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ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞

!Teenage! Izzy stradlin/ reader

(Basically Jeffrey Isbell in that fanfic)

Tags: High School, Prom Night, 1980s, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, First Meetings, Rejection, Popular Kids vs Outcasts, Dancing, Music References, Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Meet-Cute, One Shot, Happy Ending, Teen Romance, Second Person POV, Reader Insert and just izzy it’s already a tag.

Description: When prom night turns into a disaster of rejection and humiliation, two outcasts meet on a park bench. She in her ruined sequined dress, he with his crumpled bouquet meant for someone else. Both wounded by the popular kids who chose others, they find unexpected comfort in each other's company. What starts as shared misery becomes an impromptu dance under the stars, proving that sometimes the best moments happen when you least expect them.

a/n: My exams are eating my ass now and I’m tweaking out for them as if I’m going to fight with a literal dragon wtf. This fanfic came to me when I was looking at my old prom photos from middle school (yeah we have those) and I was like: hell yeah. Let’s not sleep that night and write something about our man Izzy, cause once again wtf not. My sleep schedule is already ruined because I catch a real inspiration here so enjoy 🫶🏻

May. The month that all graduates hate, and it's not only because the childhood is over and everyone will fly away from their parents nests to build their own lives. No, not because of this. And not even because the exam season begins, but simply because all the losers of school’s society will once again be humiliated in such a special way that every hope of finding happiness is equal to zero. As you understood we are stalking about prom here. Yes, yes, a place for fairy tales and first kisses, but not for your school. You have long outgrown the age where, sitting in your room, you built castles of love stories and fairy-tale myths that any minute now a prince on a white horse will gallop for you and take you away from this Hell. He should have, but he didn't, as usually happens in life.

Derek is a prince?... no, but the idiot you invited to the prom, the idiot who is the captain of the football team and your date of the night, and the idiot you liked long enough to realize how stupid and naive you were to let your heart beat faster. Every guy you met was idealized, you liked them all simply because they showed their attention to you. You didn't know what love was and probably no one else does, simply because at your age popularity and status are more important than nightly serenades and poetry dedications. So the evening turned into a disaster when Derek accepted your invitation but ended up making out at the prom with one typical and such a stereotypical blonde cheerleader with an open cleavage who was just trying to get the attention of your so-called "boyfriend". Tina. Yes, you noticed this connection between them a long time ago and it didn't make you feel any better when, walking back with drinks, you noticed how they hugged and kissed - it was a low blow. It was like all 206 bones in your body were breaking at once, grinding you into powder, smashing your nose into the dirt and slapping you so hard that a trace of shame would remain forever on your cheek. You remained there as tears welled up and slowly flowed down your cheeks and your heart created a crack in pain. You didn't notice how someone pushed you and all the drinks spilled right on your dress that you had been choosing for months specifically for this event where you were supposed to kiss Derek and wear the crown of the prom. How foolish.

But it looked good, this dress was a bold contradiction of softness and edge, clinging to your figure in rich plum tones that deepened to black at the hem. Those contractions were something that you wanted to prove of yourself, someone you wanted to be for Derek. But it’s not who you are. The fabric shimmered with a galaxy of fuchsia sequins, scattered like stardust across the sheer overlay. Each step made them flicker under the chandeliers, catching the light in flashes that felt almost rebellious that now seemed like nothing with drinks spilled all over it. The bodice hugged you with elegant ruching, sculpting your waist and drawing the eye upward to a halter neckline that hinted at something both vintage and daring. The skirt flared gently into jagged, asymmetrical points, like petals with attitude, brushing just above your knees and swaying like they had their own rhythm. Strapped to your calves were winding black ribbons from your heels, lacing up like something out of a midnight fairytale. On one wrist, a delicate corsage of pale pink and ivory roses sat beside a burst of chiffon. On the other a punch of wild color, thistles and a rose in bruised red and violet, bound in black which gave the impression that maybe you weren’t as soft as you seemed. It wasn’t the kind of dress meant to blend in. It was made to be remembered, but instead you stand there with tears over your eyes and ruined fabric.

You are Cinderella because you lost your carriage and beautiful dress after midnight. Metaphorical confidence and childish naivety clouded your rational mind amidst the rhinestones, sequins and long glitter pendants that read “Prom 1980”. Amongst the crowd of teenagers, drink, fun and sparkly outfits, you felt like a missing piece of the puzzle and like you didn’t belong here. Glasses crashed to the floor and fabric was ruined until you began to realize how stupid you had looked this whole time. “You’re going to lose that girl” by The Beatles in the background didn’t help at all. How all those hours spent in the bathroom had been wasted, how makeup had become unnecessary that all weaknesses had slipped out when someone responded to you after a collision: “Stop standing there like a statue, you bitch. Can’t you see me coming or something?” it only provoked tears, bringing you back to reality. Derek and Tina turned to look you, studying you briefly before turning back with a smirk. You probably looked pathetic. Pathetic little creature. Naive and so stupid like a damn baby. Oh yeah who else you can possibly be than that?

You hate this world. You hate these people and you hate this school. All just to get out of this place, you ran out of the wooden door with a vertical window in the background, slamming it and no longer wanting to return to this damn hall. Everything that was happening around you shook even more, everything around was a trigger for tears and obsessive thoughts. You just don’t understand why all the bad things happened only to you and how you could have been so stupid to fall in love with this bastard? The sound of your heels echoed through the dark corridor as the music in the background disappeared, cracking your skull with memories of what you had seen earlier. Streams of tears ruined your makeup, painting your cheeks in a black stripe of mascara that was inexpensive. Because you were trying to save some money on that fucking dress. In your teenage dreams, you wanted Derek to take it off you. It only hurt more because you believed in yourself so much, preparing and planning everything in advance - speech, words, behavior, smell and appearance. And in the end he chose someone else.

Going outside and quickly walking down the stairs, you sat down on the step and started crying, but louder. You didn't care if anyone saw, those school years were over anyway and those people would leave, forgetting about you and themselves. But honestly you do because you wanted to be remembered as sharp and bright girl just to prove yourself once again that the role you worth for others is definitely not a crybaby. Your teenage hormones didn't help you at all. You're not a child anymore, but you're not an adult either. You're locked between two worlds and nothing can be the same as before. Kaleidoscopes and patterns of different colors blurred in your eyes when you felt the wind blowing your hair away from your bashful face.

Away from the monster you turned into in a matter of seconds after what you saw. You became a laughing stock that they'll hang on the boards of the school stand to ridicule you. It's so stupid and so unfair. But unfortunately you will get everything in this world only if you are popular and have a pretty face like this bitch Tina. Tina Morgan. Now you hate her, although you didn’t like her before either. An arrogant slut who likes to sit on two chairs, just so that all the male attention was on her. And so she oppressed you by receiving Derek and most likely the crown of the prom. Just the thought of this cut off your breath with a sharp pain and you began to feel how tears turn into an excess of air, and your chest can no longer cope. It never even occurred to you that you need to be a bitch to be liked by others. Since childhood, you were taught that princesses who received a crown are kind and beloved women. Not those who behave like Tina. You heard distant footsteps and someone's laughter that was approaching the exit where you were sitting at. Thinking about the bad, you prayed to God or whoever even exists up there, just so that it was not them. But with the door wide open and interested looks, you saw that it was a couple who couldn't tear themselves away from each other until they noticed your intense gaze and turned to ask who you were and what happened. And also why you were crying, which only made it more painful. Fuck you all, you replied, mentally wishing for their lips to stick together and choke them to death. You didn't want to see others happy, especially next to you in a place where it was calm and quiet and no one could possibly disturb you. A place where you could calm down and digest it all.

You stood up again, walking away under intense gazes. Maybe you were weird and that's why no one was interested in you and that's why no one will ever love you. You're an outcast, you're a commoner, you're disgusting, you're lonely, you’re an embarrassment, you’re an attention whore, you’re stupid and... your brain didn't had time to throw up a new insult when you walked outside the school closer to the nearest park and noticed a strange figure sitting on a bench. Some weird guy.

He sits there with a casual, almost defiant slouch, a teenager on the edge of adulthood who wears his confidence like a second skin but he lost it this time. At 17 or 18, he has the lean, wiry build of someone who moves fast and lives faster, with long, inky black hair that falls over his face in tousled layers. His deep-set, dark eyes hint at a restless energy sharp, observant, and constantly sizing up the world around him, were now reduced to thinking mess. He wears a light blazer carelessly over a graphic tee bearing the face of Keith Richards. Stones fan, huh? The contrast between classic rock glam and his gritty, punkish presence is almost ironic. He looked attractive and interesting, which made you stop in your tracks to observe his slouched figure. The shirt hangs a little loose, like everything he owns is either thrifted, stolen, or passed down from someone with better luck. His hands are rested over his knees while he was holding an already ruined bouquet of flowers. Fingers calloused, maybe from playing guitar, maybe from climbing out of too many second-floor windows but you knew that it was altogether for sure. He looked familiar. Everything about him says he doesn’t care, but the way he poses, half-challenging, half-inviting and half-thinking tells you he does. Just not in the way most people do.

You slowly approached him, sincerely not understanding what he was doing here and why you had the feeling as if you had seen him somewhere before. He is surely from your school.

-«Hey... can I sit here?» you called him out with a slightly shaking and hoarse voice after crying, swallowing saliva and already accepting your fate.

The black-haired guy looked up and you recognized him. Jeffrey Isbell, the same guy from your school who everyone calls a “weirdo” because of his strange style and “gay” because of his long hair. And he also loves the Stones, which clearly shows how much worse the situation has gotten since the wave of hate towards this band and how all of their fans immediately became gay. It's hilarious. His chestnut gaze was looking at you and you had already lost your guard for a second while he calmly nodded with a hint of attention, moving away and leaving you a place next to him. Weird guy, he looks so calm and enigmatic as if he were the surface of the ocean. He put the bouquet on the other side of the bench, leaning back while the rustling of leaves played a serenade, letting you both get used to each other. This... Jeffrey is definitely weird but he's dressed cool and his hair looks cool. You had almost forgotten that he was friends with this crazy guy Bill Bailey from your parallel or whatever he was.

-«Tough night?» a hoarse teenage voice soaked in testosterone suddenly sounded somewhere to your left. You were already looking at him, but it didn't matter because he was also looking at you, directly pointing with his gaze at your ruined makeup and obvious dejection.

-«That's an understatement but... yeah you can say that.» You answered with a nervous laugh, looking away and bitterly chuckling, not wanting to feel his intense gaze on you, as if he already knew your entire family tree and also your favorite drink. But it's better to just forget, because the worst thing is if he realizes that you were rejected in front of everyone and you, like a naive fool, cried thinking that it was love. «And you?» you turned the arrows in his direction, not wanting to raise this topic.

-«Tina Morgan.» He answered calmly, which made you raise an eyebrow, realizing that words were not needed here. You were both in the same hole. What a coincidence...

-«Ah...» was the only thing that came out of your mouth, realizing that you absolutely don’t know how to support others, or even yourself. It is such a difficult task and you definitely need to study for at least another 12 years.

-«Yeah... and you as I get it is Derek Henderson?» He turned in your direction with sympathy, also deftly avoiding the main topic, not wanting to bare his wounded soul and deep shame for believing in love. Just as you. It's strange, because this is one of the reasons why humans can be called humans, and they are so embarrassed by this feeling. Like what the heck, dude?

-«Yes.» You nodded, looking at your hands that you placed on your knees, playing with the fabric of your ruined dress. «I take it you were also rejected and replaced by someone better?» You said it with such deep pain feeling that tears were about to flow down again but his voice distracted you.

-«Well yeah... I spent three weeks getting ready and even spent money on a bouquet. The price I could have bought new strings or wires for my guitar for.» Jeff started. Which made you look up understanding his pain, you also spent so much pocket money on a dress, although you could have bought posters of your favorite performers. Even if we talk about Jeffrey, his outfit was most likely borrowed from his father or a relative judging by the quality of the fabric. But he was still irresistible. Well, that's what you thought. Of course.

-«Me too. I spent a month choosing a dress and in the end it's ruined. I could have bought posters or vinyl in that store down the street with that money.» You shook your head feeling your own absurdity and stupidity thinking that it was really so important for your money. «So I came hoping he likes me but he chose Miss Perfect... but I don't blame him, I'm really not good enough for him.» You said, feeling your eyes getting wet again. Damn Derek.

-«Not good enough?» Jeff suddenly said, making you look up at him while he just frowned. There was no pain in his eyes even after Tina, which made you so jealous. How did he do it so easily?

-«Look at me!» You exclaimed, feeling an obsessive sense of injustice fill your soul. This world hates average, which is what you definitely were. «I'm not a cheerleader and I'm definitely not a blondie with perfect curves who just came out of Vogue! Of course, nothing would ever work out between us...» You realized how pathetic you sounded pouring out your soul to a guy you barely knew, who clearly didn't give a damn about you and your problems. Tears started flowing from your already wet eyes again. It simply couldn't be any worse than it already is.

-«I hope it’s a joke.» Jeff replied, from which you looked up at him, clearly not understanding what he wanted to say. He only smiled slightly lifting the corner of his virgin lips in a light form of support. «Wipe your tears, this bastard does not deserve you. Now crying because you can’t buy a poster of your favourite musician is a real problem. I sold my soul for this T-shirt with Keith.. so this is the only thing that supported me this evening. I mean…I could cry over Tina but she’s not Richards.» His velvety and such a boyish voice pleasantly flattered your heart, from which you blinked wiping your eyes, feeling a strange sensation in your lower stomach. He supported so strangely but skillfully, as if thousands of crying girls were sitting next to him and asking for help.

- «....» you simply lost your words listening to him, of course you knew that he was slightly strange and detached guy who almost has no friends except for the rockers with whom he plays behind the garages and this crazy Bailey. But this level of support was definitely something new.

-«See? You have nothing to say because I'm right.» He smiled sarcastically and it gave you such a big explosion somewhere inside, letting the ecstasy spread through the body and the butterflies fly up the stomach and straight to the heart feeling every rhythmic beat. You always wrote it off as hormonal reactions, being a teenager trying to grow up and get some brain. Just because falling in love with every lamppost... is a little weird. «You're not the type of girl who deserves tears, you don't deserve anything related to this at all.» Jeffrey added, which made you have so many questions that no professional who has considered them all will be able to answer them. But the most understandable is where did he suddenly get interested in you? In you...

-«And what do I deserve then?...» you asked, swallowing the lump in your throat and feeling how all the unpleasant feelings accumulated at the level of your dignity.

-«This.» Jeff replied and turned the other way, taking out his crumpled and dirty flower bouquet he earlier left on the other side of the bench. «You deserve it.» He replied with a smile that made you smile back. What a romantic this dude.

-«A dirty bouquet?» You laughed awkwardly, already thinking that if they will ever invent a time machine, you will erase your existence for such a response to elementary flirting.

-«C'mon, think one more time.» He tut his tongue and shook his head. «It's not that bad, even if it was thrown on the floor. I think that next to you, it will shine with new colors ... as cheesy as it sounds.» He looked at you, still holding the bouquet and pointing it at you, with such an enticing face. As if begging you to take it.

-«Is this an invitation?» you asked with some naivety, holding out your hand and intercepting the bouquet that he gave you, lightly touching his fingers, from which the touch went through your body like electricity, causing goosebumps.

- «You're certainly not a cheerleader and you're definitely not a blondie with perfect curves who just came out of Vogue. But I'd be a fool if I didn't give you this bouquet.» Jeff paraphrased you, from which you smiled and the tears were forgotten. That bastard Derek and slut Tina, could suck it. They can bathe in perfectionism as much as they want, but we will always be one step closer to the truth ... simply because we are real and not fake Barbie and Ken.» said the black-haired guy, pushing his body up from the bench and holding out his hand to you.

-«This...» you looked at him in surprise, sincerely not understanding what just happened and what was going on. He was so quiet and aloof almost always, and here his other side of the coin was calling you to forget about this world and accept reality. This introverted guy that you briefly saw in the corridors did not stick out in your memory until this evening.

-«Shall we dance? I don't want to invite artificial blondes anymore. I like humans, not dolls, even if I'm disappointed in them... which I don't think will last long, because you'll fix it.» He smiled and for a second it seemed to you that you were sleeping, that any minute now you would hear the alarm clock and wake up.

-«But... I don't want to go back there and anyway-» you didn't have time to finish as Jeff interrupted you, shaking his head and using all his efforts, all his masculine charm to attract you. Although to be honest, you thought that he didn't even have to try.

-«No. We're not going back there, they can have all the fun they want but we have our own fun here.» Jeff said.

-«It's quite shitty..» you commented pessimistically, reluctantly taking his hand and standing up from the bench holding the bouquet in your hands.

-«Then...we are the king and the queen of our own shitty prom, how does that sound?» he nudged your shoulder before his other hand let go of yours and with permission from your eyes he dropped his hand at your waist.

-«Still shitty.» you smiled letting him catch you while the rustling of leaves distantly carried loud music from a nearby building filled with students who next year will leave, disappear and only the school photo book will remember them. You and Jeff are part of them, but it didn’t affect your dancing at all, as the song reached your ears you grabbed each other twirling and dancing under the night lights. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders while the bouquet hung somewhere behind him. Let time stand still, everyone will forget you and you will forget them.

-«You’re hard to please..» Jeff joked, looking straight into your eyes with sarcasm. That damn smirk was spreading across his face again.

-«You're not Jimmy Page for me to like, but your resemblance attracts me.» you said back.

-«Oh, so... you're also a Zeppelin fan? Welcome to the club. We love black-haired guitarists.» Jeff replied, studying your face with interest, like a painter memorising every detail. «I just hope you're not here with me because I'm a black-haired guitarist and look like a kid of Keith Richards and Jimmy Page.»

-«No.» You shook your head with a laugh. He had a particular sense of humor and you were definitely starting to like it. It wasn't just because he calmed you down so quickly and brought you back to your senses. He was just being himself. «But that could be one of the reasons.»

-«I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult.» Jeff replied, his eyes falling on yours. You wanted to drown in them so much.

-«Neither. I just found your resemblance amusing.» You shrugged, until a barely audible song reached your ears, this one was "Dancing Queen" so ironic.

-«Too bad.. I was hoping for the former.» He grinned with such cheekiness that sometimes you considered the quote don't judge a book by its cover, because there might be a masterpiece behind it. And that masterpiece was most likely standing in front of you, which made you feel weird again.

-«What do you think... I'm weird? Well... I mean..if I think about them?..» You didn't want to specify who, because in any case, you'll come out as a weirdo. Thinking about rock stars is weird because they're a few years older than you and they certainly won't notice you... and thinking about Derek and Tina is also weird. Just because that's what they're waiting for. For you to waste your tears on them.

-«We are all weird in our own way. And I love the way you are weird, because it makes me fell more comfortable being weird with you.» Jeffrey replied, leaving you speechless again. Sometimes this weird guy was such a poet that you wondered if he was from a fairy tale. With a gentle smile, he leaned forward to your ear, letting you smell him. He smelled like….teenager, but better, like a guy who is preparing to become a man, leaving his boyhood behind. It sounds weird, but he looked smarter beyond his years. Jeff hummed the melody of Dancing Queen in your ear, with such a husky and slightly underdeveloped voice, trying to impress you with his singing. Such a gentle and quiet half-whisper, so that only you could hear. So that no one else could enjoy his mini concert for you. He would have been a great musician. «You are the dancing queen...Young and sweet, only seventeen..»

You danced with him to this melody until the very end and until the beginning of the next one, realizing that sometimes the best things happen when you least expect them and don't prepare for them for months. They just come and change your life upside down. Just like this black-haired guy who whispered different songs to you all evening while you danced like an old couple to the hits. Such a stupid thing this life, first it cripples then heals. But you knew that Jeffrey would definitely make you love this little thing called….life.

I’m not sure if this is too far and I couldn’t find anything that says what you write and don’t write but it has the talk of self harm and there is no need to write about it if you’re not comfortable with it! But I thought about it and I was wondering if you could write a story about Izzy Stradlin x Fem reader and they’re in the middle of sex (first time having sex so she’s nervous in general and about her scars, scared that he wouldn’t like her anymore) and he wanders down there and sees the scars from self-harm and she could see him looking at them so she gets embarrassed and flushed but instead he stares in awe and kisses her scars telling her it’s okay because he sensed and saw her embarrassed face? Then he gives her hickeys then gives her some love to her❤️

Hey! Yes I just finished it. I thought this was a really sweet and touching idea for a fic; haven’t really seen many that talk about this topic. So far I don’t have any boundaries when it comes to what I write, but if I do I’ll post about it. So, if you have anymore ideas like this one feel free to voice it😊

Nothing to Hide🩸

Izzy stradlin x fem reader

Warning ‼️ talks about self harm

Y/N POV~~

You were already nervous as hell, just from the fact that this was your first time. But being with him? With Izzy? That made everything feel even more real. He was kissing down your neck, taking his time, his hands soft and warm on your sides. You could barely think straight.

You trusted him. You really did. But still, part of you was scared. Scared he’d see them. The scars.

As his lips moved lower, over your stomach, you tensed without meaning to. He didn’t seem to notice at first, too focused on making sure you felt good and comfortable. But then his hand slid down your thigh… and stopped.

He saw them.

You felt your whole body heat up in panic. “Izzy—wait, just… don’t look at those,” you blurted, your voice way smaller than you meant it to be.

You turned your face, wishing you could disappear. The last thing you wanted was for him to think you were messed up, or broken, or worse… that you’d ruined the moment.

But then he didn’t pull away. He didn’t freak out or say anything weird. Instead, he looked up at you with this soft, gentle expression.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he said quietly, like he already knew exactly how you were feeling. “I see them, yeah. But I also see you. And I still want you.”

Then, out of nowhere, he leaned down and kissed one of the scars. Then another. You felt your throat tighten up, like you might cry, but not in a bad way. He wasn’t scared of them. He wasn’t scared of you.

“These don’t change anything,” he said against your skin. “If anything… they just remind me how strong you are.”

He gave you a few hickeys, teasing you like he always did, but still being gentle. Still letting you know it was okay.

And when he finally leaned in and kissed you, slow and deep, it didn’t feel scary anymore. It felt like love.

You didn’t even remember when your nerves finally melted away, just that Izzy never once made you feel wrong or broken. He touched you like he meant it, like he saw you, all of you, and still wanted more. His hands were everywhere. Every kiss, every teasing moment, every breath against your skin reminded you that this was real. And that he was still here.

After, you were wrapped up in his arms, both of you tangled in the sheets, skin warm and flushed. His fingers lazily trailed up and down your spine, like he wasn’t ready to stop touching you yet. Like letting go wasn’t even an option.

“You okay?” he murmured into your hair.

You nodded, nuzzling your face into his chest. “Yeah… better than okay, actually.”

He chuckled softly, and you could feel the vibrations in his chest. “Good. I was kinda hoping I didn’t suck.”

You snorted. “You didn’t suck. Annoying as hell, maybe, but not bad.”

He tipped your chin up so you had to look at him, that familiar little smirk tugging at his lips. “Annoying, huh? Pretty sure I had you moaning my name like—”

“Izzy!” you hissed, smacking his chest, but he just laughed and caught your wrist.

He kissed your knuckles, then turned serious for a second. “Hey,” he said softly, brushing your hair back from your face. “Thank you… for trusting me.”

Your throat tightened again, but in the best way. You didn’t have words, so you leaned in and kissed him, slow and soft. He kissed you back like he had all the time in the world.

After a while, you tucked yourself under his chin again, his hand gently running over your thigh, fingers brushing over your scars like it was second nature now. Like they didn’t scare him, or change how he saw you at all.

“Y’know,” he said quietly, “if I could, I’d go back in time and sit next to you on whatever night those happened. Just sit with you. Make sure you knew you weren’t alone.”

That broke you a little, in a good way. You blinked fast to stop the tears, but one still slipped out.

You didn’t speak. Just held onto him tighter.

He pulled the blanket up higher around your shoulders and kissed your temple. “I got you now,” he whispered. “Okay? You don’t ever have to hide from me again.”

“I know,” you said quietly. “I don’t want to.”

He smiled against your skin. “Good. Now sleep before I make you fall for me even harder in the morning.”

“Too late,” you muttered, already half-asleep against him. “Way too late…”

subby slash

contents: submissive slash, dominant reader, praising, handcuffing, nicknames

warning: it goes straight to the point because I was too lazy to come up with a background story

word count: 410

You had him handcuffed to the bed with only his jeans on, his rock hard bulge obvious in his pants. You’ve waited for this moment forever, to just see him so helpless on your bed like this. You were only in your white cotton panties, nipples hard. You crawled on top of him, straddling his lap. He looked up at you, desire in his eyes. You lowered yourself on him and grinded against his raging boner, feeling the friction it made against your sensitive clothed clit.

He let out a whine and bucked his hips up, almost pouting from the feeling of your pussy against him. You couldn’t help but to moan softly yourself, his hardness pressed against you causing you to get more aroused. “Please, ride me” He begged under his breath. You pressed a soft peck to his lips before speaking, “Just trust me.” You unbuttoned his jeans to slide them off, as well as his pre-cum stained boxers. You took your panties off before repositioning yourself, taking his cock and positioning it at your entrance.

He winced in pleasure at the slight touch before you sunk down onto his cock slowly, taking every inch inside of your pussy. You started to move your hips, grinding back and forth. “It’s too much, it’s too much” He whimpered and whined. “It’s okay, you can take it sweetheart,” you encouraged as your hips increased in pace. He squirmed around as his whimpers became frequent with every move of your hips. You could see him struggling as he tried to tug away from the handcuffs as if it’ll do any good. Moans started to fall out of your mouth, feeling his cock hit all the right places.

He started to huff and pant, sweating profusely. You knew he was close as you felt his cock twitch. You became closer and closer aswell, moving your hips faster before you clamp down onto his cock, riding out your orgasm. Feeling you clamp down onto his cock as your body twitches and convulses in pleasure around him was enough to send him over the edge as he started to shoot warm ropes of cum into you, painting your walls. His eyes rolled back and your back arched before you both came down, trying to regain composure.

You lifted yourself off his cock and put on your clothes, uncuffing him afterwards. “You did so well,” you praised before pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead.

“I’m always here to listen”

Axl Rose x reader

90s Axl

Axls Elton John record spun around on your record player as you cooked spaghetti in the kitchen for you and Axl. Axl was up in bed sleeping though he had stayed up last night trying to write a song when you went up to bed he was hunched over the piano scribbling things in a note book. Axl never really had a good sleep schedule so you let him rest. Bennie and the Jets was playing that was one of Axls favorites you smiled thinking about him. The spaghetti was ready and you decided to go up to your room to see if Axl was awake for dinner or if you should let him sleep and warm it up for him when he woke up. You went upstairs and got to your bedroom door you could hear sobbing. It was hard and heavy and you knew it was Axl. Axl had a lot of trauma from his childhood and he had begun therapy which was good but at the same time bad because it really made him face his past and problems and it brought back bad memories that made him spiral sometimes. You knocked on the door “Axl are you ok?” You said really worried about him. You got no response but could still hear him crying you decided to go in. And there he was sitting on the side of the bed his face in his hands sobbing his hair all in his face and he was crying. It was hard to see him like this but being his wife this wasn’t the first time you’d seen him like this in fact you were probably the only person he was the most open with about his feelings. You sat down on the bed next to him. He didn’t acknowledge you. You put an arm around him and put your head on his shoulder and moved his hair out of his face. “Sweetie what’s wrong?” You asked calmly. Axl sobbed harder and gave you no response. You sat there holding him for a little while. “I’m here for you Axl ” you said stroking his hair. He moved his face away from his hands his eyes were red and puffy his face was wet from tears and snot was running down his nose and his voice that was usually deep and confident was now shaky and desperate. “Just go away y/n I don’t feel like talking” he snapped at you and then going back to crying and hiding his face.

You didn’t want to push his limits if he needed time to cry you needed to let him even though all you wanted to do was hold him and tell him he can talk to you, you wanted to take all his pain away but instead you got up. “Ok” you said walking out of the room and shutting the door. You decided to give him some time and go back and try to talk to him later. You ate your dinner by yourself and played music but it felt empty without Axl you had to admit. Once you finished eating you went back upstairs to check on Axl. When you walked into your room Axl was no longer crying but was now laying on his back looking up at the ceiling. “Hey baby” you said sitting down on the bed. Axl didn’t respond his face was blank and few tears still streamed down his face. You started gently rubbing his knee he didn’t say anything. This went on for a few minutes then you stopped rubbing his leg and sighed. “Don’t stop it feels nice” Axl said his voice still a bit shaky from crying. “Ok” you said going back to doing it Axl then sat up and grabbed your hand. “I had a bad dream that’s all” he said. “I’m sorry babe it’s not real though” you said kissing his cheek. “Yeah it was just one of those were I’m a kid again and you know my dad and then and it’s you know” he said his voice breaking a little and tears rolling down his cheek which you wiped away. “I won’t go into detail but it just feels so real and scary y/n I just why y/n why” Axl pleaded tearing up again. You hugged him tighter wishing you could take the pain away from him“I know Axl but he’s gone now and I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again” you said squeezing his hand. “Just why y/n just why maybe if none of that happened I wouldn’t be so damn messed up” Axl said looking you in the face finally. “I’m proud of you Axl look at all you’ve overcame even if you have that baggage your still amazing and your a great husband to me” you said trying to cheer him up. He smiled finally. “The press doesn’t think so” Axl said. “Fuck the press they just make shit up to sell stuff” you said. Axl laughed. “I don’t care what’s happened to you before Axl I know who you are and I love you and I won’t let anything bad happen ok I’ll always be here for you” you said.

A tear rolled down Axls cheek and he smiled you moved his hair and kissed him. “I’d be dead without you know that right babe” Axl said looking down at your intertwined fingers. You laughed “i know that’s why I’m glad we found each other “ you said smiling. “Me too no one else would deal with my crazy shit” Axl said. “Are you ok now?” you asked. “Yeah for now” Axl said. “Wanna take a shower together?” You asked knowing it would make him feel better. “Of course I do” Axl said scooping you up bridal style and carrying you into the bathroom.

“Dress like this more often”

Duff Mckagan x reader

Fluff

Year:1985

You were shy quiet and very nerdy at least that’s what most people thought. But Duff knew the real you and he loved you. You met Duff in 7th grade and soon became best friends. Duff showed you how to have fun and not be so stressed. You and Duff started dating senior year when you were both 18. You were on track to graduate with honors and go to a good college. But one day Duff told you he’s leaving and going to LA to follow his dream of being a rockstar. You don’t know why or how but you decided to come with him you were in love and nothing mattered but him. You both dropped out of school and ran away together. Everyone who knew you was shocked but you didn’t care what they thought. You and Duff had lived in LA for 3 years now. Duff hadn’t had his big break yet but you were able to find a job to support you guys for the time being. You felt insecure though you saw these LA girls they were flashy and punk and beautiful you weren’t quite that confident to dress like that. But now Duff was in a new band they called themselves “Guns N’Roses” Duff told you this was the band that would get big and you believed him. You had met all the guys and seen them rehearse they were really something else you knew they would go far and tonight would be their first gig together. “I gotta head to sound check babe” Duff said kissing you on the top of your head and running out the door. “Ok see you at 8” you yelled as he was leaving. It was 6 right now that gave you 2 hours to get ready. Tonight you wouldn’t be so nervous about what people thought tonight you planned to go all out full glam if you were gonna be Duffs rockstar girlfriend you wanted to look the part. You went to the bathroom you put on a new outfit you had bought it was a short black skirt a tight leather black tank top and a black leather jacket to wear on top of it. You usually wore minimal makeup but today you but on eyeshadow, eye liner, and mascara. You decided to just curl your hair for tonight. When you looked in the mirror you hardly recognized yourself. You looked like the girls you saw at the bars around LA you looked hot you felt hot you couldn’t wait to show Duff and have him show you off to the guys.

~ time skip~

You knocked on the door at the back entrance of the bar there was a sign that read BAND IN SESSION DO NOT ENTER you ignored the sign though that’s what Duff told you to do anyway. Slash answered the door. “Hey your not su-damn” “y/n you look different like damn” Slash said looking you up and down. “Thank you Slash” you said smirking. You saw Duff come up and stand behind him Duff cleared his throat as a sign to tell Slash to go away and stop checking you out. “Oh right yeah uh Duff your girlfriends here” Slash said and then walking away to leave you two alone. Duffs eyes got wide when he saw you. “Y/n- I’ve never seen you dress like this” Duff said checking you out and smirking every so often. “You like it?” You asked looking up at him. “Like it sweetheart I love it.” Duff said. You blushed. “You didn’t have to get all dressed up for me though you know” Duff said. You pulled out a cigarette. Axl now walked past you two. “Y/n you smoke?” He asked. “Yeah maybe I do” you said inhaling the smoke but doing it wrong because you really needed to cough and it felt disgusting. Axl just smiled and kept walking. “Since when?” Duff said trying to reach the cigarette out of your hand but you pulled it away. “Since now babe” you said to him. “Ok sure” he said a little annoyed. It was now almost time for the boys to go on stage. You were sitting on Duffs lap. “Alright babe I gotta go out there” Duff said. “Knock em dead baby” you said “kiss for good luck?” Duff asked. You kissed him and the pulled away but Duff whispered. “You should dress like this more often doll” you smirked. He grabbed the box of cigarettes out of your jacket pocket. “No more of these though” he said. “Good I don’t like them anyway” you said laughing. Duff smiled and went to get on stage. Your mission tonight had been a success

Bruh--- GET A ROOM KAHDKAJD I love them

SLAXL LÓRAX FANART LOL!

[Sorry, I was so bored]

Mr. Rose (Axl Rose)

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Mr. Rose

(Axl Rose x Reader)

Smut

WARNINGS: profanities, sexual content, degrading

Word Count: 1,769

You were sitting at your desk practically drooling over your teacher Mr. Rose. He was wearing his all black suit today, complete with his golden glasses that simply sent a shiver down your spine. His hair swayed slightly as he walked about the classroom, handing back graded test papers. He caught you staring when he handed yours back. “See me after school. We need to talk about your grades.” He whispered into your ear, his deep voice sending a shot of heat through your body straight to your pussy. Was it wrong to think about your teacher this way? Yes. But to be fair, you were in your senior year of high school, and 18 was technically an adult. Not to mention Mr. Rose was a very young teacher, he was only 24. You flipped through your school book, eventually looking up to find Mr. Rose was eyeing you from his desk. You watched as his eyes traveled from your feet to your exposed thighs to your breasts, and then to your face. He made eye contact with you before getting flustered and rushing to find his book. Nerves built in you throughout the school day as you wondered what Mr. Rose needed you for. You were sure that he just wanted to find you a tutor, but something inside you had hope it was something else. You called your mother with the pay phone outside the school. “Mom? Hey yeah I’ll be home a little late today. Mr. Rose is helping me find a tutor.” She was fine with it and you went on your way to Mr. Rose’s room. You opened the door and sat at a desk in the front of the room. Mr. Rose was sitting at his desk, his feet were propped on it and he stared at you. He slowly walked up to you, his shoes clicking against the floor. When he made it to your desk he slammed your test onto the table, making you jump. “Do you know what this is, Y/N?” You looked up at him worried. “M-my test?” he scoffed and looked away. “Yes Y/N it is your test.” he said mockingly. “Do you know what this is?” he pointed to the red F circled on your paper. “My grade sir.” He nodded his head. “I will not tolerate F’s in my classroom Y/N. Are we clear?” You looked down at the ground, ashamed. “Yes sir.” you whispered. His face brightened, “Good.” You looked up at him. “Stand,” he commanded. You scooted out of your seat and stood. He walked slowly so that he was standing behind you. His fingers caressed your hair as he moved it behind your ear. “I found a paper that fell out of your pocket Y/N.” He pulled a small wrinkled paper out of his blazer pocket and unfolded it. “Mr. Rose looked extremely sexy today.” He whispered into your ear. His lips were so close to your body, so close to everything you had wanted for so long. “I know it’s wrong,” he continued. “But I wish he would touch me. I wish he would fuck me. Right there on his desk, so deep inside me that I forget my surroundings. I wish he would kiss me. So soft and slow that I could remember it days after it had happened.” His breath fanned over your neck, sending a shiver into your body. He chuckled and walked to the front of you so that you could see him. His face inched closer to yours, your lips merely centimeters apart. “Is that what you want Y/N? For me to give you what none of these high school boys can?” You couldn’t believe your ears. You nodded your head frantically, feeling your panties soak under your skirt. “I’ve been eyeing you in this uniform for months now.” Your uniform was standard for your school. A plaid red skirt, black knee high socks, black saddle shoes, a white button up shirt, a red tie, and a black blazer type coat. A few of the buttons at the top of your button up shirt were undone, exposing the slightest bit of your cleavage and your skirt was a bit short. “I’ve taken it off of you in my mind so many times before.” He whispered close to your ear, slowly beginning to kiss your neck. His kisses trailed all over your neck, biting and sucking it to leave marks of his territory. His hands found their way to your lower back, pulling you close to him as he walked the both of you over to his desk. Your breath was heavy as his kisses on your neck hit in just the right spot. His

desk was completely cleared other than a cup of pencils which he slid onto the floor with a loud thump. The back of your thighs hit the edge of the cold wooden desk, giving your legs goosebumps. His hands guided your body to lay on the desk and he walked over to the door. You watched as he locked the door and closed the small window on it. He stepped back over to the desk and sat his glasses to the side. His fingers slid gently down your legs as he removed your shoes and socks. “Take off your jacket.” he commanded you in a low tone. Your fingers fumbled towards the buttons of your jacket and undid them. You slipped the clothing off your arms and let it fall to the floor. Mr. Rose had now taken off his shoes and jacket as well, leaving him in his ‘formal’ jeans and black button up shirt. You loved that shirt on him. It accentuated his muscles perfectly. He licked his lips and eyed you evilly while unbuttoning each and every button of his shirt. “Now listen princess, I’m gonna give you instructions and you're going to follow them. You understand?” You shook your head yes quickly. You wanted to please him. “Speak baby.” You took a deep breath, overwhelmed by the whole situation. “I understand Mr. Rose.” He shook his head no. How have you done something wrong already? “You call me daddy baby.” His low pitched voice got to you. “Okay daddy.” You whispered breathlessly. “Good girl,” he said. His hands finished unbuttoning his shirt and it fell to the floor, exposing his abs and pecks. He had a nipple piercing. My god this man. “Stand up and bend over the desk.” His instructions were clear and simple and you were quick to follow them. You had bent yourself over his desk, your elbows were keeping you steady and your ass was on display. “Look at you, you little slut. So quick to follow daddy’s instructions.” he breathed out. His figure stood behind you, and his fingers started to explore your exposed heat. His fingers slipped your panties to the side, gliding his index finger between your folds. “God you’re so wet for daddy. I bet it barely took anything too. You’re so desperate for daddy’s touch aren’t you?” You squeezed your eyes shut as pleasure took over you, his finger rubbing your clit. Though, it stopped as soon as it had come. “I said, aren't you?” his voice was stern and sent vibrations through your body. “Y-yes daddy.” you muttered out. His fingers continued to rub you as he kissed and nipped at your neck. “How long have you wanted this Y/N?” You gulped roughly, “All year daddy.” you moaned. He chuckled devilishly. “You want daddy’s cock princess? You want me deep inside your little pussy like you wrote?” You nodded helplessly, the pleasure was too much and you couldn’t mutter a word, let alone a sentence. “I said to use your words you little slut.” he spat out at you. “Yes daddy.” you moaned loudly. He made a disappointed sound. “Tsk tsk tsk.” he said as he walked away from you, leaving you desperate for his touch and your release. “Lay back down.” you laid yourself on his desk and tried to pleasure yourself to get some form of release. He grabbed your wrist and looked you in the eye. “I won’t stand this behavior in my classroom.” He spoke. You nodded ‘okay’ and watched as he reached into his desk drawer, pulling out what looked to be a gag ball. “If you won’t behave for daddy I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you doll.” He climbed onto the desk, straddling you as he fastened the gag ball onto you. His fingers undid all of your buttons on your white t-shirt and pulled down your skirt until the only article of clothing remaining on your body was your tie. He messed with his belt as he undid his pants and took off his underwear, leaving him naked. You could feel the tip of his cock at your entrance and you stifled a moan. “You’ve been a very bad girl Y/N.” he groaned as he stuffed his cock into your pussy, filling you to the brim. As he began thrusting in and out of you he spoke dirty words into your ears, “You’re my little slut now you understand? My little play thing. God, you're so helpless. Just laying here, taking

daddy’s cock like the nasty little girl you are. I bet you like it when I call you names don’t you? You like it when I call you daddy’s little slut. You wanna be my little play toy huh?” Moans flooded your lips. You couldn’t contain it. Every word he spoke into your ear was like a sweet poison filled candy. Your back arched off the desk as he spoke to you. “I love your little moans. They show just how much you love daddy’s cock in you. I’m not going to tolerate your grade here Y/N. You’re such a bad girl. I bet you got that F on purpose didn’t you? You wanted daddy to punish you?” You nodded helplessly as your moans filled the room. “D-daddy,” your moan was muffled by the gag ball, but he could understand you. “What is it?” he asked. “I’m gonna c-cum.” He looked deep into your eyes. “Not yet baby girl. You’ve gotta wait for daddy.” His thrusts sped up as he reached his climax. “A-alright baby, cum for daddy.” He moaned. You both came at the same time, and he collapsed onto your chest, breathing heavily. He undid your gag ball and spit was leaking from your mouth. “T-Thank you daddy.” you said breathlessly. “I am going to be your tutor from now on.” he chuckled.

Author’s Note…Hey guys! I know I said I wasn’t going to be posting anymore and I would like to clarify I won’t be posting regularly. I wrote this imagine for a friend and I thought I might as well post it. I most likely will not be writing imagines specifically for tumblr. I’ve missed you guys!! Also I do not condone this type of behavior, it was simply for a fantasy type imagine and I don’t stand for it!! Also tell me what you think about this post if you could. I feel as if my writing has gotten a little better since last time I posted…anywho have a good day/night lovelies!! <3

The Promise (Slash x *daughter!* reader)

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The Promise

Slash x (daughter!) reader

Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities, mentions of alcohol and drug use

Word Count:1,121

Requested by: someone on wattpad <3

This was a request for a Slash x daughter imagine where the reader and slash have a conflict/fight :)

I know this might be kind of short so I’m sorry about that. Hopefully you enjoy it though! Also, I did this in Y/N’s POV hopefully that’s okay. Thanks for teh request, have a great day/night! <3

Y/N’s POV:

I stared at myself in the vanity mirror as I tried to come up with an idea. It felt like the bruise on my neck was staring at me, waiting for me to freak out. The concealer sitting in my makeup case seemed very tempting. I told myself I needed to tell him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. How would he react? I know he did a lot of things when he was younger, but that doesn’t mean he wants me to do them. After one last look at the hickey I made up my mind. I’m hiding it. Maybe someday I would tell him I had it, or maybe he’d find out before it was gone. As of right now, makeup would have to do. The makeup was cold on my skin. I watched as the dark red and purple spot slowly disappeared from my sight. “Y/N! You ready?” My father’s voice echoed in the staircase as I frantically put away my makeup. I knocked over many products as I struggled to hide my tiny accomplice. “I’m coming!” I yelled. Tonight was our weekly movie night. Every Saturday my father and I would watch a movie and catch up with each other. I took a deep breath and made my way downstairs. The maple wood of the stairs slightly shone beneath my feet. My dad was standing in the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn. “You excited kiddo?” His face lit up as he saw me. “Yep.” I nodded my head slightly and made my way to the couch in the living room. My dad grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “So, how was Jessica’s house?” shit. Jessica was my best friend. I was supposed to stay the night with her last night, but that isn’t what happened. Jessica’s parents were out of town and we took advantage of that. We threw a party and somehow I ended up with a hickey. When I woke up this morning I was in Jessica’s room on the floor with a massive headache. I barely remembered anything from the previous night. When I discovered I had a hickey I completely freaked out. I had never talked to my dad about boyfriends or anything of the sort. In all honesty, I didn’t even remember who gave me the hickey. “Hello? Anyone there?” my dad joked as he stuffed his face with popcorn. “Oh uh yeah it was great.” He nodded his head in understanding. “What’d you do?” “W-what?” He raised his eyebrows. “What did you do at Jessica’s house? Give me details.” Sweat was building on my palms as he asked questions. I gulped and rubbed my neck nervously. “We just uh hung out. Ya know, girl stuff.” I watched as his eyes zoned in on my neck. “Y/N?” His jaw clenched. “Y-yeah dad?” He pointed to my neck as he came to join me on the couch. “What is that?” His eyes were intimidating as he looked at me. I couldn’t keep eye contact for long before I looked at the floor. “It’s nothing dad.” He shook his head and scoffed. “Bullshit. What is it? Where were you last night Y/N?” His voice wasn’t as harsh, but it was still stern. “I was at Jessica’s.” He shook his head. “So did Jessica give you a hickey?” My head shot up and I looked at him with confusion. “What? No. No, dad Jessica didn’t give me a hickey. Um we uh” He sighed and leaned back on the couch. “Please just tell me what’s going on.” My eyes darted around the room as I tried to think of a response. I burnt myself with a curling iron? No, that's not believable. I slowly lifted my head as I decided what to say. “Jessica and I threw a party and um I..I got a hickey.” His jaw clenched once again as he stood up and paced around the room. “Who did it?” I looked at the floor once again as my mind wondered. Who did it? Honestly, I couldn’t tell you. I had been so drunk I didn’t remember even half of what happened. “I don’t really know.” My voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry you don’t know?!” His voice was louder now, not quite a shout, but close. “Dad I’m sorry okay it won’t-” he cut me off. “How do you not remember? Were you drunk?” Even though he was being sarcastic I felt as if he still expected an answer. “Well yeah.” The words were hesitant to escape my mouth. “You were drunk? You’re not even of legal drinking age! How did you even get alcohol?” He threw his hands in the air as emphasis of his words. “And like you didn't? I know you drank

underage dad, don’t try to tell me different!” It felt as if something sparked within me. Something that decided to fight back. Did I have the right? Probably not. After all, I’m the one who went behind his back to do these things, and now I’m trying to justify my wrong actions. “Oh yeah like that makes it okay? I also overdosed Y/N. You gonna do that next?” I was a bit taken back by his words. He knew I would never do that. Right? He sat on a chair in the corner of the room and pinched the bridge of his nose. Watching him think was interesting. Occasionally he’d clench his jaw, or his eye would twitch. He looked peaceful, yet mad at the same time. His long, curly, black hair fell in front of his face. A sad, defeated, sigh left his lips. “I’m sorry Y/N it’s just-” He paused for a moment. “You’re my little girl, and I don’t wanna see you make the same mistakes I did, okay? It’s hard for me to watch you grow up. I have to face that you’re not a toddler anymore. It’s not even that big of a deal you got a hickey.” I walked over to him and sat on the arm of the chair. “I’m sorry too. I’ll be honest with you from now on.” He smiled at me before pulling me into a hug. “I’m gonna make you a deal.” I nodded my head in agreement as I waited for him to speak. “You can’t drink anymore, until you’re of legal age. Also, be honest with me about what you’re doing. And I promise I won’t get so upset about boy stuff anymore. After all, you aren’t a baby anymore.” He smiled kindly at me. I felt calmed by his words. “I promise.” “Alright kiddo. Let’s get to watching that movie.”

Thanks for reading! Requests are open btw (just a reminder lol) have a good day/night and remember to drink some water. You are beautiful. :)

I Was Gonna Tell You (Axl Rose x *sister!* Reader)

I Was Gonna Tell You

Axl Rose x (sister!) reader

fluff , angst???

WARNINGS:profanities

Word Count: 855

Requested by: @foxinaforestofstars

“I loved what you wrote for my request, so much! I hope you don't mind if I request more for Axl's sister!reader. Basically, I'd imagine he'd try to keep her out of the spotlight as much as he can, so not many people are aware he has a sister or that she's in his custody. And one day his girlfriend (maybe Erin, idk) comes over for a surprise visit and finds them cuddled up on the couch watching movies and is like "Eww, you're cheating on me with a child?!" and the explanation that follows?”

I know it has taken me a really long time to post this so thank you for your patience! Also, I’m sorry if this is really bad. I feel like I could have done a lot better on it. Anyways, hopefully it doesn’t disappoint too much. Also, this is a bit smaller than normal so hope that’s okay.

Narrator’s POV:

Life as Axl Rose’s sister wasn’t easy. Y/N spent most of her days inside. Other than school and the occasional night over at a friend's house, her life was boring. That isn’t something you’d expect to hear from the sister of a rock star. Axl tried to keep her out of the spotlight. Most people didn’t even know he had a sister, including Erin. Axl had told Y/N about Erin a while ago, and he talked about her quite frequently too. Y/N was in the kitchen opening a soda when she looked over at Axl on the couch. “Hey Ax?” “hm?” “When are you gonna tell Erin you have a sister?” Y/N questioned as she took a swig of her drink. “Well..” he trailed off as he stared out the window. Axl had planned to tell Erin soon. The topic of siblings had never come up in conversation before and surprisingly he had never thought to tell her. “I’m planning on telling her next time I see her.” He said as he laid down on the couch. Y/N nodded her head in agreement. Y/N grabbed a blanket and sat next to Axl on the couch. “What should we watch?” he asked as he flipped through channels on the TV. “Whatever you wanna watch is fine.”

[...]

Erin stepped foot in the airport, excited that soon she would see her boyfriend. She hadn’t told him that she was coming to visit. She liked surprising Axl every now and then. Her heels clicked on the airport’s tile floor as she looked for the exit. She was holding a couple bags that she packed for the trip. The glowing red ‘exit’ sign hung above a glass door at the end of a large hallway. She struggled slightly to get the door open with her bags in her hands. They eventually swung open, exposing the crisp air outside. Her eyes searched the street until she saw a yellow taxi parked by the curb. As she climbed into the backseat the driver looked her over in the rear view mirror. Please don’t be a creep. Is all she could think as she put on her seat belt. “I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere.” The driver’s voice was low and raspy as he spoke. “Really? Oh um yeah I don’t know.” It was perfectly possible that he could have seen her on magazine covers. “You’re Erin aren’t you? Erin Everly?” shit. Erin usually didn’t take taxis for this exact reason. “Um well yes I am.” The conversation on the way to Axl’s house was surprisingly normal, to Erin’s relief. As the taxi pulled into Axl’s driveway Erin could feel excitement growing inside her. She hadn’t seen him for the past couple months and she couldn’t wait to have her arms wrapped around him again. She paid the taxi driver and made her way to the front door. She felt slightly nervous as she turned the golden door knob. Though, what she saw when she opened the door crushed her heart into a million pieces. She felt as if her heart had been taken and thrown into the trash, completely disregarded. Tears brimmed Erin’s eyes. “A-axl?” she croaked out. How could he do this? She wondered. Axl’s attention was drawn to the woman and immediately his face lit up. “Erin! Wait..what’s wrong baby?” By this time he was off the couch and walking towards her. “Oh don’t you baby me.” She said sternly as tears rolled down her face. There was no denying she was upset. Axl felt hurt by her words though he tried not to show it. “I..I don’t understand. What’s wrong?” He sounded worried. “What’s wrong?! Are you seriously asking me that right now?! Axl you’re cheating on me. And not only are you cheating on me, but you’re cheating on me with a fucking child!” Erin pointed in Y/N’s direction as she spoke. Axl’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked between Y/N and Erin. “You..you think I’m cheating on you with Y/N?” he quietly chuckled, slightly amused by the situation. “Why are you laughing? You’re messed up rose you really are.” she said, shaking her head as she began walking out the door. “No Erin! I guess it’s time I introduce you two.” Erin raised her eyebrows as he spoke. “Erin, this is my sister Y/N. Y/N, this is my girlfriend Erin.” Y/N couldn’t help herself from laughing. She slowly burst into laughter, and Axl was soon to follow. “You’re lying. Why the fuck wouldn’t you have told me you have a sister?” Erin said in a bitter tone. “I’m sorry Erin.” Axl whispered as he wiped a tear from his eye. He truly did find this very funny. “Hello Erin. Axl has told me so much about you.” Y/N hugged Erin as she tried to calm herself from the laughing fit she just had. “I wish I could say the same.” Erin stated as she glared at Axl. He put his hands up in defense. “I was gonna tell you I swear.”

Have a great day and remember to drink some water. You’re beautiful! :) <3

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙉𝙀𝙍𝙎- 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 {𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬}

(𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐘/𝐍. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫? (𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐘/𝐍 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥) (𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) *𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝*)

*chapter one* *chapter two* *chapter three*

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖔𝖚𝖗

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖔𝖚𝖗

(A/N… this is in the narrator’s POV.)

[night of the party]

The lipstick slid over Y/N’s lips, staining them blood red. She studied herself in the mirror checking that everything was perfect. Her phone rang causing her to slightly jump. She tiptoed to it and answered. “Hello?” She whispered, careful that no one would hear her. “We’re just down the road. You ready?” Axl’s voice echoed. “Yeah I’ll be there in a sec.” She then hung the phone up. After checking once more that the door was locked, Y/N slowly opened her window. Once the grassy ground was in sight she threw her small purse out the window and prepared herself to be next. Even though she tried, it was very apparent that heels weren’t ideal for climbing out of a window. “God damn heels!” She whisper-yelled as she took the shoes from her feet and let them join her purse on the cold ground. She was now hanging halfway out of the window when she felt the soft grass between her toes. She stumbled to her feet before closing the window. Her purse and heels were waiting for her on the ground not too far from where she stood. She grabbed the items and jogged down the road until she saw Axl’s car. The car door opened to reveal Axl in the driver's seat. “Hello miss. Did you order a taxi?” Axl asked, using a horrible British accent. “You’re such a dork.” She laughed and slid into the passenger's seat. “Hi Y/N!” Steven excitedly exclaimed from the backseat. “Hey Stevie” she responded. Izzy, who was also in the backseat, simply nodded his head in acknowledgement of Y/N’s presence. Y/N turned her attention to the road when Axl began driving. The radio was on so loud that Y/N could practically feel the bass. As the car rolled up to Duff’s house Y/N could feel her heart beating just a bit faster at the thought that soon she would be flirting with Slash.

[...]

The dimly lit room wreaked of alcohol and sex. After all, that is what it was filled with. Y/N turned her head many times to avoid seeing couples that had gone too far...at least to be in front of people. Her eyes scanned the room as she searched for the man her attention would be on tonight. Slash. As she entered the living room she finally found what she had been looking for. The curly haired man was sat on a couch in the corner of the room. Surprisingly, alone. As she sauntered towards him she couldn’t help but smile to herself. She acted as if she was a lion stalking their prey. She looked graceful, yet her intent was sinful. Slash’s eyes locked on her when she was only a few feet away. He watched how her hips swayed, hypnotizing him more with each step she took. He was snapped into reality when she sat herself next to him. She was facing him. Her elbow was perched on the back of the couch and her head lightly rested on her hand. Slash stared into her eyes, observing the beautiful orbs. Y/N laughed airily at his contentment. Slash cleared his throat and looked away from the girl. “I uh..didn’t expect to see you here.” He snarked. “Guess that goes for both of us.” She traced her finger down his arm, catching his attention immediately. “What are you doing?” he asked, confusion apparent in his voice. She ignored his comment as her finger made its way to his chest. He was wearing a black button up that was halfway unbuttoned, which she intended to use to her advantage. His eyes watched as her finger traced sloppy shapes on his skin. “Y/N seriously what are you doing?” he asked again. This time however, he didn’t sound so sure of himself. Almost like he was asking himself the question. Did he want this to happen? “Ya know Saul..” her voice was now a low, seductive whisper. She leaned into him, her hot breath fanning over his ear. “I’m not wearing any panties under this skirt.” His eyes widened at her comment as he turned to look at her. She made sure to maintain eye contact with him while he looked at her in shock. Was that a slight blush on his cheeks? No, couldn’t be...well maybe. “H-how much alcohol have you had tonight Y/N?” he stuttered. Y/N was now staring at Slash’s mouth as she licked her lips. The gap between their lips was now merely centimeters. “None.” she whispered breathlessly as her lips ghosted over his. Just as Slash attempted to close the gap between them, Duff’s voice pierced the air. “Y/N!” He yelled from the middle of the room. “See ya.” she stated simply as she made her way to Duff. Slash couldn’t help but feel aggravated. He was so close to getting what he had wanted for so many years. “Hey duffles.” Y/N giggled at his clearly drunken state. “Okay okay okay listen to this..” He slurred. “Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got fine written all over you.” Duff laughed at himself which caused him to hiccup. The boys were like brothers to Y/N, but when they were drunk they sometimes flirted with her. She never did anything with them though. Y/N could feel Slash’s gaze on them and it kind of excited her knowing that he couldn’t look away. “Good one Duff.” she chuckled. She stood there as she listened to the rest of the stupidly silly pick up lines he had for her. “Hey Y/N?” “Yeah?” she stared at the blond as she waited for a response. “I’m really horny do you think we could…” he trailed off. Slash’s gaze was still on the two. His jaw clenched as he watched the bassist flirt with Y/N. Rage was building within him. It felt as if he had fire coursing through his veins. Though, what he wanted to do with that rage was different from anything he felt before. He didn’t want to yell at Duff or cuss him out. As ridiculous as it sounded he wanted to fuck her. It seemed as though his rage fueled something inside him. Something that would make Y/N forget all about Duff. Almost as if it was instinct, he stood up and began walking towards Y/N. “Duff, listen you’re drunk and-” she was cut off when Saul grabbed her arm and began dragging her with him. “Slash? What are you doing?” The guitarist didn’t bother

answering her question. His fist pounded on the rickety bathroom door before opening it. He slammed the door behind them and instantly attached his lips to Y/N’s. He lifted her so that she was sitting on the sink. “No panties huh?” He whispered as he slid his hand under her skirt. However before he could do anything Y/N grabbed his hand. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked even though she knew very well what he was doing. “Y/N please.” She was surprised by his words, but didn’t let it show. Y/N could feel Slash’s hard on pressed against her thigh. “Sorry babe but I’m not letting you fuck me in a stingy bathroom.” She teased. “Then where can I?” he asked desperately. “What about this Friday, my place, after school?” Slash’s eyes lit up. “Sure,” he said rather excitedly. She hopped down from her place on the sink and made her way towards the door. “You’re really gonna leave me with this huh?” he pointed to the obvious bulge in his pants. “I’m sure you can manage.” she laughed before walking out the door. He sighed in defeat...this is gonna be a long night.

𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐜𝐮𝐳 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫? 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨

Love You More (Axl Rose x Reader)

*pic not mine, found on pinterest, credit to owner*

Y/N’s POV:

I woke up to little kisses on my face. My eyes flickered open to see Axl above me. “Ax?” I was soon met with his emerald looking eyes. “Happy birthday baby girl.” He whispered before leaving a soft kiss on my lips. “Thanks babe.” I yawned and rubbed my eyes. “What time is it?” I asked, tiredness relevant in my voice. “10:30.” I sat up in bed immediately. “Shit I’m gonna be late for work!” Axl laughed a bit, “No no...you’re not going to work today babe it’s your birthday. I already called the diner.” I turned around to look at him. “Axl.” I whined. “Come on baby, it's your birthday!” I smiled a little and sat back down on the bed. “Fine….you’re lucky I love you.” I joked as I rested my head on his shoulder. “Trust me I know.” I giggled and looked up at him. “So what are we doing all day? Sitting around?” He smiled sweetly before placing a kiss on my forehead. “The guys are coming over later to hang out. Is that okay?” I nodded my head and hummed in content. “I made you breakfast.” I looked up at him and raised my eyebrows. “Since when did you become a cook?” He playfully rolled his eyes. “I’m not saying it’s good. I’m just saying it’s breakfast.” I laughed and gave him a kiss on my cheek. “Will you give me a piggyback ride downstairs?” He looked at me and smirked. “What are you eleven?” “Out of ten yes.” He shook his head and stood up. “Hop on.” That’s exactly what I did. He carried me down the stairs and to the kitchen table. I sat in my chair and watched as he brought me a plate from the kitchen. On it was eggs and toast. “Aw thanks babe.” He smiled and sat down next to me. “Remember, I said it might not be the best so don’t judge.” I laughed slightly and took a bite. It was surprisingly good. “It’s good.” He looked a little shocked. “Really? Well that’s surprising. Uh cool I guess.” The rest of breakfast went well. We talked for a while about random things. He told me about how he couldn’t wait for tonight. “Why?” Axl looked at me confused. “Why what?” I rolled my eyes. “Why can’t you wait for tonight?” It looked as if a light bulb went off inside his head. “Oh uh...no reason just ya know...the guys are coming over and all…” I noticed a change in how Axl was acting. He was acting differently...almost...nervous? “You done with your food?” He picked up my plate and walked it to the sink. “Y/N honey, why don’t you go um….I don’t know...get ready for when the boys get here?” I looked at him suspiciously, “Alright” I walked up the stairs and to our room. What is with him today? I didn’t care much about what I wore around the guys. They were basically my best friends. I slipped on some jeans and an oversized Guns N’ Roses t-shirt. It was probably Axl’s since it smelled of his cologne. I walked back down the stairs to see Axl on the phone. “Yeah I don’t know dude.” He whispered. “Axl? Who are you on the phone with?” Axl turned around and started fumbling with the telephone. “Yeah uh see you later Iz.” He hung up the phone and jogged over to me. “How much of that did you hear?” I furrowed my brow. “Um, barely anything, why?” He shook his head. “No reason. Let’s go watch some movies, you wanna?” “Okay.” I said hesitantly.

˜”*°•.˜”*°• time skip •°*”˜.•°*”˜

“Did we really just spend the entire day watching movies?” Axl yawned and looked at the clock on the wall. “Guess so. The guys should be here soon.” He stood up and walked into the kitchen. “Alright.” as if on cue the doorbell wrung. “I’ll get it.” I yelled before walking over to the door. “Y/N! Happy birthday!” Duff said as he walked into the house. “Thanks Duff.” I gave him a hug before letting the rest of the boys in. All of the boys, except Steven, walked into the kitchen with Axl. I walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Steven was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. “Do you know why Axl is acting so weird today?” He smiled and looked at me. “No clue.” He knows. “Oh okay so this is just something that you guys are hiding from me, is that it?” He laughed and his smile grew wider. “I told you Y/N I don’t know.” He raised his hands in surrender. I rolled my eyes playfully and threw a small pillow at him which, thankfully, he caught. That’s when Axl and the other boys walked into the living room. “Alright time for presents!” Slash declared as he sat on the couch next to me. “Really? You got me something?” The boys looked at me and then each other before laughing. “You’re our friend Y/N. Of course we all got you something.” Izzy said as he sat on a chair next to Steven. Axl walked over to me and sat on the side of the couch. Slash pulled a small white box out of a bag. The box was wrapped with a white, sparkly bow. “I didn’t really know what to get you but...here.” He handed me the box and I smiled at him. I carefully untied the bow and sat it down. Once I took the top of the box I couldn’t help but let out a little gasp. Inside were a pair of beautiful pearl earrings. “Oh my god. Thank you so much Slash.” I leaned over and gave him a small hug. “I know you said once that you liked them when we all went shopping.” I laughed a little bit. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.” “I’m next!” I turned my head to see Steven handing me a bag. “Thanks Stevie.” He smiled as he watched me open the bag. Inside was a big stuffed animal pug. “Steven! I love it!” I laughed a little as I held the plush. “Well ya know you can’t afford a dog so this is the next best thing.” I smiled and looked at him, “It is Steven...thank you.” It took almost five minutes just for Izzy and Duff to figure out who would give me their gift first. Izzy had gotten me a bottle of wine and some condoms….well...practical. Duff got me a bottle of vodka and some candy. “I didn’t know what else to get you.” He laughed nervously. “It’s perfect Duff. Thank you.” After presents were done I looked at Axl. “Okay Y/N um so I have kind of a big present for you…” he trailed off. I looked at all of the boys to see their eyes were on us. “Okay?” I laughed a little bit. I think everyone could tell I was nervous. Axl stood so that he was in front of me before grabbing my hand and sinking to one knee. This isn’t real. Is it? He pulled out a small black box and opened it to reveal a ring. “Y/N before I met you I didn’t know what love was. You showed me what happiness is. The last five years of my life have been the best I ever had and I can’t imagine my life without you. Y/N Y/L/N will you marry me?” I could feel tears falling down my face as he spoke. “Yes. Yes of course.” Axl smiled at me and placed the ring on my finger. He hugged me tightly and the boys started clapping. I looked him in the eyes before kissing him passionately. After breaking away I looked at him, “I love you so much.” He smiled and pecked my lips, “I love you more.”

Thanks for reading! Requests are open (just a reminder). I know this is really cheesy so um...yeah. Anyways have a good day/night and remember you are beautiful

Self Defense (Axl Rose x *sister!* Reader)

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Self Defense

Axl Rose x (sister!) reader

Fluff/sad??

WARNINGS: profanities, mentions of sexual interaction, (Idk if this counts as sexual harassment??...)

Word Count:1,329

Requested by: @foxinaforestofstars

“Hi there! I love your writing! I was wondering if I could request a fic where reader is Axl's little sister and under his guardianship. Her school calls because she punched a boy for tugging her bra straps and pulling up her skirt. The principal is about to punish her but Axl (maybe having brought the rest of the band, up to you) goes off at them because how dare they try to punish his little sister for defending herself? Thanks in advance”

I tried my best on this! Hope you liked it! Thanks so much for requesting!!

(btw sorry it took so long for me to post!)

Y/N’s POV:

I was completely convinced that the last period of the day was the worst. When the bell rang I was practically thanking God. I picked up my books and walked to the hallway. Sadly, my school had our lockers outdoors. I didn’t enjoy it much when the heat was absolutely horrible like today. I walked out the doors of the school and to my locker. I was just thankful that I got to go home. Axl told me that the band would be over when I got home from school so I was pretty excited. I liked the guys in the band. They made me feel like I was part of their friend group rather than just the ‘little sister’. I closed my locker when I heard a voice from behind me. “Where ya goin princess?” I rolled my eyes and turned around. Of course it’s Jason. Jason was the biggest player in my grade, not to mention he was mean to almost everyone. “That’s Y/N to you, and I’m going home. If you’d excuse me.” I tried walking by him but he put his arm out to stop me. “What do you want Jason?” He smirked at me and put his hands on my shoulders. I felt my back hit the cold metal of the lockers as he pushed me up against them. “You know what I want Y/N.” I tried to free myself from his grip, but he was stronger. “Jason I told you before I’m not sleeping with you or going out with you or doing anything with you!” I shouted as I continued to struggle out of his hold. “Y/N I don’t understand. All the other girls in our grade say I’m the best there is.” He slid his hand under my t-shirt sleeve and started playing with my bra strap. “Jason, stop! I told you I don’t wanna do that!” Anger was growing inside of me. As much as I hated to admit it I was scared. “Come on Y/N! Your brother doesn't have to know...no one has to know.” His other hand trailed down my side until it reached my thigh. My legs weren’t covered since I was wearing a skirt, and I could feel his touch lingering on me. “I will know Jason. Please stop. Please? Don’t be a jerk.” I tried to reason with him but it seemed to make him more upset. “I’m not a jerk Y/N. I just know what I want and I know you’re the only one who can give it to me.” I felt his hand slip under my skirt and pull it up. “What the hell?!” I yelled. My initial reaction was to punch him...so that’s what I did. I heard a nasty cracking sound and looked up to see Jason holding his nose. “Why did you hit me?!” He yelled. That’s when I heard the door to the school open. I looked over to see my teacher, Mr. Brown, walking towards us. I ran to him as fast as I could, “Mr. Brown! Please help me. Jason was just harassing me. He was-” I was cut off when Jason yelled, “She hit me!” I glared at him and turned back to Mr. Brown. “Y/N is this true?” There was no way I could lie. His nose was bleeding for God sake. “Yes, but Mr. Brown he literally lifted my skirt up aren’t I supposed to defend myself someho-” I was cut off again, this time by Mr. Brown. “Y/N that is not acceptable behavior. I need you to go to the principal's office immediately. You have been assigned detention.” My eyes went wide with shock. “This wasn’t even in school!” He glared at me, “It was on school property. Now go to the principal's office!” He shouted. I scurried into the school and made my way to the principal’s office. Wait till Axl hears about this.

Axl’s POV:

I was standing in the kitchen talking to Duff when the phone rang. I groaned and made my way to the phone. “Hello?” I was shocked when I heard Y/N’s teacher’s voice on the other end. “Hello Mr. Rose? Y/N will be staying after school today, she has detention.” I had to stop my jaw from dropping. Y/N was a good student, I knew that. “May I ask why she has detention?” I heard the teacher sigh before responding, “She punched a boy in the face.” My eyes went wide and I tried to hold back a giggle. Like sister like brother huh? “Well she must have had a good reason to.” The teacher scoffed at my response. “Mr. Rose there is no good reason to punch someone in the face. Now if you must know, she said the boy harassed her. I think she’s being overly dramatic. Anyways she won’t be home for another two hours. Have a good day, goodbye.” He hung up the phone and it took everything in me not to break it. “Who was that?” Duff mumbled before putting a cigarette in his mouth. “That was Y/N’s school. She got detention.” Duff looked confused. “Why would she get detention? She’s a great kid.” By this point the rest of the boys had come into the kitchen to see what was happening. “What’s going on?” Izzy questioned. “Y/N got detention for defending herself. She punched some boy because he was harassing her and now the school is saying it wasn’t justified.” Anger was now relevant on their faces. “Let’s go.” I headed for the door and the boys followed close behind. We all piled into the car and I sped to the school. I was clutching the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles were turning white. When we arrived at the school I hurriedly got out of the car and slammed the door. My anger was growing with each step I took. I told the boys to wait outside since I didn’t want us to get into more trouble than necessary. When I walked into the building I saw Y/N sitting in an office in front of a desk. I rushed over to the room and opened the door. “Hello Mr. Rose. How can I help you?” Y/N’s principal was sitting at his desk. “Don’t ‘Hi Mr. Rose’ me. Why is my sister here?” He sighed and sat back in his chair. I turned to look at Y/N. “Are you okay sis? What did that guy do to you?” For once in my life I saw something in her eyes that I didn’t see normally. I saw fear. I’m gonna kill that fucking guy. “He was messing with my bra straps and stuff and he uh...he pulled up my skirt.” She looked at the floor as if she was ashamed to be telling me. I clenched my jaw as I turned to her principal. “How dare you!” I yelled. I could tell her principal was a bit shaken up by the loudness of my voice. “Mr. Rose, she punched him..” He mumbled. “How dare you try to punish my little sister for defending herself?!” I yelled again. I watched as her principal nodded his head slowly. “I guess I didn’t realize it was um...that serious.” I shook my head in disapproval as I grabbed Y/N’s arm. “Come on, let's go.” She grabbed her backpack and followed me. When we got outside the boys were relieved to see Y/N was with me. “You’re not going back to school.” Y/N looked up at me amused. “What?” She laughed. “You heard me. You’re not going back to school.” She smirked at me. “Yeah sure we’ll see about that.” I laughed and smiled at her. Once we were in the car I looked over at her, “No but seriously if I see that kid? I’m killing him.” She laughed and shook her head.

Hello! Second post of the night! Anyways thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed. Have a good day/night and remember you are beautiful! <3 :)

The Moaning Contest (Group x Reader/ Duff McKagan x Reader)

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The Moaning Contest

Group x Reader / Duff McKagan x Reader

Smut/Sad???

WARNINGS: profanities, sexual content, alcohol use

Word Count:1,633

Requested by: @mckaganjams

“hey can i request an x reader with duff where they are playing a game to see who can make the reader moan the loudest?? i feel like it would be super interesting 🥰 (technically it’s a whole group x reader but maybe a duff ending?) xx”

I know this is a bit different than what you requested so I hope that’s okay! I just did what I thought went best with the imagine. Thank you so much for requesting!! I hope this was okay! (btw sorry it took so long for me to post!)

Y/N’s POV:

The microwave beeped and I was snapped out of my daydream. I opened the microwave door and took out the popcorn. The boys had come over tonight to watch movies and hang out. I was going to relax by myself, but then they showed up and I couldn’t tell them no. They had brought a pack of beer with them as what they called a ‘thank you’. I laughed to myself as I walked into the living room with a bowl of popcorn. As I was walking in I heard Slash speaking, “I’ll bet you twenty bucks I can-” He stopped talking when Axl pointed to me. I raised my brow with confusion but Axl looked away. I sat down on the floor next to Steven. I leaned over to him and whispered in his ear, “What were they talking about?” His eyes widened and he looked down. “Uhm..” He scratched the back of his neck, “nothing..don’t worry about it.” I rolled my eyes. “Stevie you can tell me ya know.” He looked at me then back at Axl and Slash. “No I can’t Y/N...sorry.” I smirked. “Alright since you won’t tell me..” I looked over at Izzy. He noticed what I was doing and raised his hands in defense. “I ain’t telling you either Y/N” I huffed and turned around. “So which one of you is gonna tell me why you’re acting weird all of a sudden?” “Well the boys just had an idea.” I turned my head to see Duff smiling at me devilishly. What now? “Alright. What’s the idea?” Axl shifted uncomfortably on the couch and Slash started twiddling his thumbs. “They wanna see which of us can make you moan the loudest.” Instantly I felt my face heat up and I knew I was blushing. “But you guys a-are my uh..m-my friends” My eyes darted between the boys as I swallowed nervously. “It uh...it was just a thought Y/N. None of us like you..uh..like that.” Axl spoke up. I don’t know if it was the beer, or simply the fact that I was bored, but I decided to agree. “Alright.” Slash’s head shot up and he began staring at me. “Alright? You sure I mean we were just jo-” “Yes Slash. Like Axl said it was just a thought. None of us like each other like that. Right?” He nodded his head and a sly smile crept onto his face. “Alright I’m going first.” Axl said. Well that was fast. “Uh sure.” I felt a little nervous, I couldn’t lie. The last time I was intimate with someone was months ago. I had started debating if I should pick up a random guy at a bar for a night. My better judgment told me not to but I wasn’t sure anymore. Axl was now standing in front of me and reached out his hand. I took his hand and followed him to a chair in the middle of the room. “Sit.” I followed his directions and sat in the chair. It wasn’t comfortable. It was a cold, hard, wooden chair. Why do I even have this in here? I watched as Axl sank to his knees in front of me. “Uhm wait….we’re doing this here? But...they’re all watching.” I whispered the last part and Axl laughed. He turned his gaze to the boys, “Ya hear that guys? She’s shy.” I slapped his arm lightly and he looked at me again, rolling his eyes this time. “It’s fine princess we aren’t paying attention.” Steven said. I nodded my head and my attention went back to Axl. “Alright. You sure you wanna do this right?” He whispered. “Yeah I-I’m sure.” He smiled and nodded his head ‘okay’. My palms became a little sweaty and I could feel the blush on my cheeks grow as Axl slowly pulled down my jean shorts. This is actually happening. His fingers brushed my hips as he slid my panties down my legs. I could feel the other guy's eyes on me which just made me even more nervous. I looked up and saw that the only person not looking at me was Duff. He was staring daggers at Axl. Why is he so mad? I didn’t have long to contemplate the matter before I felt Axl’s hands spreading my legs apart. He looked up at me deviously before kissing the insides of my thighs. I gasped when I felt his tongue softly swipe across my clit. Whimpers and gasps were leaving my mouth as if my life depended on it. A loud, pornographic moan escaped my lips when he began softly sucking me. I threw my head back at the sensation before I heard Slash speak up. He cleared his throat, “Ax?” Axl pulled away from me

and looked at Slash. The hand motion Slash made signaled for Axl to hurry up. I giggled a little bit when I heard Axl groan. “Fine.” Axl walked back to the couch and I found myself suddenly very uncomfortable with my nudity. I crossed my legs to prevent anyone from looking, but that didn’t last long when Slash came up to me and spread them apart again. Slash didn’t waste any time. He instantly began rubbing my clit causing a string of whimpers to leave my lips. He used two fingers to touch the wetness in between my legs before sliding in. He began pumping them into me, repeatedly hitting my g-spot. I was a moaning mess as my eyes screwed shut and I, once again, threw my head back. I felt my release wash over me and I moaned loudly as I gripped his hair. “Slash!” I moaned as I finished. He pulled his fingers out of me slowly before standing up and looking at me. I looked over to see the other guys were wide eyed. Duff stood up and walked into the kitchen. What’s with him today? “Uh...here” Steven handed me a box of tissues and I laughed nervously as I smiled at him. “Thanks.” I mumbled before cleaning myself up. I quickly put on my underwear and shorts before looking at Steven and Izzy. “Give me a little bit guys I uh...I gotta check on something.” They nodded their heads and began conversating as I snuck away to the kitchen. I found Duff downing a bottle of vodka and...crying? What the hell? “Hey Duff?” He jumped, obviously startled by my presence, before hurriedly wiping his tears away. “Hey Y/N. What’s wrong? Aren’t you supposed to be in there with those ass holes?” His gaze was on the floor, but I turned his head so he was looking at me. “What’s wrong Duff?” He rolled his eyes and groaned. “Isn’t it obvious?” I tried to think of every reason why he might be upset, but I came up with nothing. “Um..no? I’m sorry. It isn’t your birthday is it? No it’s not February.” “Y/N it killed me watching those guys do that to you.” I couldn’t believe what I heard. Why would he care? There's no way he likes me. I had liked him for longer than I could remember. “Wh-what? Why? It’s not like you-” “I like you Y/N!” His voice was louder, but he didn’t yell. “I know you’ll never like me that’s why I was in here crying like a fucking ten year old.” He mumbled. “I like you too Duff. For the longest time.” He looked at me and smiled, “Really?” I rolled my eyes playfully, “Yes.”

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Axl’s POV:

I was sitting on the couch with Slash, listening to Izzy and Steven argue about what instrument was the best. “Where the fuck did Y/N and Duff go? I wanna find out who gets the twenty dollars you bet.” Slash looked at me and smirked. “Didn’t you hear her? I definitely won.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah alright whatever you say. I’m going to find her.” He nodded and I got up to go look for her. I checked the kitchen, but she wasn’t there. I did find something though. Y/N’s shirt. What the fuck? I walked back into the living room with Y/N’s shirt hanging on my pointer finger. “Why the hell was this in the kitchen?” The guys looked at me and furrowed their eyebrows. “Uhm...I don’t know.” Steven said quietly. “You don’t think Duff and Y/N…” Izzy trailed off. “Let’s go find out.” All three of the guys followed me up the stairs. As we got closer to the bedroom door we heard moaning. There were also pieces of clothing leading to the door. “Okay yeah time to turn around.” Steven tried walking away but Slash kept him with us. I slowly turned the door knob and inched the door open. On the bed were Duff and Y/N...having sex. I looked back at the boys and smirked. “Axl don’t” Izzy whisper-yelled. “Don’t what?” I whispered back. “Don’t do what I know you’re about to do.” I shrugged and turned my head away from him. “Enjoying yourselves?” I said quite loudly. Duff got off of Y/N and covered them with a blanket. Y/N’s face went completely red and her eyes were wide. “What the fuck Axl?!” Duff yelled. Slash pushed open the door a little more and looked at Y/N. “Forget something?” He asked jokingly as he held up Y/N’s bra. She covered her face with the covers and Slash laughed. I started walking out the door before turning around and looking at Duff. “By the way Duff, you win the twenty bucks. I could hear her from all the way downstairs!”

hEy. So I know I haven’t posted in a while...heh sorry. I will try to post more frequently!! As always have a great day/night and remember YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! <3 :)

Handcuffed (Izzy Stradlin)

(Picture not mine, found on pinterest. *credit to owner*)

Handcuffed

Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Smut

WARNINGS: profanities, sexual content

Word Count: 1,225

Y/N’s POV:

I was sitting on my bed watching tv when I heard the door to the living room open. “Iz?” I yelled as I turned off the tv. Within a few seconds Izzy was walking into our bedroom. “Hey babe.” Izzy smiled at me and sat on the bed. He sat a small white plastic bag on the bed in between us, I looked up at him and raised my eyebrows. “What’s that?” I motioned towards the bag and Izzy’s lips turned into a smirk. “So I really wanted to try something, but we don’t have to if you're not comfortable with it.” He looked at me with a look of seriousness as he sat his hand on my knee. A look of confusion washed over my face as I began to speak, “Okay,” I dragged out the word with uncertainty. “what is it?” Izzy removed his hand from my knee and began rummaging through the bag. He tossed a box of condoms onto the bed beside him as he continued searching the bag. So it was that kind of something. I waited with anticipation as he looked for the item. After a few more seconds of Izzy shuffling the items in the bag he pulled out black, fuzzy handcuffs. Oh my god. My heartbeat felt like it was beating the fastest it’s ever been. Izzy looked up at me and then back down at the cuffs in his hands. “Um so I guess I never asked you but..how do you feel about bondage?” I cleared my throat and tried to seem normal as I spoke. “Um well…” I tried to form a sentence in my head, I was extremely caught off guard. “Well I’ve never tried it before but….I’m willing to try it.” Izzy’s face lit up and I smiled at him. Izzy leaned forward and hugged me tightly before he began leaving kisses on my neck. Damn he was quick. I laughed to myself as I laid back on the bed. Izzy never broke the connection of his lips to my neck as we changed our position. He was wearing a button up shirt that, quite frankly, didn’t have many of the buttons done. I slid my hand down his bare chest until I reached the few buttons that he had done. Slowly I began unbuttoning his shirt before it was completely undone. Izzy moved his arms so that I could slide it completely off of him. Once the shirt was off I tossed it onto the floor next to us. Izzy looked me in the eyes and smiled seductively. God how I loved that smile. Izzy’s hands made their way under my shirt as he rubbed circles into my skin with his thumbs. “You ready princess?” He whispered in a low tone. I swallowed nervously and shook my head. Izzy chuckled lowly and climbed off of the bed. The bag was now sitting on the carpeted floor. Izzy grabbed the handcuffs and made his way to me. His eyes were dark and full of lust as he helped me remove my shirt. His soft fingertips trailed over my arms until he reached my wrists. He lifted my arms above my head as he attached my hands to the headboard with the cuffs. As he was backing away from me he stopped to whisper in my ear, “I want you to tell me if at any point you're uncomfortable okay?” I smiled at him “Yes Izzy I know.” “Good.” I watched as Izzy crawled in between my legs. An excitement was building inside of me at the sight. Izzy began leaving small kisses on my thighs. I was wearing an old pair of gym shorts that I usually slept in. Izzy tugged at the elastic waistband, pulling the shorts away from my hips. He then slid them down my legs and threw them so they joined his shirt on the floor. He placed a few soft kisses on top of my panties, he then took hold of my underwear as he slid them down my legs torturingly slow. To my surprise, Izzy crawls up to me so we are face to face. I watch as he dips his hand lower and begins rubbing my wet slit. “You’re so fucking wet.” Wanting to create more friction, I bucked my hips. “You like that babygirl?” He knew very well that I liked it, he just wanted to hear me say it. “Yes...God yes Izzy don’t stop.” I breathlessly moan. A light chuckle leaves his lips as he stops. Fucking hell. Izzy left a trail of kisses down my body as he inched closer to the place I needed him most. He teasingly sucked at the skin on my thigh, leaving a few marks. “Izzy please.” I quietly pleaded. “Eager are we?” Izzy smirked devilishly as he peered at me

through his lashes. I rolled my eyes and threw my head onto my pillow. Then I felt Izzy kiss my clit. I lifted my head off the pillow to see Izzy lick my clit before sucking it. “I-Izzy” I moaned as his tongue worked wonders on my pussy. His tongue ran a long stripe up my slit before inserting it inside me. “Fuck” I moaned loudly. The pleasure I was experiencing was overwhelming. “I-I’m so close” I moaned breathlessly. Izzy nipped at my clit lightly but soon soothed the pain with his tongue. I felt a feeling of euphoria wash over me as he made me cum with a loud moan. Izzy smirks and moves to kiss me on the lips, and I could taste myself on his lips. He broke the kiss and began kissing down my jaw until he reached my neck. I moaned lightly when he sucked at my sweet spot. He made his way off the bed and fumbled with his belt. I watched as he slid his jeans and underwear off of his legs and let them pool at his feet before stepping out of them. He made his way back to me and straddled my lap. He pressed his tip to my entrance and rubbed it up and down a few times. He slowly slid in. I moaned and closed my eyes. “You’re so fucking tight.” He groaned. My moans got louder as he picked up his pace. Izzy reaches down and begins rubbing my clit. The room was now filled with the sound of me moaning Izzy’s name repeatedly. I felt my walls clench around Izzy and I could tell he was on the edge. “Fucking cum for me Izzy.” His face contorted in pleasure as his warm cum spilled into me. He slowed his pace, allowing us to ride out our orgasms. Izzy pulled out and crawled up to me. He carefully removed my wrists from the handcuffs and took my hands in his. “Are you okay baby? I didn’t hurt you did I? You would have told me if I did?” I smiled at his concern. “I’m alright baby.” Izzy placed soft, sweet kisses to my wrists before laying down behind me. He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. “I love you so much Y/N.” Izzy mumbled as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. “I love you more.” I whispered before closing my eyes and sighing in contentment.

Hello! Thanks for reading this imagine. I just wanted to say really quickly that I know I had kind of been going in order of who I do imagines for, if that makes sense. (For example after I would do a Duff one I would always do a Slash one) Just wanted to tell y’all that I’m not gonna be doing that anymore. I don’t know if any of you noticed or cared, but I thought I’d just mention it. This imagine was probably the most I talked about smut so I hope you like it! Have a good day/night! :)

The Party (Duff McKagan)

The Party

Duff McKagan x Reader

Smut

WARNINGS: profanities, sexual content, alcohol use, mentions of drug use, bullying

Word Count: 2,147 (this is longer than most lol)

Requested by: @mckaganjams

“Hey can i request an x reader with duff during a truth or dare game? And the reader is super bold and maybe some smut included if you want ;))”

I tried my best! Hope you like it!! :)

Y/N’s POV:

“No Slash really I don’t want to.” “Oh come on Y/N! It will be fun I promise. You never come to parties, come on.” I rolled my eyes at the guitarist. There was a party being held at Steven’s house tonight and Slash had been begging me to come. As much as I loved hanging out with the boys I hated going to parties. They were always filled with drugs, sex, and alcohol. I guess that was to be expected though. “You know I hate going to those parties!” Slash looked at me and his shoulders dropped. “Please Y/N?” I tried to pry my gaze away from his pleading eyes, but I couldn’t. “Fine.” I was startled when Slash suddenly hugged me. “Thank you.” I squirmed out of his embrace. “You’re welcome, you weirdo.” Slash smiled at me and began walking away. “You better get ready!” He yelled as his feet carried him further into the distance. I huffed. I was standing outside of my small house on the porch. It was already eight o’clock and I was just getting ready to relax when Slash came knocking on my door. If I’m being honest I’m not very social. Social gatherings are usually hard for me unless I have alcohol in my system. Then I can usually relax a little and talk to people. I walked into my bedroom and opened my light brown closet doors. “Back of the closet.” I mumbled as I began searching for an outfit. All of my ‘nicer’ clothes were in the back since I didn’t wear them often. I picked up a black skirt and studied it. It had been forever since I wore that skirt. Oh well. I threw the skirt onto my bed and began searching for a shirt. I wanted my outfit to be plain and simple. I found a white cropped tank top and shrugged. It will work. I walked over to my bed and began putting on the outfit. I turned to look in the mirror. Did this skirt get smaller or did I get taller? Either way the skirt was shorter than I had remembered. Whatever. I walked into my living room and grabbed my purse. I didn’t worry much about makeup tonight. I didn’t wanna go so why should I worry about impressing these people? Then I heard the phone ring. “Hello?” “Hey Y/N, we’re gonna head over to your house now okay?” It was Axl’s voice on the other end. “We?” I questioned. “Yeah me and the guys are picking you up for the party. Alright see you in a few.” He hung up the phone and I took a seat on my couch as I waited for them to arrive.

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A yawn escaped my lips as I heard honking of a car outside. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. I opened the door to the backseat to see Duff. I sat in the seat beside him and shut my door. “Where’s Stevie?” Axl was sitting in the passenger’s seat and looked back at me. “Uhm..his house. Ya know where the party is?” He talked to me like I was in preschool. “Right. Thanks.” The ride to Steven’s house was silent, but it wasn’t awkward. It was a nice silence. We pulled into the driveway and I could have sworn there was a rampage. No, it wasn’t a rampage, it was a herd of women. They were all trying desperately to get within feet of Axl and I could already tell this had been a mistake. I tried to stay close to Slash and Duff but soon they were taken away by women as well. I walked into Steven’s house and found the kitchen. There were many different types of alcohol on the counter, but I settled for a beer. I walked into the living room and sat in the corner on a chair. I watched as people had the time of their lives. I really didn’t understand why people found this all enjoyable. The next day they would just be throwing up with no memory of what happened. My thoughts were interrupted by a figure that stood in front of me. I looked up to meet the strangers eyes and realized it was no stranger at all, it was Slash. “Y/N I can tell you're not enjoying yourself.” “It’s fine Slash.” “No no no I want you to enjoy yourself. Come on, let's see what kind of game we can get you involved in.” Game? Where was I? A middle school birthday party? That’s when I realized what kind of game he was talking about. “No Slash I don’t think that’s-” I was caught off guard when Slash grabbed my wrist and began pulling me into a room with many people. In the center of the carpeted floor sat a few people in a circle. Slash gestured towards them with his hand. “Well,” He looked at me, “take a seat.” I rolled my eyes but nonetheless followed his orders. I took a seat next to Duff who was also sitting in the circle. I looked around and saw that the only people in the circle were Axl, Slash, Steven, and random women. Great. Axl and Slash were being hung on by several women and I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. “Alright uh let’s start the game.” Steven was the first to speak. “Alright I’ll start.” A lady with long wavy brown hair said. “Um ok Axl truth or dare?” She bit her lip and twirled her hair and I felt as if I would puke. The amount of similarities between her and a Malibu Barbie were giving me a headache. I just wanted to leave. After a few rounds of truth or dare, basically just women daring Axl, Slash, and even Steven to do sexual things with them, I was ready to go. They had dared Duff a couple times but he said he wasn’t into that kinda thing. Surprising. I stood up to leave when I heard Steven calling my name. “Y/N where are you going?” I turned around. Before I could say anything Slash was already speaking up. “Why don’t we ask Y/N?” He wasn’t directly asking anyone but a lady with blonde hair and blue eyes, the classic duo, spoke up. “She would probably just be lame and choose truth.” Something about the look she gave me made my blood boil. “Don’t make assumptions, blondie.” The lady cocked her head at me and gave me the rudest expression she could. “Fine. Truth or dare?” I took my seat next to Duff again and smirked wickedly. “Dare.” The lady rolled her eyes and looked at her friend sitting beside her. They began whispering and I could feel my palms begin to get sweaty. No backing down now. The ladies turned their heads towards me once again. “I dare you to make Duff hard.” My eyes must have widened slightly but I kept my composure. I was about to respond but a brown eyed girl that was sitting next to Steven caught my attention. “She would never do that. She’s just an innocent little girl. Plus, Duff wouldn’t want to anyways,” She motioned her hands towards the blonde bassist, “he has been turning all three of us down the entire night. Why would he want someone like her?” Now she was looking at the other two girls. All three of them

were laughing. “Okay that’s enough.” I looked over to see Axl standing up. “All three of you, out!” He pointed at the door as he shouted at the girls. The panicked expression on the girl’s faces were priceless as they scurried out the door. Axl walked out the door and as it shut I could hear him yelling at everyone to get out. Steven waved for Slash to follow him and they both walked out of the room as well. Well that was interesting. I looked at Duff and smiled. Duff looked at me, “Listen you don’t have to-” I cut him off, “No a dare is a dare. I’m doing it.” Duff’s eyes went wide and his lips soon formed a smirk. “I’d like to see you try.” I moved so that I was straddling him, “I’m not going to have to try very hard I don’t think.” Duff bit his lip and I could feel my heart starting to beat a bit rapidly. I had liked Duff for the longest time and being in the situation I was in at the moment made me nervous. As nervous and anxious as I felt inside I didn’t wanna let him know it so I acted confident. Confidence was key. Right? I leaned in so my lips were by his ear and bit his earlobe softly. “This is gonna be a walk in the park.” I whispered in his ear as I began kissing down his neck. I pulled away and looked him in the eyes as I let my hand graze over his chest. I slowly rocked my hips a tiny bit, giving just enough friction to drive both him and I insane. I kept eye contact with him the entire time. I reached my hand towards my shoulder and with a flicking motion moved the strap of my tank top so that it fell off of my shoulder. My bra strap was now exposed and I looked back at the slightly blushing Duff. “Oops.” I said even though it was clearly not an accident. Since I was straddling him I could feel that a bulge was growing in his pants. I smirked at Duff and got off of him. I sat beside him again and laughed quietly. “Dare complete.” Duff couldn’t tell, but there was a hint of disappointment in my voice. Just when I thought Duff would speak he did something completely different. He grabbed my arm and started pulling me out of the room with him. We walked through the living room and passed the boys. “Hey Duff. What are you guys-” Slash’s voice was cut off by the sound of a door slamming. Duff had taken me to the bathroom? Why? I had no clue. “Why are we in the bathroom? It smells disgusting in here and-” I was caught off guard when Duff pressed his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. When we pulled away from each other I looked at him with a confused expression. “What was..why did you..huh?” Duff smiled at me, “You did this,” he pointed to his pants, “now you’re gonna fix it.” My heart was beating louder than a drum, I was sure Duff could hear it. “I- Duff.” He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and speaking. “I’m sorry Y/N. I..I thought you felt the same um you don’t have to.” He looked down. I smirked. “No, no I want to.” Duff looked up and smirked. Just like that he was pulling down his pants. Alright. Here goes nothing. I shuffled a bit before sinking to my knees. Duff looked down at me and smirked. I slowly pulled down his boxers to reveal his rock hard cock leaking pre cum. I let my tongue run along his shaft until I was met with the tip of his cock. I took all that I could into my mouth. I formed a steady pace as the room filled with Duff’s moans. “Fucking hell” he hissed. I looked up through my eyelashes to see Duff with his head thrown back. His teeth were tugging at the skin of his bottom lip and his eyes were closed. He tangled his hands in my hair and pulled me closer. “Damn it” he grunted. Now almost all of his cock was in my mouth and I felt the slightest bit nauseated. I stayed in that position for a short period of time before he slowly removed his cock from my mouth. My tongue licked the velvety skin of his dick and I felt a warm liquid come out of it. The sticky liquid slid down my throat and I rose to my feet. I heard a knock on the door and Duff instantly started pulling his boxers and pants up. “I gotta go to the bathroom guys come on!” Steven yelled. I laughed a little and

opened the door. Duff and I walked into the living room and received odd looks from Slash and Axl. “Fucking hell.” Axl fake moaned. Duff flipped him off. “Well Y/N. Are you glad you came to the party?” I could tell Slash’s question was a joke, but I didn’t care. “It was great.” I said as I sat on the couch. Slash laughed, “Yeah I bet.”

Hello! Thank you for reading this imagine! I hope you liked it. Have a good day and remember you are beautiful! :) <3

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙉𝙀𝙍𝙎- 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 {𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬}

(𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐘/𝐍. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫? (𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐘/𝐍 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥) (𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) *𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝*)

~part one~ ~part two~

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

The rest of the time I spent at Izzy’s place was mostly filled with talk about the party. The boys seemed to be amused by the fact that I was gonna try to flirt with Slash. I couldn’t blame them honestly. The last time I tried flirting with someone it ended with Axl having a bloody nose. Long story. But that was years ago, and the boys didn’t know that I had done my fair share of things with guys. I never liked talking to Axl or the other boys about guys because of how overprotective they were. Especially Axl. He acted like he was my older brother or something. Every time I talked to a guy in front of him he would step in and tell them to get lost. I hated it, but I dealt with it. Once I had a boyfriend and it went fine until Axl found out. He interrogated the guy so much that he ended up breaking up with me. He said he ‘couldn’t deal with my controlling brother’. After that I decided I wouldn’t tell the boys about any of my relationships. It sucked because I couldn’t go to parties and talk to guys, let alone flirt with them. That’s when my friend Y/F/N started taking me to their parties. I had a friend that lived at a different school not too far away, so every time they would have a party, I went with them. Let’s just say I had two different reputations. To my school, neighborhood, and friends, I was the ‘Teacher’s pet’ that never did anything wrong. To Y/F/N’s school, and neighborhood, I was the girl that had a new boyfriend almost every night. Rumors spread about me that I was the ‘biggest tease’ of the neighborhood. I wasn’t proud of it, but it kinda just happened. In other words, I know what I’m doing when it comes to flirting. Once I heard a guy talking to his friend about me at a party. His exact words were, “Y/N is the biggest tease ever bro. She’ll make a guy rock hard and then leave him hanging.” I giggled thinking about the memory. As much as I didn’t love my reputation in Y/F/N’s town it was kind of nice to be known for something. Even though that’s not exactly what I would like to be known for. When I got home from Izzy’s place I immediately called Axl on the phone. “Hello?” “Hey Ax. I was just wondering...how am I supposed to sneak out to this party?” I did go to parties quite often, but I never had to sneak out. I would always tell my parents I was spending the night at Y/F/N’s place and they would let me go. “Alright so basically all you're gonna do is tell your parents you're coming to my house.” I rolled my eyes. “Axl they would never let me go to your house at night. You know that.” Axl sighed. “Why though? We’ve been friends for years. Do they not trust me or something?” “Axl can we not talk about that right now? Just help me think of how I’m gonna sneak out.” I twirled the coils of the telephone wire around my finger as I thought of a plan. “What about this..” I stopped twirling the cord and listened to Axl. “You lock your bedroom door every night right?” “Yeah” “Okay so basically what we will do is you’ll lock your bedroom door and then climb out your window once your parents are asleep.” It wasn’t like climbing out the window was a big deal, my bedroom was on the first floor. “But what about getting to the party?” “We’ll pick you up. We can park down the street a little bit so the lights don’t bother your mom and then we’ll pick you up. Is that alright?” I took a moment to consider the information. “Alright. Yeah that works. Thanks Ax. I gotta go now but I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Alright bye Y/N.” I put the phone down and laid on my bed. Now that that’s figured out. What am I gonna wear? I turned my head to look at my closet. If I was gonna get Slash’s attention I would have to wear something special. Even though I didn’t talk to Slash much I knew that he was the kind of guy that would never let a woman be the tease. I saw how he acted around other girls and almost the moment he realized they were trying to tease him he would move on to another. I didn’t know why. Maybe he didn’t like that he was ‘vulnerable’. Basically, if I wanted him to come to me then I needed to try a little harder than

usual. I was not about to beg him to be my partner. He would have to beg me. That’s just the way I was. I guess I was stubborn. Or selfish. I really didn’t know. I looked through my closet at the different clothes I would wear to parties. Most of them were things I bought when I was with Y/F/N. My mother would never let me buy the kinds of clothes I wore to parties. I didn’t understand why. Most of it was just crop tops and short skirts. I looked through my small collection of tops and skirts before deciding on the outfit I wanted. It was a small black tank top and over that was a long sleeve mesh shirt. I decided to pair it with a light tan mini skirt. I usually didn’t wear things like that. Usually I just wore a crop top with jean shorts, but this was different. I sat my clothing on my desk and got ready for bed. Tomorrow was going to be the day of the party. I felt slightly nervous, but also extremely excited. If what people in Y/F/N’s town said was true, this wouldn’t be too hard. Would it?

𝙷𝚎𝚢! 𝚂𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢! :)

The Phone Call (Duff McKagan)

The Phone Call

Duff McKagan x Reader

Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities

Word Count: 1,500+

Duff’s POV:

I stared at the ceiling as I listened to one of my favorite KISS records. Today was my day off, but Y/N had work almost all day. Y/N. The exact representation of perfect. She had everything anyone could ever want. A perfect smile, perfect eyes, perfect laugh, perfect everything. Y/N and I had only been dating three and a half months, but I knew I was in love. She didn’t know that. Neither of us had said I love you yet. I want to tell her, I guess I’m just nervous. It wasn’t that I doubted my love for her. I knew I loved her.

The feelings I had for her were like none I’ve had before. They were much stronger. Y/N made me realize what love is. I was nervous because of her reaction. What if she thinks I’m going too fast? I didn’t wanna tell her yet. Soon, but not yet. I sat up on my bed and rubbed my eyes. What time is it? I looked at my clock to see it was already 6:30 PM. I decided I would grab some dinner. Then an idea sparked in my head. Go to the diner Y/N works at for dinner. With that thought in my head I smiled and grabbed my jacket. I headed out the door excited that I would be seeing Y/N.

*time skip*

I opened the door to the diner. The small, gold bell that was attached to the top of the door chimed, and I walked to a small table in the back corner near the window. One of the girls that Y/N was waitressing with walked over to me and handed me a menu, without seeing who I was. “Hello my name is-” She stopped speaking when she looked up and saw me. “Duff! I’ll tell Y/N to cover your table.” She smiled and began walking away. “Wait!” I whisper-yelled. She turned around and looked at me with a questioning expression. “Don’t tell her I’m here though ok? I want it to be a surprise.” She laughed slightly and nodded her head before continuing to walk into the kitchen. I looked over the menu for a few minutes before I saw Y/N come out of the kitchen. I covered my face with the menu so she couldn’t see who I was. “Hello I’m Y/N and I will be your server today. Can I get you anything?” I found her annoyed voice amusing. I slowly put the menu down and her frown slowly turned into a smile. “You could start by having a good attitude.” She rolled her eyes, “You sound exactly like my mom.” She gave me a small hug before sitting down across from me. “What are you doing here?” I chuckled quietly. “Well...I was kinda just getting dinner, then I decided to come see you.” I sat my elbow on the table and rested my chin on my hand. “Oh well then I will take your order Mr?” I shook my head and smiled. “McKagan. Mr. Duff McKagan.” Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Duff huh? Well that is the weirdest name I have ever heard.” “You’re not getting a tip.” I said jokingly. Y/N and I continued to joke the entire time I was at the diner. Eventually my meal was finished and I had no excuse to stay except for Y/N. I tried procrastinating, but Y/N saw through it. “Duff I would love for you to stay, but the boss has told me a few times I need to pay more attention to work.” I sighed, “Alright. When does your shift end?” Y/N turned her head to look at the clock. “Half an hour. You can wait for me at my apartment if you want? We can just hang out when I’m done?” I smiled and hugged her. “That sounds amazing. Alright I’m gonna go over there. Love you” “Love you too.” With that I headed for Y/N’s apartment. It didn’t take me long to get there since she lived close to the diner she worked at. I kicked my boots off at the door and got beer out of the fridge. I checked to see if anything was on the television, but I eventually settled for MTV. After a few minutes of paying more attention to the window than the TV, I got bored. I walked into Y/N’s bedroom where her phone was and closed the door behind me. I picked it up and dialed Axl’s number. I fidgeted with the phone cord as I waited for him to pick up. “Hello?” “Hey Ax. What’s up?” I sat down on Y/N’s bed. “Not much Duff. Why’d you call? Do you need something?” I huffed at his question. “Can’t I call you to just talk?” “Yeah Duff sorry. Anyways how’s Y/N?” It felt like my heart literally fluttered from hearing her name. “Oh she’s great.” I said a little too enthusiastically. “Alright go ahead. Tell me.” I raised my eyebrows, “Tell you what?” Axl laughed on the other end. “Tell me how much you like her and all that sappy shit.” Now I laughed. “Alright. Well to start off she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.” “Uh huh” Axl’s voice sounded annoyed, but I didn’t care. “She just..I don’t fucking know Axl. She’s just different ya know? Like I wanna be with her all the time. She’s perfect. She has literally no flaws.” Axl scoffed. “Duff come on man we both know everyone has-” “Not her Ax.” I cut him off. “Yeah alright Duff, well good for you buddy. I’m gonna go.” “Axl no wait I..” my eyes darted around the floor. I needed to tell someone this. “You what man?” “I think..no..I know I’m in love with Y/N man.” I couldn’t see Axl but I knew he had a surprised expression on his face. In all the years I had been friends with Axl not once has he heard me tell a girl I love her. I know it sounds stupid, but I just never felt like I was ready. I never felt like I found the one. “Wow uh...well..that’s amazing Duff. Good

for you buddy. Listen, I hate to end this conversation but I have some things to get to.” I smirked, “You mean some women to get to?” “Fuck off.” Axl hung up. I laughed to myself as I laid back on Y/N’s bed.

Y/N’s POV:

“Goodnight guys!” I yelled as I walked out the door of the diner. Duff had left a while ago and I looked forward to coming home and seeing him. God I love that man. It was true that I loved him. I didn’t know how to tell him though. I got into my car and sat my purse in the passenger’s seat. The street lights illuminated the road as I drove to my apartment. When I opened the door I saw Duff’s boots sitting there. Aww. Why did I just aw at boots? I shrugged my shoulders and proceeded to say, “Baby I’m home!” I didn’t get a response so I came to the conclusion he couldn’t hear me. I took off my heels and walked over to my bedroom. I could hear talking inside, but the door was shut. Who is he talking to? I made sure I was quiet as I opened my bedroom door just enough for me to lean on the door frame. I watched as Duff sat on my phone talking to who I assumed to be one of the boys. “Axl no wait I..” I listened attentively to Duff’s words. “I think..no..I know I’m in love with Y/N man.” I felt my heartbeat quicken and the largest, goofiest, smile appeared on my lips. I was so caught up in thinking about what Duff had said that I didn’t notice he had gotten off the phone. Now he was laying on my bed staring at the ceiling. “Duff baby?” Duff’s head shot up and he looked at me. “Y/N! Oh uh you’re home already? Uh...how long have you been standing there?” The clear embarrassment on his face made me laugh slightly. “Long enough to hear you tell Axl you love me.” I looked down, “Is that true?” I now felt Duff’s arms wrap around me as he used his pointer finger to tilt my head upwards. “Yes. I didn’t want you to find out like this but...I do. I love you.” I looked into his eyes and instantly melted. “I love you too Duff.” I gave him a kiss on the lips. “Well, do you wanna watch a movie or something?” he said. I walked over to my bed and sat down. “Why I would love to Mr. Duff McKagan.” I said, trying to impersonate him. Duff rolled his eyes as he laughed. “That’s not gonna be a recurring nickname is it?” I nodded my head, “Oh most definitely.”

Hello! I hope you enjoyed this imagine! Thank you for reading! Have a great day and remember you are beautiful! :) <3

I Had The Right To Do That (Izzy Stradlin)

I Had The Right To Do That

Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Smut

WARNINGS: profanities, sexual content

Word Count: 1,134

Y/N’s POV:

I watched as the man in front of me took another swig of his beer. I hadn’t come to this party to find someone, but I guess that’s how it worked. One night stands weren’t my thing. If you knew me, you knew that. The guys are the ones that dragged me to this party in the first place, even though I didn’t want to go.

I always ended up alone at these things, but this time was different. This time I was talking to a man and he was actually a lot nicer than most. He didn’t act like he wanted to just get into my pants and leave. He acted genuinely interested in what I had to say and I couldn’t help but be impressed. “Well I’m gonna use the bathroom. I’ll be right back okay?” I smiled at the man and nodded my head. He then headed for the restroom. I stared off into the distance and thought of the man, then I felt someone sit next to me. I turned to see who it was and to my surprise, it was Izzy. “Hey Iz. What are you doing?” I looked over at Izzy to see an angered look on his face. His expression soon turned to a wolfish one though as he looked behind me. I turned my gaze behind me as well to see what he was looking at. That’s when I saw Chad, the man I was talking to, walking towards us. “Hi,” He waved shyly at Izzy. “Uh Y/N who is this?” Chad had a smile on his face, but I could tell he was at least slightly upset. “Hi. I’m her boyfriend.” Wide-eyed, I looked at Izzy. What the fuck did he just say he is?! My boyfriend? “What the fuck Y/N? Why did you tell me you’re single?!” Chad was now very visibly upset with me and I was very very upset with Izzy. “Chad, listen this isn’t-” “She felt bad for you.” I gave Izzy a death stare and ran out of the home. Once I was outside I began walking down the sidewalk. Where am I gonna go? It’s three in the morning. I can’t walk home alone. I stopped walking and decided the sidewalk would be a good place to sit. I was hugging my knees and my face was buried in my hands. I was so mad at Izzy. He was the only one I could go to, to talk about relationships and guys. Izzy knew how badly I wanted a relationship, and he knew that was my chance of getting one. My anger only built inside of me as I thought about what had happened a few minutes ago. “Y/N?” I lifted my head to see none other than Izzy Stradlin, standing there in his black skinny jeans. “What the fuck do you want asshole?” Izzy could tell I was being serious. He scratched the back of his neck and walked a bit closer to me. “Um...I had the right to do that.” I stood up immediately and walked towards Izzy. His eyes widened slightly but he stayed still. I pointed my finger at him as I spoke, “Listen to me Stradlin. You had no right to do that!” Izzy’s eyes were downcast as he spoke, “I was just being a good friend.” At this point my blood was boiling “A good friend?! Really Izzy? How many times have I told you I wanted a relationship? How many times? Do you realize I just had a chance and you took that from me?!” Izzy looked me right in my eyes. “Listen Y/N I was just trying to be a good friend. You always told me you never wanted to lose our friendship, and if you got a boyfriend we definitely wouldn’t be as close.” Did he seriously think like that? He isn’t dumb. He knows that’s not why. “Oh I see. You didn’t do it because you were trying to be a good friend. You did it because you're selfish!” I was yelling at him now and I’m sure people could probably hear us. “I’m sorry I don’t wanna lose you! I love you okay?! Seeing you with some guy would kill me Y/N. I wish you understood that.” I looked at him completely taken by surprise. He loves me? I pulled Izzy into a hug and whispered, “I love you too Izzy.” He kissed the top of my head and then he broke the embrace. I was disappointed, but then he took my hand. “Where are you taking me?” Izzy looked back at me with a sly smile on his face. That’s when I realized he was opening the door to his car’s backseat. Before I could protest Izzy brought me into the backseat with him. His lips attached to mine in a passionate kiss. He began to kiss down my neck. His kisses were intoxicating. I soon realized that I was under him. I was under Izzy fucking Stradlin. The fame Izzy had didn’t really faze me. I had been best friends with the guitarist since the band's early days. Even though I always had a close bond with Izzy, I never thought he saw me as more than a friend. In other words, I never thought this

day would come. His hot breath fanned over my neck as he spoke quietly, “I’ve been waiting so long for this.” He nibbled on my earlobe before continuing to leave hickeys on my neck. He stood on his knees and began to undress himself. I could feel the wetness begin to pool between my thighs. Slowly, I began undressing myself as well. I discarded my shirt, bra, and pants. I was about to abandon my soaked panties, but Izzy got to it first. I could feel him position his cock to come inside me. I shivered slightly. A cry of pleasure escaped my lips as Izzy gently slid his hard cock inside of me. Izzy groaned as he began thrusting in and out of me. “You’re so fucking wet, and tight.” Izzy whispered into my ear. Izzy’s car was filled with the lewd sound of me moaning his name as a feeling of euphoria washed over me. “Fuck...Shit Izzy.” I screamed. “Shit Y/N...I’m gonna cum.” I couldn’t form a coherent sentence, so I just nodded my head. I felt Izzy’s warm, sticky cum shoot into me as he groaned lowly. I didn’t mind, I was on birth control pills. Izzy’s body fell on top of mine as we tried to steady our breathing. “You’re amazing Y/N. I love you so fucking much.” Izzy buried his face in the crook of my neck. “I love you too Izzy.”

Hi! Thanks for reading this imagine! I’m not the best at smut...so hopefully this is ok lol. Have a good day/night! Remember you are beautiful! :)

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙉𝙀𝙍𝙎 - 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 {𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬} *𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓*

𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐘/𝐍. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫? (𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐘/𝐍 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥) (𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) *𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝*

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖊

𝐈𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥..𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖔

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘/𝐍 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐀𝐱𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

𝐘/𝐍’𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐭…𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤? 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐘/𝐍 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤.

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙉𝙀𝙍𝙎- 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 {𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬}

(𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐘/𝐍. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫? (𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐘/𝐍 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥) (𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) *𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝*)

~part one~

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖔

I tried talking to Slash after class, but he just ignored me. This is already a pain in the ass. As much as I tried to pay attention to the rest of my classes I couldn’t get Slash out of my mind. I have to work with him for the next two weeks. Finally, I decided that I would talk to him at lunch. He usually sits with me and the boys so I should be able to talk to him about it. Just as I thought, he sat with us at lunch. “So um Slash?” All of the boys looked at me partially surprised, partially confused. As I said I never talk to Slash. He liked it that way. Sadly. He rolled his eyes and sighed, “Yes?” The annoyance in his voice was very apparent. “When do you wanna um work on the science project?” Slash looked up at me, smiled, and started laughing evily. I felt stupid. Why is he laughing at me? “You really think I’m working on that thing with you? I’d rather die.” Then Duff slapped him in the back of the head. “What the fuck?” He whisper-yelled. Slash turned his gaze back to me. “Listen Y/N, you’re doing this. Alone. Without me.” I looked down and started messing with the hem of my shirt. I was embarrassed to say the least. “Yeah uh..alright.” That’s when Slash stood up and walked to another table. I felt like crying for some reason. He would rather die than spend time with me. Wow. I looked up to see a very annoyed Axl staring at me. “Why did you do that?” My eyes must have gone wide at his comment. “Me? What did I do? You heard what he sa-” Axl cut me off, “You can’t just let him boss you around like that. Are you doing anything after school?” I looked down, “No.” “Okay. Meet me outside by the big tree at door 5.” I nodded my head in approval, and that’s when the bell rang. The rest of the day didn’t go that great. I went to the bathroom for half an hour in one class, just to cry. Why am I crying? What kind of person sits in a bathroom stall and cries for half an hour? The only logical reason I could come up with was Slash and what he said. I liked Slash from the first day I met him, but he didn’t feel the same. The only person that knew about it was Axl. Axl was the person I could go to in the middle of the night when I was feeling bad about something. I couldn’t lie, it was usually Saul I was crying about. I would complain that I didn’t understand why he hated me or that I just wish he liked me more. Axl always calmed me down and told me everything would be okay. He was an amazing friend. I did as Axl said after school and met him at the tree by door 5. He was sitting there waiting for me. When I made my way over to the tree Axl stood up and walked towards me. “So you’re partners with Slash huh?” That was fast. “Uh yeah.” He nodded his head slowly. We began walking together even though I didn’t know where we were going. “Listen Ax if you’re trying to help me then that’s very nice of you, but you heard him. He would rather die than work with me.” I felt the sudden gut wrenching feeling of sadness once again. “You really believe that?! Listen Y/N, I know you don’t believe this, but Slash really likes you.” “Yeah yeah whatever Axl.” We stopped walking and sat on a park bench that was nearby. “ Listen I have a plan and trust me, Slash is gonna want to be partners with you after this.” The devious look in his eye was no comfort to me at all. “What the hell are you talking about Ax?” Axl laughed quietly at my curiosity. “There is a party tomorrow night at Duff’s house.” I furrowed my brows, “Duff’s house? What about his parents?” He nodded his head no as he spoke, “They’re gonna be out of the house all week.” My lips formed an ‘oh’ and I nodded my head. “Basically this is what’s gonna happen. You are gonna come to the party,” I put my hand up in an effort to stop him from speaking. “No Axl. You know that I don’t go to parties! My parents would kill me. Plus how am I even supposed to get out of the house? My parents would never let me go.” Axl laughed once again. “Sneak out.” He shrugged his shoulders. He said the words as if it was no big deal. Well it’s probably not a big deal to him. “Well ok but why would I even go?”

Axl smiled at me. “Ok so this is the plan. You come to the party looking like a complete badass. I’m gonna have one of the guys talk to Slash about you. Like tell him all this shit-” I cut Axl off again. “What do you mean by ‘All this shit’?” Axl rolled his eyes, “I don’t know Y/N. Just like saying you look good and shit. Anyways, hopefully Slash will see you and want to talk to you. Then if I know Slash, which I think I do, he will try to go out with you. That’s when you have to be a bitch.” “Excuse me?!” We both began laughing. “No, basically you just play hard to get. Tell him the only way you’re gonna go on a date with him is if he helps you with the project.” I felt weird about the entire thing. “Axl I don’t know. Look at us right now. I mean we are acting like we are fucking ten years old! You can’t just make a stupid plan like that and expect everything to go as planned.” Axl smiled at me, “You have a better idea sweetheart?” I looked at the ground. “No” “Good. Now let’s go see which one of the guys wants to talk about you at the party.” I gasped and lightly punched Axl on the arm, “What the hell Axl?!” He, on the other hand, thought it was hilarious.

[...]

“None of the guys are gonna do it.” I said as we walked into Izzy’s house. “They will.” Axl opened the door to Izzy’s room and we both walked inside. Duff, Izzy, and Steven were all sitting on the floor, conversating about something. I sat next to Duff and watched as Axl began speaking. “Alright guys, which one of you is gonna talk to Slash about how sexy Y/N looks?” All three men looked at Axl blankly before laughing. “What the hell are you talking about?” Izzy was first to speak. “Remember that plan I told y’all about?” My head shot up and I looked at Axl. “You told them the whole plan?!” Axl didn’t answer the question, instead he kept talking. “Well which one of you is gonna talk to Slash? Ya know brag about her?” Duff looked at Axl and smiled. “Why can’t you do it?” Axl glared at Duff. “Cuz I made the plan smart ass.” Izzy and Duff looked at each other at the same time. In unison they both said, “Not me.” Axl looked over at Steven. “Alright Steven you have to tell Slash about how hot Y/N is.” I threw my hands in the air, “Will you stop saying that?” Axl laughed slightly and turned his gaze back to Steven. “I don’t know Axl.” Steven looked at me then back at Axl. My shoulders dropped slightly, “It’s alright Stevie. I don’t need someone to talk good about me to get a guy’s attention.” All the boys looked at me with a surprised look on their faces. “You mean you’re gonna-” I cut Izzy off, “Yes Iz. I’m gonna be a tease” Izzy smiled, “Not what I was gonna say but alright.” I smiled at the boys then turned to Axl. “What time is the party?”

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙉𝙀𝙍𝙎- 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 {𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬}

(𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐘/𝐍. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫? (𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐘/𝐍 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥) (𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) *𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝*)

~part two~

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖊

I felt the sun’s warm rays shining on my face as I laid in bed. I felt at peace laying under my cozy blankets. I shuffled slightly to check my alarm clock on my bedside table. 7:30 AM. Shit. I threw the covers off of my body and ran to my bathroom. I only had half an hour to get ready for school. I quickly applied some makeup and contemplated what outfit to wear. Finally, I decided on a Led Zeppelin T-shirt and some jeans. As I walked down the stairs I could hear my mom in the kitchen. “Good morning honey.” She said as she sipped her coffee. “Mornin’” I mumbled and grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge. “Will you be doing anything after school?” She asked. She was now leaning over the kitchen counter, reading the newspaper. “Why?” I took a sip of my water. “Well I was just wondering if you were hanging out with friends or anything.” I nodded my head slowly. “Yeah I’m probably gonna hang out with Axl and the boys.” My mom rolled her eyes and sighed. “What was that for?” I laughed slightly. My parents were very overprotective when it came to boys. I had been friends with Axl and ‘the boys’ since third grade. My mom wasn’t keen on the idea of me being friends with them. Partially, I couldn’t blame her. They were a bit rough around the edges and they didn’t look very kind, but once you get to know them they are complete sweethearts. Well, all except one. Slash. Slash hated me and I really didn’t know why. Axl always told me it’s because he likes me, but I don’t see how that is humanly possible. Slash hates my guts. Those were my real feelings. I coudn’t lie, it hurt me immensly. I had always taken a liking to Slash. Why? Because I’m dumb. Because I always want what I can’t have. I was brought back to reality when my mother cleared her thoat. “Y/N sweety, why are you friends with them? You know you don’t have to be right? They aren’t good for you honey. All they are going to do is lead you down the wrong road in life.” I clenched my jaw and took a deep breath. “I don’t appreciate you saying that about my friends.” I said through my teeth. She threw her hands up in a defensive manner, “I was just saying. You’re gonna be late for school.” She pointed to the clock on our wall. 7:50. I’m definitely late. I rushed out of the kitchen and onto the sidewalk. I didn’t have a car. My family didn’t have enough money to buy me a car. That was okay though. I reached for the silver handle on the school door and pulled. It’s locked damn it. My head dropped in defeat and I began walking around the school. When I got to the office Axl was sitting in a chair next to the principal's room. Just as I was walking out of the office I heard running behind me. I stopped and turned around to see Axl running towards me. Once he was next to me we began walking again. I looked over at him and noticed that his breath was uneven from running. His red hair fell elegantly onto his shoulders. “Principal’s office already this morning? That has to be a new record.” I said sarcastically. Axl rolled his eyes and grinned at me, “Yeah yeah whatever. They caught me smoking outside the building.” I chuckled slightly. “So the usual?” He punched me jokingly on the arm and we continued walking down the hallway. I waved goodbye to Axl as I walked into my first period class. Science. I sat in my desk and waited for Mr. Thompson to tell us what we were doing. “Alright class.” Everyone looked up at Mr. Thompson who was standing at the front of the classroom. It was easy to say he was my favorite teacher. He was always very understanding and kind, and he made class interesting with the science experiments we did. “I have decided that for the next two weeks we will be doing a science experiment.” I perked up my ears when he said it. I absolutely loved science experiments. Something about them just interested me. “I will be giving you guys partners to work with,” Once those words got out of his mouth the entire classroom roared with disapproval. “Yeah I know I know. Y’all wanna choose your own partners,well guess what? It ain’t happenin so suck it up! Now as I was saying

I’m going to give you a partner and I will hand out some papers with requirements for the science project. It’s due Friday of next week. That gives you almost two complete weeks to do this! Alright now partners. When I call your name, come up to my desk and I will tell you who your partner is.” He sat at his desk and began looking through some papers. I felt my palms get sweaty and my heart was beating. I was a very antisocial person. That was to say the least. Other than Axl, Izzy, Duff, Steven and well...yeah that’s it. Other than around them you couldn’t be yourself. You were yourself around Slash, but that was only because he was around when the rest of the boys were. “Y/N!” Mr. Thompson called. I stood up and walked over to his desk. Each step I took seemed to be bringing me closer to some kind of horrible destiny. It’s just for two weeks. I told myself as I reached his desk. Mr. Thompson handed me a small piece of folded up paper. I unfolded it and read the name. I blinked my eyes and read it again. No. No this can’t be happening. “Mr. Thompson?” I whispered. He looked up at me and smiled. “Yes Y/N?” “Could I um..maybe have another person? I wouldn’t ask it’s just-” Mr. Thompson cut me off. “No Y/N. I’m sorry if you don’t get along well or something, but I can’t do that for you. Then I would have to for the rest of the class and that’s not fair.” I nodded my head slowly and walked back to my desk. Why the hell did I have to be partners with Slash? Of all people I could have been partners with, it had to be him?! I glanced over at the curly haired boy and watched as his eyes met with mine. He sent me a rude glare and looked away. I looked down at my lap and sighed. This will be interesting.

It Was Just A Joke (Axl Rose)

It Was Just A Joke

Axl Rose x Reader

Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities

Word Count: 1,502

Y/N’s POV:

I sat there silently crying to myself. What the hell is wrong with me? My back was leaning on the white bathtub behind me. I stood up and looked in the mirror. I felt like crying. The past two weeks have been nothing but misery. I had been throwing up, having extreme headaches, craving weird foods, and worst of all I didn’t get my period. In the beginning I tried to act like everything was fine. Not just around other people, but myself as well. I used to tell myself I was fine, but I knew that wasn’t true. The worry really hit me when I noticed my period was late.

I always got it right on time. That’s it. I stormed out of the bathroom and grabbed my purse. I need to know. I knew the chances of me being pregnant weren’t low, but I just didn’t want to think about it. It’s not that I didn’t want to have children with Axl. Having our own little family was something I wanted more than anything. But what if he didn’t? I remember the one time I asked Axl about children. “I don’t need crazy little kids running around.” Was what he said. I knew Axl better than anyone. Enough to know that was a joke. But what if it wasn’t? I opened the door to the driver’s side of the car. I got in and pulled out of the driveway. On my way to the store my heart was beating extremely fast. I parked the car and began to stare at the store. This is a bad idea. What if he doesn’t want the baby? What if there really is a baby? I tried to push those thoughts to the back of my head as I walked into the store. Pregnancy test. That’s what I focused my attention on. I walked into an aisle and, of course, it wasn’t the aisle I was looking for. “Do you need help finding something ma’am?” I turned to the worker in the middle of the aisle. “I uh..I need a p-pregnancy test.” My eyes darted around the aisle. “Ok hun.” The lady was very nice and led me to the pregnancy tests. “These ones seem to have more accurate results...that’s what I heard.” She smiled and patted me on the shoulder. I thanked her and grabbed the product she recommended. I paid for the test and scurried out of the store. Axl wouldn’t be home until seven tonight. It was currently six thirty. Shit. I need to hurry. I rushed back to my house and ripped the box open. I fumbled with the instructions, but eventually I did the test. I was so stressed I couldn’t even read simple instructions. I sat in my living room waiting for the ever lasting two minutes to be over. I felt like a small kid on a long road trip. “How much longer?” I walked into the bathroom and picked up the test. I felt my knees become weak. I sat on the floor of the bathroom and began to cry. Positive. I am pregnant. How do I tell Axl? What if he doesn’t want the child? I knew one thing. I was going to be in this child’s life, with or without Axl. “Y/N? Where are you babe?” Speak of the devil. “I’ll be out in a minute!” I tried to make it sound as if I wasn’t crying. I hid all of the evidence of the test. The wrappers, the box, and the test itself. I wiped my tears and walked into the living room to greet Axl. “Hey babe I-...were you crying?” God Damn It. “What? Oh no. Just um...allergies.” I smiled at him and he smiled back. “Okay well anyways Izzy said that the boys were gonna hang out over at his place, and I was wondering if we could go too?” Great. I needed alone time with Axl so I could tell him about the baby, but I did need time to figure out how. “Okay. Yeah we can go.” Axl smiled widely at me and hugged me. “Alright grab your jacket let’s go.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head and began walking towards the front door. Once I grabbed my jacket I followed Axl out to our car. The car ride wasn’t how it usually was. I was usually the one to start conversations and talk for hours, but now? Now I didn’t want to talk. What I really wanted was to go home, lay in bed, and cry. I was so nervous about what Axl would think and that’s all my mind was on at the moment. We pulled into the driveway and I practically ran to the house. Nausea. Throwing up. That’s what I had to do. I walked into Izzy’s house without knocking and ran to the bathroom.

Axl’s POV:

Y/N ran into the house as soon as we got there. Strange. I shrugged it off and walked into the house. All of the guys were looking at me expectantly and I was confused. “What?” I said, making eye contact with Izzy. “Is Y/N okay? She literally just ran to the bathroom without saying hello to any of us.” I looked around at the boys and then thought about the question. She told me she was fine. “I don’t know Iz. I’m sure she’s fine. I mean she told me she was.” I walked over to the couch and sat next to Duff. The boys didn’t really say anything about it anymore until Y/N came out of the bathroom. “Ya alright?” Steven asked. Y/N shook her head and sat down on a chair in the corner of the room. That’s weird. Why didn’t she sit with me? I looked around at the boys, but they thought nothing of it. Maybe I’m just thinking too much. I continued on with the night as usual. I was mostly talking to Duff and Izzy but then I heard a part of Slash and Steven’s conversation. “Yeah kids are so annoying.” I looked over at Slash. “What? What are you guys talking about?” Now Duff and Izzy were interested in the conversation as well. “Well the other day this kid walked up to me and goes Are you in a band? So then I was like yeah and then he went Oh I’m sorry for them.” The room filled with laughter as Slash flipped everyone off. “Kids can be annoying, yeah.” Duff said. “I like kids.” Steven added. I looked at the floor and smirked. “Annoyin’ little bastards” The boys laughed at my comment. Then I saw Y/N stand up. “What the fuck Axl?” Y/N yelled at me. She was obviously upset. “What? W-what’s wrong?” I was thoroughly confused. Why was she acting like this? “You can’t just sit here and call kids bastards and act like it’s nothing!” I could tears building in her eyes. “Y/N calm down he didn’t-” Y/N cut Duff off, “Shut it Duff! Don’t defend him!” A single tear rolled down her cheek and I felt myself crumble. I didn’t know it would bother her so much. She knew I was just joking...right? “Y/N, it was just a joke baby I didn’t mean it.” I stood up and tried to hug her. She instantly pushed me away. “Steven likes kids,” She sat on the floor and hugged her knees while she cried. I had never seen her like this before. “Why can’t you be more like Steven? Like kids? No. You have to call them bastards.” I felt bad for making her so upset. “Babe it was just a joke. I don’t know why you’re so upset. It’s not like you have one or something.” Y/N’s head shot up and she looked at me angrily. “Maybe I do! Did you ever think about that Axl?!” The room went silent and I stood there shocked. She has a kid? She has a kid. Y/N stood up and hugged me. “I’m pregnant, Ax.” She whispered. Duff gestured for the boys to go into the kitchen, and they all left. Leaving just me, Y/N, and our unborn baby. Our unborn baby. Wow. “When...when did you find out?” She looked me in my eyes, “A few hours” She laughed quietly as did I. “I...I’m sorry Axl. I know you didn’t want a kid.” She looked at the floor and I felt my heart sink. How could she think I didn’t want the child? Why was she apologizing? “Please don’t apologize. I love you and I love that little baby. I’m gonna take care of you. Whenever I said I didn’t want a kid I was just joking. I thought you knew that.” I kissed her softly and she smiled at me. “I love you so much.” I beamed at her, “I love you too.”

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I Love You Too...Popcorn

Steven Adler x Reader

Sad Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities, mentions of drug and alcohol use

Word Count: 1,132

Y/N’s POV:

I sat down on my couch in front of the TV. Today was one of my only days off work, but Steven wanted to go out with the boys today, so I was home alone. I flipped through some channels on the TV before finding some show I had never seen before. I’ll give it a try. I opened the beer I had gotten out of the fridge and took a sip. Finally I can relax. Then I heard the phone ring.

“Ugh. What do you waaaant?” I muttered to myself. I walked over to the phone and picked it up. “Hello?” I probably sounded annoyed, but I was annoyed. “Hey Y/N? We’re gonna bring Stevie over okay? He uh had a little bit too much to drink.” Axl was on the other end. “Alright.” I hung up and walked back to the couch. Great. Now I get to deal with a drunk Steven. I rubbed my eyes and checked the time. It was already one in the morning. I sat on the couch again and waited for Axl and Steven to show up.

*time skip*

I heard a knocking on the door. I moped over to the door. The sight in front of me wasn’t surprising. Axl was trying desperately to keep Steven standing. I stepped out of the way and welcomed Axl in. Axl sat Steven down on the couch and I suddenly felt uncomfortable in my own home. I love Steven, I really do, but drunk Steven is no fun. Usually he completely ignores me and won’t let me help him. Axl scratched the back of his neck and looked at me. “I could help you get him to bed if you want.” Then I heard a car honking outside. The front door hadn’t been closed and I could hear everything from outside pretty clearly. “Axl come on!” I heard a female voice say. “Go on Ax. Someone’s waiting for you.” Axl laughed slightly and gave me a hug goodbye. “Thanks Y/N. If you need help with Steven though, tell me.” I nodded my head and Axl left. Steven was slumped over on one side of the couch. His hair was a mess and he looked awful. Why Steven? Why do you do this to yourself? I was now aware of the tears that were building in my eyes. “Why?” I vaguely whispered. I didn’t think it was possible for him to hear me. Steven sat up slightly and brushed some hair out of his face. “Y/N? Baby why are you crying?” His speech was slurred and now I could see his eyes, they were red and glossy. “You Steven. You’re why I’m crying.” I could feel a slight anger growing inside of me. He really thought this was ok? “M-me? What did I..what did I do?” He looked very confused. That’s when I decided that right now would not be the time to have this conversation. He probably wouldn’t remember it in the morning anyways. “Nothing Steven.” I shook my head and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass of water and some medicine for the morning. He would most definitely have a headache. I walked into our bedroom and sat the glass on his nightstand. When I walked into the living room Steven was laying on the floor and he was looking at his hands. “What are you doing honey?” Steven looked up at me and smiled. “Well I was thinking,” He pointed to his ring finger. “What if this finger had a ring on it?” I laughed a little bit and helped him to his feet. “Then you...well you would be married.” I smiled at him and I helped him walk to our bedroom. I handed him a new pair of boxers. “Alright Steven, do you think you can get ready for bed by yourself?” He laughed and looked at me “I’m not three Y/N. I can get ready for bed.” I shook my head, “You’re right. You’re not three, but you are drunk.” Steven shrugged his shoulders and got dressed. To my surprise, he didn’t have any trouble. I laid down in bed and Steven came to lay next to me. I looked him in the eyes and he smiled. “So if I had a ring on that finger, I would be married. But who would ever wanna marry me?” He sounded sarcastic, but I didn’t know what to say. “There are a lot of girls that want to marry you Steven. You’ll find one.” I turned around so my back was facing him.

Steven’s POV:

“There are a lot of girls that want to marry you Steven. You’ll find one.” Y/N turned around so her back was facing me. It was like I instantly sobered up. What did she mean “You'll find one?”. She was the only one for me. It felt as if my heart had been thrown into a pit of thorns. When I asked her the question I assumed she would say something cute like “Don’t you think you already have?”. What if she didn’t want to marry me? What if I just wasn’t enough for her? I could feel tears in my eyes thinking about it. I was nothing without Y/N. “Y/N? Are you ok?” I said in a quavering voice. Y/N turned around to face me again. I could see that she had been crying as well. “Why wouldn’t I be?” She smiled at me, but I could tell it was fake. “Please tell me what you meant by that.” I sat up in the bed and looked at her. She sat up and put a hand on my shoulder. “Meant by what?” I looked down. “By ‘I’ll find one’. I mean….I thought you were the one. I thought you wanted...to be the one.” I looked at Y/N and she was very obviously crying now. “I’m sorry Steven. I do want to be the one, but I just can’t have this happen anymore.” I hugged Y/N tightly and stroked her hair. “You can’t have what happen anymore baby? I’m sorry I don’t understand.” She looked up at me. “All the time Steven. Drugs, alcohol, I know you would never cheat but the other guys are surrounded by girls all the time, and sometimes I wonder if you-” I cut her off, “Don’t say what I think you are going to Y/N. I would never cheat on you. I’m...I’m sorry. Listen, I will do whatever it takes, ok? I love you Y/N.” Y/N looked up to me and pressed a soft kiss on my lips. “I love you too…” She then ruffled my hair as she said, “Popcorn.”

Hello!~Thank you for reading this imagine! I hope you liked it! Just letting y'all know, on Wattpad I have another book that is a Slash story and is multiple parts. Would you guys want me to post that here too? Like make a masterlist for it or something? I don't update it as much as I do this one, but I was just wondering. Have an amazing day, remember you are beautiful! :)♥︎

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀𝐱𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞:

I Won’t Tell

Jealousy

It Was Just A Joke

Self Defense

Love You More

I Was Gonna Tell You

Mr. Rose

𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡:

In This Together

Damn Good Dance Moves

Need To Know By Friday

The Promise

𝐃𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐌𝐜𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧:

Walk In The Park

Spin The Bottle

I Will Take Care Of You

The Phone Call

The Party

𝐈𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧:

Teach You Not To Mess With Me

Forget Him (Part One) (Part Two)

I Had The Right To Do That

Handcuffed

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫:

A Better Match

My Brother’s Bandmate

I Love You Too…Popcorn

𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩:

The Moaning Contest

Need To Know By Friday (Slash)

Need To Know By Friday

Slash x Reader

Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities

Word Count: 1,172

Y/N’s POV:

Right...right...left. No. Right...left...right. Right? “I hate this fucking locker.” I whispered to myself. I was extremely stressed out. It was the end of the day on the last day of senior year. School didn’t stress me out. It was actually a person that stressed me out. Slash. Slash asked the question about a week ago, and I have been stressing ever since.

*flashback*

“Hey babe?” I was sitting in my bedroom with Slash. He was sitting on my bed and I was sitting at my desk writing an essay for school. “Yeah baby?” I asked. Slash came to stand next to me. I looked up at him and could tell he was nervous. He was avoiding eye contact and messing with his hair. “So I kinda had this uh...thing..to tell you.” He scratched the back of his neck and sat on the floor next to me. “Go ahead.” I said with a smile. Slash shyly smiled at me before looking back at the ground. “So you know high school is ending and everything and I have kinda decided to do something…,” He trailed off. “Yeah?” I dragged out the word. “I’m...I’m moving to LA Y/N.” He looked up at me and my face dropped. He was moving to LA? I felt my heart pounding in my chest and a lump formed in my throat. This is it. He is going to dump me. These last three years for nothing. He is moving to LA and leaving you behind. I pushed my thoughts to the back of my head and looked Slash in the eyes. “Well um…” I swallowed in an attempt at getting rid of the lump in my throat, but it didn’t work. “Good for you Slash. I wish you the best.” God I’m so stupid. I didn’t know what else to say. I turned away from Slash and tried to stop myself from crying. “Wh-what? Did you just...break up with me?” An obviously confused and hurt Slash asked. I turned back to him immediately. “I thought you just broke up with me.” Slash shook his head and stood up. He hugged me tightly and kissed the top of my head. “No...I would never do that. I kind of had a question to ask you.” I looked up at him and furrowed my eyebrows. “What?” I sniffled quietly. “Will you...uh...will you come with me?” I was taken back by his words. He wants me to come with him? What about my parents? What about college? What about a job? My eyes widened and I stood there. “I..uh..but what...I don’t know.” I let out a sigh and Slash loosened his grip on me. “I’m leaving Saturday. If you’re coming with me I’m gonna need to know by Friday. Listen, I love you so you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I just don’t know when we will see eachother again.” I could tell he was getting a bit emotional. I heard a car door shut outside. “I gotta go. I love you.” He whispered as he ran to the back door.

*end of flashback*

Today was the day I had to decide and I had no idea what to say. Usually Slash and I would walk home together, but today was different. He had to pack for LA and I had other things to do. I slammed my locker shut and ran down the hallway and out of the school. When I got home there was a note from my mother on the kitchen counter. “I will be home around seven. Don’t have anyone over. Especially Slash.” I huffed and crumpled the piece of paper. I didn’t understand why my parents hated Slash. They never even gave him a chance. The first time he met my parents went horribly. They made rude comments towards him and let’s just say I ended the night off crying in my room. They told me I wasn’t allowed to date him anymore, I didn’t listen. The past three years we have been dating secretly, until now. Now that I’m eighteen my parents can’t tell who not to date. They have known about us dating for awhile, but they still don’t accept it. They told me he ‘wasn’t the kind of guy I wanna end up with’. I fucking hated those words so much. Slash sneaked into my room most days. Other days I would tell my parents I was hanging out with a friend. It was the only way I could ever spend time with him. I walked into my bedroom and flopped onto my bed. Instantly tears started making their way to my eyes. I cried silently into my pillow for what seemed like forever until I heard a knock on my window. I looked up and Slash was sitting there waiting for me. I unlocked the window and let him in. “You could have used the back door.” I said as I tried to get rid of the evidence that I was crying. “I don’t know. The window seemed more appealing.” I laughed slightly. Slash’s grin soon left his face as he looked at me. “You’ve been crying.” I looked down and continued to wipe the tears from my eyes. “Why?” He hugged me and looked into my eyes. “Well being honest..I haven’t made a decision yet and I’m worried.” My voice was shaky from crying. “Y/N it’s ok. Let’s talk about it.” Slash sat down on the bed and pulled me onto his lap. “What’s the problem? What are you worried is gonna happen?” He wiped tears away from my eyes with his thumb. “It’s mostly my parents. They’ll hate me. Also...I don’t know just like...what about college? What about getting a job? There are just a lot of things that could go wrong.” Slash looked at me and smiled slightly. “As far as college goes there are options in LA. Jobs? They have plenty of job opportunities and if you don’t wanna go to college then there are still jobs. And your parents can’t tell you what to do anymore Y/N. I know you love them and everything but if there is something you really wanna do don’t let them stop you. Not just with this, but everything.” He put a lock of hair behind my ear and kissed my cheek. “I love you, you know that?” I hugged him tightly and he chuckled softly. “I love you too.” I looked into his eyes and that’s when I knew. I’m meant to be with him. I’d be crazy not to go with him. “I made my decision.” I said. He raised his eyebrows. “I’ll go with you Slash.” Slash’s face lit up and he hugged me tightly. “I’m so fucking happy you decided to go with me.” He whispered. I broke free of his hug and smiled at him. “Let’s pack your bags!” He said excitedly.

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I Will Take Care Of You (Duff McKagan)

I will take care of you

Duff McKagan x Reader

Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities

Word Count: 1,113

Y/N’s POV:

Ugh. I hated being sick. I sniffled quietly as I made my way to the bathroom. Even the floor below me was carpeted, it still squeaked and I cringed with each creak that came out of the floor. When I reached the bathroom I examined myself in the mirror. My face was pale and I had bags under my eyes. A sudden feeling of nausea took over my body and I clenched my stomach.

I rushed to the toilet and vomited. I feel absolutely disgusting. I thought as I wiped the vile substance from my mouth with a tissue. I threw my hair into a messy bun and walked downstairs to the kitchen. I made some tea for myself and sat on the couch. I’m freezing. I took the fluffy blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over myself. That’s when I heard Duff. “Y/N? Baby where are you?” He had just woken up and his voice was raspy. “Downstairs!” I tried yelling it loud enough for him to hear but it hurt my throat. I turned on the TV and it automatically went to the news channel. Who the hell watches the news? In reality? A lot of people, but the news isn’t for me. I flipped through the channels until I landed on MTV. That’s better. I relaxed on the couch and sipped my tea as I waited for Duff to come downstairs. Today was supposed to be the last day in the studio for Duff. They had been recording for an album recently and he informed me last night that today was the last day. When I heard footsteps I looked behind me to see Duff. He was standing there in jeans and socks, he hadn’t put on a shirt yet. “Have you seen my shirt around here anywhere?” I laughed slightly as Duff searched the living room for his shirt. “Which shirt baby? You have more than one ya know.” He furrowed his eyebrows before walking into another room. “Ya know it’s the one that…” His voice became quieter as he walked away. I didn’t hear a single word of his description. After a few minutes Duff walked back into the living room wearing the shirt he had been looking for. It was a black short-sleeve shirt and on it were the words “And on the 8th day God created Harley-Davidson”. “I like that shirt on you.” I was really just thinking aloud but Duff seemed amused. “You do? Guess I’ll have to wear it more often then.” He smiled sweetly at me. His sweet and luminous brown eyes were easy to get lost in. Duff sat next to me on the couch and sat his arm around my shoulders. I tried to scoot away without him noticing it much but that didn’t work. I didn’t wanna get him sick but I didn’t want him to know I’m sick. Duff worried too much about simple sicknesses and I knew he wouldn’t go to the studio if he knew about it. “What’s wrong? Why did you scoot away from me?” A look of concern and disappointment swirled in his eyes. “I’m sorry babe I just uh...I don’t feel like it right now?” The words sounded more like a question than I wanted. “Since when do you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, not want to cuddle?” My shoulders dropped. It was true, usually I was the one begging him to cuddle. “I just….I don’t know Duff.” I hugged him. I didn’t want to get him sick but I didn’t have the willpower to not hug him. Duff placed a small kiss on my forehead. “Y/N?” “Yes?” “Do you feel okay? You’re burning up. I think you’re sick.” I sighed and looked at the floor. Damn it Y/N. You’re so fucking bad at hiding things. “Yeah I...it’s not serious Duff. I’m sure I will be fine while you’re at the studio.” I smiled at him but he didn’t return it. “Studio? No fuckin’ way I’m going to the studio with you sick like this.” He hugged me tightly but I huffed. “Michael Andrew McKagan, you are not staying home just because I’m sick!” I didn’t yell, but my voice was stern. Duff’s eyes widened slightly. “Listen Y/N I’m not going. Nothing you say is going to change my mind.” Duff stood up and walked into the kitchen. I followed close behind. I watched as he picked up the phone and began dialing a number. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked. “I am calling Axl to tell him I won’t be in the studio today.” He stopped dialing and held the phone to his ear. “Duff, think reasonably please. Do you even know how upset Axl will probably get?” Duff held his hand up to me and tried to silence me. Ugh. “Hey yeah Ax? I’m not gonna be in the studio today…..something came up…..alright...yep...thanks bud bye.” And just like that he hung up the phone. “What did he say?” I was partially stunned that I couldn’t hear Axl screaming. “He sounded wasted anyways. He probably wouldn’t be able to sing today. He said

it’s fine.” I furrowed my brows but then shrugged my shoulders. I will never understand them. Especially Axl. I giggled slightly at my thoughts. I let out a small yelp when Duff picked me up. He carried me, bridal style, to our shared bedroom. “I’m sorry you’re sick honey.” Duff whispered as we made our way up the stairs. I laid on the bed and pulled the covers over my body. It felt nice to be in the warm bed. I closed my eyes and relaxed. A few minutes later I felt Duff’s arms wrap around me and pull me closer to him. My back was to him at the moment so I turned around to face him. I opened my eyes and looked into his. How did I get this lucky? To have Duff McKagan, the sweetest most amazing man, as my boyfriend? I would never understand. “I love you so much Duff.” I cuddled into him and gave him a small kiss on his cheek. “I love you to Y/N.” He looked into my eyes and kissed me softly. “I can’t believe you’re mine….you complete me you know that?” I looked into his eyes once more. I felt as if I had gotten instant butterflies hearing those words come out of his mouth. “Well that’s good because you complete me.” I closed my eyes and we drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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Forget Him *PART TWO* (Izzy Stradlin)

Forget Him Part One

Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Sad Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities, mentions of abuse and abusive relationship

Word Count: 935 Part 2 *This won’t make sense unless you read part one :)*

Y/N’s POV:

I looked over at Izzy. He had a concerned look on his face and I was still in shock at what had happened. Tears were pouring down my face and I couldn’t stop them. I sat on the couch and held my stomach. Izzy sat next to me and wiped a tear from my face. Then I heard a couple of the boys gasp quietly. “What the hell?” Axl whispered. I looked up at the boys in confusion.

“Y/N you uh..you have a black e-eye.” Duff muttered. A wave of realization flooded over me and I instantly felt sick. “Y/N are you ok?” Slash asked. I nodded my head and ran to the bathroom. I felt as if I would throw up. I felt almost ashamed of myself. Why did I feel like this? I did nothing wrong. I locked the door behind me and sat on the cold tile floor. Just as I began to calm down I heard a knock on the door. “Y/N? Can I come in? We don’t have to talk about it, I just wanna make sure you're ok.” It was Izzy. I nodded my head even though he couldn’t see. I unlocked the door and he opened it slowly. “There you are. It’s alright ok? He isn’t gonna bother you anymore.” Izzy sat next to me and took me into his arms. I felt calm in his embrace. The warmth of his body soothed me along with his heartbeat. “Iz-” He cut me off. “Listen Y/N, if it’s gonna make you feel better to talk about it then go right ahead, but if you don’t want to you don’t have to.” He stroked my hair softly. “It’s okay Iz I wanna talk about it.” I broke free of his embrace and looked into his beautiful brown eyes. “Just….why? Why was he acting like that?” He said breathlessly. “It’s a long story Iz so I’m gonna tell you the basics.” He nodded his head, “Ok.” I looked down at the floor made of small white tiles. “He wanted to have sex with me but...I told him I wasn’t ready and he got mad. Some nights I had to say I would call the police just to get him to leave. Eventually he started hitting me because of it and threatening to do worse if I told someone. I was scared Iz...I didn’t wanna make anything worse than it already was.” I was starting to cry again and Izzy hugged me tightly. “I’m so sorry that happened to you Y/N. I promise it will never happen again. I don’t want you seeing him anymore. He isn’t safe and I’m sorry but I don’t think he is gonna change.” He whispered. I nodded my head and looked at him. “Is that why you have a black eye?” Izzy asked. “Oh uh yeah.” I said sheepishly. “That’s awful.”

Izzy’s POV:

“That’s awful.” I said and looked at my shoes. I’m gonna beat this guy’s ass. I couldn’t help but feel horrible about the entire thing. I grabbed a tissue off of the counter and wiped Y/N’s tears. “Let’s go tell the guys you're alright.” I helped Y/N to her feet and we walked out the door. The guys were sitting in the living room whispering about what had just happened. “I’m um..ok guys.” Y/N said. “Did that douche bag do that to you?!” Axl yelled and stood up. “Ax take it easy” Steven said. “Steven, how am I supposed to ‘take this easy’ ? Y/N got beat up by that jerk and now he is gone.” I gave Axl the ‘Don’t talk about it’ look and he sat down. The night continued on as they usually did. The boys argued over stupid shit and Y/N and I sat in the corner of the room and talked. I looked at Y/N and took in her features. To me, she looked like she could outshine even the brightest of stars. Not only was her beauty immaculate, but her personality was like something I had never seen before. She made me a different person. My typically unamused face now brightened with joy. I heard people say that everyone has a purpose in life, and I never believed that until I met her. Y/N. She was my purpose in life. “Y/N...I have to tell you this and I’m sorry if it ruins our friendship but I think you need to know.” I said calmly even though my heart was racing. She looked at me and smiled. Oh how that smile killed me. “I love you. I really, truly love you.” My palms were becoming sweaty and my heart felt as if it would jump out of my chest. “I love you too Izzy.” She smiled and before I could respond, she pressed a kiss to my lips. I was surprised at first, but I happily obliged. When we pulled away from the kiss I looked over to see all of the guys staring at us. “So….I will be the first to ask,” Duff started. “Are you guys together now?” I felt my cheeks redden and I looked over at Y/N. She looked at me, smiled, and turned her head to Duff. “Yes.” The smile on my face probably looked extremely dumb, but I didn’t care. This masterpiece of a person was mine.

Hello!~I know this is shorter than most of my other ones but I felt like it needed to end here. Also, this probably wasn’t my best writing so I just wanted to say sorry about that. I am always trying to improve! Thanks for reading! Have a great day and remember you are beautiful! :)♥︎

Forget Him *PART ONE* (Izzy Stradlin)

Forget Him Part Two

Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Sad fluff (not really much fluff in this part)

WARNINGS: profanities, abusive relationship, physical abuse, mental abuse

Word Count: 1,758

PART ONE

Y/N’s POV:

I was sitting in the living room of Izzy’s apartment, hanging out with the boys. And my boyfriend, Greg. If I was being honest I hated hanging out with greg. He made me uncomfortable constantly. In the beginning of our relationship he was really sweet. He spent time with me on the weekends, told me how important I was to him, and sometimes spoiled me a bit. Material things don’t mean a lot to me but I still thought it was kind of him. At first he really was the perfect boyfriend. Then it all went downhill.

I still remember the first night that started it all.

~flashback~

Greg and I were sitting in my apartment watching tv and cuddling when he started kissing my neck. I didn’t think much about it because we had made out before and he did that sometimes when we made out, but this time was different. He trailed his hand up my leg and started tugging at my pants in an effort to take them off. I stopped him and he looked at me confused. “Greg I’m sorry I uh...I’m a virgin and I...I don’t think I’m ready.” Greg huffed and looked at me. “Are you serious right now? After all I do for you and you’re gonna say ‘I’m not ready’?” He said it in a taunting voice. That was the first time I ever felt unsafe around Greg. “Greg I’m sorry I just don’t want to do that right now.” I said and stood up, moving away from him slightly. “Fuck you Y/N! Come here right now.” He literally chased me around my apartment until I threatened him with a police call. “Gregory Connar Philips I will call the police on you!” I yelled at him. His eyes widened and he looked worried. “Fine.” He slumped onto my couch and I couldn’t believe what had just happened. “I think it’s best you leave.” I whispered. He stood up and walked over to the door. After grabbing his jacket off the coat rack he opened the door and began to walk out. Right when I thought I was safe he turned to me and whisper-yelled, “If you tell anyone about this you will regret it. I will find out Y/N. I’m not stupid, unlike you.” And with that he slammed the door in my face. I couldn’t sleep that night. I wanted to die. I cried the entire night and contemplated what he said.

*End of flashback*

The next few weeks weren’t any different. Greg would come over to my house and the only way I got him to leave was by threatening him with the police. It was true I wasn’t ready. As long as I was with Greg, I never would be. I always loved my best friend Izzy. He was one for me. I was too scared to ask Izzy if he felt the same, and he never made a move. So eventually I met Greg and I liked him so I settled for him. I shouldn’t have done that though. Greg never layed a finger on me thankfully. Of course that changed though, two weeks ago actually.

~flashback~

“Greg please stop yelling at me!” I yelled. I had sat on the couch crying for the past two hours. Greg had been yelling and cussing at me about not wanting to have sex with him. I fucking hated Greg at this point. All the love I had ever felt for him, if any, was gone. Then it happened. Greg lifted his right arm and I looked up at him. He wouldn’t hit me, right? Well I was wrong. His hand came down at an extremely fast speed and hit me in the face. My face was stinging and tears were now running down my face at an immensely fast pace. I looked up at Greg and he smiled devilishly. “Don’t fucking yell at me little girl.” He spat. He pointed his finger in my face and walked into another part of the house. I wasn’t at my house so I decided I would leave. I walked to the door and opened it, but Greg shut it. “You’re not going anywhere. We don’t need you telling anyone about this do we?” I didn’t answer. I just looked at him shocked. “Do we?” He yelled. I shook my head no. After that I stayed at his house for the night. I slept on the couch that night.

*End of flashback*

After that I think Greg felt more comfortable with hitting me because he did it often. The worst so far was the black eye that I had currently. I didn’t want the boys to see it so I covered it up with makeup. I wanted to tell the boys about what Greg did but I was scared. Greg draped his arm around my shoulders and I shifted uncomfortably. Izzy and Slash were sitting on a couch opposite of me and Greg. I felt Greg’s hot breath on my ear and I shuttered. “You look very good tonight doll. What do you say we ditch these guys and go have some fun?” He whispered. He was seriously doing this in front of people?! “I’m alright. Thanks though.” I said loudly enough so the boys could hear. Greg gave me a death glare and I suddenly knew I had messed up. How bad would the punishment be this time? Izzy looked at me and raised his eyebrows. I shot him a small smile and looked down. Greg put his hand on my knee. Here we go again.

Izzy’s POV:

I looked over at Y/N as she shifted uncoftably. Greg whispered something in her ear and she declined it politely. I saw the look Greg gave her afterward and it made me think. What could he have said to her? I looked at her and raised my eyebrows, but she just smiled and looked down. I shrugged it off and continued to joke around with the guys.

*Time Skip*

It had been an hour since the Greg incident happened. I thought that was the end of it but then it happened again. And again. And again. I was starting to get upset with Greg. He was a complete asshole whenever I talked to him and Y/N seemed to be uncomfortable around him. As much as I didn’t wanna admit it I loved Y/N. We had been best friends for a while and I had developed feelings for her. I never had the guts to ask her out though. Then she found Greg and I had no chance. Greg wasn’t like me at all. He was some rich momma’s boy that played golf on the weekends. I was some weird ass rocker that played with their band on the weekends. I had watched Y/N become more uncomfortable by the minute over the past hour and I was done with it. I walked into the kitchen to find Axl and Duff. “Hey guys can I ask you something?” I whispered. “Ya just did dipshit but sure, give it a shot.” Duff spoke. “Have you guys noticed anything off about Y/N? Like, doesn’t she seem uncomfortable around Greg?” Axl and Duff both shot glances at Y/N and Greg. “Nah man. I think they’re fine.” Axl said. I leaned on the counter and sighed. “Alright.” I whispered. I watched Greg and Y/N for the next little while. It sounds creepy, but I wanted to make sure she was ok. I decided to sit in the chair next to them. I acted like I wasn’t paying attention, but I was snooping. I knew it was wrong to listen to their conversation, but I couldn’t help it. “Y/N you’re going to sleep with me tonight.” Greg whispered. What the hell is he talking about? “Greg, I told you I’m not ready for that. Please don’t do this in front of people. I don’t want it to get out of hand.” She pleaded. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. As much as my heart was hurting hearing the conversation I continued to listen. “Y/N I’m done with your bullshit. Tonight is the night or you will regret it.” His hand formed a fist in his lap and she frowned. “Can we please just talk about-” He cut her off. “No. No more talking Y/N!” His voice was now loud enough for everyone to hear. The boys turned their heads towards the couple and Y/N looked around. Greg’s eyes, however, stayed on Y/N the entire time. A single tear escaped her eye and coursed down her cheek. Greg stood up and looked down at Y/N. “Greg, please don’t do this right now please!” She choked out. It was obvious she was about to start crying and I had to do something. I looked at all the boys and they looked at me. “Hey Greg take a seat buddy. We can figure this out whatever it is.” Slash said in a hushed voice. “Shut up mop head.” Greg said and grabbed Y/N’s arm. “You are going to wish you didn’t do this Y/N.” He began dragging her down the hallway and Axl chased after. “Hey man I’m sorry but you can’t go back there we are uh..remodeling.” Axl stood in the hallway in front of Y/N and Greg to block their way. I could hear Y/N crying as Greg dragged her back down the hallway to the living room. “Greg, please stop! You’re hurting my arm.” She squealed. I walked over to Greg and looked him in the face. I wasn’t about to let him hurt Y/N. “Greg I don’t know what your problem is but you need to calm down.” He looked at me and smiled evily. What the hell was with this guy? “Tell the worthless piece of shit to make me happy and maybe I would calm down Mr. Stradlin.” He said perfectly calmly. This guy has issues. “Don’t talk about Y/N that way!” Duff stepped in. Greg tried to grab Y/N but I stopped him. “You need to leave Greg.” “Fine. Come on Y/N we’re going home.” He motioned for Y/N to go with him but I stopped her from going. “No Greg. Just you. Out now before I call the police.” Greg flipped me off and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

Hello!~This is my first two part imagine! I know this was really sad but I promise it will get better. Just make sure to read the second part! Thanks for reading btw. I have an instagram where I post edits I do of the boys so if you want to check it out i will put the name of it below. Have a great day and remember you are beautiful! :)♥︎

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Jealousy (Axl Rose)

Jealousy

Axl Rose x Reader

Smut

WARNINGS: profanities, sexual content

Word Count: 1,583

Y/N’s POV:

I was sitting on the bench in the skatepark watching Izzy. He landed a flip and I cheered him on. “Woo hoo!! Go Izzy!” I said jokingly. Axl was sitting next to me and I could tell he was aggravated. “Axl what’s wrong?” He opened his mouth to answer but Izzy walked up and began to speak. “Hey Y/N you wanna go get ice cream or something?” I smiled at him and thought about his offer. I did love ice cream. “Sure Iz. Let’s go.” I stood up to walk away but Izzy looked behind us. “Hey Axl you wanna join us?” Axl stood up and looked at us. “Me? Oh no I wouldn’t wanna disturb you two. Go ahead. Have fun.” He said sarcastically. Oh no. He was upset.

Izzy shrugged his shoulders and began walking. “Hey Iz I’ll catch up with you in a minute.” Izzy nodded and continued to walk. I walked up to Axl and put a hand on his shoulder. “Axl baby what’s wrong?” He looked at me with disgust. “What’s wrong? Oh y’know nothing just that my best friend is going on a date with my girlfriend y’know...Oh! And did I mention they planned it in front of me? And she said yes to him? Yeah I know right? Completely understandable.” The sarcasm in his voice was painfully obvious. “Axl it’s not a date.” I said, trying to be calm. How could he think it’s a date? Izzy and I have been friends for years now and I didn’t understand how Axl could think we were anything but that. “Not a date? Ya right Y/N. ya know what? I’m done. I’m done dealing with your bullshit all the time. If you wanted to fuck Izzy you could habe just told me to leave!” Now he was yelling and it kind of scared me. Axl yells all the time but usually it’s at his band mates. Not me. “Axl please calm down. I don’t feel like that about Izzy. Never have and never will. Shit y’know what? I won’t talk to him anymore if you don’t want me to.” I tried to hold his hand but he jerked it away. “Yeah I’m sure you will Y/N. Get the fuck away from me and stay away. Forever.” He walked away cursing under his breath. Forever? He wanted me out of his life forever. Tears flowed down my face like a waterfall. Why was I so stupid? Izzy sat down next to me but I didn’t mind looking at him. “Y/N are you okay? What happened?” His brows were furrowed and he looked concerned. “H-he l-left m-me Iz” I sobbed. Izzy rubbed my back comfortingly. “Y/N I know Axl. Trust me he won’t be able to go a day without you. I can drop you off at your apartment if you want.” I looked up at Izzy and smiled. He had always been there for me like a true friend. “yeah..Thanks Iz.” I walked to his car and he drove me to the apartment Axl and I shared. The ride was silent except for my faint sniffles every so often. When we arrived at the apartment building I stayed in the car a few minutes before finally working up the courage to go. I slowly made my way to the elevator of the apartment building as I felt my heartbeat quikening. Axl just told me not that long ago he never wanted to see me again yet here I am about to go see him. When I finally arrived at the apartment I struggled with my keys before finally being able to open the door. To the right side of me on the ground was a lamp. It appeared to be destroyed. I loved that lamp. My eyes continued to search the room until I saw Axl. He was sitting in the corner of the room with his hands buried in his face. He had no clue I came in and he was mumbling things to himself. I listened for a moment to hear what he was saying. “You’re such a fucken screw up Axl. Everything in my life that is good I fucken mess up. There is no way Y/N will want me back now.”

Axl’s POV:

After arguing with Y/N at the park I decided to go home. How could she want to spend time with Izzy when she had me? When I said it like that I realized how stupid I sounded. Izzy was Y/N’s best friend and I have no right to tell her she can’t be friends with him. God damnit. I made a mistake..a big mistake. I walked into my apartment and shoved the lamp that was next to me. It fell onto the floor and shattered. I’ll replace it. I walked through the living room and kicked as many things as I possibly could. My back ran into the wall in the corner of the room and I slid down it. I took my face in my hands and began to cry. I hated crying but this was necessary. I just told Y/N, the most important person in my life, to leave and never come back. I mumbled to myself, “You’re such a fucken screw up Axl. Everything in my life that is good I fucken mess up. There is no way Y/N will want me back now.” Then I heard Y/N’s voice. “Yes I do Axl. I want you back.” I looked up and saw Y/N. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face was red and blotchy. She had been crying. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her. “A-Axl I’m so so sorry. I sh-shouldn’t have b-been h-hanging out with I-Izzy as much as I h-have b-been.” She cried into my chest. Now I felt like complete shit. I was the one in the wrong and somehow she was sorry? I didn’t deserve the amount of love she gave me. “No no no Y/N please listen to me. It is not your fault at all ok? I am the one that should be apologozing okay? You and Izzy have a good friendship and I should have been understanding of that. I’m so, so sorry.” I kissed the top of her head and held her tightly. “It’s ok Ax. I just wanna enjoy the rest of the night ok? No more drama shit.” She said quietly. I laughed slightly, “Of course honey.”

Narrator’s POV:

“Let me make it up to you baby.” Axl whispered to Y/N. She nodded her head and Axl led her to their bedroom. Axl closed the door behind them and locked it. Axl slowly walked towards Y/N. She was now sitting on the bed. “I’m gonna make you feel so good sweetheart. You deserve it for putting up with my shit.” Axl whispered and connected his lips with Y/N’s. Their tongues fought for dominance, but Axl won. Axl began making a trail of kisses down her neck. He then slowly removed her shirt with ease. Then came her skirt. She usually doesn't wear skirts but today she felt like it. Axl slipped it off of Y/N and threw it to the other side of the room. He kissed her neck again and eventually began leaving kisses on her shoulder. He used his teeth to slide her bra strap down her shoulder and kissed the bare skin. He reached a hand behind her to unclasp Y/N’s bra and let it join the pile of clothing on the floor. He took her right breast in his mouth and the other in his hand. A soft moan escaped her lips as he moved to Y/N’s other breast. She was now very aware of the wetness in between her legs. Axl slowly kissed down her stomach. He left a soft kiss on her clothed vulva. “Axl please stop teasing!” she begged. He chuckled lowly and nodded his head, “Alright princess.” He removed her panites and sat them with her skirt and other clothing. His mouth took over her heated opening and he began sucking her off. “Axl!...Oh god.”She moaned. She continued to gasp and moan as he sucked on her engorged clit. Y/N pulled lightly on Axl’s beautiful red hair. “Axl I-I need you in me” She whined. He freed himself of his jeans and t-shirt and crawled on top of her. He lined his hard cock with her entrence and slammed mercilessly into her. SheI moaned his name loudly with each rough thrust. “Your so fucking tight Y/N” he groaned. “Baby I’m….I’m so close.” Y/N moaned. The pleasure was too much to handle. “Not yet baby..just hold on a little bit longer” Axl said in a hushed voice. All it took was a few more thrusts when Axl felt his high coming. His thrusts started to get sloppy and he looked Y/N in the eyes. “Cum for me baby.” He whispered and they both released their cum at the same time. They whispered various cuss words as they reached down from their highs. He pulled out of Y/N and collapsed next to her on the bed. Axl pulled Y/N to his chest and cuddled her. He played with her hair before she whispered “I love you Axl.” “I love you to Y/N”

Hello!~This was definitely probably the most smut story I have written so far lol. I hope you enjoyed it! Have a great day and remember you are beautiful! :) ♥︎