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thesmokingguns · 2 months

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Cuddles w/ Axl Rose

Axl loved when you were in these moods. Usually touch averse every once in a blue moon you’d be extra snuggly, curled up against him any chance that you could get. The moods came on randomly and he never knew when it would happen.

But tonight you wanted to be held.

Sliding from the couch your bare feet sunk into the carpet as you headed up the stairs toward the bedroom. You stopped over the second to last step that creaked loudly if stepped on past 9PM. That was all you needed, to wake up the dog before you even got into the bedroom. His barking would alert Axl and you knew if he was awake to greet you that you’d be self conscious about sliding into bed with him.

Pushing open the door, you bit your lip as you saw him, curled in bed. He looked so at peace, the dog at his feet looking up with a cocked head as you entered, silent as a ghost. His tattoos were all showing in the pale moonlight. Faded colors and lines that had once been vibrant dulled with age. And yet, you smiled at him, still in awe of how he looked even though he had been robbed of his youth years before you had met him.

Carefully , you moved to him.

As you slipped into his bedroom, the smell of his cologne hung in the air. Rich and heavy, making you want to nuzzle against his neck to breathe him in. Your eyes opened as you watched him, unaware you were in there. Thinking you had fallen asleep on the couch again.

You shrugged your shoulders, the lightweight robe folding in ripples of silk on the floor. He only dressed you in the best, gave you the best. Not that you would know the difference between satin or silk but Axl only wanted you to have the greatest of everything. The thin chiffon and lace teddy was loose on your skin and you were gently tugging the straps down, wiggling your hips as you flowed across the floor, closer to where he was in bed.

Freezing on the open side of bed you stood, naked and unsure if you should ask permission before diving into the sheets. The fear of talking and hearing no driving you into the bed as you swam across, clinging to Axl like he was a buoy in the ocean and you’d sink without him.

The gasp of life he gave, pulled from a dream as your nose buried against the warm skin of the base of his neck, hands tucked against his chest. Your feed slid between his knees as he tried to make sense of what was going on. Having been stolen from sleep and you thrust into his arms had shocked him. But not enough that he didn’t know how to respond.

His arms were wrapping around you, tugging you just a little bit closer. Lips coming down to the crown of your head in a kiss that made your eyes squeeze shut, trying not to panic as he held you just like you had wanted him to do.

Still, the first touch always felt a little overwhelming and you had to suppress the ick feeling that left you dazed for a second, reminding yourself how nice he smelled. How warm he was. How good it was to be shown love in this way. You should feel how much it meant to him to have you here, coming to him in your touch starved manner and asking him to feed you with cuddles.

“Hi little moon drop.” His voice was low, grumbly from sleep and you thought about how it made your stomach do somersaults and your eyes drooped low, tired. People talked about bottling sounds and you knew Axl’s sleepy voice was what you would pick to get drunk off of.

He didn’t ask if something happened or made me crawl to him, no Axl was good and hugged you close. He just wanted to hold you all the time and took the times he could as gifts.

Your body was relaxed and you knew he appreciated having you soft in his arms instead of stiff like a board, which had happened on more than one occasion when you had tried to force yourself to be held. Physical touch was not your love language and it was hard for you to accept or give it since it confused you and gave you the ick feeling so much.

“Can you kiss me?” you asked for kisses though, didn’t just let him think that it was okay. Kisses were given out so infrequently that you felt the way he was breathing in, his shock unable to be hidden by this ask.

Axl’s hand slid under your chin, pulling you to look at him before sliding his lips over yours. Usually a kiss would give you the icks that had you running away but today you wanted more. Pushing your lips back against Axl’s opening them and letting your tongue poke against his.

He made that sound, his groan vibrating in your mouth and making you know that he liked kissing and it was okay to keep going. You were very good at understanding him and it helped you feel safe in situations like this, out of your comfort. He had a harder time and wanted to check in, pulling away from you as you tried to pull him back.

“More.” you demanded as he looked around, like something was possessing you and he could make sense of it if he just caught a glimpse of whatever phantom was haunting you. But you were cupping his cheeks, pulling him onto you, “more.” you whispered and Axl knew that he always would give you what you wanted.

And if you wanted more, he would give you all that you wanted and then some.

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unknownperson246 · 3 days

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Fan fic writing

I’m going to start writing fics pls send me any requests for them thanks!!

Bands I will write about:

Guns N’ Roses

Motley Crue

poison

Metallica

Any rock and roll bands

people I will write about:

Axl rose

duff McKagan

Steven Adler

slash

Izzy stradlin

Nikki sixx

mick Mars

Vince Neil

Tommy Lee

I will write about anything Rock and roll related so the people not on this list I will and can write about 😝

I will write any kinks except the ones I won’t include

Kinks that I won’t write about:

shit kinks

piss kinks

#my fics #my fic #fic rec #fic writing #fanfic #fan fiction #fan fiction writing

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lost-in-the-80s · 9 months

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I need to talk to you guys....

Hey guys!

I'm here to say thank you and I'm sorry.

Some of you have been following me since the beginning of this blog in 2020, when I was depressed and found peace and a new purpose by spending time here, writing some fics and making new friends.

I met some incredible people in here that have proven to be great friends, helping me through thick and thin, and I love you guys so much 💖💖

As time passed by, my work load started to grow more and more, and it reached a point where I didn't find any inspiration in myself to write anything, which led a long hiatus.

On top of that my interests changed a bit, don't worry, I'm still an avid Guns n Roses fan, and Axl is still my alter ego haha... but my center of attention changed directions and I finally found myself writing again, but for anime this time (I know, who'd see this coming lol?)

It was during a short period of time and then another wave of depression hit me again and I lost all my motivation for writing.

I hadn't logged in this account for months, and I assure you I am fine now, but who went through this knows that its unpredictable and we never know when its going to hit us again, but when I logged in and saw all the messages in my Ask box it really put a smile on my face.

You guys have been here for so long and I feel like I failed you for having disappeared. For which I am really sorry!

I'm not promising to be back as frequently as I was once, but I'll try my best to be around, to talk to you guys and maybe start writing again someday.

So thank you to everyone for having so much patience with me and showing me so much love! I love you guys ❤️❤️

#harley talks

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ao3feed-thor · 2 years

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Sweet Child O’ Mine

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/z0LfxQ4

by CNWrites

A legacy can be a gift. A legacy can be a curse. The choice is yours.

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In which Axl Heimdallson struggles with the legacy of his father and the powers that he was left with. He also struggles with the fact that Thor asks him to watch after his… daughter? niece? It does not matter; or at least, it will not matter if Axl cannot get them both back alive from hunting down a literal sea monster.

Where do we go now?

Words: 6430, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Thor (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Axl Heimdallson, Love (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), (heavily mentioned) - Character

Relationships: Axl Heimdallson & Love (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Compliant, as in I accept the canon thus far and ignore any possibility of future canon for the moment, sibling dynamics, Bonding, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Expectations, I took an extremely minor character and made up a story for him, a story in which he and thors adopted daughter go and kick mythological butt, thats it that’s the fic, Marvel Norse Lore, References to Norse Religion & Lore, Post-Thor: Love And Thunder (2022), Thor: Love and Thunder (2022), Thor: Love and Thunder (2022) Spoilers, Guns N' Roses References, Song: Sweet Child O' Mine (Guns N' Roses), References to 80s music that could be considered offensive to 80s fans, because the author knew maybe one 80s song before writing this, so I’m sorry

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/z0LfxQ4

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #thor

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duffslut · 3 years

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You're mine.

Duff Mckagan x reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 935

Warnings: Smut. Minors Dni.

Requested by: @sweetduffofmine hope you like it!

- Just stay with me and I'll keep you safe, okay?

Duff had his arm around your waist guiding you.

- Duff we're just walking don't need that.

You disentangled yourself from Duff's arms and started walking faster in front of him.

- I know you think not but I have to protect you.

you rolled your eyes turning to him, you had to look up to face him since the blonde was unreasonably tall.

- Protect me from what?

- All in all, you're too innocent for this world.

Before you had time to respond, Duff grabbed your hand and pulled you into an ice cream parlor.

- What do you want?

Duff's hand was still holding yours as he walked to the counter, you starting to get annoyed that he thought you couldn't do anything on your own. He's always been like that but in the last few days he was extremely overprotective, and it was starting to piss you off.

- I can order myself, Duff

You ordered your ice cream and left the ice cream shop, Duff was right after you.

- Can we go home?

You asked him as you guys walked down the sidewalk.

- You're okay babe?

You nodded and dropped an icy kiss on Duff's cheek, having to stand on your tiptoes to reach him.

When you and Duff got home, Duff plopped down on the couch and you sat in the armchair by the television.

- What do you mean I'm too innocent?

You straightened up, crossing your legs in the chair, facing Duff, just trying to talk without starting an argument.

- You are, I just don't want anything to happen to you, you understand that, don't you, Y/n?

- Yes babe, but, you know there are things i need to do alone, you don't need to protect me from everything.

- Am I doing too much?

You bit your bottom lip, knowing you needed to be honest with him if not you would just end up getting angry and that would only damage your relationship with Duff.

- Yes

Duff straightened on the couch and ran a hand through his blond hair.

- I'm sorry Y/n, i just don't want to lose you.

You got up from your chair and walked over to him, you sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, squeezing your legs around his hips.

- You wont lose me, Duffy - You kissed him calmly. - never, I'm yours.

Duff runs a hand through your hair and holds your face making you look into his green eyes.

- You're mine, uh?

You threw your head back and laughed.

- All yours.

Duff's hands went to your hips and pulled your body closer to his and then he kissed you, his hand on your back not letting you break the contact of your body with his, his tongue lightly passed around your lips and you opened your mouth to let it in.

You moaned Duff's name between the kiss when you felt his cock starting to grow under you.

- just for now, can i still take care of you?

Duff asked and his lips moved down from your lips to your neck, making you close your eyes as you felt his warm tongue run down your neck leaving hickeys here and there.

- Yes you can.

You sighed heavily after answering and moved back and forth in Duff's lap causing the blonde to moan in your ear that made your body shiver.

- Turn around

You got off his lap and turned your back to him as you took off your panties, Duff's hands caressed your back and propelled you forward, leaving your bare ass perched for him.

- So wet for me already.

You jumped when you felt Duff's finger enter you, you pressed your body against his finger and swayed feeling your wet pussy receive another finger.

Duff's fingers curled inside you making you lean in even more, you squeezed the tips of your breasts hard as Duff's thumb started rubbing your clit. You already felt the sweat running down your forehead as you moaned and whimpered wiggling in Duff's fingers.

Duff's fingers left you and you felt empty without them, you turned to him about to complain but he wouldn't let you.

- ride me honey

Duff took your hand and brought you to his lap again, you held his hard dick as you passed it through your pussy before thrusting it into you, you felt his pre cum mingling with yours as you ran the tip of his cock across your clit until it finally hits your entrance and slid inside you as you slowly descended feeling filled by him. You rode Duff with your hands resting on his stomach, you started moaning loudly when his dick hit your g-spot and started riding faster feeling the impact of his dick inside you until you felt that you couldn't hold out much longer.

You leaned against Duff's body when you felt your legs begin to weaken, you began to roll more slowly, feeling every sensation of having him inside you. You lightly bit Duff's shoulder as he started getting into you, his hands running up and down your back as you moaned madly near his ear. You let out a few curses and sucked Duff's neck and shoulder feeling your orgasm trickle down your pussy smearing Duff's cock.

You heard Duff curse and his hands tightened on your back as you felt your pussy fill with his cum.

Your lips met and you kissed him desperately with his cock still inside you.

- You're mine.

Duff said and you dropped your head on his shoulder.

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ubernoxa · 4 years

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The Dare: A Guns an’ Roses Fanfic

Chapter 37: Great Party Mags

Pairing: Duff/OC

Story Summary: A stupid harmless dare, that’s all it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be something they would do, and never revisit. For Delilah, little did she know that visiting the strip wasn’t going to be a one time thing when she made the choice to accept the dare. Life is full of choices. Some choices can mean absolutely nothing, while others can change your entire world. Delilah had heard many rumors about the Sunset Strip or Devil’s Strip. Teenagers would whisper stories about how the Devil walks the streets of the strips without a care in the world. It was known as a place untouched by God. After years of hearing rumors about the Devil’s Strip, Delilah wants to see it for herself. Thus a Dare was born.

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Taglist: @gingerspicetalks @str4nge-haze @dustnbones @queen-crue

The girls had swarmed him all night, and he felt like a damn king. They all wanted to fuck a rockstar, but sadly he only had time for one. Axl put on his boot and checked his hair in the bathroom mirror. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror, he could get used to this. The elaborate mansion and girls were one of the many perks he was looking forward to when Guns made it big.

The live band still played and he wanted to groan as they butchered another Motley Crue song. He was never a fan of Motley, but it burned his ears to hear a song that was born on Sunset Strip butchered. He was promised a rock band and they were mediocre at best. He smirked to himself at the thought of the band getting booed off stage. They would never survive the strip. They could play some cover songs, but they were missing the spark, that special thing that makes someone remember them. They were just a bunch of rock wannabes who live off their parent’s money. They were 100% forgettable.

“Heeey, you’re that singer right? I saw you sing last week!” A brunette stumbled over towards him, partially spilling her drink on the table next to him.

“Axl Rose the one and only,” Axl looked her up and down, a model, he told himself. She must be some sort of model.

Axl’s attention was pulled from the brunette model as a familiar face caught his attention. A face he had only seen once. A face he hoped he wouldn’t have to see again.

Axl lost control of his feet as he slowly walked over towards Matt, Del’s ex-fiancé, who was standing off in a hallway. An unsettling feeling filled Axl as he slowly walked into the hallway where Matt was.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Axl shouted, making sure to pull all attention towards him.

“It’s a party Axl. I thought a trash wannabe rocker like you would know that,” Matt laughed back.

“Axl,” Del shot out of the room at the sound of the singer’s voice. When she opened the door, she Alsace a situation that was already out of hand. Matt was pushed against the hallway wall, pinned by Axl, unable to move. With one of his hands tightly wrapped around Matt’s collar, Axl held him in the air. Axl’s other hand formed a fist, waiting for Matt to give him one last reason to best the living shit out of him.

Axl shot a quick look at Del, fear was laced in her tone as she stepped forward.

“Did they touch you?” Axl’s voice was sharp as he spoke. Del could tell he was drinking, and that wasn’t the most unsettling part. There was nothing more wild than a drunk Axl hungry for blood,

“No Ax..I’m fine. They just wanted to invite me to a small party for a childhood friend of mine. The party is to celebrate her engagement, nothing more,” Del talked in a soft voice in hopes to calm him down.

“Give me a reason Del. Give me a reason not to punch him in the fucking face,” Axl’s tone was soft, but laced with poison as he spoke. He could feel Matt’s breath, wild and out of control like a bunny that was about to be devoured by a wolf.

“Because he is not fucking worth it Ax. He is nothing, but a washed up piece is shit. Punching him won’t make anything better,” on the outside Del maintained a calm composure, but on the inside all hell had broken loose. She hated Matt. She hated the bruises he left on her arm. She hated the way he talked to her. Despite everything, she wanted to see Axl beat the living shit out of Matt. She wanted to see him pay the price, but that wasn’t right. That would only make things worse. Violence would always bring more violence. She looked back at Axl who was currently staring down Matt like a wolf about to devour his prey.

Del quickly turned towards Mark, remembering his threat about telling Duff that she was sleeping with Axl. It was a lie, a complete and utter lie. She didn’t want to take the chance that Duff would believe her over them, she didn’t want their lie to plant a seed of doubt into Duff’s head. She loved him, she truly did.

“Axl, they aren’t worth it,” this time Del’s voice was sharp as she spoke.

Axl let go of Matt who stumbled over towards Mark, pure terror filling his eyes.

“Don’t forget these,” Matt said, handing Del the pillow and blanket that she originally came for. That’s right, Del reminded herself. She still had a task she had to complete. She had to help Mags.

When Del walked next to him to grab the items, he whispered, “see you Sunday.” She didn’t respond as she took the items for Mags and headed down the hallway, wanting to get as far away from Mark and Matt as possible.

Del wanted to cry. She wanted to break down and cry, but as she heard Axl’s boots against the tiled floor, she knew she had to keep it together.

“Where is Duff?” Del looked over towards Axl who resembled a volcano about to erupt.

“Upstairs taking care of another problem,” Del’s tone was sharp, but it didn't go far. She knew that he could see the tears that lingered in her eyes as he walked next to her. She wanted to leave this party as soon as possible, and didn’t have time for silly tears.

“He shouldn’t have left you,” Axl seemed to calm down a little, but not enough to put Del at ease.

“You should stop in a bathroom before we meet up with Duff,” Axl pointed out, causing Del to stop dead in her tracks.

“Why?” The moment she spoke those words, Axl placed his hand on her forearm, and for the first time Del saw something in Axl’s eyes.

The chaos or passion that resided in them was replaced with concern. That’s when it clicked in Del’s head. Axl knew. Axl put the pieces together, and saw the big picture on what was going on.

“Because he will want you to tell him what happened if you present yourself like this,” the pair of them remained frozen in another hallway lined with mirrors. Del turned her head and a ghostly figure in front of her.

“And you don’t seem to want to talk about it,” Axl added.

She knew it was herself that was standing in the mirror. Her hair was still styled the same way and she was wearing the same clothes as earlier, but that’s not what Axl was hinting at. He saw the sadness that had developed in her own eyes. He recognized the fear that was laced across her features.

“Can you bring these to Mag’s she is up one more floor and in the bathroom of the third room on the right?” Axl simply shook his head no.

“Why?” Del shot back, nor understanding Axl’s reluctance.

“If you think I am going to let you walk around this party while Matt and Mark are here you are dead wrong,” Del nodded her head as she handed Axl the pillow and blankets and headed off towards the nearest bathroom. The sound of Axl’s boots on the tile floor filled the hallways.

Once inside, she slammed the door shut and locked it. When the first tear fell, the rest followed like a dam breaking and flooding a city.

Why? Why must they come back to her? Why couldn’t she escape her life?

“Everything will be fine,” Del said into the mirror. It was a lie that she was hoping that she, herself would believe.

There really wasn’t a reason for Duff to not want to go to the party. Granted he knew about her old life and how toxic it was, so maybe he did have a reason. Her mind spiraled again and again until she felt like it was going to explode.

Only a quiet knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Go away Axl,” Del shouted through the door still trying to deal with the tornado that was tearing through her head.

“Try again,” Del shot to her feet and unlocked the door without hesitation at the sound of his voice. She pulled Duff in close, tears still streaming down her face.

As she pulled away, she felt Duff begin to kiss the tears that remained on her cheeks. He then pulled her in close again, sending a thankful knod in the singer’s direction.

Axl stood watching, waiting for this moment to be over. He hated it so much when Duff cradled Del in his arms. He hated how she nuzzled her head deeper into his chest as he whispered sweet nothing into her ear. But most of all, he hated himself for fucking some chick, instead of watching over Del. To him, this was all his fault. He was the reason they ended up going to the party in the first place. Granted, Del brought it up, but he could have easily said no. Mags being here was a good enough reason to say no, and not a soul would have questioned it.

“God this party sucks,” Del mumbled, trying to get rid of the tension that had grown in the hallway and distract Duff from his current state.

“The band playing sucked too,” Duff added.

“Well that’s not a very nice to say,” Del replied in a teasing manner before wrapping her arms around Duff’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss as she stood on her toes in an attempt to match his height.

Del’s fingers mindlessly played with Duff’s hair as she felt his warm lips on her own. He tasted like peppermint vodka, quite an odd combo but still tasted like Duff.

Axl immediately left the scene since he had little desire to watch the pair make out. He took a deep breath before climbing the stairs to go check on Mags. With every step he questioned whether or not he was doing the right thing.

When he ran upstairs to get Duff after Del had locked herself in the bathroom for at least 10 minutes, he simply dropped the blankets off in front of the bathroom door and knocked before heading off with Duff to make sure that Del was right.

He determined that there were three reactions she could have when he knocked on the bathroom door for the second time to check on her. The first, the most likely, is that she would put on her tough face and cuss him out. The second is that she wouldn’t open the door for him, completely ignoring his presence. The third, without the doubt the least logical, is that she would let him check on her to make sure she was okay.

Axl knocked on the door and was immediately met with a messy haired Mags who had clearly enjoyed the pillow and blanket he brought her. After a couple of seconds of silence, Axl spoke. “How are you?”

“Ohh, Axl I’m fucking fantastic! I could honestly go run a marathon right now,” Axl smiled at her sarcasm as she spoke. At Least she was doing better. She was back to her old self of being a bitch to him, it was idly comforting.

“Good,” Axl replied, not wanting to add any sassy remarks and potentially angering her.

“Good?” She cocked an eyebrow at the red headed singer, confused on why he wasn’t being a complete dick.

“Yeah because that dick ass reporter Drew is downstairs and he doesn’t deserve you or your kid,” Axl spoke motioning toward her belly.

“Yeah..” Mags mumbled.

“Unless it isn’t his kid…” Axl said no louder than a whisper. He had to ask, he couldn’t help himself. He walked in on Mags and Duff fucking on their nasty ass couch. Granted it didn’t truly matter they were fucking at the time because neither of them had met Del yet, but Duff deserved to know if it was his kid.

“It’s Drew’s kid,” Mags shot back. She shook her head, she had done the math hundreds of times. There could be no way that it could be Duff’s kid, the timeline just didn’t add up.

Axl nodded his head, not truly believing her.

“Speaking of the giraffe, he is downstairs with Del. Apparently Mark and Matt, from her old life, had some words with Del,” Once Axl started talking Mags let him inside the bathroom. She needed to know what caused Del to cry in the bathroom, and she knew she wouldn’t be getting the story from Del. If she had the story, then she would be able to help Del later.

A knock on the bathroom door ended their conversation prematurely, but Axl was able to get through most of the story. Axl was surprised to see Izzy on the other side of it clearly ready to leave.

“You good?” Axl turned towards Mags as he spoke.

“Yeah, I’ll live another day,” Mags replied. For a quick second, a dangerous thought entered Mags’ brain. Maybe Axl wasn’t a complete dick.

“Is my brother coming with us?” Mags asked as she walked into the bedroom that adjoined the bathroom where she spent most of the party.

“Nah, him and his girl are staying. We didn’t tell him about how your night went because we didn’t want him to go all protective brother on you. If you want we can grab him real fast…” Mags quickly interrupted Duff before he could continue, “Nope, my brother doesn’t need to know what happened tonight.

Del sent Mags a concerned look which she quickly shrugged off as she walked over to give her a quick hug.

“I’m sorry,” Mags whispered in Del’s ear only loud enough for her to hear.

As they headed down the stairs, and outside the mansion Izzy took a quick look behind him to double check the space that had grown between their two groups. The first group which consited of only him and Axl was able to easily navigate through the party without any problem. Unlike the second group which consisted of Mags, Del, Duff and Slash. I say smirked as he saw Duff carrying a very drunk Slash on his back who was clearly the reason why they were so far behin. He chuckled to himself, a drunk slash can be one of the most distracted people he had ever met.

Upon confirmation that the second group wouldn’t hear what he was about to say he turned towards Axl.

“Are you going to tell me why your pants weren’t compellty buttoned when you opened the bathroom door?” Axl almost stopped in his tracks at Izzy’s question; however, he kept walking in fear of Izzy further misinterpreting his actions.

“WHOAH WHOAH WHOAH, I was just talking with her to make sure she was okay. Apparently Drew was there,” Axl watched as a small smirk formed on Izzy’s face.

“What?” Axl hissed, worried that Izzy wasn’t believing his story.

“I punched Drew in the face. It was really satisfying, you should try it sometime,” Axl couldn’t help but join Izzy in laughing.

“It’s on my bucket list. He has one of those very punchable faces. Anyway, how was tonight for your little business?” Axl asked, earning a sly smile from Izzy.

“Good,” was Izzy’s only response before hopping in the truck. Him being the only sober one, meant he was stuck driving back to the hell house.

It only took a couple of minutes before the second group piled into the car and they headed off towards home.

“Great party Mags, 10/10!” Slash shouted over the music.

Del and Mags immediately locked eyes and broke out into a contagious laughter that filled the truck.

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ifyouvegotthemoneyhoney · 4 years

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Sunset love ch. 5: The things you don’t know

Axl's words reverberated in the air around them. Had he really just said that?

The hand on Slash's arm was stroking his skin now, slowly. Slash didn't shake it off. The hand moved to his chest, snaking up under his t-shirt and to his nipples, Axl's fingertips caressing them and pulling them gently to tight little knots.

Slash's throat constricted. He exhaled slowly, trying not to reveal how turned on he was - but he heard the other man chuckle.

"Seriously, what the fuck are we doing..." managed Slash. "We're not fucking fags..."

"Shut up," came Axl's voice, a gruff whisper now. Slash felt incredible softness on his chest as Axl drew his lips from one nipple to the other, biting with his lips over his teeth at first, then teeth only, gently, eliciting sharp gasps that Slash realised were coming from his own mouth. He couldn't help raising his hands to Axl's hair, clutching clumps of it as he tried to deal with the desperate pleasure coursing through him. He tried not to pull too hard but he felt the other man tilt back his head and moan.

"Do that again, baby."

As soon as he heard that word, Slash felt a rush of blood to his groin and moisture prickling his eyes. Axl had just called him "baby".

Slash pulled harder on Axl's hair and relished the feeling of Axl throwing back his head even farther, raising himself on his arms and emitting slow growls from deep within his throat. Slash pushed himself up on one hand and crushed their mouths together. Teeth, lips and tongues frantically collided, pushing, exploring.

They fell back onto the wood. Slash pulled Axl to the side and under him so that Slash was on top, enjoying the feeling of the other man trapped between his legs. He searched in the dark for Axl's waistband, expertly pulling open the button and zip - he had done this often enough with women - and pulling the other man's jeans down his thighs. Strong fingers were at his own fly, Axl picking apart the knot in the laces. Passionate kisses again as they both kicked off their pants, limbs clashing, legs entwining.

"Commando, I like it," said Axl, pushing his fingers down into Slash's crotch.

Slash had to grin. "What can I say, I've never been the type to wear underwear."

"You little fuckin' tease," growled Axl. He took Slash's cock full into his hand, palming its length, using his thumb to circle precum all over the tip. The delicious swimming in Slash's head took over again, making him shut his eyes tight and moan softly. He was helpless now, wanting this to go on forever.

Slash felt Axl's head slide down his torso and realised what was about to happen.

"Fuuuuck," he groaned as he felt smooth lips slide over the tip of his cock and down. Axl was sucking now, gently at first, then harder as Slash became more engorged, filling the other man's mouth and feeling his tip graze the back of Axl's throat. Axl gagged but didn't lose his grip, pumping him with his mouth, sending Slash's eyes rolling back in his head. Somewhere among the psychedelia going on in his brain, Slash realised what they were doing, that they were going farther than last night; somewhere in his mind, a voice questioned it but that voice was weak, so weak, compared to the screaming need in his cock that drowned out all sense, all reason.

The throbbing in his dick was intensifying. He had his hand on the back of Axl's head, feeling it move up and down on him; it was too much, he couldn't take it any more but he didn't want the pleasure to stop. He pushed himself farther forward, feeling teeth glancing off his dick, irresistible suction pulling him in.

Slash whimpered as fireworks went off behind his eyes. Hot liquid coursed through him and he exploded into Axl's mouth.

He fell back onto the boards, divine aftershocks running through his chest and down his arms and legs. His cheek touched off the cool wood. He reached out for Axl.

"Did you... swallow?" he asked tentatively, taking the other man into his arms. He felt Axl nodding as his hot breath blew on Slash's chest.

The things I don't know about this guy, thought Slash. He filed the thought away in his mind for later. He had space in his head only for what they were doing right now.

They were lying on their sides, chest to chest, arms thrown over each other, noses rubbing gently, delicate kisses coming thick and fast as Slash came down from his orgasm. He wriggled to circle a leg around Axl's hips and lifted him on top. His weight felt so good. Axl's deep, sexy chuckle made him smile.

"Soooo," Axl murmured, stroking Slash's hair. "Does this mean what I think it does?"

Slash nodded mutely. He was scared but his desire was stronger.

"Greedy little bitch," Axl hissed in his ear.

#gnr fanfic #gnr smut #gnr fan fic #slaxl #slash #axlrose #axl rose #gunsnroses #guns n roses #guns n roses fanfiction #guns n roses fanfic #gaylove #slow burn

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thesmokingguns · 1 year

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Guns N Roses Masterlist

Axl Rose

Morning After Muffins

Bright Star

Visit Home

Aging Sucks

Step by Step Part 1

Step By Step Part 2

Sickbed

Slash

How to Love Precious

Postpartum

Love Language

Champagne Birthday

Carving Pumpkins

Duff McKagan

Can’t Fix Me

Rapunzel

Stitches

Window

You Smell Like Love

Ghosting

Cemetery

Making a Baby

Izzy Stradlin

Izzy and Joy

The Meeting

Car Rides

Izzy and Joy: What are those?

Watch Me

Airplane Rides Home

Izzy and Joy: Depression Meal Party

Switching Teams

Not With the Band

Working Girl

Whole Band/ Multi Members

Moving to LA FT Izzy Stradlin and Axl Rose

Property of the Band (ALL)

Love Language (ALL)

Our Girl Part 1 ft SLASh and Duff McKagan

Our Girl Part 2 ft Slash and Duff McKagan

Our Girl Part 3 ft Slash and Duff McKagan

#Duff Mckagan #izzy stradlin fanfiction #Izzy Stradlin #Axl Rose #Axl Rose Fan fic #Slash fan fic #masterlist #guns n roses

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youre-in-the-jungle-baby · 5 years

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summer heat (axl/izzy)

Small town smoke clings to him like a second skin, the thick summer air not yet cool enough to be any relief from the day’s heat, the hood of the car hot underneath him. His cigarette hangs between his lips, just barely a kiss of weight to remind him of its presence. The spot overlooks a ravine, over further the horizon and its golden blob of sun hanging like honey melting out into the world.

It’s not a hidden spot, not the ones he knows to go to when his step-fathers on a warpath and everyone else is out to get him, waiting and watching for him to fuck up big enough to really smack him down hard. The same spot he’d taken the girl from his chemistry class here last year- kissed her in the front seat and gone home and ripped off his shirt the same night because the smell of her perfume made him want to stick two fingers down his throat.

The spot where Izzy had found him with a switchblade touching his wrist, cold metal ready to burn a line too deep in his skin. Out of breath and panicked, eyes wider than Axl had ever seen so young and fucking naive- because Axl knew pain like Izzy knew loneliness- their sick companions trailing them like wolves after wounded prey. It’s where Izzy had talked him down, ripped the knife out of limp fingers and thrown it into the tall grass and weeds at the crest of the hill and held onto him so hard his ribs had hurt. Axl didn’t cry that day. Izzy had, angry tears, betrayed emotions so evident. That Axl would have the fucking audacity to leave him, what right did he have to do that, to leave just like that without so much as a fight.

He’s older now, he can’t say smarter, but he’s older and summer is ending again and he doesn’t know what the hell he's supposed to do with his life. He’s done with the girls and with the bullshit in his house, he’s got Izzy and he’s got his cassettes crammed into the glovebox and records in his room.

Sometimes he thinks about the knife. Sometimes he thinks about the gun in his bastard fathers bedside- the one he’s taken out and stared at, all pretty and sleek and dangerous and deadly. Sometimes he thinks about his mother’s pills on the bathroom counter, all sizes, and colors that he could grab a handful of.

It all comes back to the switchblade long gone in the grass.

Would he have done it?

Could he really have done it if Izzy hadn’t come after him? That’s the real torture. Not about dying, it’s never really about dying, it’s about his will. How badly does he really want to tap out of this shit hole before he’s gotten the chance to crawl out? It’s not something he can think about too long, razor's edge of dangerous ideas that he likes to walk.

The grass rustles and crickets offer up a spare passing sound in the silence of the breeze. His fingers itch for something, but he’s not sure what yet, a fight, a punch, something cracking under his knuckles like rocks under a boot.

He wants someone to test him right now, take a swing at him and see how it ends up in the gravel and blood when it’s finally dark out. He wants to crawl back to Izzy’s house because he knows his mom won’t be home anyway, and kiss him too hard and stay up with him and needles dancing across records and jumping over scratches before he crawls back away in the morning.

He hates how much he wants it.

That he can kiss Izzy slow and soft or fast and dirty or some hazy combination of the two, and that he likes it. Fuck, he needs it.

He flicks the butt of his cigarette to the ground, grinding out its spark into the yellow summer grass and runs his fingers over the door handle before he gets in. The air still feels stagnant, relentlessly the same all the time, recycled second rate dreams to go along with it. The engine sputters to life with the turn of the key and he waits for a moment before driving off. He gives one last look to the tall grass.

By the time he’s back in town, windows rolled down and the sounds of people and finally meandering their way home for the night and others just creeping out of their respective holes in the ground- like some to the bars and others someplace else (there’s always order to the routine they have, and god knows he can see it). He goes slow enough, not quite sure where he would be rushing to anyways.

He parks the car back outside, careful to not slam the doors too loud, Amy’s probably home now and he doesn’t want her to question where he’s going. She tries her best with what she’s been given, keeping her fucked up brother out of some trouble if she can catch him, but he doesn’t need that tonight. It’s a reasonably short walk to Izzy’s house, lights all off already, darkness curling up in the shadowy foundations of the house as the sun loses its hold over the day.

Izzy looks tired when he opens the door for him, bloodshot eyes that don’t quite look at him in the way they normally do. Axl isn’t sure what happened to him, maybe it's the same empty feeling he gets too when he looks around him. The thing is, Izzy could get out. Izzy can play his guitar and he’s smarter than he ever lets on, Axl can see it.

“Hey,” he says, and his voice sounds shot for no reason, and he can’t help but wonder if it has something to do with a mother who’s never home and an empty house drowning in the heat in the summer and that much colder during the winter.

The corner of his lip twitches up into a smile, and he takes a step forward to lean against the door frame. The summer is going to kill them both, Lafayette claiming more victims as another season rolls on. Izzy steps back, and Axl walks in, boots over the threshold and onto the battered wood floor. It doesn’t take them long to float up to Izzy’s room, everywhere else seemingly too baren to sit together in. Always too empty.

Axl has always thought Izzy was beautiful. He’s always had the long hair Axl had longed for, thick and dark brown in the sunlight and almost black in the night. He’s liked his nose, cigarette smoke curling up around it, scrunched up when he’s laughing at something that Axls said, but already forgotten because he’s too busy staring at his smile. He’s prettier than all the other people in the town, all broken and worn out looking. Even when he tries to act like he’s Keith Richards, shirts always unbuttoned and jacket hanging off of his shoulders, a smoke held between his fingers, the same hand that can dance across Axl's hand and slip between his fingers.

He pulls Izzy closer to him, and with all the grace he can muster, tugs him further until Izzy straddles his lap. The collar of his shirt worn and lose around his neck, pale skin moving with each breath he takes. Axl presses his lips over his collar bone, barely open-mouthed but still chaste. Izzy shivers against him, his hand flying up to Axl’s shoulder. His lips move, shifting up his neck and against his jaw, never staying in one place for too long. He doesn’t give in to the sweet call of Izzy’s lips yet, relishing in keeping this for himself.

“I think I love you,” Izzy whispers, and Axl can feel his jumping pulse and the way his grip is so close to shaking, “You don’t have to love me back, but I think I love you.”

Axl closes his eyes, and they’re melting together for a moment, too close like stars spinning together until its knocked out of balance and they come crashing together in a silent explosion that leaves them mixed up and thrown back out together in the empty space. He kisses his lips then, Izzys shaking and Axl doesn’t have any words to soothe that. It's just the summer heat.

#izzy write #axl/izzy #angst #guns n roses #guns n' roses #fanfiction #fan fic #Izzy Stradlin #axl rose #messed around with writing izzy a bit different #idk how it worked out #baby indiana boys

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primal-screamer-blog1 · 5 years

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Custom Fan Fiction Covers

if you want a custom cover for your fan fiction, message me and tell me if you’d like a solo cover, a couple cover or a group cover, along with a brief description of what you would like (positioning, filters, effects, mood) and photos of:

x. a background

x. fan fiction subject

x. a model/illustration of your original character

x. any lyrics, phrases or titles you want included

if you want a custom cover but aren’t sure what you want, send me a link to your story and any relevant stories and we will discuss some ideas together.

Examples: featuring An Angel in Hell by @niksixx (Coming Soon) Bad Guy by @itsclaranotcarla on AO3 Mutually Assured Destruction by @primal-screamer (me ha) Custom Fan Requests

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gunsnrosesfanfics · 5 years

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The day we fell in hell

Now this lil piece of writing is very special to me, cause I made it about some special guy in my life.

But today’s pairing is Axl x Reader

P. S. Still not over the whole depression thing and my stomach hurts. So give me some time to get my shit together and then I will write more.

The whole place is green now. Axl smiles, his eyes fixed on me. He doesn’t realize it, but sometimes, he stares. I do not complain. Only that right now I cannot stare back. I can’t take my eyes off the view. I remember what makes me so sentimental about this place. It was in the time when everything was frozen and cold.

Big ass snowflakes were covering the top of my head and I could feel ice forming on my wet cheeks, that’s how cold it was. Strange thing I thought. Such hot things turning into ice. Kinda like my heart in that day.

His fingers under my chin were cold, too. Two long, white, bruised pianist fingers. Here’s another strange thing: those moments when you try to take in every single detail, cause you think they all matter.

He stared at me. He did that before, too. Axl could do things with his eyes. Kiss and fuck and kill. His deep, blue fucking ice-made eyes. I was so tired of myself, of my own life, and of eye-fucking him. So when he didn’t manage to move closer to me, I was the one to lean in.

Pressing my chin on his fingers. Kissing him so hard I could feel the light coat of ice on my frozen lips crushing and melting on his fire-hot mouth.

So, our first kiss was not passionate, nor hot. It was needy. We were both in need of something to hold on to, in order not to fall all the way down in Hell.

I held onto his soul and he held onto my heart and we fell in Hell together that day.

And it didn’t change a lot: I was still falling to Hell. But this time, I was at least falling for someone.

“What are you thinking about ?” His deep voice wakes me up.

His fingers brush my cheek. I stare at the place we were standing that day.

“I’m just as broken as then”, I murmur, “but now I got you to pick me up every time I shatter.”

#gnr #guns n roses #fic #axl #axl rose #rose #fan #fan fic #emotional #kiss #first kiss #frozen #ice #cold

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one-sad-human · 3 years

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This is the masterlist for all the writings I’ve done so far. The fics written for blurb week are marked with a * symbol. Please let me know if links don’t work or are wrong and I’ll fix them! Updated as of 9/19/2021

Duff Mckagan

Prompt 8*

Prompts 1 and 9*

Prompt 24*

Prompt 11*

Prompt 25*

Puppy Love

Soft Touches, Warm Cuddles

You’re Crazy

Worth It

Izzy Stradlin

Prompt 6*

Prompt 9 and 30*

Prompt 3*

Sweet Confessions

Dinner Party Disaster

Sweet Child O’ Mine

<You’re pregnant and worried about how to tell Izzy, luckily he takes the news pretty well>

Hold Me

<Izzy’s day was horrible and all he wants are some cuddles from his favorite person— except he doesn’t exactly want to tell you that>

Slash

Prompt 26*

Prompts 7, 15, and 22*

Something There

Guard Dog

One Week

Steven Adler

Fun At The Fair

Pugs and Coffee

<Steven’s pugs running away result in him getting a date>

His Love Language

Pinky Promises

Axl Rose

Prompts 1 and 22*

Prompts 3, 14, and 16*

Prompt 15*

Pandemic With Axl

Being in a GnR Music Video

Three Days

Savior

Nikki Sixx

Prompt 24*

Prompt 1*

Prompts 1, 5, and 6*

Prompt 17*

Prompt 26*

Some Well Needed Comfort

His Love Language

I Love You

Tommy Lee

Prompt 5*

Lazy Day

Vince Neil

Dinner First

Mick Mars

Nothing yet!

Sami Yaffa

Loving You Is Easy

Nasty Suicide

Nothing yet!

Michael Monroe

Nothing yet!

Razzle

Beach Day

Requests are CLOSED at this time! Taking a writing break, I’ll be back!

Also! In the middle of writing an Izzy Stradlin x fem reader multi part fic. Not sure when the first part will be out, but if your interested send me a message and I’ll tag you in the first part!

#masterlist #guns n’ roses x reader #Guns N’ Roses #motley crue x reader #Motley Crue #nikki sixx x reader #vince neil x reader #tommy lee x reader #izzy stradlin x reader #axl rose x reader #steven adler x reader #slash x reader #duff mckagan x reader #hanoi rocks #hanoi rocks imagine #sami yaffa x reader #razzle x reader #michael monroe x reader #nasty suicide x reader

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scmediafest · 2 years

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📚 DAY 5 - CREATOR REVEALS 📚

vroom vroom, bitches by @blueink3

[David/Patrick - M - 30,859]

It’s Friday, for fuck’s sake. David did not have ‘death’ on the agenda for today.

But here he is, on a bus, attempting to steer this twin-axle six-wheeler despite lacking a valid regular license, let alone a commercial one, because to add insult to severe injury, the driver’s been fucking shot and if the speedometer drops below 80 kilometers per hour, said bus will explode.

Because some idiot decided to go ahead and put a bomb on it.

Or, the Speed AU that at least one of you asked for.

there's no such thing by @dinnfameron

[David/Patrick - T - 19,226]

When David Rose was a child, he had an imaginary friend called Patrick.

aka the Monsters, Inc. AU that I asked myself for.

There's Never Only One Bed by @frizzlenox

[David/Patrick - E - 7,366]

David and Patrick's relationship evolves as they bond over David's favorite guilty pleasure show and Patrick decides to spice up their love live with ideas he gets from the fanfic written about it.

5 times Patrick got ideas from fan fic and 1 time David did.

From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Bathilda E. Schitt by sonlali (@landofsonlali)

[Alexis & David - G - 6,212]

> Missing: Priceless Crocodile Bag and Children

> Valuable family heirloom subject of devious thievery. Reward available in exchange for safe return. Also missing, Davis and Alex Rose. If seen, call Moira’s Rose’s Phone 4856.

David is fed up with being ignored by his parents, so he decides to run away from home to the most beautiful place that he can think of (that doesn't require stealing his parents' private jet). His little sister, Alexis, joins him as they decide to secretly take up residence in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Inspired by From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler

like a streak of light by @lilythesilly

[Alexis/Twyla - M - 5,149]

Police are seeking information on the masked vigilante after the Police Chief of New York issued an arrest warrant on her just one week ago.

Not much is known about the newly minted Spider Woman, except for the videos posted online and shown on the local news saving people from death-defying events by swinging from building to building before disappearing into the night, although she has been known to pose for the occasional selfie if you stumble upon her in an abandoned alley (which we do not recommend, because crime).

Contrary to the opinion of the police, locals see Spider Woman as a hero, even more so after last night when she saved no less than a dozen people when what looks like a giant lizard stopped traffic on the Manhattan Bridge and tore through cars—like it was looking for something—before disappearing into the sewers.

Spider Woman, wherever you are, we hope you’re having an amazing day, sweetie.

or, Alexis Rose gets bitten by a radioactive spider.

And Feed Them On Your Dreams @coffee-and-glitter

[David/Patrick, Alexis & David - G - 2,603]

David is throwing a baby shower for a friend, but this time he actually wants to. He and several friends choose books to gift to the new baby.

This is an angry break up song, right? by @typewritess

[Alexis/Ted, Alexis/Twyla/Ted, Ruth/Stevie - G - 1,533]

Ted convinces Twyla and Alexis to watch the Witcher....and very quickly regrets it when one particular song becomes the focus of a debate.

[Podfic] Always Kiss Me Goodnight by petalpods (@petalwritesx)

[David/Patrick - M - 07m:27s]

Listen to this,” Patrick says, and David closes his sketchbook without hesitating. He shifts only enough to set it back on the nightstand and then turns his attention to Patrick, curling up against him and resting his head on his shoulder. Patrick slips his fingers through David’s hair as he begins to read.

[Vid] I'll Be There For You by NC Vids (@n0connections)

[David/Patrick, Alexis & Twyla, David & Stevie - G - 07m:27s]

The one where they lived in Schitt's Creek.

OR: A Schitt's Creek fan video to the Friends theme song

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duffslut · 3 years

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I will protect you

Duff Mckagan x reader

My Masterlist.

Word count: 1210

Warnings: Angst, sexual harassment, mentions of alcohol, mentios of drugs effect. (fluffy ending don't worry guys :)

You was getting ready in your room, you had been looking forward to tonight for days and now it had finally arrived, you were just finishing your makeup in front of the mirror when Duff appeared in the bedroom door.

- You're so fucking hot

The tall man smiled, strands of blond hair falling into one of his eyes. You took a little walk to show him your outfit.

- Did you like it?

- Yeah I like it. - Duff put a hand on his hip, studying you. - Don't you think it's a little short?

You rolled your eyes, looking at yourself in the mirror, it really were, you could see part of your butt sticking out of your shorts, covered only by fishnets. You bit your lip walking towards Duff.

- It's just a little, I've been waiting for this night for so long, Duffy.

You kissed him and his hands went to your ass, squeezing it making you let out moan between the kiss.

- I won't forbid you honey, you do what you want, take care.

You smiled at him and went back to the room to get your bag from the bed, you passed Duff leaving a kiss on his forehead and left the house, your friend's car that was going to take you was already waiting for you.

This had happened so quickly, you had barely arrived at the party and you were already drunk as fuck, you and your friend were on the dance floor after your friend begged you to stop drinking. You were super excited, the music was loud and you could barely see the people around you due to blurry vision.

You got tired of dancing and went to the bar to order some drinks, your head was racing and you felt that familiar happiness when you drank a lot.

- Are you alone?

A group of guys approached where you were sitting, you turned to them with your arm on the counter to keep from getting off your balance.

- No I'm actually with... - You looked around the place to look for your friend but there was no sign of her. - I'm not alone you guys can get out.

You scrambled for words and turned your back to the men, fumbling in your purse for a cigarette.

- Come on baby we just want company, I'll buy you a drink how about?

You thought a little and accepted, at the time it seemed like a good idea, your friend was gone and they didn't look like bad people, they sat in the chairs next to you and ordered more drinks.

You had no idea what you were doing anymore, there were dozens of empty glasses in front of you and you felt like you were going to throw up at any moment. You could barely understand what the guys were talking about, you just heard loud laughter everywhere and that's when you noticed someone behind you, the nausea increased when you felt someone's hand on yours breasts.

- What the fuck? - You tried to scream but your voice was low and almost impossible to understand.

You got up quickly from your chair feeling your vision blur and you had to go back to lean on the counter.

- Where are you going? c'mon let's have some fun

The guy behind you laughed and his friends laughed too, you were feeling disgusting for letting that guy touch you, even though you didn't even know how he did it without you noticing.

You felt your face burn and your eyes water when the man held you around your waist preventing you from leaving, you slapped him in the face but it was too weak, you were feeling weak, as if you had had something other than a drink.

The man's friends got up as soon as you hit him and your eyes started to close involuntarily with the feeling of fainting until you saw the man fall to the ground, someone had punched him.

You forced your eyes not to close and saw Duff punch the man in the face several times until his nose started to bleed, the other guys left the bar as soon as Duff got off him. You heard your friend's voice asking the bartender for a bottle of water behind you but you didn't turn around, you asked Duff to stop while he kicked the fallen man, a crowd of people had approached to see what was going on and that made Duff not hear you.

- Drink this.

Was the last thing you heard your friend say before your mind goes blank.

You woke up kneeling in front of the toilet in your bathroom, you weren't sleeping but you felt like you had lost total control of your body and couldn't move, you came to yourself when you felt Duff's fingers on your throat making you vomit.

Your eyes widened and tears came out of your eyes as a whirlwind of memories came to your mind, you tried to speak but you just threw up more, Duff was on your side, holding your hair and running a hand lightly down your back while you felt like the worst person in the world.

You took a break from vomiting and sat on the floor, you felt your tears roll down your cheeks but you didn't have the strength to dry them. After a while just trying to absorb what had happened, Duff picked you up and carried you to the bathtub, he took off your shoes, your socks and your shorts. You were barely moving, Duff took off your shirt and filled a bowl with the warm water that was filling the tub.

- I'll get your hair wet, okay?

You nodded sitting in the bathtub with your arms around your knees. Duff slowly poured the water over your head and washed you.

After the shower, Duff took you to the bedroom and put his shirt on you.

- Lay down my princess, I'll be right back okay?

Duff left a kiss on your forehead and left the room, you lay on the bed feeling better after Duff took care of you but you still felt guilty about what had happened. Duff came back shirtless and you figured you probably would have thrown up on him. He lay facing you, his green eyes gleaming as they stared into yours.

- I'm sorry Duff

You managed to say, your eyes watering at the thought that maybe if you had gone in another outfit nothing would have happened and you wouldn't have spoiled the night.

Duff ran a hand through your hair, brushing a few strands off your forehead.

- This wasn't your fault, Y/n, those fucking assholes who are to blame.

You stared at him, his lips forming a small, comforting smile.

- How did you know, I mean, what you went to do there?

You asked him, remembering that he arrived just as the man grabbed you.

- Your friend called me, you were drunk and she had lost sight of you, you know, you can't be trusted to be alone in places like that.

you both laughed, you approached him resting your head on his chest.

- I love you, thanks for take care of me.

Duff kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms around you.

- I always will.

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tuffduff · 4 years

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‘Til Death and Beyond (Slash x Reader)

Pairing: Slash x Reader

Words: 1,965

Request: anon! “Hi luv ! I was wondering if I could request an imagine with slash and the reader at their wedding reception. Just them being all cute and married together.”

A/N: Imagine all the boys giving speeches at your wedding...amazing. A sickly sweet and gushy wedding fic for you on this Sunday. Enjoy, my loves!

Taglist: @ubernoxa @the--blackdahlia @reigns420 @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @rumoured-whispers @dustnbones

“Oh, shit, Y/N.” Slash said under his breath to you as he reached out to lock your hand securely in his. “I don’t know how to dance.” He placed his other hand on your waist and you placed your free hand on his shoulder.

“Babe, it’s just a slow dance. We don’t have to break out a waltz or anything.” You reassured him affectionately as you swayed for your first dance, your long ball gown grazing against the floor.

“Can you imagine?” He chuckled. You took in the sight of him, still in leather pants, except they were nice leather pants. He had long ditched his tuxedo jacket and had his white button up unbuttoned—always unorthodox and free-spirited was your husband. Husband, you thought again, mulling over the word in your mind and feeling a wave of love. Suddenly, he grinned at you and brushed his fingers against your cheek.

“What, is there something wrong?” You asked anxiously; there were a lot of people watching. The last thing you wanted was something on your face or something amiss.

“No! You just look so fucking beautiful.”

Lenny Kravitz, Slash’s longtime friend, was singing “May This Be Love” by Jimi Hendrix and strumming guitar softly. You rested your head on Slash’s shoulder, getting teleported back to all the times you had listened to this song together. One of your first dates, curled together on his bed half-dressed, his lips lazily leaving kisses on your head. Whenever he was playing guitar and noticed you were listening, it was the song he would transition to. He would even sing for you, but only you.

There were moments often where you felt like you needed to pinch yourself. When you went out together and Slash was recognized and got swarmed by adoring fans. When you listened to Guns N’ Roses songs and the guitar solos hit and you were reminded the man playing them loved you. And then the private moments, your most cherished, when he would make sure you were fully covered by the blankets, those moments of love that reminded you just how lucky you really were.

You and Slash were soon seated right in the center of your reception area—a ritzy LA hotel reception area with shiny oak, warm candelabra lighting, grand stone columns and marble floors. Almost immediately, you jumped at the sound of Duff hitting his glass with a knife too loudly.

“Oops,” he muttered in amusement, before loudly continuing. “Hello, everybody, can I have a moment?” He was Slash’s best man; therefore, he would be starting off the speeches. You felt yourself grow apprehensive and almost nervous; it appeared Duff had indulged in cocktail hour. You just prayed he wasn’t too far gone yet as he turned his gaze to you and Slash fondly.

“I just wanna say, to the bride and groom, I’m so fucking happy for you two.” You pressed a smile, hoping your older relatives didn’t mind his language. Slash laughed good-naturedly. “No, seriously. I’ve been rooting for you guys...since the very beginning—Slash, man, don’t you remember? I see you nodding—don’t get embarrassed! Okay,” Duff turned to his audience excitedly, now armed with a story. “So, I remember—way back when—it was at one of our gigs at the Troubadour, or maybe it was the Whiskey. Anyways, we were about to start ‘Sweet Child’ and I had already noticed Slash was almost avoiding one side of the stage. He’s almost been playing the whole gig with his back turned to the crowd or kinda like, sideways. It was weird. Anyways, we’re about to start ‘Sweet Child’ and Slash keeps messing up.” You giggled and the rest of your audience laughed; you remembered this story very well.

Slash was now ducking his head in embarrassment, holding your hand in his tighter. “We had to restart like three times. Axl was furious, Izzy and I were just like ‘what is going on?’ It wasn’t until later I found out Slash had seen Y/N for the first time standing in crowd up front at this show.” You heard a wave of aww rise up from the crowd, and warm smiles in your direction. “He was so intimidated and nervous by her that he wouldn’t even go to that side of the stage, and he psyched himself out and everything. Anyways, I guess it all worked out, didn’t it?” Duff grinned, raising his glass. “I love you both, congrats!”

Steven stood up next enthusiastically, practically bouncing. “Slash, Y/N, you did it! Finally hitched, finally. It’s like Duff was saying, I was rooting for you both since the beginning. Have any of you guys ever noticed the difference between Slash when he’s with Y/N and when he’s not?” Some of the crowd chuckled, some were even nodding. “I’m serious! There’s a difference! And I’ve known this guy for a while. When he’s not, I mean he’s still Slash, but when she’s around it’s like the sun is shining, the angels are singing—he’s happier! And I like it when you’re around too, Y/N. I love you two! Good job!” Steven grinned, blowing you kisses. Your heart melted at his loving praise.

Axl stood next, calm and cool, one hand in his pocket. “I knew this was serious back...I guess it was a few years ago, I don’t remember when. Slash hates conflict. There was a fight, not a fight just a disagreement, between you two. Slash came storming into the studio and he was pretty upset, just withdrawn and occupied. I brushed it off as like a typical girl problem, I even told myself what does it matter anyways, it’s not a serious thing. You came then, busting into the studio with all five of us staring. Slash just lit up and you, Y/N—I’ll never forget this. You glared at Slash and said ‘I want this to work and I love you. Nothing is ever going to be greater than that and I don’t want to ever run away and not talk things through. You can keep the snakes.’” The crowd laughed, you and Slash laughed too—you had forgotten about this. “I was like ‘really? All of this over snakes?’ But that’s important to Slash, which therefore was important to you, Y/N. And I knew it was serious and right, because you’d never have an issue compromising for each other. And that’s something special.”

Izzy kept it short, smiling lightly and keeping his head down as he talked. “I can honestly just say I’ve never seen Slash happier than when he’s on the road reading a letter Y/N wrote him. I’ve even seen him drawing pictures of her, like a high school kid drawing pictures in his notebook, in his own little world. And Y/N, we’ve all come to love her too. This whole band owes a lot to her, and I couldn’t be happier for you both.”

All of those words were enough to make you feel complete, until you felt Slash stand up. You watched him, stunned; you both had agreed you weren’t going to make speeches since the thought of it made you both nervous. He glanced down at you and laughed as if knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Um, I know we both said we wouldn’t make a speech or anything, but...I had to.” He said. You knew he was nervous from the sheepish smile on his face and the way he kept running his hands through his hair and shifting his weight. Even his voice, which was slightly shaky. “I never had the slightest clue about what love was, until you. I wouldn’t be me now if it weren’t for the way you’ve loved me all this time. Not to get too sappy or anything, but there are times when it gets hard on the road and the thought of you is what keeps me going, you know? And it bugs me sometimes when people ask you what it’s like to be with a rock star. I’m just me, and that’s all you’ve ever needed. You’ve always treated me like that, like I’m just me. And really, it’s you that rocks my world.” He couldn’t keep from laughing through his words. You were crying and laughing and jumped to your feet as the crowd clapped and cheered and whistled.

“I love you!” You cried, throwing your arms around his neck. He held you tight, picking you up off your feet for a moment.

“I love you more, Mrs. Hudson.” He pulled back, a lopsided grin on his face. “That sounds kinda funny, doesn’t it?”

“No! Funny?” You asked, laughing and hitting his arm as he laughed too. “I love the way it sounds.”

The night went on with the dinner being served and guests coming over to congratulate you both. You got a dance with each of the guys and Slash danced a number of times with your mom and his own mother.

When it was time to throw your bouquet, your best friend caught it. The guys were much more excited to watch Slash retrieve your garter—if only for the chance to try and embarrass Slash.

He had a wobbly smile on his face as he got down to knees to a loud yell from Duff and a whistle from Axl. “Alright, here I go,” he laughed to you before he lifted your large skirt and stuck his head underneath.

“Hey, where’s the fun in that?” Axl booed. You felt Slash kiss up your leg from the privacy of underneath your dress and couldn’t help but blush as you tried to not make eye contact with his parents. His breath on your leg going higher and higher had you struggling not to squirm in your seat and you knew from the smirks of your friends they must have known too. Finally, Slash reappeared, holding your garter in between his teeth to raucous cheering. He tossed it into the crowd, where it landed on top of Izzy’s hat. He immediately began blushing with embarrassment at the attention the garter was garnering. You were just glad the attention was away from you.

Soon, it was time to cut the cake. It was a large tiered cake adorned in beautiful ruby red roses and intricate icing designs almost made to imitate a lace material. Slash didn’t trust himself to be the one to cut into the cake, so you did it with his hand holding yours. Obediently, you cut two pieces for yourselves and ate the first bite, giggling at each other and feeling silly. Slash’s eyes flashed at you and darted next to him to where Duff stood at his side. You glanced next to you, where Steven was smiling. Reading each other’s minds, you both slammed your pieces of cake respectively into his band mates’ faces. Slash couldn’t reach Duff’s face, so most of the cake ended up on his collar and tie. Steven’s shocked face staring back at you made you laugh, but he merely wiped the cake off his face with his finger and licked the icing, laughing too.

Duff took the pieces of fallen cake and tried to get Izzy, who smartly ducked to the back of the crowd. Slash had somehow ended up with cake on his face and you laughed to yourself, pulling him by the collar of his shirt towards you to kiss. You could taste the sweet icing on his lips and smiled into the kiss; he had his hands out in the air to avoid getting cake on your dress.

“I love you,” he told you as he pulled away, still laughing at Duff and Steven trying to rid themselves of cake. You smiled, wrapping your arm around his waist.

“And I love you.”

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Insecurities

Pairing: Izzy x Reader

Word Count: 2326

Info: Anon request! ‘Hello if you have time could you please write a smut and fluff fic with Izzy where Izzy is feeling really self conscious like maybe he doesn’t like his nose or his appearance and he doesn’t think he’s good enough for the reader but she reassures him that he’s perfect 💕 ‘

A/N: Sorry for taking so long! This is my longest fic yet, so I hope you all enjoy it! 💕 💕

There were two things he missed about being high; the high, for one, but the confidence that seemed to surround him whenever he did a line. He could just walk around with no fear of its repercussions; he wasn’t afraid of anything. Hell, he was brave enough to start dealing, but as the years passed and the band started to get its claws in the music industry, he fell deeper into the embrace of the same thing he was dealing. It wasn’t until he saw maggots in a drawer full of screws that he realised he had fallen in too deep.

Perhaps becoming sober was a good thing. It meant a lot for one special person – you. He could tell in your body language that you were far more relaxed and actually happy that he was sober whenever he was with you. He wasn’t hidden in the darker corners of the house, his eyes drooping as his head lolled. It made you actually enjoy spending time with him, let alone actually have a chance to get to know him. The real him, not just the same Izzy that was plastered on the front pages of Rolling Stone and Kerrang!. The only thing that seemed to be a problem was Izzy’s libido. He seemed to be happy to kiss and hold you as close as he could, but he just seemed to avoid doing anything further than that. It… Frightened you. You immediately looked to yourself, wondering if he had stumbled across someone else while he was on tour and had fallen in love with them instead. Then, after a week or so of self-doubt, you realised it probably wasn’t you. It was the first time in years that Izzy was actually sober. Perhaps he just… didn’t have an interest in sex anymore.

You shook the hair out of your eyes as you finished drying the plate in your hand, the man in question sitting quietly behind you at the kitchen table. A cigarette hung loosely between his lips, and he was hunched over what seemed to be a magazine – and you knew immediately what he was reading. Since his departure, the media had seemed to hound him, egged on by the anger of Axl and Slash, who offered insults and unclear excuses for his leaving. You didn’t blame them; Axl had been one of Izzy’s closest friends since they were kids, and Slash and Izzy got along like a house on fire.

But Izzy had been collapsing under it all, and it wasn’t like he had woken up one morning and decided he’d had enough.

A sigh escaped you as you placed the plate in the cupboard, tossing the towel over your shoulder before you gently pulled the magazine away from him, your lips bowing into a frown at the rather unattractive photo they had used of him – it was probably when he was arrested for pissing on a plane. That wasn’t a pleasant experience for you to learn about, sitting in a police station at 2.30 in the morning in your pyjamas while listening to your boyfriend ramble and rave about how he hadn’t done anything wrong, and claims of drug-induced paranoia.

“Iz, baby, you don’t have to read this shit. It’s not important.”

“They’re acting like I’ve killed the band.”

“Let them. They’re upset and confused, and you said it yourself; Slash’s drug addiction and Duff’s drinking is going to kill them before the band itself dies. You’d only blame yourself for that, and then you’d be back on the drugs.”

You tilted your head as your boyfriend sighed, and you frowned before you moved to sit in his lap, gently brushing his hair from his face. Despite the tender gesture, he almost flinched from your delicate touch, and his face gave way to a grimace as if he suddenly couldn’t stand being touched by you. After a few moments of watching him, you sighed and got up, catching the towel that slid off your shoulder in the process.

“I’ll finish cleaning up,” you murmured, and you watched as he heaved a sigh and left the room.

Once everything was scrubbed clean and put away, then reorganised, you headed up the stairs with the full intention of having a shower and then heading to bed. The bathroom door was slightly ajar when you entered the bedroom, and you could faintly see steam slipping out through the crack; Izzy must’ve grabbed a shower while you were washing the dishes, you supposed, but you stopped at the sight of him hesitantly touching his nose and then the rest of his face. His brows were furrowed as low as they could go, and his lips curled into the same grimace that he showed whenever he was forced into an interview that he didn’t want to attend.

Then it hit you. The shying away, the avoidance of even talking about sex – his sobriety may have given you back your Izzy, but it also dragged up uncomfortable thoughts and insecurities.

“You’re gorgeous,” you spoke up, stepping into the bathroom and closed the door behind you. He looked at you with a raised brow, almost in annoyance, before he turned his gaze back to the mirror, swiping his hand over the glass to wipe away the condensation in order to glower at the pair of hazel eyes staring back.

“I’m not joking, Izzy. You are.”

“Y/N, darling, you don’t have to keep up the act. You can just admit you’re tired of me and go.”

“Izzy. Stop it. I’m serious,” you walked forward, and gently guided his hand from his face before you replaced it with your own, your fingertips dancing over his skin gently. His cheeks had filled out a little more, and his eyes weren’t as sunken as they had been in the past. Sobriety really did do wonders for him, you mused, before you allowed your lips to follow the trail your fingertips left. His cheeks were warm, and the soft sound of his breathing only lulled you into continuing your tenderness more, not even hesitating before you trailed your kisses down his sharp jaw and his neck, your hands moving to finish unbuttoning the blouse hanging loosely off his torso. Once your task was complete, you slid the fabric from his shoulders and let it drop onto the floor, only for it to be joined with his belt and jeans. Izzy seemed to have relaxed more under your ministrations, and his hands rose to grab at your hips gently, pulling you closer in order to press his own kisses along the bridge of your nose and your cheeks.

“… Still haven’t showered, you know,” he murmured against your skin, before he leaned down to press his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling the faint scent of your perfume. It was one of his favourite scents; you smelled like home, like his mom, like everything that was right in the world. It was soothing.

“That can wait. Come on,” you responded, before you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom, your lips curved into a warm smile at the sight of a genuinely relaxed Izzy, and you guided him to sit on the bed before perching in his lap delicately. His hands slid up and down your thighs gently as you watched each other, not yet wanting to break the peaceful silence that hung in the air. After a few more moments of staring at each other, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his gently, your hands rising to grip at his shoulders as his fingertips wandered closer to your core.

The pair of you kissed slowly and tenderly, taking your time; after all, there were no more interviews, concerts, photoshoots, or tours to rip him from you. No, it was just the two of you in the dark room, the faint taste of tobacco staining his lips. He pulled away for a moment, his hazel eyes regarding your face curiously before he suddenly pushed you to lie back on the bed, his hands dragging the hem of your shirt up until he had pulled the cloth from your body completely. Sitting back, he tilted his head and smiled softly at the redness in your cheeks, only to blink when you reached up, wrapped your arms around his neck, and flipped him onto his back.

“My turn,” you whispered, and gently pressed a finger against his lips in order to ensure that he stayed quiet. After a moment, he raised a brow and parted his lips, sucking your fingertip into his mouth while you contemplated your next steps. It was rare for Izzy to let himself be under you, and yet you were there, straddling his hips and admiring the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. Eventually, you slid your finger from his mouth and trailed it down his chin and neck, pausing when you reached his clavicle. After a moment, you leaned down and replaced your finger with your lips. He tasted just like you remembered, and you stifled a soft moan and you trailed kisses down his chest – and silently thanked everything in the universe for the fact that Izzy hadn’t dared to move and disturb your affections. Gently, you travelled further down his body until you reached his groin, your warm breath fanning across his skin before you smiled and pressed a delicate kiss to his hip.

“Just relax and let me show you how much I love you, Iz,” you murmured against his skin, looking up at him through your lashes before you parted your lips and licked a line across his thigh, stifling a snicker at the annoyed huff that escaped from Izzy at the fact you were avoiding the very hard matter at hand. Eventually, you pressed kisses across his skin until you reached his cock, watching his face intently as you licked a stripe up the underside of his length. His stifled sigh only urged you on more, and you gladly took him into your mouth as your hand slid up his leg to gently entangle your fingers with his. What was a gentle grip on your hand turned into a tight one, and what were gentle sighs and pleasured breaths turned into low moans and what could only be described as whimpers left his mouth, only for him to choke a little in shock.

“Socks!”

You sat up, and you were greeted with a pair of green eyes staring back at you, the owner having curled up on the windowsill. Huffing out a breath, you looked at your boyfriend and bit your lip to stifle a laugh, pressing your forehead on his hip as he scolded the cat, ushering her off the windowsill. With a disgruntled mew, she clambered across your back and jumped daintily down to the floor before she trotted out of the room.

“Well. There was our interruption from the gods,” Izzy joked, and you stifled yet another laugh before you sat back, running your fingers through your hair. After a moment of just watching each other, you leaned down and brushed your lips against his before his hand entangled itself in your hair and yanked your head closer to his in order to entrap you in a more bruising kiss. Unable to stop yourself, you climbed into his lap better and slowly slid down onto him, your fingers tracing his cheekbones once he finally released you from his wanton kisses. His breath fanned out across your face in slow, soft, pleasured pants as you rested your forehead against his.

For a moment, time seemed to slow for the pair of you as you slowly rocked your hips against his, his hands running down your back before he grabbed your ass, his fingers digging into the skin as he guided your hips faster before he was unable to stop himself from thrusting up into your heat.

Usually, the pair of you would be uttering words between you, panted out between kisses and moans, but you didn’t dare break the peaceful quiet that was occasionally interrupted by your moans and soft whines. After a moment, you pressed kisses across your boyfriend’s face, trailing them across his jaw and over his cheeks and nose, before you sat straight to watch the way his nose scrunched up every time you sank down onto his cock, and the way his brows furrowed in frustration as you teased him, slowing the movements of your hips until he let out a soft whine in protest.

“I don’t care what anyone says about you, Izzy. You’re my Izzy, and I love you,” you breathed out amid kisses, only to shudder as his hold on your hips tightened to the point of it being almost painful. He held you still for a moment before he started thrusting up into you, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss again before he took control of the pace, slamming his hips up into you in a punishing pace. Your breath caught in your throat and you were only able to moan out encouragements and praises for your boyfriend, tilting your head back as you tried to match his thrusts with your moans.

“Shit! Izzy! God, nobody else is like you-“ You panted out amongst moans, and you pressed further kisses against his cheeks.

“Just shut up and moan,” he muttered back, only to catch your lips in a bruising kiss again. It wasn’t long before you trembled against him as your release washed over you, only to let out a soft whimper as he thrusted into you one final time, releasing inside you.

As the two of you lay there, you on his chest, his fingers running through your hair, you mused softly at the fact that you knew this was the man you wanted to spend your life with.

“Izzy?”

“Mm?”

“I love you. All of you.”

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