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if you still accepting requests, i can ask a duff or steven (headcannons or one shot) with a reader that's guitarrist of a punk rock/hard rock band?

Duff mckagan with a rockstar girlfriend

A/n- okay so i really hope this is okay for you my lovely, please give me your honest feedback, it helps! And please request, everybody🫶🏼‼️

I am not ignoring your requests- I am working on them🫶🏼

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Loves your aesthetic and the way you present yourself

Walks around your apartment in your bands merch

Gets pissy because you can do eyeliner better than he can

Kisses you stupid when you get off stage

Brags to people about you- “my girlfriend is in that band, isn’t she awesome?”

You paint his nails sometimes

You also dye his hair for him when he needs it redoing

Listens to your music on repeat when you’re not around

If you have dyed hair, he will be mesmerised by the way it glimmers in different lights

He will also suggest the next colour you get

Sneakily watches you practice your instrument when you think he isn’t around

Loves loves loves your bold makeup, but loves it even more when he’s the one that has it running down your face

Isn’t a massive PDA person, but if men are staring at you, he will have a hand round your waist in seconds

Traces your tattoos with his fingers

Definitely has a picture of you in his wallet

Secretly searches you up, just to see all the pictures he hasn’t seen of you before

Finds the way you play mesmerising

After you get off stage, he is always waiting for you to give you a hug and a messy kiss

When he goes on tour, he wants to take you with him, and he gives you the most sad looking puppy eyes when you tell him you can’t because you have to stay and practice with your band

And when you go on tour, he counts down the days till he sees you again

Buys you jewellery that he thinks you would like

Brings you flowers after the first time you guys went big

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Thank you so much for all the love on this blog!! 🫶🏼

Please do a imagine where Y/N invites her friend Steven Adler over to help her with her homework. But during the homework, the two of them get distracted and start kissing and having sex in her room. And her parents aren't allowed to know about it, so they have to cover it up and say they were just doing homework 🤭

Bored

Summary: In a desperate attempt to make your school work less boring, you invite your best friend over, oblivious to the fact that it would end up being a very unforgettable night for the both of you.

Content warnings: kissing, p in v, swearing

A/n: Im so excited to write for Steven! Im so sorry this took so long my lovely, i hope this is okay for you 🫶🏼. Also, please keep the requests coming -this goes to all of you- it keeps me motivated and i love hearing your guys’ ideas‼️

I promise I am not ignoring your requests! It just takes me a bit to write them 🫶🏼

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You have never been so bored in your life.

This homework was kicking your ass, squinting at the book as the words stare right back at you. It’s like your practically reading in a different language, and you’re pretty sure you could pick that up faster than.. whatever this was. Who knows how to do this shit anyway?

Thats when it hits you, the best idea you’ve ever had

Steven. Now Steven would definitely not know how to do it, but he just so happens to be your favourite company. So you’re making him pay the price.

You make your way in to the hallway, and pick up the phone. The next 20 seconds seem like the longest of your life. “Hey! Whats up?” His voice rings through the phone, immediately giving you butterflies. No, no thats wrong, steven is your best friend and you are not going to let your silly feelings get in the way of that. You pursed your lips together before asking the question you phoned him to ask. “Can you come over? Im doing work and it’s really boring,” a couple seconds later his energetic voice sounded through the phone “ ‘course sweetheart I’ll be right there!” Followed by the beep of the call ending.

Well that was easy.

Around twenty minutes later did you hear your front door open. Legs sliding off the edge of your bed, you manoeuvred your way to let him in, passing your parents on the way. “Who’s here?” Your father asked with a stern look on his face. “It’s just Steven, dad, he’s helping me with homework.” Now if you were paying more attention, you would’ve seen the sideways glance your parents gave each other, but you were not, so you just made your way to the door.

You opened the door, eyeing the snacks tucked under his arm. Gosh his arm, the arm that you have spent far too long looking at. Ushering him in, you both scuttle your way back to your bedroom.

“Hey Stevie, sorry for this being last minute, I’m just so bored and i really don’t understand this topic.” You explained, guilt beginning to creep up your spine. “It’s totally fine if you want to go home, i get i—” but you were cut off by a honeyed voice, “sweetheart, i don’t wanna go home, i enjoy being with you, homework or not.”

Being with you. Being with you. The small phrase repeating itself inside of your head. Oh how you wish he was with you like that, you would never shut up. Putting that thought aside for the moment, you flashed him a cheesy grin and resumed your place on the bed. “Do you have any idea how to do this one?” You dare to ask. He picks up the piece of paper in an overly enthusiastic manner, and holds it about an inch away from his eyes, before slamming the paper back on to your bed with an exaggerated sigh. “No” was the concluded answer. The both of you bursted out into laughter, before you smacked him arm lightly and picked up the next question.

This went on for about an hour, you asking if he knew what to do, then him being just as clueless as you are, and writing down half-arsed answers in favour of being able to say you tried, when being met by your teachers disappointing gaze.

It was only when you got to the last question did you realise what the hell you were doing, so you excitedly started working it out, much to Stevens dismay. He called your name once, twice and three times before he decided to act on pure adrenaline.

One minute, you were scribbling down formulas and equations, the next you had lips connected with yours. It felt like nothing you had experienced before, soft lips interlocking with yours, calloused hands gripping your face with need. When he pulled away, your lips parted in shock, slightly swollen and rosy. “I’ve been wanting to do that for ages, sweetheart”

All you could do in that moment was stare, he had reduced you down to nothing in about 30 seconds. “Talk to me, honey, whacha thinking up there?” He used his knuckles to make a fake knocking movement on your head. You quite literally did not have words, so instead you did the only thing you could think of. Kiss him, again.

You practically pounced on the poor guy, cupping the back of his neck in one hand and holding his jaw with the other. Neither you nor Steven realised what you had done until you were straddling his lap while he was leant against the back of the headboard. He stared up at you with those eyes, flashing you that smile and you just couldn’t resist. “I really like you, Stevie,” was all you could muster up, and the answer you got in return made your whole week. No, scrap that, whole year.

“I really like you too.” And with that, you kissed him again.

Small, light weighted kisses quickly turned into devouring each other, and without even realising it, you started to rock your hips over his. You didn’t notice what you were doing until you heard the most gorgeous whimper come out of the man below you. “Is this okay?” You made sure. “Use me how you want, sweetheart, i want it all.”

With the newly found permission, you quickly started tugging at his belt, and making quick work of pulling his trousers down. He was left in his boxers and shirt, the outline of his dick visible through the thin layer of underwear. In just a quick pull, his shirt was off his head and dropped carelessly onto the floor. “Let me see you, baby” he needily grasped at all your clothing.

Within the next few minutes, you were sat naked in his lap, no layers to separate between you both.

You lifted your hips above his tip, moving forwards and backwards with ease, your slick coating him in a sheen layer. He groaned, and held your hips with a near-bruising force. “Sweetheart, please,” he begged, needy for your touch. And with that, you lowered yourself onto him, slowly sliding down until your ass was flush with his thighs.

The feeling was so overwhelming, the best thing you had ever felt, and it was obvious he felt the same with the way he moaned uncontrollably. “Shh, shh honey, we wouldn’t want my parents hearing us would we?” You asked, a newfound confidence creeping its way up your spine. He muffled out a little ‘mhmm’ at your condescending words and let his head rest against the top of the headboard.

You started to slowly grind your hips against his, feeling the blonde curls at the base of him hit your clit. Your hands roamed his chest, neck and eventually landed on his shoulders, keeping you steady while you rocked backwards and forwards. Little mewls were leaving your mouth, and flowing into the air, breaking the silence of the house, except for Steven, of course. He was whimpering every time his tip hit that spongey part inside of you, gaining pleasure from yours.

“You feel so good” he breathed out, as soon as you started to move up and down. You dragged your walls on his cock, feeling it twitch at every new movement. Gosh he was so responsive, and fairly bigger than anyone you had taken before, causing a dull ache to come from where you were connected. That quickly became pleasure, with the way he started to thrust his hips up to meet yours, ramming deeper than he was before.

“Stevie!” You yelled out of shock, the unexpected move bringing you great amounts of pleasure. His hand snaked its way from your hip, all the way to your mouth, where he held his had over it. “I know, I know. Shh baby it’s okay.” He whispered in your ear. The sound of his voice making your pussy clench. “Gosh, sweetheart, do that again and I’ll come,”

Was that supposed to make you stop?

Because now you know you hold so much power, you’re using it to your advantage. You purposely clench your walls around him, feeling a soft twitch inside you before you hear the inevitable “oh—sweetheart—oh gosh—I cant—” his hands held onto your waist like a vice, gripping so hard there were sure to be bruises. Not like you minded.

Your hand snakes its way down to your clit, rubbing in messy circles which very quickly lead to your orgasm. He moans and whimpers as you make muffled noises of your own, head buried into the crook of his neck, laying soft, wet kisses where you can reach.

After you have both came down, he gently turns around with you in his arms, making it so he is now on top of you, before pulling out gently. You wince at the emptiness, and he coos “I know baby, I’ll be right back,” and with that, he’s shuffled to the bathroom.

He comes back holding a damp flannel. “Open for me, honey, need to clean you up.” Your fucked out brain makes it hard to move, so he gently spreads your legs and whiles away the evidence of your joint desire. After, he balls it up and throws it in the direction of your washing basket, completely missing but not giving a shit. His arms wrap themselves around your midsection, your chin resting on his shoulder and your hands coming up to play with his beautiful curls.

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It must’ve been an hour later? Maybe an hour and a half? You don’t know, the only thing you care about right now is him. But it’s gotten late, he needs to go home, sleep in his own bed. So you slowly get up out of your bed, and hold a hand out for him to take. When he does, you yank him up in one swift movement. “Clothes, Stevie you need clothes,” you decide to state the obvious as you hand him back his band tee. “I don’t wanna.” He says as one big groan, lifting the shirt over his head and shoulders.

By the time you’re fully dressed, he is looking at you as if you built the sky. “What?” You say as a giggle. “Nothin’, just wondering whether you’d do me the honour of letting me take you on a date?” A chuckle leaves your throat. “Is that even a question, Steven, of course!” He breaths a big sigh of relief as he looks into your eyes. Those eyes he loves so much.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow, 6pm?” He asks, while beginning to make his way to your bedroom door. You follow him. “Yeah, yeah that works great with me.” You say with a smile. “Now let me walk you to my front door so you don’t have to face the wrath of my parents by yourself, remember, we were just doing homework.” You punctuate it with a tap of your finger on his nose, before opening your door and stepping into the cold hallway.

He follows you down, and you begin to make your way to the front door, but not without the interrogation, it seems. “What did you two get up to all afternoon?” Your father looks up from his news paper, peeking at the both of you over the top of it. “Homework, dad, Steven helped me with homework.” The annoyance in your tone doesn’t go unnoticed by your mother, who gives a pointed look.

You just turn around, look at Steven and give him a massive grin. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” You exclaimed excitedly. “Yeah you will.” He flashes you his smile before opening your door and stepping out.

“Goodnight, Steven”

“Goodnight, sweetheart”

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Thankyou for all the love 🫶🏼

can you do something with izzy?

when izzy and the reader meet again after some time

missing you

Summary- It had been 7 months since you had last seen Izzy, and it was affecting you more than you’d care to admit. You had been so close, so close to getting what you wanted, when it was abruptly taken from you. Now that he’s back, do you have a chance to redeem what was once so precious?

Content warnings-kissing, mutual pining, fluff, a tiny little sprinkle of angst, happy (and rushed) ending wooo!!!

A/n- izzy is my personal fav out of the og lineup of guns n’ roses, so this was a pleasure to write! I didnt know what you quite wanted (ex lovers, friends, long distance lovers) so i went with friends who were nearly lovers, then got split up for a while, then met again and had a go at a relationship 🫶🏼 i hope thats okay for you my lovely‼️also this seems to be quite long as i yapped, and yapped, and yapped so i’m sorry if you were wanting something shorter 💔💔

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Seven months, seven long, gruelling months since your heart was broken. Seven months since you had lost all hope at something you were so sure was going to work out.

Okay, well maybe thats a bit dramatic. It had been seven months since your nearly-boyfriend Izzy had left for a tour. You call him nearly-boyfriend, because thats how you would like to believe it was like. He was one of your closest friends, as you were his, and there had been times where you thought he was going to pop the question.

Like the time you were both stuffing your faces with Indian takeaway on your couch, with some cheesy rom com playing to keep you entertained. He had been sat so close to you, thighs pressed together, arms touching. He was so close to you, that if he turned his head, you were sure to be able to feel the gentle puff of air flowing out of his nose. Everything was so peaceful, and the silence between you was comforting.

It was domestic in a way, him and you eating like a couple on a random Tuesday night. Your feelings were just beginning to bloom into something more at this point, you had only just recently began seeing him as more than a friend. Thats why it had caught you off guard when the next words left his beautiful mouth.

“Hey, can i tell you something?” Izzy had mumbled out with a curious shine in his eyes.

“Course, Iz you can tell me anything, you know that,” you had said back, always happy to hear his thoughts.

You hadn’t missed the way he seemed to light up at the nickname, the nickname that only seemed to be reserved for you to use.

“It’s just i l—”

Your head tilted.

“I really appreciate you, you know?”

You had caught the way he stuttered the first time, but chose to ignore it, just seeing it as the outcome of voicing something so genuine and intimate.

“Awe Izzy y’know i appreciate you too” you had said, punctuated with a playful nudge to his thigh, which he quickly returned with his own.

Or maybe it was the time when he was sat on a chipped wooden chair in your bathroom. You were putting on gloves and preparing the hair dye when you caught him smiling, no, grinning at you through the mirror.

“What? Do i have something on my face?” You asked through little giggles.

“No, no. You’re fine” he had replied, still giving you that cheshire smile.

“Then why are you looking at me like that?” You questioned in an accusatory tone.

Izzy gave out a little laugh at your question, and gave himself a minute to carefully choose his next wording correctly.

“When you’re concentrating, you poke your tongue out through the side of your lips, it’s cute. You’re cute.” Was the answer he decided on.

You stood there, black box dye in hand, completely in awe of the man sat in front of you. All you could muster up was a quiet ‘thank you’ before returning to the rather messy task at hand.

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Dying Izzy’s hair for him had become a tradition ever since he had rocked up to your door at 2:29 in the morning, clad in plaid pyjama bottoms and a baggy band t-shirt. His hair was obviously a failed attempt, blotchy patches of brown and black dotted all over his head, and a pathetic little look on his face, he looked at you as if he was a kicked puppy, and the explanation he gave you was very short and mumbled out through a grumpy tone of voice.

Despite the way he had just showed up to your house, you still decided to help him, of course not before having a quite rather long chuckle at the state of him, which he answered to with a small shove at your shoulder.

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It had been seven months since you had enjoyed those memories with him, and it had taken its toll. You are sure that if Izzy saw the state you were in, he would laugh at you, and then help you get yourself back together. But izzy wasn’t here, you needed to sort this out yourself.

That is how you had gotten to this point, stood in your kitchen, wild hair and messy clothes, washing your dishes. You had spent the whole day taking care of your house, even going as far to organise the little cupboard hidden in the corner, which was filled with miscellaneous items that took at least an hour to get through.

Now it was time to take care of yourself, something you hadn’t done in months, not really. Of course you had gone to work, and done the basic morning and night routines, but you hadn’t properly given yourself even an hour to maybe take a long shower, to shave your legs or something. So thats exactly what you decided to do.

The water was hot, cascading down your back and washing away all the remnants of the day. Just what you needed. Your muscles relaxed and you finally had a moment to just relax. Soft hums left your mouth in the form of your favourite song, one that izzy shared your love for. If he was here, he would admire the effortlessness it took for you to sound so angelic, well, you did in his eyes anyway, no need to sing.

Considering this was supposed to be a pamper session, you had rummaged around and dug up all of your best shower items, which meant by the time you were stepping out of the shower, you felt, looked, and smelt amazing. You slipped into your pyjamas, which consisted of an oversized shirt and some cute shorts. Then followed that up by moisturising, and brushing your hair. You felt amazing, better than you had in a while. But some part of you still yearned for him. Everything about him was entrancing, often keeping you up at night thinking about his beauty.

The couch sank underneath you as you perched down onto it, grabbing ahold of the tv remote and flicking through the channels, nothing interesting at all— those thoughts were quickly interrupted by a gentle knock at your door. Thats weird, you weren’t expecting anyone round, and you hadn’t ordered your food yet. So who could it be?

Your feet padded across the floorboards as you made your way to the door. Unfortunately, you had no way of knowing who was on the other side until you actually opened the door, so you shyly creaked it open and poked your head around the side of it.

What you saw made your stomach flutter.

“Izzy?” It came out nearly as a shout, pure confusion etched into your voice, but you were happy nonetheless. “Hey sweetheart,” was his response, a bit pathetic you think, but you know he’s probably nervous, izzy has always been like that. “Come on in, oh my gosh why didn’t you tell me that you wer—were going to be back, i—i mean i would’ve—” your rambling was swiftly cut off by the foreign feeling of his lips against yours.

It took you by surprise, well, this whole situation did. The last you heard, izzy was in New York, preforming in-front of thousands of people. Now, he was in your apartment, kissing your lips as if he had been craving them for months. “I’ve been wanting to do that for ages.” He whispered. You think you went into some sort of shock, only able to open and close your mouth, rendered speechless.

“Sit,” he gestured towards my couch, “let me explain, please?” You nodded, unable to form actual words. But explain is what he did, he spoke to you about the tour, and why it ended as abruptly as it did. As well as voicing his reasoning as to why the first thing he did was come and see you. “I liked you— i mean, i like you, i have for a long time a—and i know i should’ve said something sooner, then maybe we wo—” Now it was your turn to shut him up. A small peck on his lips did the trick, his eyes gazing into yours. “Izzy, i like you too, you have no idea.” He looked at you gormless, as if not quite understanding what you were saying. Thats until you saw the exact moment those glossy eyes lit up.

You two spent the rest of the evening murmuring quiet love confessions and snuggling up to each other in the comfort of your bed, his lanky arms wrapped around your midsection and legs entangled with your own.

Whats that one quote? Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Thats beginning to make a whole lot of sense.

Could u maybe pls write a duff x reader?

Here's the plot:

Y/N is Axl's sister, and one day, he invites his bandmates over and casually introduces his sister to them. The moment Y/N meets Duff, she’s instantly drawn to him—but he barely pays her any attention. Disappointed, she flirts with Slash instead, trying to shake off the feeling.

Yet, no matter how hard she tries, Duff stays on her mind. She starts bombarding Axl with questions about him. Axl shares everything he knows, then casually mentions that Duff is dating someone. The news hits Y/N hard, and she falls into a lovesick mood. Axl, at first, doesn’t understand why his sister suddenly seems so down.

One evening, he finds her crying on the couch and asks what’s wrong. Through tears, she confesses that she thinks Duff is amazing. Axl laughs, telling her she should’ve said something sooner. Without hesitation, he picks up the phone and calls Duff, asking him to come over. Y/N is outraged and shocked, demanding to know what Axl is up to. He just grins.

Fifteen minutes later, Duff shows up, and Axl tells him to say something to Y/N. She tries to play it down, but Axl ends up spilling the truth. Duff looks surprised—but happy. As Axl leaves them alone, Duff tells Y/N he actually liked her too, but Slash had told him she was into him instead.

The misunderstanding finally clears, and the two start kissing and making out. 💕

Whipped

Summary- After meeting your brother’s band mates, you find yourself being particularly drawn to a certain blonde of the group. Unfortunately for you, he seems to not care less about your ogling, so you decide to flirt with the curlyhead instead. After an emotional and also embarrassing conversation with your brother, and a mortifying phone call later, it seems there may be hope overall.

Content warnings- kissing, reader down bad, crying, swearing, embarrassment

A/n- whoooweee! Gosh this was so fun to write, I’m so sorry it took so long!! I loved this idea and the fact that you described it in great detail, that was very helpful. I hope this is what you wanted my lovely 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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You couldn’t find it, where had you put it? You were searching for a certain shirt that you wanted to wear tonight, for going out with your best friend who insisted on dragging you to the local pub.

A big sigh left your mouth as you realised it must be downstairs, with the freshly cleaned washing. You were lazy, unwillingly dragging yourself down the steep stairs until you reached the bottom. What a workout, you thought as you shuffled your way into the living room. Now out of all the things you could’ve been prepared to see, this wasn’t one of them. Your mouth parted, as if trying to speak, opening and closing like a fish.

Two men sat on the sofa, one being Izzy, who you already knew, and two more were spread out on the floor, they were all very handsome men… except your brother of course. All of a sudden it clicked, Axl’s bandmates, who you had yet to meet. Well, not anymore, you suppose. On the very far left corner of the couch, sat a smiley man with blonde poofy hair, and next to him was Izzy, your brother’s childhood friend who you had met on multiple occasions. You gave him a little wave. Now on the floor sat a curly, black mop of a head, his curls framing his half-covered face. And last but not least, the man you had to take a second look for, another blonde. He was obviously taller by the way he towered over his friend effortlessly, and his pretty-looking face made you stare.

You never believed in love at first sight, in fact, you thought it was silly. That is until now. Christ he is hot; was just about the only thought flowing through your head at the moment, along with other miscellaneous things which you would never dare to say out loud.

“have you seen my shirt?” You ask your brother, the little shake in your voice not gone unnoticed by him. “The black one with the design” was what you added on, trying to make this situation a little less awkward.

“No, i haven’t. But why dont cha sit down here with us for a bit, y’know, get to know these guys,” Axl spoke. Now if it was under any other circumstance, you would’ve said no, but there was a gorgeous blonde who you just needed to meet.

“Alright.” You sigh. Hoping that the reason you cooperated so quickly wasn’t too obvious. Mumbled hellos float across the room, and everyone gave somewhat of a smile, except him. Of course, the one person you seem to be drawn to has no interest whatsoever. Gosh life is so unfair.

You try not to make the disappointment show, you really do try, but it’s hard when he’s just so damn pretty. You take in all your options, and decide the easiest way not to get your heart broken, is to distract yourself with the cute guitarist. So thats exactly what you do. The rest of the evening is spent with beers in hand, and flirty remarks passed between you and slash.

Eventually, they all went home, and that left you and Axl to clean up the mess. Not that you minded, as it gave you chance to start your plan. “Hey ax?” You call out. “Yeah?” Was the lighthearted response you received. “What’s the blondes’ name?” You found yourself asking. “You talkin’ about Duff?” He asked with a hint of confusion in his voice. No words came out your mouth in return, only a small hum of agreement.

This conversation had to have carried on for at least 15 minutes, and by the end of it, you knew his favourite colour, how old he was, if he has any pets, the instrument he plays, his favourite movie, and a brief summary of his personality overall. You hadn’t meant to ask all those questions, it just slipped ou- “oh yeah, and he has this girlfriend that—” The rest of Axl’s sentence became redundant, the only thing you’re focussing on, is the word ‘girlfriend’. Fuck fuck, way to ruin a girls mood.

You reply to his story with a half hearted laugh and a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. But of course, your brother being your brother, doesn’t notice a thing, just patting your shoulder and walking himself to his bedroom.

After standing in the living room for quite some time, you come to the decision to go to your own room, the steps on the way there feeling heavy, as if you’re carrying a weight. Then you continue your evening as usual, getting changed and brushing your teeth, then shimmying into the warm sheets. They glide against your freshly-shaven legs, and you take comfort in grasping the duvet in both hands, and pulling it all to under your chin.

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A couple days go by, and you’re still nore upset than you would like to admit you are. And apparently, your not as subtle as you think you are. You find this out when you step into the kitchen to pour yourself some cereal, you hear the sound of a throat clearing and you feel a finger poke you in your back.

You turn around, clearly annoyed. “What, Axl?” You snapped. “Nothing, just wondering whats got you all—” he paused for a minute before adding, “grumpy” is what he decided on. “Im not grumpy, and even if i was i don’t see how thats your business?” And without even giving him a chance to reply, you walk away. Cereal forgotten.

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It was the next day, and you still weren’t feeling any better. You don’t even know why you feel this way, you barely even spoke to the guy! But whatever you were feeling, it wasn’t nice. Your saline tears drip down from your eyes and trail their way down towards your mouth, the salty taste not gone unnoticed by yourself.

What time was it? You had sat down on the couch at around, what was it? 1pm? And what was it now? Glassy eyes gazed towards the clock, 7pm. Wait— 7pm? You could’ve sworn you had only been sat for half an hour, an hour at most.

Your mind started to spiral. Thought after thought making its way into your head. The inner monologue mocking you, discriminating you, telling you that you could be better than this, should be better than this. But it all comes to a screeching stop as a voice penetrates your hearing.

“Alright” he says, sliding into the spot next to you and turning towards you with an expectant look on his face. In that protective older brother fashion, he refuses to leave until you tell him whats wrong, which is when it all came out. It was like you had no control of your mouth, it was speaking freely for you, and there was no stopping it. Word after word just tumbles out, and you see his eyes slowly start to widen.

By the time you’re finished, you only just come to realise what you’ve just done. Shit. You didn’t mean to do that. You just confessed your feelings for your brother’s friend, to your brother. You were expecting him to shout, to ask whats wrong with you. Maybe even throw a couple of things. What you definitely were not expecting was the small smile that crept its way onto his face, the smile that appeared any time he had a mischievous idea.

“What?” You asked in a sharp tone, annoyed by his reaction and the pure calmness of it all. Axl didn’t do calm, in fact, this was damn near never heard of. “Oh nothing.. you should’ve just said something sooner” he replied, that smirk growing to a concerning degree. Before you even had a chance to register what he was doing, his hand reached on to the coffee table in front of you both, and picked up the phone. When you tried to ask him what he was doing, you were met with his index finger on your lips, and an exaggerated pout which meant ‘shush’.

There was a sudden click of the telephone, and then a groggy “hello?”. “Duff I’m gonna need you to come over right now,” your eyes widened, and then you lurched forward in a sad attempt at grabbing the phone. He lifted it above his head, brung it down for a quick second to shout an unnecessarily loud ‘thank you’ into the phone, and then slammed in back down onto the table.

“What did you do!” Was all you had to say, panic seeping in. He didn’t respond, he just kept that cheshire grin on his face. The next 15 minutes were the longest of your life, you were pacing, walking back and forth between the couch and the front door.

Your advances were abruptly stopped when a knock sounded through the house. You froze in place, and then shuffled back to the couch, dreading whats next to come. You don’t look over as the door opens, nor do you look when you hear your brother say something under the lines of ‘just talk to her, please?’

The couch dips next to you, and you turn your head to be met by those dazzling eyes. “I uh—i don—i don’t know why my brother called you, i—it’s not a big deal” you stuttered out, hoping to kill the silence. “Bullshit!” Your brother exclaimed, before starting again; “my sister likes you, but she’s too much of a pussy to vocalise it so i took it into my own hands to do it for her.” He exhaled deeply, like a weight was physically off his shoulders. Little noises of unfinished sentences started to leave your mouth, trying to find somewhat of an excuse for.. whatever that was.

Duff’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. You looked around the room, hoping an excuse would just.. come out of nowhere? But instead you caught the last glimpse of your brother as he walked out of the room. Prick. You were zoned out of the situation until a voice snapped you back to reality. “You—you like me?”

At this point it felt as if you had lost all ability to speak, so you just nodded your head up and down in hopes he would take that for an answer. Fortunately, luck was in your favour and a big smile spread its way across his face. “Seriously?—i mean, Slash told me you were in to him,” he said with a melancholy tone. “I just flirted with slash to avoid thinking of you” was your reply, short but sweet.

His head tilted to the side slightly, and he leaned in just enough for you to interpret it however you would like. Of course, you met him halfway. Your lips connected, and moved together as if they had done this hundreds of times before. When you began to lose air, you pulled apart and rested your forehead on his, breathing heavily in each others presence.

After you had both regained your breath, you started again. Small pecks turned into the melding of lips that lasted for what felt like minutes.

You two could’ve gone on for hours, just kissing each other like it hurts to be apart. But of course, all good things must come to an end, and sometimes that end is in the shape of your older brother yelling “ew! Get a room.”

Axl rose headcannons

A/n- okay so this is just a little something while i write ALL of my requests. I’m so sorry it’s taking a bit long i will be on it tonight my lovelys 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Learns to braid your hair after you gave up with trying (but he doesn’t tell you and just waits until you start complaining about your hair to show you)

Possessive over you

Gets concerningly jealous

Believes its the little things that matter (buys flowers or plans movie nights)

Kisses like a man starved

Always touching you in a way (hand holding, on your waist, on the lower half of your back)

Before you, he would have girls all over him, but now he goes rigid if he’s approached by a female/females.

Cheeky grin

Got that guilty look in his eyes whenever he’s done something wrong, so you always know no matter if he’s told you or not

If he’s at your house and takes a shower he will use your shampoo just to feel that bit closer to you

Also nicks your makeup and when you wonder where it is he acts clueless (it is then found back in your makeup bag within the hour due to the reminder to put it back)

Is a suck up for hugs from behind, whether that is receiving or giving

The most stubborn little shite you have ever met

He is so childish during arguments and has points that do not make sense

But he isn’t afraid of saying sorry if he sees you are upset

You don’t fight very often, despite his temper

You calm him down (not in a pick me ‘one touch and he’s fine kind of way) but more like a ‘if you are around me i will refrain myself from hurting others’ kind of way

Purposely leaves his clothes around in hopes you will wear them

He secretly celebrates if you do

The first time he saw you in his shirt he could not keep his hands off of you

Either holds you insanely close to himself while asleep or pushes you right to the other end of the bed. There is no in between

Kicks in his sleep

Cannot tolerate silence

Always has to be making noise whether its humming a song or talking to himself

Has attempted to choose your outfit before but it looked horrible

And got moody when you didn’t wear it

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A/n- i hope you guys enjoy! Please please send requests for my very uncreative self because i am very happy to write your ideas!

Hey! Can I request something smutty with Duff and Axl, please?

Can i join?

Summary- after watching your boyfriend Duff preform on stage tonight, you practically cannot tear yourself off of him. Your clingy advances lead to a raunchy backstage quickie, too bad you forgot to lock the door.

Content warnings- swearing, thigh riding for a split second, hickeys, p in v, unprotected sex, threesome, getting caught, hand kink (i think), brief handjob, oral sex. I think thats it let me know if not!

A/n- oh my gosh its my first fic! Thankyou to the person who requested this i appreciate it. I hope i managed to execute this nicely for you 🫶🏼 (i will be working on the other request that i got asap!) Also i am an english gal so I’m so sorry to any other people who have to put up with my British way of saying certain words!

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The backstage party was in full swing.

Slash was the first to arrive out of the band, quickly followed by Izzy and Steven who were chatting about something or another. Your cheeks were on fire, or they at least felt like it. You had just watched your boyfriend Duff preform on stage, in front of thousands of people. Girls were throwing items on the stage and screaming his name. At first you felt a little jealous, until you remembered that you hopefully will be the one fucked by him tonight.

While you wait on the flaky chair in the corner, watching Slash and Steven pour a lethal mix of alcoholics together, you cant help but think of the way Duff looked on stage. His blonde hair sticking to his toned chest, the face he made when fully concentrating and the way his long fingers moved up and down his bass. God his fingers, your thighs clench together as you imagine them someplace else. Maybe trailing the sharp angle of your jaw, slowly moving down your neck towards your collarbone.

You remember the first time he touched you like that, as if you were delicate, something worth being careful for.

The trance you seemed to be stuck in was quickly broken out of when you hear his raspy voice. Your head whips up and your feet seem to carry you all the way into his ready arms. His biceps wrap themselves around your waist and those fingers find their way to the small of your back.

“Hey baby” was the first thing that he said as his head worked its way into the crook of your neck. “Holy shit you did so good out there today” was the first thing you can think to say. He pulled away with a lopsided grin and dragged you towards that same chair you were waiting in. When he sat down you were quick to follow, landing straight in his lap. You encased one of his thighs between both of your legs and rested your forehead on his shoulder for a quick second before just having to look at his face again.

Gosh, he was just so beautiful you could stare all day long. You didn’t even realise what you were doing until his eyes widened and those large hands of his came to rest on your hips, stopping all movement. You had been subtly grinding yourself on his thigh and the realisation made your face redden.

Embarrassment rushed through your body, and you were quick to muster up some sort of an excuse, “i-I’m so—thats not— i don’t—” but you were quickly interrupted by his index finger on your lips. “Follow me” was the last thing you heard before you were picked up off of his lap and placed standing next to the chair. It all happened so fast, one moment you were stood up, mildly confused, then the next he had a firm grip on your wrist and you were being dragged through the room and out the door.

Apparently, in the mere 30 seconds you had been rubbing yourself against him, he had become so worked up he just needed to have you now.

Before you could even so much as speak, you were being rammed inside an unoccupied room and pushed against the door, making it slam shut with a bang. His mouth was immediately on your neck, sucking marks into your skin for you to worry about later. His teeth skimmed a particularly sensitive spot which caused a shiver to run down you, followed by a soothing lick of his tongue on the same spot. Your hands were in his hair, slightly pushing him further towards your heated skin.

When he came back up, with glassy eyes and puffy lips, he kissed you with a fervour you’ve never felt before. The pure hunger in the way he was devouring your face was making you squirm impatiently. You found yourself begging, “Duff pl—kiss—please i—kiss—need you”

The relief that rushed through your body was intense when your begging seemed to work, his arms finding your waist and walking you until the back of your knees hit the side of the bed. Wait, bed? It seems the room you had stumbled into was a dressing room of the sort? No, that couldn’t be right, you were backstage for goodness sake! Either way you were simply too horny to continue to think about the room situation and quickly moved on with your thoughts when those hands you love so much reached the hem of your shirt.

By the time you were completely undressed, you were feeling quite needy, which is why the fact that your boyfriend was still completely clothed was beginning to become a problem. Your fingers tugged at his belt as he hovers over you in the middle of the bed. Unfortunately for you, you seemed to be quite shaky, so ever-the-loving Duff decided to give you some help. You shouldn’t have been surprised really, at the whole 4 seconds it took him to do the task that was taking you minutes, or at least what felt like minutes.

His trousers were off in a swift movement and his shirt wasn’t far behind, leaving him clad in only his boxers. The outline of his dick was prominent, easily visible through the thin layer of his underwear. If someone were to ask you ‘whats one sight you’ll never get sick of?’ It’s this, 100%. Your boyfriend. On top of you. Nearly naked. Fuck yes.

His hair was dangling down and tickling your cheeks, you could’ve sworn that you could feel him everywhere. Well, everywhere except for where you needed him, which is when you decided to let your hand venture down beneath the waistband of his boxers.

You stroked him up and down, eliciting a slight grunt out of the man above you. You were quite happy to carry this on, lost in the pleasure you got from pleasing him, but he had other ideas. His hand came down to stop yours in its movement and slowly pulled it away. The disappointment on your face must’ve been obvious because he was quick to reassure you, “Its okay sweetheart y’know you’ll get what you want” was all you needed to completely sink into the comfort below. His boxers were dragged off of himself and his cock sprung free, his hand wrapping around it before placing his tip at your underwear covered entrance.

You mewled, whined even and it was enough to send duff into a spiral, yanking your pants to the side and burying himself deep into your pussy. A damn near pornographic moan slipped from your mouth at the sheer intensity of it all, and Duff wasn’t the best at hiding his groans either. He dragged himself out till only the tip was resting inside you before slamming back in, this was the start of a brutal pace. His hands were gripping your hips, sure to leave bruises while bringing them down onto his cock as he thrust forward, his dripping tip hitting that gummy soft spot, Every. Damn. Time.

Meanwhile your hands were everywhere, yanking on his hair, holding the back of his neck, dragging your nails down his muscular back.

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In the hallway, a certain ginger was on the hunt for a hot chick to fuck, when he heard little ‘uh uh uh’s’ coming from the room he was about to pass. He took one step back and put his ear to the door, listening in. “Fuck! Don’t sto— don’t stop—”. Now that was certainly a way to get his dick hard, i mean, not that it was ever a problem anyway. The second Axl gets worked up, any hope of smart thinking is thrown out the window. Which is exactly why he decides to try the door handle. But who in their right mind would leave a door unlocked when their having se- oh… oh, he was now stuck in a dilemma, either back away and slowly close the door, act completely normal like you never saw a thing or he could stand there and watch, like the horny fuck he is, and fuck his fist until he’s satisfied.

Now he is absolutely certain that there probably is other options, but wheres the fun in that? And even if he wanted to back away, to turn around and go and blow of some steam with a pretty girl, he couldn’t, completely fucking awestruck by the was his friends cock moves in and out of his girlfriends pussy. Gosh, her pussy, slick with arousal and perfectly noisy, just how he likes it.

He imagines himself lapping at her entrance, pushing his tongue in to her hole until she comes on his face, while duff fucks her in-

That thought was quickly shut down by a screech, and a shout from his friend “what the actual fuck man?” Oh shit, was his only thought. He looked down , and he was achingly hard and palming himself. What a pathetically embarrassing thing to be caught doing.

His presence seemed to have a positive effect on you though, as your eyes rolled back and you started to move again, fucking yourself on your boyfriends cock. Axl’s dick jumped at the sight, practically salivating at the mouth. That horny brain that was mentioned earlier, is exactly what made these next words leave his pretty little mouth. “Can i join?”

Duff felt your walls squeeze his length, and he had to calm himself down before actually thinking this through. Well, he had shared girls with Axl before, when you weren’t his yet, and he would be lying if the idea wasn’t appealing to him. And before he knew it, he found himself agreeing.

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You laid across the bed, head hanging off one side and your legs spread on the other. This was the dirtiest thing you have ever been up to, and you were starting to second doubt yourself. That is until your boyfriends voice could be heard. By the sound of it, he was stood between your spread legs, the thought making your pussy clench around nothing. “Baby you still okay with this?” He asked genuinely. “mhm, i wan’it, want it so bad”

That seemed to be enough, because his hands started dragging across your supple thighs, one staying still while the other finds its rightful place on your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles as he pushes in his cock. A whimper left your mouth, all sweet and sultry and extremely whiney.

You couldn’t believe this was happening, sweet loving sex with your boyfriend turned into a threesome with one of his closest friends. Fuck, the thought made you clench.

Axl walked into your view, cock hard and drooling at the tip, very worked up from watching your earlier actions. Instinctively, your mouth opened, which was greeted by a chuckle from the handsome man in front of you. Well i suppose from this angle, upside down. It didn’t really matter anyway, as his dick breached your lips and ventured into the back of your throat. His pace was fast, unforgiving as he fucked your throat, going so deep he could see the dent he was making on the outside of your neck. His hand came to cover it, feeling his tip touch his hand through your slim neck. This made you moan, and gag as you tried to come up for some air but axl was having none of it, fucking your throat senseless.

Meanwhile your boyfriend was still continuing his attack on your pussy, slowly pulling out and then slamming back in before you can so much as think. You have never felt this full before, this complete in your sexual experiences. Now you had felt this pure ecstasy once, you were never going to stop yearning for this moment to happen again, and with the way they both looked to be thoroughly enjoying it, you doubt you’ll have to wait long.

Pumpkingut5’s masterlist!📸

Please request!

Guns n’ roses:

Axl rose:

Headcannons

Slash:

Nothing yet

Izzy stradlin:

Missing you

Steven adler:

Bored

Duff mckagan:

Whipped

Rockstar girlfriend headcannons

More than one band member:

Can i join?

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Mötley crüe:

Nikki sixx:

Nothing yet

Tommy lee:

Nothing yet

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Hanoi rocks:

Sami yaffa:

Tall girlfriend headcannons

Michael monroe:

Nothing yet

Nasty suicide:

Nothing yet

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Criminal minds:

Spencer reid:

Nothing yet

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A/n- i realise this looks like a pretty sad masterlist right now but i swear im working on it 😭😭( PLEASE send requests 🫶🏼 )

hello so im making a gc on snap for rock/metal fans and people should join msg me 😛

Michelle

part 4 (a)

a/n: well ive been putting this off for ages x

warnings: uh idk just read with caution i cant fucking remember, kinda hinted sexual stuff, CLIFFHANGER 🏋🏽‍♂️

part 3

Weeks had passed. Nothing had happened. Although Izzy was starting to feel used the more he was with Axl. Slash avoided Axl like the plague, but when he couldn't, Axl would show off Izzy in the most intimate ways. From an outsiders perspective, they simply looked like newfound lovers. But in reality, they were never intimate unless Slash was around.

Slash decided to spend all of his time with Nat. She had been going out on dates with Michelle, who Slash still hadn't met. Until today.

Michelle was this tan, curly black haired girl who was much taller than both of them. She was stunning, like a model. "You're Slash?" Michelle asks. He nods. Michelle laughs, "what kind of name is Slash?" He glares at her, was she stupid? Or was she just trying to be irritating?

Slash immediately didn't like her. She had this strange vibe. He didn't like it. "It's a nickname, actually. My name's Saul, but everyone calls me Slash. You will too," he says. Nat gives him a look as if to say 'what are you doing?'. Michelle gives him a strange look, "I will too?" She asks. Slash nods, "only people I'm close with call me Saul." Slash states, quite bluntly, but he doesn't care. There's something off about this woman.

Throughout their lunch period, Slash notices several things wrong with Michelle. They were in a secluded area, so they didn't have to hide from anyone.

Multiple times, Nat tried to kiss Michelle, and each time, it ended up as a peck on the cheek, seemingly by accident. Slash knew better.

Nat would try to hold her hand or put her arm around her, and Michelle would come up with a different excuse to get up momentarily.

Michelle had mentioned all of her past ex boyfriends. Boyfriends. Not a single girlfriend.

Michelle was friends with some of the most popular people in school, including the two guys who had attacked Slash after he was outed.

When lunch was over, Michelle hurried off way too quickly for Slash's liking. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Nat asks, punching him in the arm. Slash lets out a pained sound, "Owwwhat?!" He glares at her, rubbing his arm. "You were so rude to her! What was that about?!" She looked genuinely angry at him, which worried him. She was completely manipulated by this girl.

Slash sighs, deciding to tell her the truth, "I don't trust her, Nat." She glares at him, "what do you mean? You only just met her!" Slash groans, "She had an off vibe! There's something she's hiding, something she's keeping from you! I mean, did you not see how many times she shot you down when you tried to hold hands, or kiss, or hug, or do anything remotely couple like?" Nat sighs, "she's new to the school! She doesn't know it like we do. She was probably scared of getting caught!"

Slash takes a deep breath, "just be careful around her, please? She's friends with the most popular people in school so just be careful, okay?" Nat rolls her eyes, "fine." She decides to tell him what he wants to hear, even with no real intention of 'being careful'.

Nat hurries off to class before he can say anything else. Slash sighs. He turns around to go to his own class and bumps into Izzy. He panics slightly and mentally prepares himself for a scene in front of everyone. Instead, Izzy looks at him, "hey, sorry man. Didn't see you turning," he shrugs and walks on. He wasn't trying to be rude and Slash could tell.

Slash follows him with his eyes. Izzy seemed like a genuinely nice, laid-back guy who he could probably get along with well. The only problem was Axl. Izzy was being used. Slash almost felt bad for him until he saw Axl grabbing him once again in suggestive ways to piss Slash off and still keep their relationship hidden.

Slash stands there staring at them. For some reason, this particular moment really angered him.

Izzy smiled nervously at Axl and said something to him before walking off to class. Axl starts walking in a different direction. Slash decides to follow him, knowing he was skipping his last two classes of the day.

They get to the tree when Slash loses his temper, "what the fuck is wrong with you!? What are you trying to do!?" Axl stops and turns to look at him, "you creep, did you follow me here?" Slash nods, "yeah, I did. I'm sick of this. Why are you using that guy? What's he done to you? Nothing! You're just trying to piss me off! You're hurt because of what I said and did, and I get that, but that doesn't mean you get to use someone else! He's a person too, and he seems like a genuinely nice guy, and he doesn't deserve to be absolutely flat out miserable with you, knowing he means nothing to you! And what's worse is i can tell you originally just wanted to hang out with him but for some reason your sick and fucking twisted mind decided he would be the perfect 'thing' to use for the sole purpose of trying to piss me off and it's not fair! It's not fucking fair, Ax!"

Axl stands there, completely dumbfounded. Slash storms off before letting Axl reply. He walks around for a while before realising he hasn't eaten. He walks to Natalie's dad's diner to get food. He stays there until the end of the school day before walking back to school because he still wants to take Nat home.

He sees her walking hurriedly to the gate and grabs her arm, "hey, where are you going?" She looks up at him, "home?" Slash glares at her, "why are you in such a rush?"

"I'm meeting Michelle at her place. I need to go home and get ready!" She exclaims, Slash sighs, "alright, well, let me give you a ride, yeah?" Nat nods, "okay."

Slash gives her a ride back to her place and waits while she gets herself dolled up, then drops her off at Michelle's. He watches her walk in with the worst anxiety. Somethings not right.

For the first time, Michelle and Nat actually share a kiss. Which quickly turns into a heavy makeout session. And then stripping. But only Nat. But she doesn't realise. Michelle does everything she can to turn her into a worked up and excited mess.

She has her layer out, 'ready for her'. It's gonna happen, Nat thinks to herself. Michelle excuses herself to grab something that she claims is very important, which only fuels her excitement. After a while, she comes back.

"Is that a camera..?"

i fr just need to lock in and finish the slaxl fic ffs

forgot i was writing the slaxl fic tbh.

Who is he?

part 3 (a)

a/n: kinda spoiler but this is just a build up for the next two chapters. the calm before the storm 😈

warnings: im not really sure there are any

part 2

enjoy ★

Slash stares at them. He's not entirely sure how to feel. Axl was sitting on the wall with a black haired, pale, scrawny looking boy. All they were doing was sharing a joint. That's not what bothered him. People share joints all the time. What bothered him was how quickly he seemingly moved on.

Nat looks up at him, "are you okay? She carefully asks. He opens his mouth to answer, but Axl spots him, "shit," he says, a little too calm.

Axl comes over to them, the black haired boy following curiously. "Hey..." Axl says, looking down at the ground. Nat backs away a little. Slash stays quiet. "Uh... haven't seen you around in a while," Axl says, looking at Slash but not making eye contact.

"Been sick," Slash says, shrugging. Axl notices his bandaged wrist, and he immediately grabs it, "shit, what happened?" Slash feels his eyes welling up. He didn't realise how much he actually missed the ginger prick until now. The way he was gently holding his wrist and the concern on his face just like when they were dating.

They finally make eye contact.

They stare at each other silently. It wasn't hate. It wasn't love, it wasn't remorse, it wasn't guilt. It wasn't anything. But it was overwhelmingly all of those things at the same time. Slash breaks the silence after a long while, "who is he?"

Axl drops his wrist and clears his throat, "uh, t-this is Izzy... he moved here last week," Izzy smiles slightly. It was clear he didn't know about Slash and Axl. He was angry. "New friend of yours?" Axl at him with the same amount of rage. The way Slash had put an emphasis on 'friend' meant he knew there was something between the two of them. Both of them were angry with eachother.

Axl smiles angrily, "yep. New... friend."

"Uh, Slash?" Nat chimes in. He looks at her, "what?" She grabs his hand, "my dad... he's waiting for us... come on, you need to eat" Slash sighs and nods, "yeah, yeah, I'm coming," he says, then looks back up at Axl.

Nat has to physically drag him away.

Another few weeks pass. Slash and Axl had done a great job avoiding eachother. Nat was doing everything she could to distract him, and the thing that worked best was talking about her own love life.

It was a Saturday night, Slash was at her place helping her get ready for her date with Michelle.

"How many dates have you been on with this girl?" He asks. "Four" Nat replies, trying to fix her makeup. "Do I get to meet her?" She pauses. "Not yet..." He scoffs, "why not?" She looks at him and frowns, "because I'm not ready to introduce her yet!"

Slash sighs, "yeah, alright. You ready to go?" Nat smiles excitedly, "I think so... I'm really nervous. I might puke." Slash drops Nat off for her date and then he drives back home. On his way, he spots Axl and Izzy sitting in the park.

He grips the steering weel tighter, staring at them angrily. They were simply chatting. Until Axl looked over and saw Slash staring at them.

Suddenly Axl couldn't keep his hands off Izzy, grabbing him, kissing him, holding him. Slash drove off, pretending like he didn't care. Like it wasn't the most painful thing he'd ever experienced.

He drove off into the night, driving around aimlessly.

Idk if you're active or not but if you are could you do a slash x reader where reader has an ed and he tries to help

a/n: i hope this is ok cuz its kinda short ;-;

warnings: mentions of eating disorders

enjoy ★

Slash was embarrassed at how long it had taken him to realise. He was trying to get to your place as fast as he could, hoping he wasn't too late. Duff was the one who told him about how it had been a week since you ate.

He finally gets to your apartment, going straight for the hidden key. He didn't want to waste any time.

He walked into your apartment and stared at your body laying on the floor. "Fuck." He kneels down beside you. Still breathing. He sighs in relief and shakes you, "baby?" Your eyes flutter open, and he lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. You blink up at him, not fully processing where you were yet, "hi," you smile sleepily.

Slash smiles sympathetically, "hey, sweetheart... you really scared me there, you know?" You frown, still confused, "why?" He sighs, "I found you in here, passed out on the floor... you fainted," he explains.

Slash gives you time to come back into reality. When you do, he lifts you onto the couch. "Why are you starving yourself, baby?" He grabs your hands. "I eat too much..." He stares at you, looking completely heartbroken. You were clearly underweight. Dangerously.

Slash shakes his head, "no, you aren't eating anything at all!" You frown. "I am- " He cuts you off, grabbing your wrist. "Baby, I can feel your bones... Take your sweater off."

You hesitate, then slowly take it off. Slash's face drops. "Oh, sweetheart..." He traces his fingers over your ribs, the ribs that could be very clearly seen. You tense up. "S-stop it..." Slash grabs your hands, kissing your forhead. "It's okay. I'm gonna help you, yeah?"

You look up at him, sniffling, "...r-really?"

He nods. And he kept his promise.

It took a few months for you to gain just a little weight. He ate every time you did so you wouldn't feel under pressure. If you were ever eating with the rest of the band, he told them to eat as much as they could.

The two of you were sitting in the Walnut House watching some documentary on snakes. It amazed you how much Slash loved snakes. What amazed you even more was how attached you'd grown to his snake, which was currently resting on top of both of your heads.

Your stomach growled and Slash looks down at you. "Darling?" You don't look up, "hmm?" He mutes the Tv, "time to start making dinner, yeah?"

You hesitate.

He looks down at you, "sweetheart? What is it?" You tear up, "I... can't..." He sighs, "one of those days, huh?" You nod, teary eyed. Slash thinks for a minute. You were the one who cooked, not because you were a woman, but because you enjoyed it, and Slash couldn't cook for shit. He was still hungry, but he knew it would be wrong to ask you to cook anyways.

"How about we order some takeout?" You frown. "Please?" Eventually, he convinces you and he orders food from your favourite take out place.

Half an hour later, your food comes. Slash takes it into the kitchen and puts it out on plates. He puts all of his onto one plate, but he purposely leaves a generous amount of yours still in the bag. He brings the plates into the living room and hands you one. "I'll eat at the same time as you, okay?"

You nod.

He holds his fork up, waiting for you. You hesitantly hold your fork up. Tears were streaming down your face. Slash moved when you did. You moved the fork closer and closer to your mouth until you finally put it in your mouth.

It was ugly. Without context it looked like he was forcing you. But you knew this was good for you.

You kept crying. But you felt supported. This was definitely going to be a long recovery. But knowing Slash would be there, doing everything he can, made it just a little easier. And you couldn't feel more grateful for that.

so ive been sick... 😰

i start writing again now

does anyone else fw weekend at bernies ;-;

You can't hurt me

part 2 (a)

a/n: i love angst. this version is the depressing one but its good i promise 🙏🏻

warnings: angst, mentions of sh, mentions of suicide, mentions of eds,

part 1

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She sat with him, bandaging his wrist. Slash stayed quiet. He hadn't shown his face in public since breaking up with Axl.

His fake girlfriend, Natalie, came over after school to talk to him. He hadn't told her about their breakup yet. She tapes his bandage and cups his face, "you look awful... when was the last time you slept?" He shrugs.

She sighs, "wanna tell me what happened?"

He nods slowly, then tells her everything, not leaving any detail out. "I fucked up, I mean I really fucked up, Nat. Bad." She wraps her arms around him tightly, "I'm sorry, honey. I'm so sorry this happened. I'm so sorry it's so difficult. It shouldn't have to be this difficult."

He felt safe with her. They had known each other since they were little kids. She was the first person he came out to, resulting in her doing the same and leading to their fake relationship.

He sighs. "Am I an asshole?" She looks up at him, "what makes you think that?" He looks down and frowns, "I'm the one who broke up with Ax... Because I said us being together is wrong." His voice shakes. "Well, do you really believe that?" She asks cautiously, knowing how vulnerable he was already feeling.

He shrugs, "I...I don't know."

Nat sighs, "what makes you think it's wrong?" Slash looks at her. For a long time. Then he comes up with an answer.

"Everyone hates me. They judged me before for having long hair, and for being black, and for dressing the way I do, and for the few times someone saw me with red nails. They judged me. But they tolerated me. They talked to me in class. I got invited to parties. But now they hate me. They look at me with pure disgust. They write shit all over my locker. They write death threats and put them in my locker. They tell me I should end it. The day I broke up with Ax, I was assaulted. I was walking home alone, and these two guys from the football team started attacking me. And they weren't stopping. They were actually going to kill me for the simple reason that I love a man. I love him so much, and I know love is hard, and it takes patience. But I don't want to live my life hiding from people who might actually try to beat me to death because of who I love. That's not fair."

She frowns. "Oh baby, I'm sorry..." Slash shrugs. "I guess this is just how it has to be..."

A few weeks go by. With the help of Natalie, Slash felt comfortable enough to start coming back to school. He dreaded seeing Axl. He was surprised when the entire day had passed and Axl was nowhere to be found.

He shrugged it off and went to find Nat. She was waiting for him outside the school with a big goofy grin on her face. He scrunches his face up, "why are you so happy?"

She grins up at him, "I have a date."

His eyes widen, "a date!? With who!?" She smiles, "she's new here. She's called Michelle. She's super cool, and she's really pretty and -" Slash interrupts her, "I get it you little lesbian." She giggles. She was so excited. He smiles. This was nice. He was happy for her.

The two of them start walking away from the school. Nat looks up at him, "you hungry?" Slash looks down at her, "yeah, I didn't eat lunch," she frowns, "why not?" "Fish."

She nods. She knew there was a time when he had a difficult relationship with food, but this was just him hating any kind of food that came from the ocean. "Well, my dad said we can go to the diner and get lunch and dinner whenever we want," he looks down, "yeah? How much?" She rolls her eyes, "it's free, dumbass." His eyes light up.

The diner wasn't far, and the walk there only built their appetite. They were walking towards the diner, Nat walked a little bit ahead of Slash before she realised he had stopped.

She turned back to look at him, "what's wrong?" He stayed silent. Just kept staring at whatever it was he was so interested in. She looks over to see what he was staring at, and then her face drops, "oh..."

Axl.

With another man.

k so im gonna pretend like writing slaxl isnt embarrassing. i kinda really wanna turn that angst oneshot into like a big story (ive alr started writing part 2...). but ive thought of two different versions and ones really depressing and doesnt end well and the other does and idk which one to write

also can u all start sending me more requests i have severe writers block 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

so based on my inbox im guessing you guys want more subby slash 🤔🤔🤔🤔

i have started writing again but i wont be taking part in kinktober this year cuz its alr the 13th n thats way too overwhelming

i lowk just realised since my last post ive no idea what to write next

SEND ME REQUESTS PLEASE 💔

good boy

warnings: weed, high sex, oral (f receiving), handjob x, praise, subby slash :3

a/n: hes actually a little bitch

enjoy ★

It was a Saturday night, and you were at home, waiting for your food to be delivered and watching TV. You were taking a break from going out and drinking and partying and having sex with whatever rockstar you could. You get up when there's a knock on your door, thinking it was your food.

You open the door, "Slash?"

He smiles nervously. You had never seen him this nervous before. "H-hey, um, sorry for just showing up," he was barely making eye contact. He must be sober. You shrug and step to the side, "its fine, it's not like im doing much anyway."

He comes in and shuts the door, "you look different," he says whilst taking in your appearance.

You blush and look down. You were in pyjama bottoms and an old t-shirt. Your hair was slightly messy, and you weren't wearing any makeup or perfume. It was the complete opposite of what he was used to. Usually, you were dressed in crop tops and mini skirts or short shorts. "Oh, yeah, um...I just thought I'd stay home tonight and relax," you shrug. He smiles nervously, "yeah, I get it."

You walk back over to your couch and sit down, gesturing him to follow. "So, why'd you come over?" He blushes and stays quiet for a little while, "the first and last time i met you, all we did was fuck, and it was right before a show so I basically left as soon as we were done, and I felt bad about that, because I'm not actually that kind of guy...I tried looking for you after the show but, I couldn't find you anywhere," he pauses and looks up at you, you could tell how nervous he was, which confirmed that he was sober. "I came over because I want to get to know you...whether that leads to just a nice night, us becoming friends, anything. I just know I want to get to know you."

You smile, "Slash, that's so sweet... I wanna get to know you too," he blushes again and smiles nervously. "Slash?" He looks up, "y-yeah?"

You smile sympathetically, "do you want some weed?" He nods almost immediately. You get up and go to your room, looking through your underwear drawer for it. A few minutes later you come back into the livingroom and roll a joint for you to share.

As he gets high, he gets less nervous, and the two of you spend the night talking about yourselves and getting to know one another, the weed making you tell more personal things than you normally would. You could tell, though, that you could be comfortable around him. That he wouldn't judge you. You felt safe with him.

You spend the night talking and laughing over stupid shit and sharing the food you ordered. A bit into the night, you start noticing him shifting uncomfortably every now and then.

You look down and notice the bulge growing in his pants. You giggle a little, "uh, do you want some help?"

He blushes, "shit, I'm sorry...weed tends to -" he trails off when he notices you moving closer to him. You get up and straddle him, "keep talking" He lets out a quiet whimper, thinking you didn't hear. He clears his throat, "weed makes me sensitive," he mumbles. You look down at him, then start to kiss down his neck.

He whines softly, "... fuck."

You look up at him and lean down to kiss him. He immediately melts into the kiss, his hands finding your waist. You and Slash had slept together before, and he was usually rough. But this time, his touch was so gentle, delicate, almost as if he was afraid to touch you.

You pull away and look down at him, "don't be shy..." He looks up, "but I am," his voice is almost a whisper. You smile and bring a hand down to his stomach. His breath hitches.

You pull his hard cock out of his leather pants, knowing he never wore underwear. He leans his head back and lets out a shaky breath.

You start to move your hand slowly, feeling him twitch in your hand. He lets out a soft whine. You stop and look up at him. The sounds he would make when the two of you had sex were always low moans, groans and grunts. This was different.

You start to move your hand again at a quicker pace. He moans, but it was much higher and whinier than what you had heard before. His hand moves to your thigh, "f-fuck," he squirms as you move your hand faster. You look down at him. He looks right back up at you with the neediest little look.

He keeps staring up at you, squirming and whining while you move your hand faster, "you gonna cum?" He nods, "close, close, hah- please- I'm so close," he moans loudly, much higher pitched than you had heard before.

"Go on," you smile down at him. His back arches slightly and his eyes roll back as he cums all over your hand. You keep moving your hand at the same speed, feeling him twitch.

When you stop, you get off his lap and sit beside him. You look up at him, "on your knees."

He doesn't hesitate and immediately gets off the couch and settles between your legs on the floor. He pulls your pyjama pants down, followed by your panties. He looks up at you. You nod, "go ahead..." He starts lapping at your folds, alternating between sucking your clit and sticking his tongue in your hole.

You grab a fistful of his hair, holding him down. You were practically riding his face, moaning out random praises. "Fuck, don't stop!" He starts sucking on your clit and sticks two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out. You moan slightly louder, "oh fuck, that's it, good boy," he whines, sending vibrations through your body.

You look down at him and see him staring up at you through his eyelashes, "yeah? You like that?" He moans against your clit, sending more vibrations through your body. "Fuck- hah- don't stop!" You cry out louder as you squirt all over his face.

When he pulls away, you pull him up, "you're such a good boy," he whines again. You lean in and kiss him, then pull away.

You both realise you're not entirely sure what to do now. "So...do you wanna stay over...?" You ask awkwardly. He smiles and nods, pulling you close and kissing you again. He was clearly more comfortable now.

hes gonna take it like a good boy

daddy

oh im gonna peg him.

daddy 🎀

a/n: i sort of rushed this and idk if the smut is good or not...now that ive done a daddy slash fic. subby slash (aka biblically accurate slash) comes next 😈 enjoy ★

warnings: smut, thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), daddy kink, age gap, overstim, praise, aftercare :3

You and London were friends. You were best friends, you knew each other because his dad, Slash, was best friends with your dad, Duff and you had been friends your whole lives. You and London hung out all the time, sometimes at your place with your sisters, Grace, and Mae, other times at his place where you would see Slash.

Slash would always welcome you into his home, and he would comfort you during the few times something made you upset around him. He took care of you. You couldn't deny your crush on Slash, but he was way older, so you tried your best to ignore it.

You were at London's, and you were both in his room watching a movie. This was quite a regular occurance. You would always plan to do something exciting, only to stay in eating take-out and watching movies.

Eventually, he started to get tired, so he turned it off and went to sleep.

Like always, he told you you could sleep in his bed with him or in the guest room. Neither of you minded which. You were both comfortable enough with each other that sharing a bed wasn't weird, and sometimes you both just preferred your own space, and neither of you were afraid to admit that.

Tonight, you were too lazy to go to the guest bedroom, but that became a problem when you couldn't sleep. You tossed and turned for hours. So much London had to kick you.

At around 2am, you decided to get up and go downstairs, thinking Slash would be asleep. Even so, you still tried to be quiet going down. You got to the bottom and went towards the living room. The living room didn't have a door, but a doorframe that was maybe slightly bigger than two doors.

All the lights were out, the only light coming from a movie playing in the living room. Slash was awake. You panic internally and decide to turn back and go back upstairs, but Slash had already heard the floorboards creaking.

"Y/N?" He calls out quietly. You shuffle into the room nervously. He looks up at you, seeming unbothered, "what'cha doing up so late?" You mumble, "...couldn't sleep."

He doesn't reply. Instead, he just pats the seat beside him, silently inviting you to watch the rest of the movie with him. You sat down nervously, keeping a distance between you. You both sit silently for a while, just watching the movie. You had been moving slightly closer to him until your shoulders were touching. He noticed, but he didn't say anything at first. He just wrapped an arm around you.

You felt your face heat up. You looked up at him. His focus was on the movie.

Suddenly, you felt a wave of confidence. You didn't care that he was older. You didn't care that he was your best friends dad. You didn't care that he was your dads best friend. You wanted him. More than anything.

You get up from where you were sitting and sit on his lap, facing him. His hands immediately go to your waist. He looks up at you, "what'cha doing, princess?" You felt butterflies in your stomach. It took every ounce of courage in you to keep going and not break down crying from embarrassment.

"please..."

You barely mumble, but it was enough for Slash. His hand slid into your shorts, brushing against your clit through your panties. You gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders slightly. He pulls your shorts and panties down. You lift your hips to help him get them off, and he throws them carelessly on the floor when he does. He spreads his legs slightly so youre sitting on his thigh.

You slowly start grinding against his thigh, digging your nails into his shoulders harder. His hands still on your waist help you grind harder against him. He thrusts his knee up in time with your grinds.

He watches as moans and whimpers spill out of you, "so pretty, just for me," he coos.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, "fuck, feels so good!" You moan. He brings a hand down and starts playing with your clit. Your legs start shaking. He smirks, "gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy?" You moan loudly, "fuck, yes! Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!" He kisses your neck, "yeah? gonna cum for daddy?" He slides two fingers into your needy hole, thrusting them in and out, matching your grinds.

Your back arches, and you moan even louder, "fuck, daddy- hah- I-i can't take it! I'm-i'm gonna cum!" He moves his fingers faster, watching you come completely undone by him, "cum for me baby, show me how much you love it."

Your eyes roll back as you cum, soaking his jeans and babbling random begs and pleas. He keeps rubbing your clit in circles, milking your orgasm, "thats it, good girl." You feel yourself twitching from the overstimulation, "fuck! please, daddy!"

Once you come down from your high, your body relaxes. He pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean, "you taste heavenly, princess." You whine in response. He brings his hand down, flicking your clit every now and then just to hear you whimper or see your body twitch.

After letting you catch your breath, he stands up, keeping a grip on you. Your legs wrap around his waist, and your arms around his neck. He grabs your shorts and panties and carries you up to his bedroom. He throws your panties in the laundry basket and gently lays you down on the bed. "What're you doing?" He looks at you, confused, "I'm taking care of you, darling. What else?" You furrow your eyebrows, "but why?"

He chuckles, "I might be older than you, but I'm no stranger to aftercare, sweetheart," he says as he walks into his en suite bathroom. You hear the tap running, and then it goes silent. He comes back into the room with a damp cloth in his hands. He comes over to you and gently cleans the mess between your legs. You shudder slightly at the coldness.

He slides your shorts back on. You smile tiredly. He pulls the covers around you and kisses your forhead. "You need anything?" You shake your head.

He changes out of his clothes and into boxers and an old t-shirt. He gets into bed beside you. He pulls you close, and you inhale, taking in his scent. Really, he just smelt like the cologne he wore, but you found it intoxicating. You made a mental note to try and steal the t-shirt he was currently wearing before you went home.

You feel yourself getting tired, but then the events of tonight start replaying in your head. How good he made you feel, how warm you felt when he started taking care of you- then you get a gut-wrenching feeling. You were falling for him. Was this bad? Was this wrong? You can't have a relationship with him. Right...? What would people think? What would London think? What would your dad think? You clear your head for now, realising that Slash most likely thought of this as a one-time thing. You close your eyes and slowly drift off.

Hii I love your fics and I am not sure if I already asked you for one but I wanted a fic where slash is taking care of you while your pregnant or something like that I want it a smut and fluff please

(You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to) thank you!!

a/n: can you tell i started to rush the smut near the end?....should i do a slash being the best dad ever fic?? i can so see him as a girl dad tbh... the smut part probably isnt really what you wanted tbh but its the best i could do bc having sex while ur pregnant freaks me out but i didnt wanna get rid of the smut completely cuz boring so i found a loophole enjoy ★

warnings: drunk sex, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), anal sex 😛, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, slight begging?

You sigh as you walk into the livingroom. You were 5½ months pregnant, and it wasn't easy. Your boyfriend, Slash, looks up at you from the couch, "what's wrong?" You frown, "I'm so sick of being pregnant!"

Slash sighs and gently pulls you down onto the couch. He looks at you, "is your stomach heavy?" You pout and nod. He frowns, "I'm sorry, baby... but think about this, you only have about 2½ months left, and then you'll get to hold your baby," he smiles, "is that not something to be excited about?"

You sigh. He had a point. You were undoubtedly excited to hold your baby. He could tell you were still upset and in pain, though. He leans closer and rests his chin on your shoulder, "remember how this happened?" He smirks. Your face goes bright as you think about the last time you had sex.

6 months earlier...

You and Slash had just gotten home from a night out, and you were both pretty drunk. You couldn't stop giggling.

Slash presses you against the front door and starts kissing you. You keep giggling against his lips, but then melt against him and wrap your arms around his neck.

He kisses your jaw and down your neck, biting and sucking slightly. You hum and your hips buck slightly. He puts his knee between your legs for you to grind on. You moan softly, and he grabs your hips. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

He carries you into the kitchen and sets you on top of the island in the middle of the kitchen. He pushes your miniskirt up around your hips, then looks up at you, "feeling brave, are we?" He asks teasingly after seeing you weren't wearing panties. You smile, "a little..." Slash gets down on his knees and starts lapping at your folds. You gasp and moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair. He grips your thighs, spreading them a little more as he flicks your clit with his tongue.

Your moans get louder, and you start grinding against his face. He takes a hand off your thigh and pushes two fingers inside, sucking on your clit. You gasp shakily, "fuck! Slash, please, don't- don't stop!" Your moans get louder and needier as he works his fingers in and out of you faster. You tilt your head back and hold his head down as you squirt all over his face.

He stands up and wipes his face with the hem of his shirt. You grab his shirt and pull it off. He lifts you off the counter and turns you around, bending you over the counter. You gasp at the cold surface against your stomach.

Slash pulls your crop top over your head and tosses it somewhere in the kitchen, and finds you weren't wearing a bra either. He brings his hands around and grabs your tits, squeezing and pinching them. He leans down and starts kissing your neck and down your back.

He pulls his pants down, stroking his already hard cock. He grabs your ass and shoves into you. You moan loudly. He starts thrusting at an already fast pace, "I love how responsive you are, baby," he coos. Your hands move around the counter, desperately looking for something to grab, "fuck! Slash, hah- please!" You moan, not really sure what youre asking for.

Slash smirks and grabs your wrists, holding them behind your back as he thrusts into you faster. He leans down and whispers in your ear, "you gonna cum for me, baby?"

You squeeze your eyes shut, "yes, yes, fuck! Yes!" Slash grabs your hips tight enough to leave bruises, pulling you against him in time with his thrusts. You feel your legs starting to shake, "I-i'm gonna cum!" He groans, feeling his own release nearing, "cum for me, baby," he says, tilting his head back as he pulls out and shoots his load all over your ass. You moan louder and louder, arching your back and feeling your eyes roll as you squirt down the island.

Slash gently lifts you and starts carrying you to your bedroom. Usually, this would be as far as you could go, and now would be the time Slash took to take care of you and put you to bed. But now, you wanted more.

You start kissing his neck, biting and sucking gently as he carries you to your room. Slash smirks, "what'cha' doing, sweetheart?" You don't reply and keep kissing him. He sets you down on the bed, "I'm not fucking you or touching you again, darling. You're already shaking pretty bad," he coos.

You frown. "Please? I'm still wet..."

Slash groans and pulls you further down the bed by your ankles. You gasp. He leans down, "are you really wet? Are you sure it isn't your cum?" You gaze up at him with pleading eyes, "I'm wet. Please, I want it so bad!" He groans again, feeling his cock getting hard again.

You smile and spread your legs. He leans down and kisses you, then pushes into you. You moan into the kiss, and he slips his tongue past your lips. He starts thrusting at an even faster pace than before.

You start to feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach, a little sooner than expected. You could tell Slash was close too when his thrusts start getting sloppy. You moan loudly, "Slash, fuck! Cum in me! Please!" He lets out a low moan, "yeah? Want me to fill you up? Want me to breed you like a little bitch?" Your eyes roll back as you squirt on his dick, "yes, yes, fuck! Please! Yes! Cum in me, please!"

Slash groans and tilts his head back, burying himself balls deep as he cums inside you. You pant heavily, feeling overstimulated.

He pulls out and turns to walk to the bathroom. You giggle and slap his ass. He turns back to look at you, "did you just slap my ass?" You giggle again, "I might've..." He sighs and chuckles as he walks to the bathroom.

You're pulled from your thoughts as you feel something in your stomach. You gasp, "oh- oh! Slash!" He looks at you, startled, "What!? What!? Are you okay!?" You nod, "the baby! It's kicking!" He moves closer, "Really!?" He places a hand on your stomach to feel the baby kicking, "wow, it's kicking pretty hard," he says, then kisses your cheek. You smile and lean into him.

Slash gently wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him. "You feeling okay?" You shrug, "well, my stomach still feels heavy," he chuckles, "well that's expected. Other than that, are you doing okay?"

You nod and nuzzle your face into his chest, "yeah...I think I'm gonna take a nap though," you mumble. Slash kisses your forhead, "you wanna go to bed? I'll come with you." You shake your head, "no, I'm comfortable here." He nods and grabs a blanket, draping it over your body.

Slash carefully wraps his arms around you, "sleep tight, baby."

Rock Star

a/n: ALL THE SONGS MENTIONED ARE STILL HOLE SONGS IM NOT TRYNA STEAL THEM!!!!!!!!!! for the sake of this fic and also my sanity were gonna just pretend like courtney love doesnt exist and that the reader is basically courtney love only not as problematic idk how to describe this...i know i couldve lit just made up a band but im uncreative and i love hole and hole writes the best songs ever and plus it makes sense to me bc i love slash and im also literally a modern courtney love. this is such a weird fic its also shorter than i wanted but whateva

enjoy ★

warnings: none its fluff 🤍

You and Slash had been dating for a while, and you both knew quite a lot about each other, however, there was one thing that Slash didn't know about you.

You were in a band called 'Hole', in fact, it was your band. You loved your band because it was the easiest way for you to express your feelings, especially considering how hard you found expressing them in other ways. You had thought about sharing this with Slash, because you knew he also struggled with expressing his emotions and that he used his guitar to do it, but you weren't sure if he would like the style of your music.

You knew it was ridiculous because Slash loved music and he encouraged everyone to make music in a way that feels true to them. You also knew that even if he didn't like the sound, he would still support you anyway. You still had your doubts though, so you decided not to tell him.

However, that would change tonight.

It was a Saturday and Slash and Duff decided to go out to some bars and get drunk. You were fine with that because you had a gig that night anyway. What you had failed to realise, however, was that your gig was at Whiskey a Go Go. Slash practically lived there.

You and the rest of your band were just finishing setting up, and you had excitement coursing through your veins.

You all walked on and then you spotted Slash's big head of hair in the crowd. You panicked a little, but he wasn't facing the band, he was at the bar talking to Duff. You take a deep breath and pretend he isn't there. You take a step closer to the mic and speak, "this song's about a jerk. I hexed him, now hes losing his hair," then start playing your most popular song, 'Violet'. Unlike most bands, you like to get your most popular songs out of the way first.

As soon as you spoke into the mic, Slash turned his head, instantly recognising your voice. He questions himself, thinking maybe he's just too drunk.

He turns to Duff, "hey, man, does that look like Y/N to you?" Duff looks up at you, "yeah, actually. Sure as hell sounds like her anyways." Slash doesn't reply, instead his entire focus is on you.

Throughout your set, you play your more popular songs, 'Violet', 'Celebrity Skin', 'Doll Parts', 'Petals', some of your more underground songs, 'Babydoll', 'Nobody's Daughter', 'Reasons To Be Beautiful', 'Awful', and even some unreleased songs, 'Over The Edge', 'Dicknail', 'Seasons Of The Witch', 'I'm So High', and 'Beautiful Son'.

Throughout your entire set, Duff had talked nonstop to Slash, clearly not realising that he wasn't listening. He was too mesmerised by your singing and your playing. He had always found female guitarists sexy, and finding out he was dating one excited him.

He admired how you talked to the crowd, how messy yet so well put together your songs were, how your voice could change from soft and sweet to loud and raspy.

In a way, your vocals reminded him of Axl's because of how high and low you could both go. However, he didn't find Axl's vocals angelic like yours. He wanted you to continue playing forever, but he was also so excited to talk to you about your band.

When your set was done, you walked off and Slash pushed and shoved his way through the crowd to get to you. Duff followed behind, not wanting to be left alone.

Slash grabbed your arm and you panicked, but relaxed seeing it was just him. "That was sick as fuck," Duff said, casually. Slash stared down at you before starting to ramble uncontrollably, "Holy shit, Y/N! That was fucking incredible! You sounded absolutely amazing and it was so raspy yet so soft and so loud yet quiet and the way you play and the way you move when you play is just so satisfying! How come you never told me you were in a band!? This is the best thing I've found out about you, and your music is clearly written and sang with such complex emotions and your lyrics are so raw and intense and your songs sound so messy yet put together so well and, and, I just, I'm at a total loss for words, I love you -" He cuts himself off.

Your eyes widen and even Duff turns his head to look at Slash. "What!?" Both you and Duff say at the same time. Slash stays quiet for a second.

"I love you," he repeats.

Duff stares at him like he's crazy. Your eyes soften and you smile, "I love you too," you say. You knew you loved him early in your relationship, but you were too scared to tell him.

He smiles and he grabs your hips, pulling you in for a kiss. You melt into the kiss, smiling against his lips.

He pulls away, clearly too excited to handle. "I'm assuming that wasn't all your songs in that set?" You giggle and shake your head. "Okay, we have to go home right now!" You tilt your head, "what, why?" Slash looks at you with a look as if you were being unreasonable, "because you have to play me every one of your songs! I've got to hear all of them! And how you wrote them, and why you wrote them, and when, and -"

You grab his hands, "okay, okay," you say, giggling at how excited he was, "I'll show you everything, okay?" His eyes light up, "oh my God, my girlfriend's a rockstar, I'm dating a rockstar!" He says, excitedly, as if he wasn't a famous guitarist himself.

Since learning about your band, Slash did everything he could to promote it, especially considering the fact Guns was starting to get more and more famous. He would do things like talking about your band at shows, in interviews, covering some of your songs and even having your band do some openings for Guns. Your band started to get famous too, and occasionally, you and Slash would have your own shows, playing a mix of Hole, Guns, Snakepit and even some songs you had wrote together.

I'll take care of you

a/n: mightve projected a little in this one 🦈enjoy ★

warnings: i think this counts as fluff?depression, mentions of scars, showering together (no smut)

You and Slash had been dating a while. It wasn't really casual, but it definitely wasn't serious either. Or at least you were both too afraid to admit you wanted a serious relationship. You both knew a lot about each other, but you found it far more meaningful that he knew so much about you than he did.

You had suffered with depression for a while, even before meeting Slash, and it was starting to get worse, and Slash noticed.

He noticed the more obvious things, like the scars on your body, and he noticed the less obvious things, like your growing lack of sleep. It had been a while since you had seen each other, and Slash noticed the change immediately. At first, he thought you just needed time alone, but the more time passed, the more worried he got.

It was 11PM and you weren't even sure what day it was. You had only checked the time because someone was banging on your front door. You got up after a while of hoping they would give up and go away.

You opened the door, and Slash's voice rang through your ears, "where the hell have you -" he cut himself off mid sentence when he saw just how awful you looked. "Baby..?"

You don't bother to look at him. You can't even bring yourself to be nice, "what do you want?" He looks hurt, but he reminds himself that you're sick and need help. He lets himself inside your apartment and closes the door behind him, "I've been so worried about you..."

You shrug. He sighs, "I haven't seen you in at least a month..." You stay quiet and he sighs again.

"When was the last time you ate?" You stay quiet. "Alright...when was the last time you got proper sleep?" You stay quiet still. He takes a step closer to you, "Baby, I'm really worried about you." You look down.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight hug. For some reason, this makes you break down crying. He holds you tighter, "shhh...It's okay...I'm here," he says softly. He picks you up and carries you into your bathroom. "You think you can take a shower for me?" You sniffle and nod, even though in your head you were repeatedly saying no. He turns the shower on and starts taking off your clothes, making sure to be gentle.

When you're completely naked, he starts taking his own clothes off, knowing you might need some help. He walks you into the shower and lets your hair get wet.

He grabs the shampoo and starts scrubbing your hair with it, rinsing it, then repeating. "Close your eyes, okay? I don't want to get soap in your eyes," he says. You tilt your head back and close your eyes. Even though you had been putting off showering, it was nice having him do this for you. It made you realise just how much he cared about you.

Once he finishes rinsing the soap from your body, he grabs a big towel and wraps it around you, a smaller towel for himself and an even smaller towel for your hair. "Do you feel any better?" You nod, "a little," you mumble. He smiles and walks you into your bedroom. He sits you down on the bed and goes over to your dresser, grabbing clean underwear and a t-shirt (which happened to be one of his).

He helps you dry off and get dressed, then he grabs a brush and starts brushing your wet hair out. "Do you want me to dry it?" You shake your head. "Do you want to dry it?" You shake your hear again. He rests his chin on your shoulder, "are you sure? You could get sick..." You lean into him, "I do it all the time. I'll be fine," he kisses your cheek and looks at the clock. 12AM. "You need to get some sleep," he says softly.

You want to protest. You hadn't been able to sleep in so long. But you knew he wouldn't take no for an answer, and you also knew it would be easier with him there.

He helps you into bed and pulls the blanket up around you. He cleans up your room a little, then drys himself off and pulls on some clean sweatpants he found in your drawer. They were his. He chuckles softly and crawls into bed beside you.

He could tell you were starting to overthink, and he also knew that you were still struggling. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, "don't worry about anything right now, sweetheart," he whispers in your ear. You were slowly starting to fall asleep. You were right. It was easier in his arms. He made you feel loved, and he made you feel safe.

"Just get some rest, I'll take care of you."

Needy

a/n: im pretty sure this kind of cockwarming like sleeping with someones dick inside u is dangerous and u can get like a yeast infection or something?? so like dont try it xx also this is my first fic and im really just diving in head first w smut and its cringe. enjoy ★

warnings: smut, cockwarming, semi-public, p in v, squirting, hickeys, i dont think theres anything else its sex idk

You woke up from your nap in Slash's bunk in the tour bus. You sit up groggily, then see Slash sitting next to you. He smiles when he sees that you're awake. "Have a nice nap?" You smile and nod, "yeah, although i do miss my own bed," you reply with a slight frown.

Slash leans closer and whispers in your ear, "You know what I'm in the mood for?" You look up at him, "Slash, no! Don't you remember how pissed Axl got last time?" Slash whines, "please? We've been on tour for two months and we haven't had any time together. I'm starting to lose my mind!" You sigh, "I know, but I don't wanna get into trouble again... Axl was really pissed off last time, and it wasn't even because of the noise! We made a huge mess!" Slash frowns and whines.

You knew how needy Slash already was, but when he went a long time without fucking you or getting off, he only got needier.

He sat pouting for a while, then a wide smile spread across his face, "I've got an idea..." You look over at him with a worried look, "oh no..." He moves around the bunk, then starts to take off his pants.

Your eyes widen, "Slash, what the hell are you doing!?" You asked, whisper yelling because you knew the others were asleep. He kicks his pants off and pumps his already hard cock a few times, then looks up at you, "sit on it?" You stare at him as though he were crazy, "are you insane?" Slash frowns, "you don't even have to do anything! Just sit on it and then we can go to sleep! Please?" He was practically begging at this stage.

You sigh, knowing there would be no changing his mind, and besides, you kind of liked the idea too. Even though you weren't as needy as him, you still hadn't been touched in a long time, and this was better than nothing.

"Fine," you say, with a hint of annoyance.

His eyes light up as he watches you pull your shorts off, then your panties. You grab onto his shoulders and lower yourself onto his cock. He grabs your waist, guiding you down. You let out a slightly loud moan, but Slash presses a hand over your mouth, "Baby, you need to be quiet." You gaze up at him and nod.

He takes his hand away when you're fully seated, then he shifts the two of you so that you can both sleep. You look up at him and feel a wave of excitement wash over you as you realise that you're going to sleep with Slash buried deep inside you.

You start giggling. Slash raises an eyebrow, "what's so funny?" You keep giggling, "this." Slash looks down at you, "how is this funny?" He asks, confused. "Because we're not supposed to be doing it." He sighs but smiles, "we aren't making any noise, and we won't make any messes, so we're not doing anything wrong."

Eventually, your giggles start to die down, and Slash falls asleep first with his arm draped over your waist. You stare at his face for a while, admiring how peaceful he looks when he sleeps. Then you hear footsteps, and you panic, pulling the blanket up over the bottom half of both of you.

Axl pulls the curtain of your bunk open and looks down at the two of you. He could tell Slash wasn't wearing pants, and you weren't wearing a top or bra, so he had his suspicions. "What are you two doing?" You look over your shoulder at him, acting innocent, "we're going to sleep? What are you doing?" He glares at you, still not convinced, "why is Slash naked? And why don't you have a top on?"

You roll your eyes at his ridiculous questions, even though he had every right to be suspicious. "I'm too warm, and Slash usually sleeps naked. Is that really shocking?"

Axl glares at both of you for a second, "I guess not, but you better not be doing anything like last time. I like spending my money on stuff for the band, not on trying to get your mess out of the carpet." You roll your eyes again and wave him away, "yeah, yeah, we get it. Now go away!"

Axl sighs and pulls the curtain closed again, then goes to his own bunk. You look back at Slash, who was still asleep. You nuzzle your head into his neck and slowly start to fall asleep.

When the tour was finally finished, the band was on their way back to L.A. Slash was the most excited. The entire journey back, all he could think about was getting off, whether it was with or without you.

When the two of you finally got back home, he practically shoved you inside the house and into the kitchen, not even bothering to lock the door. He lifts you onto the island in the kitchen and starts kissing your jaw and down your neck, "fuck, I've missed you so much..."

You giggle, "I was with you through the whole tour?" He pulls your top and bra off and grabs your chest, "and I didn't get to see these once, or your pretty little pussy." You turn red and laugh nervously, "they're not that great..."

Slash looks up at you, "are you fucking kidding me?" He says, sounding slightly offended. You frown, "what?"

Slash doesn't reply. Instead, he starts unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down, followed by your panties. You lift your hips slightly to help him. He takes his own leather pants off, pumping his hard cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance.

He pushes into you in one swift motion. You gasp and grab onto his shoulders, "fuck!"

He smirks and starts to slowly thrust into you. He leans forward and starts kissing your neck. You wrap your arms around him, soft whines and moans leaving your lips. He starts to increase the pace, thrusting faster. Your moans start getting louder and needier.

"Fuck! Slash! Please...don't stop, don't stop," you cry out. He reaches down and starts circling your clit with his thumb, "oh baby, I'm not stopping any time soon." You moan louder at the increased pleasure on your clit. Slash leans down and starts sucking on your neck and collarbone, leaving dark purpleish hickeys all over your skin.

The kitchen fills with the sound of your loud moans and Slash's grunts and low moans. You arch your back, feeling yourself getting closer and closer. Slash could tell you were close, feeling your walls tighten around him.

"Fuck! I-I'm gonna cum! Please! Don't stop!" Slash smirks, "cum for me, baby" he says, gripping onto your hips to hold you in place.

You moan loudly, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as you squirt all over his dick. It doesn't take long for him to finish inside you. He pulls out and looks down at you, "you okay, Princess?" You look up at him with lidded eyes and nod lazily. He chuckles softly and picks you up, and carries you to the bathroom.

You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling exhausted and barely able to register being set down on the counter or the cold washcloth between your legs.

Once he's satisfied you're clean, he picks you back up and carries you into your shared bedroom. He sets you down on the bed and goes over to your shared dresser and grabs a clean pair of panties for you, knowing you feel more comfortable wearing them when you go to sleep. He slips them on you, then sits down beside you.

"Are you okay? Do you want any food or water before you go to sleep?" You smile and shake your head. He smiles and kisses your forhead, then pulls you close, "get some rest, darling."

CHAPTER 4 | MR. BROWNSTONE.

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tags. original female character, mild period-typical misogyny (it's the late 1980s), cussing, physical & mental abuse dynamic, PTSD induced panic attack, childhood trauma, mentions of familial abuse, heroin consumption via injection, mentions of needles, mentions of relapsing, mentions of nausea. if there is anything else needed to be added, let me know!

a/n. oh boy. this is a TOUGH one. poor jackie ;-; as someone who has struggled with addiction, PTSD, and panic attacks i really hope i portrayed all the feelings well. if any of you are struggling, please shoot me a dm or ask. i will always listen. i love you all! take care and i hope you enjoy this weeks dosage of ‘patience’!

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chapter two: terror n' tinseltown - wattpad and AO3.

chapter three: kill 'em all - wattpad and AO3.

CHAPTER 1 | SHE TALKS TO ANGELS

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tags. original female character, mentions of college, busy work environment, i don’t think there’s any more tags. first few chapters are pretty tame!

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A few days had passed since his first shift, but Duff's gaze still lingered on the counter where Cynthia was standing, balancing a tray of drinks with one hand while adjusting the collar of her denim jacket with the other. The usual clatter of plates and the buzz of the busy kitchen faded into the background as he focused on the small detail that had caught his attention the last time he saw her: the Aerosmith pin on her jacket.

It had been harder to miss today, glinting silver under the fluorescent kitchen lights. Aerosmith. Duff recognized the logo instantly—it was a staple in his own music collection. The sight of it on her jacket stirred something unexpected inside him. It was just a small pin, but it felt like an invitation to know more, a thread he couldn't wait to pull on.

Cynthia set the tray down on the counter with a soft thud, and Duff cleared his throat, glancing at the stack of dirty plates in front of him. He was still trying to figure out what exactly he was supposed to do, but he couldn't shake the feeling that talking to her was going to be harder than washing dishes.

"Hey," Duff started, a little awkwardly. He wiped his wet hands on his apron. "I, uh... I saw the Aerosmith pin on your jacket. I didn't expect that. You, uh, into them?"

Cynthia didn't answer right away, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes as she glanced over at him. She set her hands on her hips and shrugged.

"I like them, yeah. Not really a huge deal or anything." Her voice was guarded, but not unfriendly. She didn't seem particularly eager to continue the conversation, but she didn't shut him down either. Maybe this was progress?

Duff shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to figure out how to keep the conversation going without making it weird. "Yeah? I've got a couple of their records," he said, nodding toward the kitchen's radio. "'Get Your Wings' and, uh, 'Toys in the Attic.' Those all-time classics."

Cynthia's mouth twitched at the mention of the albums, and for a moment, Duff thought he might've said something wrong. But then, she spoke again, her tone a little more relaxed this time.

"Yeah, 'Toys in the Attic' is a good one," she said, her voice softening just slightly. "I've got it at home. Honestly, I like their older stuff the most."

Duff grinned. She was starting to open up, just a little. "Same. There's just something about that early sound... rawer, you know?"

Cynthia nodded slowly, her fingers brushing over the edge of the tray. She seemed to be choosing her words carefully, still cautious about letting him in. "Yeah. Raw. I can't stand all that... shitty pop ballad stuff. Aerosmith's real, you know?"

Duff chuckled, wiping his hands on his apron again. "I hear you. That's kind of the beauty of it, right?"

Cynthia didn't respond right away, but she gave a small shrug. The conversation, though brief, felt like a small step forward, a crack in the wall she'd built around herself.

After a beat of awkward, tense silence, Duff tried to push a little further, sensing an opening. "So, you've been working here for a while, huh?"

Cynthia's eyes flicked over to him, but she didn't meet his gaze directly. "Yeah," she said, almost dismissively. "Since I was sixteen. Two years. It's just... what I had to do, you know?"

Duff leaned against the counter, trying to make the conversation less forced. "I get that. Had to start somewhere, right?"

Cynthia nodded. "Yeah, exactly." Her voice didn't give much away, but Duff could tell there was something behind it. She'd been working here a lot longer than he had, and there was a weariness in the way she spoke, like she was tired of it. "It's been fine, but I'm ready for something else."

Duff's curiosity piqued. He had to know what she meant by "something else." He took a step closer, lowering his voice a little as if he was treading carefully. "Yeah? What's next for you?"

Cynthia hesitated, her hand lingering on the edge of the counter. "I'm leaving LA," she said, almost to herself. "I've been here long enough."

Duff raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You're... leaving LA? Where are you going?"

Cynthia's eyes finally met his, and there was a fleeting, intense look in them. "Princeton," she said simply, like it was just a fact. "In the fall."

Duff blinked. Princeton? The Princeton University?

He didn't know why, but the thought of her going to such an Ivy League school threw him off for a second. She didn't seem the type. But he didn't say that. Instead, he tried to cover his surprise with a half-smile. "Princeton? That's, uh... that's a big deal. How... how'd that happen?"

Cynthia shrugged again, her eyes shifting to the side as if the conversation was starting to bore her. "I don't know. I worked hard for it, I guess. I'm finally done with high school. Ready to get out of here." Her gaze hardened as she looked at the restaurant, almost like she was staring straight through it. "This place is a hellhole, and I'm finally getting out. I don't have time or the patience for the strip anymore."

Duff blinked, the bluntness of her words hitting him harder than he expected. He'd heard people complain about LA before, but there was something about the way she said it that made him think there was more to it. More to her wanting to leave than just the usual complaints.

"Hellhole, huh?" he repeated, his voice softer now. "Funny, I said that about Seattle."

Cynthia turned her gaze back to him, her expression unreadable. "Yeah," she said quietly. "I've been stuck here for too long. I'm done."

There was a moment of silence, the kind that hung in the air and made Duff feel like he was intruding. He wasn't sure if he should push further. She'd given him a glimpse of something—something that felt personal—but she was still keeping a lot to herself.

"So... Princeton," he said after a beat, trying to lighten the mood. "That's gotta be exciting. You must be looking forward to it."

Cynthia gave a half-smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Yeah, I am. But it's not all... excitement, y'know? It's not exactly the escape I thought it would be."

Duff nodded, understanding that. He didn't know what her story was—what made her want to leave LA so badly—but he could see the weight behind her words. He didn't want to pry, but there was something there he couldn't ignore.

"Well, it's a big step. I'm sure you'll figure it out," he said quietly.

Cynthia looked at him for a moment, her gaze softening just a little. "Yeah, I guess." She paused, then added in a more casual tone, "Anyway... I gotta get back to work."

Duff gave a small nod. "Yeah, sure. Don't want to get you in trouble."

Cynthia gave him a brief, almost amused glance before she grabbed her tray again, walking back toward the restaurant floor. As she left, Duff couldn't help but watch her go. She was different from anyone he'd met. There was something tough about her, a kind of resilience that made her stand out. But there was also a vulnerability there—a feeling like she was running away from something.

And, for some reason, Duff wanted to know what it was.

The rest of the shift went by in a blur of clinking dishes, the muffled sound of people talking, and the steady rhythm of the restaurant. Duff worked in quiet concentration, trying to keep his mind on his duties, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Cynthia.

There was something about her, something raw and unspoken. He couldn't get her out of his head, even as he scrubbed the same damn plates over and over again. Her eyes—cool and guarded, but with flashes of something deeper. The way she'd shrugged off talking about Princeton like it was just another stop on the way out of LA. But he could tell it meant something to her, even if she wouldn't admit it.

He stole a glance at her across the room, watching as she moved through the dining area with a practiced ease. She was always busy, weaving between the tables, balancing trays in each hand like it was nothing. Every now and then, her eyes would flicker to him, but there was always a slight tension in her gaze, like she was unsure of how to look at him.

After about an hour, the dinner rush started to die down, and the staff began to clean up. Duff wiped his hands on his apron again and leaned back against the counter, feeling the exhaustion settle in. He didn't know how anyone could stand on their feet for hours like Cynthia did. But maybe it was easier when you didn't care about the job.

"Hey, Duff," Bruce's voice broke through his thoughts, and Duff turned to face his brother. "I'm gonna head out soon. Everything good?"

Duff nodded, glancing over to Cynthia for a moment, but she was busy talking to another waiter. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just, uh... figuring it out, you know?"

Bruce gave him a once-over, his eyes flicking toward Cynthia before settling back on Duff. He raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. "Uh-huh. Right. Well, don't be shy. You're doing just fine." He clapped him on the back. "If you need anything, just ask Cynthia, alright?"

Duff swallowed a grin, wondering if his brother had noticed anything he didn't realize he'd been giving off. "Yeah, I'm good," Duff said, trying to play it cool. "Thanks, Bruce."

Bruce gave a quick nod and started heading toward the door, but just before he left, he threw over his shoulder, "Don't forget. You're supposed to pick me up from the bar tonight, right? I don't trust the boys to get me home."

Duff's eyes widened as he realized he'd forgotten. "Right. Shit, I almost forgot. I'll be there."

"Great. See you later," Bruce called as he slipped out of the restaurant.

Left in the quiet of the backroom, Duff took a moment to lean against the counter. His thoughts drifted back to Cynthia. He had a million questions about her. Why was she so... distant? And why did it seem like she was carrying some heavy weight? She couldn't just be running from LA; there had to be more to it.

Suddenly, the sound of a tray crashing to the floor broke through his musings.

He spun around to see Cynthia standing near the dining room entrance, her face flushed with frustration. She'd dropped a tray of drinks—ice and soda splashed everywhere, the glasses broken on the floor.

Duff moved before he even realized it, his instincts kicking in. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, his voice a little sharper than he meant.

Cynthia stood frozen for a moment, eyes wide. She exhaled a shaky breath, then bent down to begin picking up the glass shards.

"I'm fine. Just... a stupid mistake," she muttered under her breath, her hands shaking slightly.

Duff stepped forward, crouching next to her and reaching for a piece of broken glass. "You sure? You don't have to do clean this by yourself."

Cynthia looked at him for a long beat before giving him a tight smile, one that didn't reach her eyes. "I think I can handle it."

The sharp edge of her words stung, but Duff couldn't help but feel that there was more to her snapping than just a little mishap with the tray.

He set the glass down and backed off a little, letting her take control of the situation. "Right. Sorry. I didn't mean to step in—I mean—Just... wanted to help, y'know?"

Cynthia gave him a quick nod but didn't say anything else. The air between them was thick with unspoken words. He could feel her walls creeping back up, and it was clear that she wasn't interested in opening up just yet.

Duff watched her work in silence, taking in the small details—the way her hands moved deftly despite her apparent frustration, the slight furrow in her brow that always seemed to be there when she wasn't smiling. It was like she was trying to hide something, but no matter how hard she tried, he saw it.

After a moment, she stood up, wiping her hands on her jeans, and finally met his gaze. Her expression was softer now, but there was still something guarded in her eyes.

"You don't have to keep offering help, okay?" she said, her voice quiet but firm. "I'm fine. It's just a little mess. No big deal."

Duff nodded, taking a step back. "Right. Got it." He felt that familiar awkwardness hanging in the air again, but he wasn't sure how to fill it. He didn't want to push her, but something told him that the more he tried to reach out, the further she would pull away.

Cynthia straightened up, giving him a brief glance before she picked up the broken pieces one last time. "I'm going to finish cleaning this up. Don't worry about it."

Duff was about to say something else, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he simply nodded and turned toward the backroom, his mind buzzing. There was more to Cynthia than she let on, and something told him that getting to know her wasn't going to be easy. But he was starting to realize that he didn't mind.

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