

cw // smut, mommy kink, oral (fem reviving), steven adler

you ruffled his blond locks resisting the urge to kiss him all over. because steven was on the floor with a dog-collar round his neck, matching the hickies splattered down his back where he can’t reach. “what’re you trying to get out of me ?”, you said in that motherly tone. deep and soft. “Mm-hmm” steven buried his face in between your thighs, it tickled a little. pressing kisses closer to your pussy. “m’ just marking what’s mine”.

you guided his hands to pull down your panties (shoving them down his back pocket as a trophy). you layed down on your soft pillow and dragged him on top of you by his collar. stevens eyes twinkled seeing you half naked, so he went back to shoving his face down your skirt. “thaaat’s a good boy”. honeycomb dripped down your pussy and he lapped it up, biting your lips and kissing your clit in turns. it felt perfect as h-

“r-ring ring riing” the fucking house phone started vibrating. “fucking bitch… hello ? hii honey where are you ?”. the warmth escaped your abdomen when your bunny stuck his head back out. all the nectar poured out as the cold air in the room hit your pussy “wait yes eleanor one sec-“ you pulled his sweet face to yours. “bunny.. mommy really needs this right now. i’ll be soo proud of my favorite boy”

stevens stomach melted with the praise. his warm body was hovering over you, he needed to get his hands on your plush titties so bad. grabbing his chin and letting him kiss you on the lips,,,, the hold you had on this grown man’s sexuality. it’s dumb the way he melted into the kiss you “allowed” him to give you, pressing tiny cold kisses on your lips as it ended. bc he didn’t want to let go of you.

“kay so, you were just telling me about- OH yeah i remember”. Steven twisted his tongue around your pearl, kissing it like a dog in heat. it was getting kinda hard not to moan through the phone line. but it felt soo good though !! his left hand pawed on your boob, kneading it. “mhm-MH” his desperate moans made you love him even more.

“Mhmm-mommy <3” he licked from your pearl to your pussy. spreading your cheeks a little to lap at the honey that dripped down. obviously he needed everything he could get. “could you call me by my first name sweetie ??” you were getting close and he could feel it. “mHM- y/n ! y/n baby”

“ah- sorry elle other line. fuck i’m gonna cum ah bunny you want that ? want mommy’s cum all over your face ?” he didn’t have time to answer. your thighs squeezed around his face like a venus fly trap. your pussy clenched and you had no thoughts in that little head of yours. other than of course “steven” <3

[rocketttqueennn]

Patience ♡

request by @nutellanja !! im sorry this took so long to write ive been busy, i hope you like it!!♡

fluff!!, a little angst

You got home later than usual, overworked and extremely stressed. You walked through the door, throwing your bag to the side as you sighed and threw yourself onto the couch, working overtime and dealing with an awful boss isn't a good combo. You curled up on the couch holding the pillow that was nearby, tightly closing your eyes as you tried to relax.

Slash walked in, calling your name as he saw you all balled up on the sofa. He walked over to you and kneeled down onto the floor in front of you, stroking the side of your head as he looked at you with concern.

"Babe, are you alright? Dinner's just about done, would you like some?" He asked, rubbing your hand with his thumb.

You leaned up and hugged him tightly, resting your head in the crook of his neck as you quietly sniffled, mumbling into his shoulder.

He held you to him, delicately kissing your head.

"What's wrong sweetheart? I'm here for you." He said, cupping your cheeks in his hand as he wiped away all the forming tears.

"Work was awful! I hate my boss, I'm being forced to work more and it's all so stressful- I don't like it!" You said, looking up at him as your tears streamed down his hand.

Slash wiped your face, kissing the top of your head.

"Shh, you don't have to go back there for a while baby, I'm sorry about work. You can take time off, you don't have to do all that sweetheart. I'm here, it'll all be okay." He whispered soothingly, helping you stand up as he smiled at you.

You leaned your head on his chest, hugging him to you as close as you possibly could.

"I love you, I love you so much." You said, looking up at him as he kissed you with a smile, leading you to the kitchen where he then pulled a chair for you.

"I made your favorite all for you, come on sweetheart I'll get you a plate." ♡

⊰ END ⊰

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

can you write Steven Adler headcannons of him being a soft dom with reader in just like basic life scenarios?

A/n: I think I kind of strayed away from what you asked a bit, I just started writing and kept having to go back and look at what you had actually asked me so I could keep on track lol so I apologize if this isn't exactly what you were hoping for but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :3

Warnings: Nothing really, it's fluff

You’ve known Steven for years from school

While he dropped out the two of you kept in contact

Now you had your own job and Steven was the drummer in a band

They weren’t that big yet and Steven didn’t have all too much money to fall back on so you happily let him stay with you whenever he needed to

It started off where he’d pop by from time to time, then he’d crash a night here and there, now he was basically just living with you

You didn’t mind, of course

He helped you out around the house, cleaning when you weren’t there, buying groceries (though he had to borrow your money to do that)

He slept on the couch most nights

Some nights you’d fall asleep watching a movie or reading on the couch and when you woke up Steven would be cuddled up behind you, having gotten some pillows and blankets to be more comfortable

Other times he’d just crawl into bed with you

He never bothered with some crappy excuse even, no “I had a nightmare, can I sleep here?” He could’ve, you wouldn’t’ve believed him but he could’ve

He always just came in, closed the door behind him, got under the covers and curled up right behind you, pulling you close to his hairy chest

Occasionally planting soft kisses to your shoulders and the back of your neck

As he started spending more and more time at your house you obviously started seeing more and more of him

He wasn’t very tall but he’d always offer to help you get things from higher shelves

On more than one occasion you caught him using chairs or straight up standing on the counter to dust the top of the cabinets

Little things he didn’t need to do but wanted to

He wasn’t paying you rent so you assumed this was his way of making it up for your generosity

Soon he started running you nice warm baths on your last days of work for the week or before a day off

He’d come out of the bathroom as soon as you got home, rushing over to you and leading you into the bathroom

“Come on, you’ve had a long week, just rest” He’d say

He’d help you out of your work clothes and into the bubbly bath surrounded by candles and rose pedals

He’d sit beside you for a bit, lazily playing with your hair

Sometimes he’d help you wash up

“You do so much, you have to take care of yourself, sweet thing” He’d whisper that and much more to you as he went, just wanting to comfort you and help you relax

He’d get you pyjamas to put on when you got out, always giving you time to just sit by yourself while he went and made dinner

Nothing too fancy because he didn’t know how to do fancy

Honestly it was usually just some kind of pasta, but the thought was there

He’d eat with you, hear about your week

“Aw, really? My poor baby had to do all that?”

He’d hold your hand and kiss your knuckles, pampering you the best he could

You two would watch movies together and when you inevitably fell asleep he’d carry you into bed and curl up with you, still praising you while you slept

On your days off he’d offer to bring you down to his band's place on Gardner so you could meet his friends and listen to him play

You’d have fun while you were there

Steven was always keeping an eye on you, keeping creepy guys off of you

You never went far from him

“Gotta keep my baby safe, don’t I?” He’d say with that big smile of his and kiss your cheek or forehead

Always walking around with his arm over your shoulder or around your waist, keeping you close, always keeping you close

He’d always be showing you off, as well

“Look at my girl! Isn’t she so pretty? Isn’t this outfit just so good on her? Look at that face! My girls so pretty” Anyone that visited the band was sure to hear about you

[starryeyedrockerbabe]

♡Blurred Lines - Axl Rose

Trigger Warnings: Mention of domestic violence/parents fighting

I'm low-key thinking about turning this into a mini-series. No idea where this is gonna go but I guess we'll see. :)

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Walking to class, she kept her head down as she tried to ignore the whispers echoing around her. She hugged her books to her chest, wanting the day to be over as she eventually ducked into the last classroom on the right and scittered over to her assigned seat in the last row from the back.

He watched her lower her eyes, as he set his textbook and his bag of weed in his locker. She interested him. Her wavy locks - an even brighter fiery orange than his - were pulled back with a pink ribbon. Her jeans were a cool denim blue with white flower prints and her white sweater hugged her figure scrumptiously at the same time the baggy sleeves covered her delicately manicured hands.

She opened her book to page 183 per her teacher's instructions, tapping her pencil on her leg as she waited for the lesson to start. She could feel his eyes on her - the greenish brown hues burning into the back of her neck. She kept her eyes on the words and pictures covering the textbook, pretending to ignore him.

The truth was, the fact that somebody (a guy, in particular) was interested in her excited her. Every time they caught each other's stares from across the class room or bumped into each other at lunch - which seemed to be more and more often - her heart would race and this stupid little grin would involuntarily appear on her lips.

He studied her vigorously, taking in every detail of her as she sat two seats ahead in the row to his right. The sun was shining right on her, highlighting the little streaks of natural blond in her red locks. Her pink ribbon was coming untied, and he fought the urge to ask if he could fix it. The way he felt about her confused him. He really only saw the girls at school as pussy, not people. But with her it was different, and he was having a very hard time accepting that.

She glanced up to see him standing by the door, staring at her intensely as he sharpened his pencil with the sharpener attached to the wall. The shavings fell into the trashcan like snow, and she chose to focus more on that than on the tall redhead staring at her with his greenish brown eyes.

Before she knew what was happening, the kid beside her was being bullied out of his seat and the redhead was getting settled in. He turned to her, staring at her so hard it made her shrink back into her sweater.

"Hi."

His voice was deep and velvety, and it made him just that much more handsome. She glanced at him, blushing as she saw just how he was looking at her. She felt like she was being scrutinized, but not necessarily in a bad way.

"Hi..."

"You got a name, pretty girl?"

The butterflies that were already flittering around her her tummy began to lose their minds. Her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink as she finally gathered the courage to hold eye contact with him.

"Y/n. You're Axl, right?"

He smirked, fidgeting with the silver band on his right middle finger.

"Guess I'm not so anonymous anymore, am I?" he countered, referring to his usual antics and trouble making.

Y/n shook her head, smiling softly.

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Y/n gasped, tensing a bit as Axl snuck up behind her and silently slid an arm around her shoulders. Class had ended and the only things left in the school day were lunch and one more class period.

"What are you doing?" Y/n asked a little suspicsiously.

Axl's voice was smooth and nonchalant as he answered, staring ahead at the end of hall.

"Going to lunch."

"People are gonna think we're dating." Y/n whispered nervously.

"Is it such a bad thing if they do?" Axl countered, trying to hide the hope in his voice. He wasn't planning on necessarily asking y/n out, but he wanted to keep other guys away from her. He wanted her to be his.

"No..."

They walked to the lunch room at a slower pace, Axl keeping y/n hugged close to his side the whole way there. He let go of her to go through the lunch line, but was surprised to find that y/n hesitantly hugged his arm.

He glanced down at her, smiling gently when she looked up at him with her big eyes. Visibly nervous, she immediately moved her hands back to her sides and looked down at the floor, blushing.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

Axl shook his head, holding his arm back out to her.

"No, no it's okay. I don't mind at all."

Y/n didn't hesitate to hug his arm again, blushing as she looked around the cafeteria. Every girl in the room was staring jealously at them, and the boys were looking a mix of disappointed and impressed that the town's outcast rocker delinquent kid had gotten the little shy girl everybody secretly crushed on.

They got their food and found an empty table near the back, talking quietly as they ate. Of course, everybody continued to stare at the two teenagers with their heads together, giggling and quite obviously making fun of people. Well, Axl would make fun of people and y/n would just blush and try not to giggle since she felt bad about it.

The rest of the day followed with Axl walking y/n to her last class, and then somehow hunting her down in the stampede of students at dismissal and offering to walk her home. She smiled, happily obliging and linking her arm with the redhead's as he offered it.

They took their sweet time, neither really wanting their time together to end as they got to know each other more. It was quite the walk from school to y/n's house, and Axl was surprised that she walked to and from school every day.

Y/n eventually stopped in front of little stone cottagecore looking house with square hedges liking the walkway and an oaktree in the front yard with a tire swing.

Axl looked between y/n and the house, smiling as it suited her to live in a place like that.

"I guess I gotta leave now, huh?" Axl said, slightly bummed. Y/n giggled, smiling up at him.

"Yeah, but maybe mama will let you come over for dinner one night. Who knows what the future holds."

Axl shrugged, smiling as he thought about meeting y/n's mother and being able to spend time with y/n outside of school. Axl asked for y/n's phone number, surprised that she gave it to him so willingly.

"I'll see you tomorrow." he said with a wink. Y/n couldn't help but smile like a little kid as she watched him saunter down the sidewalk in his tight blue jeans and half unbuttoned flannel.

Her smile disappeared however, when he turned the corner toward the entrance of neighborhood she'd led him to and she went the opposite way.

She didn't live in the cute little cottage with the white picket fence. She lived in the last house at the dead end in the back of the neighborhood that was covered in grime, had over-grown grass that went to her knees, and screens over the windows that were ripped.

Yelling and fighting echoed from inside the house when she pulled her keys out to unlock the door, and she flinched as a plate crashed against the wall next to her head before she quicklu shut the door and scurried off to her room, praying Axl would call sooner or later so she could have some form of disctraction besides her homework.

[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."

[nikossfwfics]

Sick as a Dog [Stuff]

Duff slipped on his shoes, getting ready to go to work. Before heading out he poked his head into his and steven's shared bedroom.

"Im heading out, stevie." He hollered, earning a quite congested cough from his small lover. He went, sat down next to steven, and placed his palm on his forehead. "Honey, youre burning up!"

"am not!" Steven responded, nasally.

"Baby, youre sick." Duff stated plainly, "im staying home to take care of you."

Steven let out a resistant groan, but secretly he was exited to spend the day with his boyfriend.

"Im gonna make you some chicken noodle soup and i'll call into work." Duff said as he kissed his sicly boyfriends forehead.

He began to walk away until a raspy whine stopped him in his tracks "babyyyyyy!"

"Yes, sweetheart?" He sounded like a worried mother.

" you missed..." steven  mumbled into his pillow.

Duff let out a scoffing laugh " i dont think so, stevie. You're sick and the last thing i want is for both of us to be sick." And with that he was out the door and into the kitchen.

Duff stood by the stove, stirring soup for his boyfriend, when two arms snaked thier way around his waist. He knew by the soft sniffles who it was.

"Stevie you need to be in bed." He scolded.

" 'm not sick anymore..." duff laughed at that, "now i can get that kiss."

Duff turns around so he's facing his blonde boyfriend, he placed his hands on either side of stevens flushed face. "Hm..." he pretended to think about it "sure-"

Before duff could finnish what he was going to say steven was on his tippy toes, placing a soft kiss on the taller males lips. Duff let out a content hum and melted into the kiss. This was one of the boys' favorite things in the world; not even preforming could compare to the impecable kisses they share.

They were rudely interupted by the annoying beep of the oven. Duff was the first one to pull away (very reluctantly) "okay now, let get you back to bed, sweetheart." Steven just responded with his signature heat melting smile.

••••time skip••••

Duff's phlem filled cough echoed throughout their shared bedroom. Steven lifted up a spoon to his tall lovers mouth, shushing him.

Duff raspily uttered, "i told you you'd get me sick, you bastard." He playfully swatted at stevies chest.

"I said im sorry" stevie whined, scooping the medicine into duff's mouth

[bloozers]

About me !!!

Requests are open <3

Hi! I’m blaze , I’m 22 and I’m from New Zealand! 🇳🇿 I enjoy music I play instruments such as: electric guitar , bass guitar , and a bit of piano? I also skateboard and I do art. I’m autistic and I’m bisexual my pronouns are she/her ❤️ my top 5 bands atm are: Metallica , Mötley Crüe , GNR , Megadeth and Type O Negative.

People I’ll write for:

Kirk Hammett

James Hetfield

Dave Mustaine

Lars Ulrich

Nikki Sixx

Vince Neil

Tommy Lee

Slash

Axl Rose

Duff Mckagen

Steven “popcorn” Adler

Sebastian “baz” bach

Peter Steele

Things I WONT write for!

People who have passed

Non con shit

Anything rlly out the gate like chains,bondage,whips no thx

Death/loss of a loved one

Member x member

MDNI PLZ 😭🙏

[groupiewhoreee]

Can you write a Steven Adler one where he meets a female reader at a night club. Then it’s time to go home Steve offers her a ride

hii! yes i can. i didn't know if this should be smut or fluff or a mix so i did a mix! thank you for requesting this, i couldn't wait to have someone request something for steven! i love him sososo much 😭💕

Sweet Amber

Warnings: Smut, filth you know? Most of its fluff though! (Minors you can interact just skip the smut part but! usually i'd say dni, but you can skip the smut part this time!)

Summary/Plot: Requested by an lovely anon. <3

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the colorful, flashing lights of the night club shined across you and others. drinks spilled, lost thing's scattered the club. the disco ball danced within. you and others danced around, catching up with others and talking to people you didn't know. the place was crowded. you didn't even know regardless where you were going. the crowd swerved and pushed you around, your drink spilling onto the floor. people jumped and tossed.

people didn't care. they bumped into each other, not even caring if their drink was spilled, or they lost their wedding ring, or expensive bracelet. it was a night club, people were reckless or just lost. you somewhat felt anxious, and a swarm of overwhelmed feelings coursed over you. but the music that played thru the night club soothed ur anxiousness. it distracted you. usually a band playing a gig would be there but they weren't this time. it was just music and nobody was playing. the dj was playing requested, and top hits.

soon, you bumped into somebody, face first. he had long, blond— somewhat a mix of wavy and curly hair. he had a keen smile across his lips. he was wearing a leather jacket, dark jeans with rips, and a band tee shirt you were fond of. his drink spilled onto you. "jesus— i'm so sorry!" the man said fondly quickly. "nono, its all okay! don't worry- um, sorry for bumping into you!" you said, an smile peered and smeared across ur face apologetically. "its fine! whats your name?" he asked, dancing with the music casually. shouting to you since the music was loud. "y/n! you?" you called back. "steven! steven adler." he explained. "nice to meet you, steven adler." you would say. "you too, y/n." he softly said.

"so, i noticed your band tee! you like Pink Floyd?" you asked curiously. "yeah! do you?" he questioned back to you. "of course! if i didn't i wouldn't be pointing out ur shirt, dumbass." you joked, you had a sarcastic tone. "yeah, whatever." he laughed. "your dress is awfully pretty. well- even though its ruined." he smiled awkwardly. "thanks! i think your outfit is pretty sick." you told him, "thanks, y/n." - "hey, um- it's getting kind of late. i was thinking of leaving. maybe i'll see you again?" you explained. "hey! i'll offer you an ride home?" he offered. "that'd be lovely! thank you." you accepted. "okay, lets go!" he said, taking your hand. you felt a sudden wave of nervousness. you took his hand.

he led you to his car. he opened the door for you. you gladly hopped in, buckling your seatbelt. steven got in after closing your door for you. he started the car. "whats your address?" he asked. "its, **************" you explained. "alrighty!" steven gladly said happily. he started driving. "so why did you even go to the night club?" he questioned you. "ah, well. i thought a band was gonna be playing but there wasn't, but i still stayed for a bit." you told him. "ah, okay. thats cool. sometimes bands don't play there anymore from what i've witnessed." steven told you. "why did you come?" you asked. "well, i came because i was supposed to meet up with someone, but they never came." he said. "oh, thats kinda— sad. sorry about that." you apologized to steven. you had something about steven. he was.. sweet. he was kind of— hilarious. he had some luscious locks. he was kind. there was something about him.

"its alright. well, were here!" he sweetly said. "wait— before I leave," you murmured. you leaned in. Steven's eyes widened. you kissed him passionately on the lips. his lips tasted like candy. you fell deeply in the kiss, both of you and steven's eyes closed. you moaned softly into the kiss. steven pulled away from you, sharing saliva with you. he moved into the backseat with you, laying you down onto the cars seats. he kissed ur neck, sucking spots onto your neck. you moaned breathily. "so sweet," steven muttered. he licked the sides of your neck. pushing ur dress strap down and your bra strap at the same time. he pushed everything off. your breasts exposed to him. he placed purple hickeys on your breasts. he sucked one nipple, rubbing the other with his finger. he switched, now licking down ur stomach to your panties.

he rubbed circles around your clothed heat. he would tear your panties off. whimpers escaped ur mouth. "please— please steven, i want you so bad.." you whispered. steven nodded, taking his pants-off. his boxers went with him. he positioned himself at your entrance, before pushing into you. "fuck, so tight." he said to you. he moved in and out of you, gripping ur thighs as he did so. you moaned loudly, moving ur hands to his back. you scratched his back in pleasure, rolling ur eyes back while ur head threw backwards.

you came, pleasure rushing over you. steven pulled out of you, cum leaked onto your tits. he breathed heavily. "i'll catch you sometime?" steven laughed, helping you get ur clothes on and everything. "of course." you muttered. "alright. see ya!" he said to you, waving as you got out of the car. you got home, getting changed and passing out onto your bed.

[gogobo0ts]

Hello lovely! I was wondering if one, I could make another request and two, if I could maybe ask your opionion of a lil short story I'm thinking about writing.

I don't wanna blow up your ask box so i'll just put the request and let you decide on the opion part because I know not everybody likes hearing story lines. xoxoxo

Also my dumbass can't remember if you write for Guns N Roses, so if you don't wanna write this one for Steven i'm fine with Nikki or Tommy <3

Request -

Steven and Sunshine!reader are best friends, and Steven is super protective of her. She's completely unaware that he's head over heels for her (even tho she's in love with him too) and when he gets into a fist fight with Axl for flirting with her he eventually confesses his feelings while she bandages his bleeding knuckles. <33

ofc! if u ever want to discuss ideas for a fic you're writing i'm 100% open <3 xoxo

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I LOVE STEVIE 🗣️🗣️🗣️i'm begging guys i don't see enough of him !! <3 he's my lil pookie

not proof-read 💀

Axl invited you to his house party, which was a little odd, but not super unusual. you were one of Steven's closest friends, you'd been supporting him since the beginning. everyone in the band knew you steven wouldn't shut up about you , or at the very least was familiar with your name.

so... it made sense. though, you were starting to regret your decision as you watched duff and slash take what had to be their 10th round of shots. you eyed everyone at the party as you sipped your drink. there were girls you'd seen backstage before, either girlfriends or groupies, and plenty of people you'd never met before. izzy was absolutely nowhere to be found, he probably left actually, and you condemned yourself for not doing the same.

you made your way over to steven, a little beacon of light in the dim party. the only saving grace to this party. his curls bouncing as he chatted away animatedly to a guest.

axl stepped in front of you, blocking your path slightly, "You liking the party?" he asked, grinning at you.

you shrugged, "It's kind of loud... a little overwhelming." you admitted a little shyly.

he leaned against the wall, brushing some of your hair back, "well... if you want, i could take you somewhere quieter." his tone told you everything you needed to know.

"I think-..."

you were interrupted by steven's slurred voice, "absolutely fucking not....?!" he shot axl a betrayed look and pushed him back a bit.

jesus... it all happened so fast, they both were already pretty buzzed. steven took a swing and hit the wall, and axl caught him in a headlock. it was like watching two toddlers fighting over something they both wanted.

"alright, alright. Knock it off." IZZY! (huh, so he hadn't left...? it all made sense once you saw the girl hanging on his arm) Thank god. he seemed to knock some sense into the two, who hesitantly stopped fighting.

axl stormed off to god knows where, leaving steven with a furrowed brow.

"Are you alright, Stevie?" you cooed, gently, "Your hand's bleeding...if you hadn't noticed..."

he looked down at his hand, it was scraped up pretty good, red and tender as blood dribbled onto his fingers and wrist, "oh..." he said quietly, "i'll be ok..."

"here... let's go see if there's a first aid kit around here." you led him to the bathroom, which was surprisingly unoccupied, and sat him down on the edge of the bathtub.

you rummaged around the cabinets for a bit, before pulling out a small first aid kit. you looked around for a rubbing alcohol wipe.

"I don't like the way he looked at you." he murmured under his breath, "he was bein' all weird with you."

"Doesn't mean you should try to punch him for it." you countered as you ripped open the wipe.

"he just wants to fuck around. he doesn't even love you." Steven babbled, hissing a bit as you cleaned his knuckles.

"sorry." you whispered sincerely, grabbing the bandage wrappings.

"But I do. I love you a lot." he sighed, a bit sadly, "A little too much maybe..."

you paused, caught completely off guard, "You...You what...?"

"Oops... I uh..." he couldn't really find an excuse, even if he hadn't been drunk, you can't really come back from that.

you couldn't help but feel a little giddy and laugh. his face turned a deep shade of red, and he was worried for a second until you started to pepper his face in kisses. you smoothed his hair out and kissed him on the lips, cupping his cheeks.

you pulled away after a moment, earning a pout from him, "Hey...."

"You're getting blood on your sleeves... just let me finish patching you up..." you grumbled, a light pink dusting your face. he honestly didn't mind the blood. he was the happiest person at the party, scratch that, in the whole goddamn world. but he let you dress his knuckles, just so you were satisfied.

"so does this mean-...?" he started.

"yeah... I love you too." you smiled, giving him another peck, right on the tip of his nose.

a/n: sorry if this feels rushed i'm bad at pacing 🗣️ i just get excited and splurge on writing basically 💀

[kissesbutmetalfirst]

HONESTY 🌸

he never really approached you when hanging out with the rest of your friends (downright ignoring you at times) still he will beg for your attention in private. sure he seems cold but i promise he’s not, izzy can be a real sweetheart when no one is watching. it’s just hard y’know, to get the words out. so when he does say it you know he means it.

and when Izzy’s deep groans cloud your mind. they get whinier as you play with the buttons on his vibrator, dragging it up and down his shaft. and you grab his pale thighs when you wrap your lips around the swollen head of his cock. “mmh-AH”, he’s still so sensitive when you touch him. “soo, isn’t there something you’d like to tell me Izzy?” he shakes his head quietly. well he can suit himself, his expression changed as you turned off the vibrations. “um wait, can you please…”. “spit it out Izzy”,

“your hands feel so good, i want this all the time y/n”. finally, you could go back to circling his tip with two fingers. aaaand? “i want everyone to know i’m yours baby, i want everyone to know what you do to me. how much i love it”. there it is. “good boy”. you licked a stripe up his hard cock, lapping up all his precum. thinking about how badly you wanted his long veiny fingers against your g-spot.

“can i kiss your pretty lips now mommy?” izzy said as you climbed up on his lap. so you press your pout against his, collecting his moans while slowly sliding him inside your tight wet pussy <333