#axl rose fic

[gnrbitch]

Summer Break Pt.1

Summary: Duffs little sister, Y/n, is sent to go spend her summer break in LA

Warnings: profanity, smoking, ehhh idk what else

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1986

“Look you guys shouldn’t come, you’ll meet her after I pick her up” Duff told the guys, who were all standing in front of his girlfriends car (except for izzy, he was standing next to Duff smoking a cigarette), demanding that he let them join him on going to pick up his sister.

“Dude no! we’ll be cool I promise” Slash said, he was excited to meet baby McKagan, hearing she was a little punk chick.

“We’re not moving, let us go with you” Axl said crossing his arms.

“Fuck, fine! just get in the car” Duff said as he started to walk over on the drivers side.

“You coming Iz?” he asked looking around being unable to see him, “Yea” Izzy said, already in the car.

“I wanted to sit there!” Steven whined, pointing to where Izzy was sitting, “To bad, go to the back” Iz said, rolling his eyes.

So off they were, Duff driving, Axl and Izzy in the back, and Slash and Steven in the back back, leaving the passenger seat empty.

“So Duff, are you excited to see her?” Axl asked looking at him from the rearview mirror, watching him tap his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Honestly” he sighed “I’m fucken scared” he said giving them a quick glance from the mirror.

“What! Why?” Steven asked

“The last time I saw her she was 13, now she’s freshly 18, i don’t know how much she’s changed” “Plus I basically abandoned her, I was her only friend… our parents have always been a bit too hard on her.”

“Can’t be that bad” Iz shrugged

“No I get it Duff, teenage girls are fucken terrifying” Axl said, thinking about his own sister back home.

“huh” Slash said “Maybe we shouldn’t have came”

Duff just rolled his eyes.

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“Do you see her?” Steven asked looking from the back window, along with practically everyone in the car.

“No” Duff said looking around nervously, he wishes he could get out of the car, but this is the pick up only part of the station.

“Wait who’s that?” Izzy pointing at a girl, who was walking over to them in a Ramones tee, white waffle shirt under, and a pair of baggy jeans.

“Is that her?” Duff asked, panicked as she got closer

“Dude i don’t know she’s not my sister” Izzy said

“Duff” Y/n said standing at the window of her brothers car

“Y/n?”

“Who else would it be, let me in the car” She said fixing the duffel bag that was on her shoulder.

“Shit yea, sorry” He said unlocking the car door.

Y/n sighed as she sat in the car, rubbing her eyes “Long time no see huh Duff” She said, looking at him.

Duff took a moment to look at how much his little sister had changed, she didn’t have the same baby face she had when he left, her hair was cut way differently, her face slightly sunken in, she’s a… woman? He thought to himself.

“this is awkward” Y/n said as she looking behind her, feeling too many eyes on her.

Y/n flinched as she saw four men sitting in the back, “Jesus fuck you guys scared me” she said

“Duff man you weren’t lying when you said she didn’t look like you” Y/n saw the ginger say

“Yea” Duff said as he finally started to drive, “That’s Axl” he said looking at his sister

“I’m Steven!” Y/n saw a blonde guys pop up, flashing her a smile.

“This is Slash” The blonde, Steven said pointing to Slash, “Hi” he said, she nodded her head at him

Looking at the dark haired man sitting right behind her, he simply just said “Izzy”

Y/n liked Izzy, he seemed like the coolest one

“Okay cool” she said “I’m Y/n”

Sitting in silence Y/n turned on the radio, hearing Motley Crue come on, she immediately turned it off.

“You don’t like the Crue?” Duff furrowed his eye brows, “No” she responded “They’re annoying” she said looking out her window.

“My girlfriend has some Cds, do you wanna look through those?” he said pointing at the glove compartment infront of her.

Y/n opened it, looking at a Bon Jovi cd, a Van Halen Cd, rolling her eyes at the Motley Crue Cd, and finally a Blondie Cd.

“You like Blondie right Y/nn?” Duff said turning his head to his sister

“Yea they’re cool” she said putting in Van Halen’s self titled album in the radio.

The boys in the back looked at each other, this was awkward, and they probably made it even worse by coming, so they stood quiet.

Duff lowered the volume of the radio, clearing his throat.

“So mom tells me you’ve been having issues back home” he said glancing at his sister, afraid of her reaction.

“i’m not having any issues” she furrowed her eyebrows, confused on what he was talking about

“Not issues-” he started, not sure if he should be even talking to her about this in front of his friends, “But she tells me you don’t really have any friends” he said gripping the wheel.

“I do have friends Duff, I just don’t bring them around mom” she said turning to look out the window.

“Why not?” he asked “Cause she’ll think they’re a bad influence” she said, wanting to end this embarrassing conversation

“Well are they?” he asked “No they’re cool, I think you’d like them”

“Right we’ll she also sa-” Duff started

“No” Y/n said rolling her eyes “No?” Duff furrowed his eye brows “Yea no, whatever moms telling you is a lie” she said

“So you aren’t leaving and coming back home days later”

This made her smile, “Okay that is true, but i’m not doing anything bad”

“So then what are you doing”

“Nothing, I just like to be around them”

“What? Why?” Duff said to his sister

“They’re cool” she shrugged her shoulders

“Am I cool?” Duff said looking at her

“Sure” she said cooly

Duff sighed, eager to change the topic “Okay well what do your friends do?”

“They’re all in different bands” She said, thinking about her friends back home.

“That’s cool, punk?” he asked

“Kinda? I don’t know but it’s really good, when you come to Seattle i’ll take you to go see them”

“Yea that’d be nice” He said smiling at his sister.

Silence filled the car once again, looking out the window, Y/n asked “Are we almost there?”

“Yea we’re pretty close” he said as they drove through downtown LA

Stopping at a red light, Y/n heard commotion coming from outside the car, a woman with a poster walked to the car, yelling “Don’t let these boys fool you! they’re bad people! You’re too young!”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and watched the lady get smaller and smaller as they drove away.

Turning to look at Duff with confused wide eyes, she also turned back to look at the four boys, silently turning back around after they were already looking at her.

“Don’t worry about that Y/n, nothings gonna happen.” He said looking at his sister

“Okay” she silently said.

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Hope you guys liked this chapter!!! I’m thinking about making this a multiple chapter fic, so i’ll be uploading the most I can! Also gonna be introducing other people in this, so stay tuned for that ;).

Also sorry for the Motley Crue hate 😕 I actually like them but i feel like this goes with Y/n okay!!😭😭🙏🙏

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[gnrlove1987]

Summary: When your relationship goes wrong, you leave Axl. Sometime later, Axl tracks you down at the beachside ice cream shop you're working at.

You scooped some mint chip ice cream into a pastel pink cup and handed it to the little girl on the other side of the counter, happy that your shift was finally over and your last customer was served.

You felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see your coworker Jane.

“You’re free to go!” Jane said enthusiastically with a chipper smile that showed how young, innocent, and unjaded she was. Yet, at least.

Untying your apron, you gratefully said, “Thanks, Jane. My shift couldn’t end fast enough”.

You liked working at Peach’s Seaside Ice Cream shop. The laid back vibe here was a nice change from the life you lived before you moved to Long Beach. Though, some days seemed to drag on and today was one. It wasn’t like you had much going on after work anyway. Since your breakup a year ago, you had your one bedroom apartment, your cat, and your job. That was good enough for you.

Taking your keys and your purse, you walked out of the shop but after barely four steps, you were stuck in your tracks. You couldn’t move and just stared. He was standing before you and looked just as good as he did a year ago when you left him. Maybe even a little better.

You tried to speak but you couldn’t.

“Hey, y/n.” He said quietly.

Stunned, you eeked out, “What are you doing here, Axl?”

You thought when you left him a year ago you would never see him again and now somehow he found you. You moved to Long Beach to get away from him. That way you wouldn't see him around town or hear what he was up to from friends of friends.

Seeing him standing before you, all the memories good and bad flooded back. You remembered how things were before you left.

You had been with Axl way before he was the biggest rockstar on the planet. You knew him when he struggled to pay for biscuits and gravy at Dennys. You were paying his way back then but you didn’t care because what he couldn’t give you in jewelry or flowers he would give you in love and devotion. Then when his album came out, everything changed. At first it was nice. You were thrilled his dreams were coming true and money wasn’t really a worry anymore.

But different problems replaced the old ones. Girls were constantly throwing themselves at him. Everyone around him turned into a yes man. Everyone but you. It started to seem like you and him weren’t a team anymore either, that he just wanted you to be Axl Rose’s girlfriend, nothing more than arm candy. And even with that he began to make you feel like you weren't good enough either.

As his fame grew, you felt like you didn’t fit in with his new life. You thought he had the same idea when he started going to awards shows, parties, and premieres alone. Two days later, there would be his picture splattered on the front page of the tabloids with a leggy, model type hanging off his arm. You didn’t know who he was anymore. Worse, you didn’t recognize yourself. Your self esteem was wrecked and the past 4 years of your life had stupidly revolved around Axl. You knew the only option was to get far away from him. Let him be this new version of himself while you found yourself again. A better version you could be proud of again.

A year later and he somehow found you. Was he looking for you this whole time or was it just some meaningless fucked up coincidence?

When he didn’t respond to your question, you muttered under your breath, “ I don’t need this shit. “ as you went to walk past him. But he stopped you.

“I can’t believe it’s actually you." he marveled. “ I’ve been looking for you for a long time. You’ve been hard to find, y/n.” He said with a small smile.

He went to stroke your cheek but you backed away.

He looked down and then away, not wanting you to see the hurt in his eyes.

“You know, I actually hired a private investigator to find you” he started, “ I spent a lot of money to find out where you ran off to.”

You laughed dryly and stood with your tongue in your cheek “ Long Beach isn’t that far from L.A. You must’ve sure been working hard to find me in between fucking every model in L.A." You said sarcastically. You continued, "You’re so full of shit. Don’t act like you've missed me. Don't act like you were upset when I left. You’re upset that you got left by someone. Period. It hurt your ego. But you never gave a shit that I was actually gone. It was a relief for you to not have me around anymore.”

“You ended the relationship, y/n! Not me! Fuck you for saying that!" he snapped. "Don’t pretend like you know how I felt especially when you ended it the way you did. It wasn’t fair! With everything we’d been through, you just fuckin left! You didn’t even give me an explanation! Fuck, you didn’t even bother to let me know you were ok. That night you left, I had no clue why you never came home; if you got hit by a fuckin bus or were killed or something! Do you have any idea how scared I was that something happened to you?“

“If you cared so damn much back then, you sure had a funny way of showing it.” You glared.

"That’s bullshit and you know it.” he spat back.

You started to retort but stopped yourself when you realized your coworkers had a front row seat to the fight between Axl Rose and his NOT girlfriend.

“Axl, I don’t want to do this here.”

Axl scoffed. “I’ve been looking for you for a fuckin year and we’re not going to talk about this cos you ‘don’t want to do this here’. ”He took in a deep breath before saying, “We’re doing this now.”

You remembered how bossy he could be and it wasn’t one of the traits you missed about him in the time apart.

“I’m parked over there” you pointed to your car that was nestled in between two palm trees, “we can talk in my car. Ok?”

He nodded and followed you. He sat in the passenger seat while you sat in the front. It was silent for a beat as you both looked around nervously.

”It broke my heart when you left me, y/n."

“Yeah, well it broke my heart when you wouldn’t come home at night for no reason other than you just didn’t want to. It broke my heart when you would make me feel like I wasn’t good enough for you. You broke my heart long before the relationship was officially over, Axl.”

"It was a hard time for me. My whole world was changing. I didn’t know how else to handle it. I’m sorry. But you should’ve told me that. Not just leave.”

“I’m sorry I left but it was the only way. If I would’ve talked to you about all this you just would’ve thrown a tantrum and-”

“You’re fucking throwing this back on me!?”

“Take responsibility for your shit, Axl! You know what I’m saying is true. That’s why you’re getting angry again!”

“I don’t know why I came here!” Axl began to get in your face

“Then leave!” You shouted

“I will! “ he shouted back

You two glared at each other, chests heaving with your faces so close your noses nearly touched. Your lips then collided with his as he pulled you on top of him. With his tongue massaging yours, he felt up your tits as you rubbed your palm again his crotch, feeling him firm up beneath your hand. He pulled his lips away from you and planted warm kisses along your throat, then lingering kisses on your breasts. You ran your fingers through his hair as you ground your hips against him.

“ Oh, fuck, y/n, I need you.” He groaned.

“The backseat.” you said breathily in his ear, feeling his stubble scrape along your cheek.

You maneuvered into the back with him following close behind. Sitting across from him, you unbuckled the belt of his jeans as he pulled your shirt off. With his jacket and shirt off, his chest was smooth and hard on top of you as he laid you down and inserted himself in you. You clenched around him as he rhythmically thrust. The familiar pattern was there just as it was before and you melted into him. Feeling the knot in your stomach get tighter and tighter, you wound your fingers in his hair and bit his lip gently. Breathing harder, the car windows were fogged from the heat coming from the backseat. You felt closer to unraveling as you dug your nails into his back, which he took as a sign to go harder. You arched your back as he delivered one last shaky thrust before you collapsed into each other. You both laid there a minute with him still inside you, taking in each other, smelling his signature scent of tobacco and cologne as he breathed heavily against you.

You then pushed yourself from him and he rearranged himself to sit up. Fishing through his jacket pocket on the floor of the backseat, he got out two cigarettes and a match. He lit yours using the butt of his cigarette and passed it to you as you pulled your legs up. He laid his hand on your bare thigh and kissed your knee before he reclined against the seat. You sat back, watching him as you inhaled the smoke, the first smoke you had had in a year. He sat with a satisfied smile looking out the window. You wondered if you just made the biggest mistake of your life. But, you thought, could something that felt so good be such a huge mistake?

He turned to you, confidently smiling, “ You ready to come home, y/n?”

You looked in his deep green eyes, trying to think how to respond. Nothing had gotten solved and who was to say things would be better this time around if you did go back with him. You missed the man like crazy but fucking in your car was one thing, being thrown back into the chaos that had become his life was another.

Looking down, you exhaled a puff of smoke and softly replied,

"I don't know."

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[use-your-delusion]

𝐆𝐍𝐑 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭 <𝟑

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐑𝐃𝐑𝟐 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!

Requests are open! Currently I'm only writing for Guns 'N' Roses, and only the 5 OG's, Slash, Duff, Axl, Steven and Izzy. I'll honestly write just about anything, smut or not, but I do love to write good angsty fics or longer fics with more parts to them, rather than just smut oneshots which I see all the time.

Like I said I'm down to write series, imagines, and headcanons or little blurby things like that.

For a request either message me or send in an ask <3

➪ 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡:

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐲: You don't cry, you never cry. You've always been the rock for the people around you, and now one night on your cold kitchen floor it's all coming crashing down around you. You thought you could have your breakdown in peace, but as he walks through the front door you realize you've never felt more relieved and embarrassed at the same time before. (3.2K)

➪ 𝐃𝐮𝐟𝐟:

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞: You had given him an ultimatum, and he had made his choice. It took you months to mend, and now as he strolled into your bar with a pretty girl on his arm who wasn't you, you could feel all of your hard work undoing itself. That is, until he taps you on the shoulder with broken eyes and asks if you want to have a cigarette with him.

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[niksixx]

His Vows to You

Pairing: Axl Rose x Reader 

Description: His vows to you on your wedding day. 

A/N: Picture is NOT mine. Credit to the owner.

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When sixteen year old Axl Rose told every single person he knew that he was going to one day marry Y/N Y/L/N, he was laughed at, ridiculed, and not taken seriously. Because, really, what do teenagers know about love? But at sixteen, I saw love in the way you smiled at everyone in the school hallway whether they were your friend or not. I saw love in the way you spent five days teaching your eight year old neighbor how to ride a skateboard when most kids would have given up after the third day. I saw love in the way you nearly jumped in front of a car to save a kitten, who you ended up adopting shortly after. Now, I see love in the way you stay up until three in the morning with me as I finish writing one of many songs about you, because you simply can’t sleep without me next to you. I see love in the way you wait for me to come home after work so we can watch the newest episode of our favorite show together. I see love in your eyes when you look at me, your smile when you laugh at me, and in your lips when you kiss me. And each kiss is filled with more love than the last. I promise to never take an ounce of your love for granted. And I swear to you, from this day forward, I will wake up everyday showering you in the same kind of love you have blessed me with.

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[vaginalsauce]

Short lived

Warnings

Unprotected p in v, oral fem and male receiving, spanking, drooling, pet names, mentions of cigarettes, mentions of alcohol and drinking, hair pulling, jealous slash, cum eating, flirty Izzy, degradation, dirty talk, slapping, really fucking rough, slight cnc?, Biting, choking, dacryphilia, lil bit of fluffy angst at the end idk

A/N

I kinda got carried away I am so sorry 🪨💨

Word count

2.5k

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Walking from the kitchen with armfuls of beers, you set all of them down on the coffee table with a huff. You plopped right down in-between Izzy and Slash, craning your head back, bored of Steven and Duff messing around with cameras, and Axl yelling about pointless things that weren't relevant to anything.

You couldn't help but turn your head as Izzy moved to pull out a cigarette from the pack on the table. He placed it between his lips, and was quick to light it. He took a long drag before turning to meet your eyes, letting out a chuckle.

This caused Slash to turn his head towards the two of you, eyeing Izzy carefully.

"You want one, or are you just gonna keep staring, honey?" It caught you off guard but you only shrugged. Izzy pulled the cigarette from his pretty lips, placing it between yours gently.

Before you could even inhale, Slash wrapped his arm around your shoulders and took the cigarette from your mouth, putting it out on his own jeans. He stood, and without a word, left the room, slamming the door to Axl's bedroom.

It was no secret that you and Slash had feelings for each other, especially with Axl's big mouth around. But ever since you and Izzy had been getting closer, becoming better friends, Slash had become more distant, pissier towards you.

You sighed, letting your head fall into your hand as you began to rub your temples.

"What's his deal?" Izzy questioned, eyebrows raised in a bit of surprise. You shook your head.

"I don't have a clue. I'm gonna go talk to him." You stood, stepping over the empty beer bottles that were scattered across the floor.

As you reached Axl's bedroom, you gently knocked on the door, listening closely for any signs of his presence. "Slash? Can I come in?"

No response.

You knocked again, but there was still no response. Turning the doorknob, you gently pushed the door open, greeted by the sight of Slash getting off the bed and walking over to you. He pulled you into the room and closed the door harshly, his body pressing yours against the door.

"Slash?" You questioned, your breathing quickening as his hand ghosted down your arm to the lock on the door, flipping it and jiggling the door handle to make sure it was locked.

His face was so close to yours, you could smell the smokey breath that fanned over your face. His eyebrows furrowed. "Why do you have to do that?" He questioned, but it sounded more like a demand.

"do what?" You whispered, scared to raise your voice. His hand came to rest on your neck, giving a small squeeze.

"Fucking flirt with every guy that looks at you. You know what the fuck you're doing." He spat, before spinning the two of you around and pushing you roughly into the bed behind you. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you forget Izzy ever existed."

You couldn't find your voice, letting out a small whine as you pushed yourself back, making room for Slash to crawl onto the bed with you, but he only stood at the edge of the bed.

"Tell me if you don't want this now, because I'm not gonna stop once I start."

You nodded quickly in response to his words, and he landed a firm slap across your cheek. "Use your words, whore."

You turned your head to look back up at him, bringing your own hand up to the forming red mark on your face, feeling the warmth radiating off of it. Your eyes were watering, but you couldn't deny the pulsing ache between your legs. "Please, Slash, I want it."

"Such a dirty fuckin' slut." Slash huffed, his hands coming down to unbutton his jeans. He slid them down his muscular thighs, already starting to palm himself through his boxers. "Gonna suck my cock? Show me how much you want it?"

You crawled closer, and slash gripped the back of your head by your hair, pulling your mouth directly onto his clothed bulge. You let your lips glide over the print, looking up at him, a single tear falling down your cheek from the pain he was inflicting on you, but you couldn't even mind.

"Fuck, you're a little minx." He used his free hand to tug his boxers down, discarding them with his pants. His hardening cock was right in your face, and you brought your hand up to pump him gently.

He grabbed his dick and rubbed it against your lips, and you opened your mouth. He was quick to shove your head down onto his cock, already fucking your face at a rapid speed. You gagged around him, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as you tried your hardest to breathe.

You watched as he threw his head back, and you brought your hand down to your clothed heat, rubbing yourself through your pants.

His hips were relentless, pistoning hard into your throat. You knew it was gonna be sore for a few days.

You were a bit worried about the rest of the guys in the living room, but their cheers and laughing and indistinct yelling just told you they weren't paying any mind to your missing presence.

You were caught off guard by the sudden feeling of Slash pushing your head all the way down his dick, and you lifted your hands up to dig your nails into his waist as he held you at the base of his cock.

Your nose was brushing against his happy trail, and you began to panick as you lost your breath. Slash pulled you off his cock by the back of your hair, throwing your head back as he leaned down to kiss you.

"Gonna make you mine, make you scream for me." He grabbed your hips as he leant over you, flipping you over and swiftly tugging your pants and underwear clear off your legs. You to let out a gasp when the cold air hit your leaking cunt.

"Oh shit, look at that... So fucking wet, just from sucking my dick? You really are a whore." He paused to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. He leaned over your back, pressing his lips to your ear. "But you're my whore, aren't you?"

You couldn't even let out a whimper before he pushed himself into you, stilling as soon as he bottomed out inside of you. You let your arms give out, your front side falling into the comforter on the bed. Your sudden moan was muffled by the bed, but then he grabbed your hair from the base of your scalp, tugging your head back towards the ceiling. "My whore, aren't you?"

He repeated himself, and you sobbed loudly. "Y-Your whore, fuck." You muttered, scared that if you were too loud the other men would hear, and that was endless teasing you didn't want to endure.

Slash pulled his hips back, and you whined, pushing yourself back into him in a desperate attempt to fuck yourself on his cock. His hand raised, and before you could even think about what he was doing, a red handprint was forming on your ass.

You yelped, pushing your body forward as an attempt to get away from the sting, but with his grip on your hair, you couldn't move. "T-Theyre gonna hear, can't be loud, please--"

Slash cut you off with a hard thrust, and you let out a loud moan, mixed in with a choked scream. You couldn't contain it. His dick was so big that it hurt, and he was so deep inside of you that he was pushing painfully against your cervix.

Slash leaned down again, finally starting at a slow and rough pace. A bite was pressed against your still-clothed shoulder, and with the pinch, came the realization that you weren't gonna be able to be quiet. "Let's get this off." Slash pulled you flush against his chest, rocking back onto his knees. His hands rushed to lift your thin shirt over your head, not once missing a single thrust.

Once your shirt was discarded, he didn't waste any time in trailing his hand up between the valley of your breasts, coming to squeeze your throat roughly. "You're so fucking tight, squeezing me so hard."

You were lightheaded, eyes rolling back as your head fell onto his shoulder, mouth hung open. Your fingers dug into his hips, and your other hand coming behind you to tangle and tug on his hair. "You like feeling me so deep in your tummy? Right... There." He questioned, his hand pressing roughly against your lower abdomen, easily feeling himself through the flesh of your stomach. The applied pressure caused you to squeal, fighting to get off his cock, the pleasure becoming too much for your foggy little brain.

"Oh, that's it, isn't it? Right there?" His voice was so sweet and alluring that you almost melted into his rough grips. "Answer me, bitch." He grabbed a fistful of hair again, pulling your lips closer to his as he sloppily pressed his open mouth to the corner of your own mouth. You were too busy trying to escape the dizzying feeling of your orgasm approaching to even mumble a response.

You nodded, but he only slipped the hand in your hair to your open mouth, his middle and ring finger pushing past your lips and onto your tongue.

His fingers were salty, but tasted so good in your mouth. He shoved them back further, and you gagged quickly. You screamed loudly as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, thrashing around in Slash's hold. You balled your hands up into fists and started to beat against his hips, back arched as you desperately tried to escape the overstimulation.

"Hold the fuck... still." His words were cut up between thrusts and grunts as he fought to keep you held down, your pulsing walls sucking him in deeper than he already was as an attempt to drain his cock.

"Already cumming, baby? Such a pathetic little body, jus' can't take what I give you." He hummed, faking that sympathy that he knew you would soak up.

He snaked an arm around your waist, holding you down as he completely ruined you from below. Your cunt was already sore, and the tears spilling from your eyes had no end, similar to the moans leaving your throat and vibrating around his fingers. Drool coated your chin and chest, and the entirety of his hand, and he didn't even care.

"Look s'much better stuffed full of my cock than you do sitting next to Izzy." Slash shoved you forward again, but this time he placed his hands on the small of your back, pushing down roughly to keep your back arched as he continued his assault on your poor cunt.

"N-No more, can't take it-- Please, s'too much!" You yelped.

Another harsh slap came down onto your ass, and you wept loudly into the bedding. You were squeezing his cock so tight that his hips began to stutter, so his pace slowed and his thrusts got impossibly harder. The steel rings he wore on his fingers were making bright red welts on your ass with every smack he gave you, and you couldn't help but let out the crying and screaming, it hurt, but he didn't care.

With his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust, you came once more, bringing your arms back to try and push his hips away from you, but he only grabbed a hold of both of your wrists, using them to pull you back onto him. Your weeping and moaning finally died down, and you just let him use you, limp from the overstimulation.

You were so fucked out that you didn't even feel the hot cum coating your insides. Slash pulled out as he was cumming, the last little bit of his spunk landing over your red and abused lips.

He released your arms, letting you fall forward.

"My fucking pussy, isn't it?" He shoved your thighs up so your ass was back in the air, and his thumb came up to run through your slick folds, practically shoving his cum back inside of you. You jumped when his finger brushed against your clit, letting out a small whine.

"A-All yours, Slash." You mumbled, and he brought his face to the red wounds and marks on your ass, pressing gentle kisses to the welts and light specks of blood that had begun peeking through your skin, already bruising.

His kisses trailed right back to your cunt, and he didn't hesitate in sticking his tongue right out and into your heat, from your clit to your hole. He hollowed his cheeks when he found your clit, sucking with so much intensity it caused you to lean back into him, despite all that had went down mere minutes before.

He was eating your pussy so carefully and intricately, it was a stark contrast from his previous tone and actions.

It took you minutes of him sucking and licking your poor cunt to realize that he was eating his own cum out of you, and the pure thought had you whining yet again.

He'd groan into your pussy, the vibrations going straight to your clit. It didn't take much for you to cum yet again, so sensitive from your previous torturous orgasms, and you shoved your face down into the bedding once more as you whined, squirming away from Slash's face. He held your hips and pulled you back into him as you rode out your orgasm, finally pulling off of your cunt and gently shushing you as you turned over to meet his gaze.

You suddenly broke out into tears again and Slash crawled back onto the bed pulling you up into his arms. You couldn't form proper sentences, your words simply coming out jumbled and choppy.

"s'okay. I'm sorry, I know. It's gonna be okay." You clung to him for dear life, your sweaty, naked bodies pressing together as your threw your arms over your neck.

All he could make out from your sobs was small "I'm sorry"s, "thank you"s, and "so tired"s. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head as he gently rocked the two of you back and forth.

"Did so good f'me, sweetheart, I'm sorry." He cooed, but it was too late, you were already asleep in his arms. He sighed, resting his head on top of yours for just a few more minutes before slipping you under the blankets of Axl's bed, and following close right next to you, wrapping an arm over your waist.

He buried his face in your shoulder as his eyes closed, feeling just a little guilty for the way he treated you.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You woke up to the sound of banging, looking around to see slash tugging his boxers on, and you immediately felt a surge of shame run through your body when Slash unlocked and opened the door to an incredibly red and upset Axl.

"You're washing everything on that fucking bed. No, actually, you're buying me a whole new one."

And with that, you sunk back under the covers, not daring to make eye contact with the fiery redhead.

#guns n roses smut #guns n roses #gunsnfuckinroses #guns and roses #slash guns n roses #slash fic #axl rose #slash x reader #slash x you #steven adler #izzy stradlin #duff mckagan #80s music #glam rock #hair metal

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Can you do axl rose and slash too (safe words)

A/n: I will never get over Slash's obsession with tits. I also cannot explain how much I love the thought of him just using anyone as a pillow because I know he's prone to falling asleep wherever he can

Please someone request something for Slash, I love him too much rn :'3

Warnings: Smut, angst, use of safe words (There's technically no use of a safe word in Slash's but it's kind of implied? There's a boundary that's definitely crossed), bondage, smoking (Slash attempts to burn reader with his cigarette), oral sex (male receiving), if there's anything you think I missed please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Axl was an interesting man, for sure. You’d met at a club and after just a few weeks of seeing each other he asked if he could move in. He explained that his band was just getting going and he didn’t have a place other than a storage unit on Gardner that his band used as a house/party room/practice place, knowing that you were much more open to letting him crash with you.

Things were going fine between you two. You’d wake up and make breakfast, not because of any other reason than Axl wasn’t awake until about noon on most days, which you didn’t mind either because it meant you got to see him so peaceful and calm.

Fast forward to now. You’d fallen asleep with Axl beside you. He’d been whining all day about one thing or another, obviously trying to get something but he was too stubborn to say what it was and nothing he did gave you a clue either.

In the middle of the night you woke up to some strange noises and an odd feeling. The room was completely dark because something was covering your eyes, you tried to move it but found that your arms were tied, your legs too.

“Axl?” You called in an attempt to find out what was going on and whether you should start worrying or not.

“What is it?” Axl’s familiar deep voice answered, sounding somewhat distant.

“What are you doing?” You asked, trying to move again to no avail. You felt a weight on the bed, signalling that Axl had gotten on the mattress and was sitting beside you. He ran his hand over your bare stomach, you preferred sleeping in just your underwear and Axl was in no way opposed to that. Now you were rethinking that idea.

“Having some fun, don’t worry about it.” Usually that deep voice of his was nice, it could calm you or bring that familiar warmth to the pit in your stomach. Now it just scared you. You couldn’t see, couldn’t move, you were fully at his mercy.

“I am. Axl, I am worried about it.” You stated, struggling against the restraints again. “Axl, I’m serious.” Axl got on top of you, your legs were already spread thanks to what you assume to be rope around your ankles.

“Shut up and be good for me, will you? That’s what you’re good for.” He hooked your legs over his, from what you could feel he’d already stripped himself down to nothing.

“Axl, we could do something if you’d just get me out of this.” You told him. The ginger lined himself up with you and pushed in despite your complaints. The feeling reminded you of many times before, this isn’t the first time Axl’s ever woken you up for sex but it was the most worrying time. Usually it would just be him fucking your thighs, or he’d just outright wake you up and tell you he was horny. Never had he even mentioned that this was something he’d be into. It certainly wasn’t something you were into, not right now at the very least.

“Fuck, always so tight for me.” The ginger groaned as he rocked his hips into you. “My perfect little slut.” He held your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks together and opening your mouth. You weren’t sure what he was doing until you heard a ‘patoo’, then you felt this cold liquid on your tongue. He spat in your mouth.

You violently thrashed against him and the restraints. “Get me the fuck out of this you fucking bitch!” You screamed. Axl quickly took the cloth covering your eyes off and tossed it away.

“Jesus Christ, better now?” He groaned. You glared up at him as you tried to think of anything that could get him to stop.

“Pumpkin!” You yelled. Something flicked in him, you could see it in his eyes even in the dark room. He wasn’t looking at you with lust or hatred, that line you were never really sure if he crossed whenever things got hot between you two. There was a disappointment in his eyes. Not in you but himself.

Axl pulled out and got the ropes taken off of you. He pulled on a pair of pants and found you one of his shirts for you to put on before he left the room.

You threw the shirt on and went out to find him.

Axl was on the couch, rocking himself slightly. His head was down and he was staring at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with you.

You went over to him and sat beside him on the couch. You leaned your head on his shoulder and put a hand on his back, gently rubbing it.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He blurted, still not looking at you.

“Didn’t mean to do what?” You asked in a soft voice.

“I-I don’t even know...” He said, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. You reached for them and held them in your own. “I just... I thought it would be fun.” You nodded in understanding.

“It wasn’t.” He rolled his eyes and nodded.

“Yeah, I got that.” Finally he looked up at you. For a moment he just looked at you, then he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, kissing your forehead and cheek and nose, pretty much anywhere he could reach in this hold. “I’m sorry I made you say that.”

“You could’ve just said something earlier.” You mumbled, looking at his face and just taking in his features.

“I know.” He let out a heavy sigh. “So,” he started, “wanna give me a blow job?” He asked with a smile. You swatted the back of his head and stood up, walking back to the room. Axl followed and wrapped his arms around you.

Your boyfriend was touring and after months of dating but not going on the road with him you finally got the chance to actually come with him.

The separation was not the ideal circumstance for either of you and you called all the time, every day and night you’d be getting calls from him asking how you’ve been. At night the calls usually took a turn to more sexual areas, you were alone and needy and so was he.

The crew going with Guns was the real issue, they wanted to save as much money as possible, even if it wasn’t necessary. That meant that you wouldn’t be getting a free pass on the plane with the band. Slash had offered to pay for your ticket but you refused because you didn’t know when you’d be able to pay him back. But all of that was behind you now and you were finally on the road with the band.

It was right before one of their headlining shows and Slash was backstage with you in his dressing room. You were on the couch and he asked if you’d give him a blow job before he went on. You didn’t want to at first because you didn’t think you’d have time but Slash promised you would, and so you did.

You were on your knees sucking him off, you could tell he was enjoying it by the faces he was making. You knew if you really wanted to you could make him a whining little mess but you were focused on speed right now.

While you were busy bobbing your head on his length he got a cigarette out and lit it. Nothing out of the ordinary, Slash was a known chainsmoker. You watched his euphoric expression and the way his head fell back as smoke drifted past his lips and into the air.

Then he looked back down at you with this expression that you just couldn’t place. He had this smirk as he looked down at you. “You’re so pretty, you know that?” He asked, not expecting an answer while your mouth was full of him. You caught his gaze wandering to the cigarette between his fingers. “Think I could make you hotter?” You raised a brow at him.

“What?” You asked as you pulled back. The exact moment you did so Slash tapped off the end of his cigarette where you would’ve been had you not moved. You stared up at him wide eyed with fear and anger.

He seemed to have realised his mistake as soon as he made it because he stared back at you with those same wide eyes, except his were of worry. You didn’t say anything else, you just got up and left the room.

You stayed to watch the show, the band still put on a great performance and you didn’t want to miss it, but you didn’t stick around afterward like you normally would. Instead you took a taxi back to the hotel you were staying at.

Slash came home later, much later. You had fallen asleep already by the time he got back. He saw you crashed on the bed with the TV on. You were laying over the covers and still had your clothes on so he figured you’d passed out while watching a movie or something.

He went to his suitcase and found a shirt to get you into. He undressed you and tried his best to keep you asleep but you fell asleep while he was struggling with your pants. “What are you doing?” You mumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Slash froze. He slowly looked up at you.

“I was trying to get you into something comfier.” He explained his usual soft yet raspy voice.

“Oh...” You mumbled and just let him continue. He eventually got your pants and shirt off, he took your bra off per your request because it was not comfortable to sleep in. He offered to let you wear a pair of his shorts as well instead of the pretty lace you had on. Of course you accepted the offer and Slash helped you get his clothes on. They didn’t fit you but for sleep they were perfect.

You got under the covers while Slash turned the lights off, though he kept the TV on for background noise. He got under the covers with you and rested his head on your chest. “I won’t do that again.” He mumbled. You were barely conscious yourself at this point so you just nodded with a hum. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know.” You mumbled back. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He gave a small kiss to your collarbone.

“If you ever do anything like that again you’re sleeping with Axl.” You threatened. Slash grumbled and after a small pause he looked up at you.

“You wouldn’t really, would you?” You could tell there was some genuine concern.

“Do you really want to find out?” Slash stared at you for a moment longer before going back to nuzzling your tits.

#Guns n roses #guns n roses smut #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses angst #guns n roses fanfic #Axl Rose #Axl Rose smut #Axl Rose angst #Axl rose fluff #Axl rose x reader #guns n roses fluff #axl rose fanfiction #Slash #Slash smut #Slash fic #Slash angst #slash fluff

[sabbathrose]

• (Slash) Live at the Ritz, 1991.

#80s rock #classic rock #80s aesthetic #music #rocknroll #jeffrey dean isbell #axl rose #axl rose x reader #izzy stradlin x reader #gnr imagine #slash guns n roses #slash fanfiction #slash fic #slash gnr #slash hudson #saul hudson #slash imagine #slash x reader #guitar #i need more photos of rockstars #guns n roses #gunsnfuckinroses #live music #animated gif #tumblr gifs #hair metal #you could be mine #welcome to the jungle #use your illusion #appetite for destruction

[gnrbitch]

Does she have alcohol?

warnings: alcoholism? (maybe idk)

mentions: Lenny Kravitz

y/nn: your nickname

based off Slash’s biography

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1990

Slash had just been flown into New York by Lenny, something about him wanting Slash to be on his record. Slash thought it was cool, the recognization he was getting as a guitarist, not just the guitarist from guns n’ roses. But now he was here, waiting for Lenny to get ready in his apartment that, to Slash, looked like a vintage hippie store had just thrown up.

And sure, Slash had been sober from heroin for a quick minute, but that didn’t stop him from drinking like a madman. So he sat there, suddenly feeling chills, sweat and everything else that comes with being an alcoholic.

“Lenny, man, do you have anything to drink?” “Nah man, I have a joint though” Lenny responded to a suddenly pale Slash sitting on his couch. “Yea that’s cool, but I really need something to drink”

As Lenny went around asking his neighbors if they had some kind of alcohol Slash could drink, he was pacing right behind him “Can’t we just stop by a bar on the way to the studio?” Slash asked looking at Lenny, who had already started walking out of his apartment building. “Sorry dude, bars are closed on Sunday”

That made Slash nervous. Really fucken nervous. What kind of place was this? Closed bars on a Sunday? What the fuck?

The ride to the studio was personally, Slash’s personal hell. As they walked through the parking lot of the studio Slash turned to look at Lenny “Look man I need a fucken drink, I can’t play unless I have something to drink.”

“I get it man, i’ll get you something. Don’t worry.”

Lenny didn’t get it, Slash thought. Sure the dude smokes weed to write music and stuff. But he didn’t need it.

Lenny smiled as he walked into the studio, knowing he had found the solution to Slash’s hell. “Hey! y/nn!” Lenny called to the girl bending down to get her soda from the vending machine.

Y/n turned to look over at the voice, happy to see her dearest friend. Lenny, y/n and her guys met each other when Lenny first moved to Manhattan. All of them being musicians helped them build a bond.

“Hey Lenny, and friend” y/n knew who the friend was, but once you have some drinks with Iggy Pop, who was always spotted in New York considering he lived there, you really can’t be starstruck anymore.

“Y/nn honey, I hate to be a bother” Lenny started, getting cut off by Y/n’s sarcastic ass “do you? really?” Lenny rolled his eyes at the girl, knowing she was right. “Yea yea, do you and the guys have anything to drink?” “Preferably, alcohol?” He gave a side eye to Slash, who was wondering who this y/nn girl is, does she have alcohol, and what was she doing in the studio.

“Yea, the guys have some” Y/n responded, weirded out look on her face as she noticed Lenny’s friend looking quite like shit. “cmon” she said as she started walking towards the room her and the guys were recording in. “is your friend okay?” she said looking at Lenny, and before Lenny had the chance to answer her, Slash spoke. “Slash” was all he said “what?” Y/n said turning her head to him, not quite hearing him. “I’m Slash” he said louder.

“That’s nice, i’m Y/n” Y/n said giving him a soft smile, opening the door to her bands recording room.

“Im back” She started, “Lenny needs some alcohol” she finished, looking over to Sammi, their rhythm guitarist. “Take what you need man” Sammi said, pushing a bottle of tequila towards him.

On one hand, Slash was fucken relieved he finally had something to drink. But in the other, his ego was kinda bruised. What was up with these people? Did they not know who he is?

Caught up in his thoughts, he stared blankly at y/n who, was holding the bottle to him.

“Slash? Hello?” She said looking at him “Shit yea, thanks” he said, hating how shaky his voice sounded. He looked for Lenny, who he found sitting on the couch. “Sit down man, you look rough” a voice said, Slash looked at him. “Sydney don’t be fucked up” Y/n told the unknown guy, now known as Sydney “But yea, you should sit down Slash” She said turning her head back to him.

After drinking the bottle like his life depended on it, Slash finally felt good. Ignoring what everyone else in the room was talking about, his eyes floated to Y/n. He took in her appearance, necklaces that adorned her neck, falling perfectly around her loose V neck dress. He smiled to himself, what a pretty dress.

After looking at her for what felt like forever, soaking in every detail of her, he realized, Y/n is really pretty. Sure she’s hot, but he felt this pretty feeling being in the same room as her. And Slash didn’t know what it was, but he knew he liked Y/n.

Y/n. What a cool name, he thought, Y/n. It sounded nice in his head, but he wondered how it would sound if he said it out loud. “Y/n” He subconsciously said, wanting to slap himself after Y/n turned to him, giving him a little “yes?”

Shit. Now he had to start a conversation. “So, um, you make music?” another shit. he sounded like an idiot. “Yea” Y/n gave him a little laugh “I’m lead vocals” she said, now giving him his full attention. “That’s cool” he gave her a half smile, not knowing what else to say.

“I like your name” he blurted, cursing whatever the fuck had him acting like a school boy with a crush, he was usually much smoother with the ladies. “Thanks, I like yours too, Slash” she said putting an emphasis on his name, and Slash liked it, he liked how his named sounded coming out of Y/n’s mouth.

“Well I hate to cut this conversation short, but me and Slash gotta get working” Lenny said getting up, “Wouldn’t want your lady to wait up for you” He said, oblivious to Slash’s little crush on Y/n.

They said their goodbyes, Slash thanked them for the drink, they all told each other they would hang out again when they all weren’t busy.

When Slash and Lenny left, Y/n felt a bit of disappointment at the fact Slash had a girlfriend. But she couldn’t be surprised, he was Slash for god sakes.

And while Slash and Lenny walked to their recording room, Slash turned to Lenny “I really like your friend” “Y/n?” Lenny asked him, “Yea.”

——

I feel like this is kinda shit, but let me know what you guys think!! pt2?

#slash gnr #slash #slash fanfiction #slash imagine #slashfanfic #guns n roses #guns n roses imagine #guns n roses fanfic #axl rose #duff mckagan #izzy stradlin #steven adler #axl rose fic #slash fic #saul hudson #duff mckagan fanfic #izzy stradlin fanfiction #slash one shot #slash x reader #slash x you

[gnrlove1987]

Prompt(s): Giving gifts, Misteltoe

You've been Axl's assistant on the Use Your Illusion for six months. When you first went to the job interview you were so nervous. Axl had a bad rep and you expected the worst. Diva behavior, rude, demanding. But when you went to the interview you were proven wrong. He was attentive to everything you said and genuinely wanted to know about you. Even the things that had no relation to the job. He was kind and laid back, putting you at ease even though you were talking to the biggest rock star on the planet.

He offered you the job on the spot and 6 months later you had traveled several cities and countries along Axl’s side. Spending so much time together, you two had your own inside jokes and would spend hours talking on plane rides or when he was amped up after a show and couldn’t sleep. You even told him about your beloved Grandmother's swan broach that you would always peer at in her jewelry box as a kid and when she died, your aunt sold it off so you never saw it again, but you always associate your grandma with the swan broach. After months spent getting so close, it was in December that you finally realized you were in love with him. You were hopelessly and stupidly in love with Axl.

if him being your boss wasn’t a big enough obstacle, him having a stunning Victoria’s Secret model girlfriend was the nail in the coffin. She was rich and glamorous with men falling at her feet. You knew there was no comparison so you were going to let it be. But seeing Axl and Stephanie together when they were all over each other, you felt your heart deflate more and more each time.

At the last tour stop, Axl confided in you that he was getting someone very important to him a gift for the holidays that was going to be very special for her. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. You made the decision that night that you couldn’t do this anymore. Anytime you saw them together you felt ill. And now you found yourself burning up with jealousy when he talked to you about this extravagant gift he was giving her. Even though you needed the money and you loved Axl, you gave your notice you were quitting the next day. He was shocked and didn’t know what to say. He told you he’d pay you more, hire another assistant so there wouldn’t be so much work on your own. He pleaded with you to stay. But there was no turning back, you’d stay until the last stop before everyone went home for Christmas and then that was it. You’d be finished.

With the last show in the books, there was a big holiday party to celebrate the end of this leg of the tour. Colorful lights lit up the room with every type of alcohol imaginable within arms reach. Holiday garlands strung all around the room. Standing in the hallway next to an adorned Christmas tree, you took your eyes off the beautiful decorations and saw Slash and Duff, drunk and stumbling around, coming to you.

“y/n! We heard you’re leaving! We’re gonna fuckin miss you!” Duff slurred.

“Yeah, are you sure you can’t stay? Who else is gonna keep Axl from going on fuckin rampages!” Slash laughed.

You laughed as you rolled your eyes, “He’ll be fine without me. He has Steph.”

Slash shook his head and walked away with Duff and his almost empty bottle of vodka trailing close behind. Confused, you watched Duff and slash walk off until a deep, familiar voice attracted your attention.

“Trying to avoid me?” Axl asked with a smirk

“No “ you lied. The less you saw him, the easier it would be to leave in the morning. “I just thought you’d be busy with Steph.”

He nodded in understanding. “ Nah, she left this morning.”

You looked down disinterestedly. You couldn’t muster anymore fake interest in her than you already had for six months.

“You don’t like her very much, do you?” Axl questioned

You looked up, surprised. “What, no, I do I guess. She’s fine. If she makes you happy that’s what matters”.

“Then why are you leaving me y/n? “ he asked sadly.

“Axl, please don’t. I already told you I didn’t want to talk about it. I just can’t work for you anymore. “ you replied looking down. You couldn't bear to look in his eyes.

“Fine. But I don’t know what I’ll do without you. Are you sure nothing can change your mind to stay?”

you nodded.

"You know, y/n, you were always more than an assistant to me. I'm really gonna miss you."

Trying to stay composed you nodded your head as you tried to speak around the lump in your throat, "I'm going to miss you too, Ax."

"I was gonna give this to you when we were back in L.A but Slash told me that you were leaving first thing in the morning so here ya go."

He took a velvet box out of his silky coat pocket and handed it to you.

You gave a slight laugh, surprised that he gave you something.

"You got me a present?" you asked

"I told you I was getting someone very important to me a special gift" he answered as he walked away before you could say anything.

Stunned, you opened the box and saw a jeweled broach that looked like a swan. Tears began to cloud your vision as you realized that he remembered all that you had told him. Now, Axl had given you one that looked exactly like your grandma's swan broach, something that would always be a sweet reminder of her.

As he was halfway out the door, you ran after him and threw your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his.

Taken aback, he looked at you dazed with surprise.

"Mistletoe" you grinned as you pointed to the green hanging from the ceiling above him.

After a quick glance up, Axl smiled in return and then slipped his fingers into your hair at the nape of your neck and kissed you, pressing his tongue to yours, tasting of tobacco and champagne.

You smiled against his lips, feeling him do the same.

#axl rose fanfiction #axl rose x you #axl rose x reader #axl rose fic #axl rose fanfic #axl rose imagine #axl rose one shot #guns n roses fanfiction #guns n roses fanfic

[eddiiiieeee]

My Angel ☆

Slash x reader

warnings: a bit of angst at the start, just fluff, mentions of alcohol and drugs, etc.

summary: y/n and Saul get into a fight about his addiction, and saul finds a letter y/n had written about him.

authors note: listen to September - sparky deathcap, because it fit 💀 part 2!!

"Oh go fuck yourself, saul!" she yelled out as tears streamed down her face, staring back at the man she loves. she hid her face in her hands as Saul let realization hit him, he failed her again, he relapsed after promising to stay clean for the third time in their five years together. he called her names, trashed the house, told her he wished he never loved her, that he despised her. all because she had flushed his stash down the toilet, those words were the first thing she said since he started his tantrum. her sobs now filling the apartment "s-shit baby" he mumbled as he walked towards her his hands reaching up to hold her arms "don't touch me" she said flinching away from him almost instantly she finally looked up at him, with a look he couldn't even describe. y/n grabbed her car keys and purse, quickly rushing out of the apartment, leaving saul alone with his mess. she left. his brain was too drugged to comprehend going after her, he didn't know what to do, he was lucky he was even still standing with the number of drugs he's consumed. Saul rushed over to the phone connected to the wall, dialling Stevens number as he waited, till he heard a voice "steven adler speaking!" "adler, I fucking- y/n, she left and... shes gone" saul sobbed into the phone, leaving his friend very confused as Steven looked over at duff who'd been over at his house "hold on, me and duff are on our way okay?" saul nodded, letting the other hang up as he fell against the wall. he looked around the trashed apartment and noticed underneath a pile of glass, was a book. y/ns handwriting on the front of it. it was her journal, the one she always wrote in. he moved over to grab it, his fingers moving over the old leather cover of the book. he opened the book and let whatever page open, his eyes read over the words, letting himself remember how he loved her handwriting, she always said it looked like a little kid's handwriting, almost unreadable but he always read whatever she would write. he noticed the date that was written 22/9/1987. the day guns n roses performed at the ritz in new york. how can he look so pretty, so angelic without even trying, my saul, a complete angel. gosh how I love him, how I adore him, I've loved and adored him since we first met before all this, before guns n roses, back in 84. I don't regret going to Madam Wong's in East Hollywood, I remember how adorable he looked, his hair was less wild then. I remember the funky clothes he wore that night, god how I remember what I felt when he looked at me. I felt like a little girl whose crush held her hand for the first time during recess. I remember how he stumbled over his words when he came up to me afterwards, I remember how gentle his touch was, how he asked to kiss me underneath a faulty street light in California's weather, I remember every date and moment that happened after. I know saul isn't clean anymore, it hurts me knowing he could slip through my fingers at any given moment, he doesn't remember how I held him a few nights back, I could hear his breathing vividly, and I could see how the colour and life was sucked out of him, he looked almost ghost-like. he doesn't know that's why I haven't slept well in the past few nights, how could I? how could I rest knowing my angel might vanish. how I hate when he does it, but then again, how I love him. my beautiful beautiful boy, I gifted him that song and told him it described him very well. a very beautiful boy. I've dreamt of love this good, and I've got it, saul hudson will forever be the man I love. if we're together or broken up, far or close, in love or fighting, he will always be that angel that sits in my heart, strumming his guitar without a care in the world, singing my favourite songs to me, letting me run my fingers through his untamed curls. I wonder if we ever have kids and if they'll take after him, I hope they do, how I would love little version of him, with his beautiful brown eyes, gorgeous black curls, beautiful facial features, warm coloured skin.

how I love him, my sweet beautiful boy, my guardian angel. y/n l/n ♥ Saul hadn't noticed how hard he began sobbing, this was how much she loved him. and yet all he did was tell her he didn't love her at all. he pulled the leather-covered book to his chest and pull his knees to his chest. not realizing that the door had opened and revealed the mess of an apartment to his two friends. Steven's eyes quickly made their way to Saul, who was surrounded by broken glass, and wood. Duff looked around, getting an idea of what just might have gone down. they both rushed over to Slash, glass breaking underneath their steps "Hey man" Steven said as he crouched down to Slash's level "we need you to calm down alright? so you can tell us what happened and where y/n is" the smaller blonde explained as Duff rubbed Sauls back 

"get him some water, Adler" Duff said as Steven rushed to do so. it didn't take Steven long before he made his way back to them handing Saul the glass, who chugged it down rather quickly. "could you now tell us what happened?" Duff asked, Saul, keeping his gaze straight ahead "she found out I relapsed.she flushed all my shit down the drain, and I got mad at her. I yelled, I threw things, broke some more, i-i told her I didn't love her... that I would never forgive her for what she did, fuck man- I told her I hated her, despised her even" he mumbled letting out a sob towards the end "and she told me to go fuck myself, and when I tried to touch her, she moved away and told me to not touch her, and then she... she left without another word. I need her, I really really love her and I fucked up" he mumbled tears rolling down his cheeks, not caring that this had to be the first time he'd cried around the guys. 

Steven squeezed his shoulder before sighing "let's get you to bed, and then I'll clean up here and Duff can go look for y/n/n, okay?" Steven told his friend before he and Duff had helped Slash up and to his bed, the one he and y/n got up from not long ago. the minute Saul's head touched the pillow, he was out. Duff noticed y/n's journal in Saul's grip, he took it and placed it on the bedside table before leaving the room and closing the door behind him, Steven grabbed a garbage bag and began cleaning up the glass "you knew. you knew he was doing drugs again and didn't say a word to her." Steven told Duff looking at him "I know, I already feel like an asshole" the man said as he sat down on the couch ..... part 2 will be up soon, I promise!! thoughts?

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[niksixx]

If you haven’t :)

Head over to my M3 and read Axl’s Vows to you :) 

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[thesmokingguns]

Cuddles w/ Axl Rose

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

But tonight you wanted to be held.

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

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

Carefully , you moved to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[rocketttqueennn]

Paradise City.

⊰ warnings: smut, overstimulation, rough sex, oral (both receiving)

"You did great! As always though, you all did!" Y/N said, running from backstage up to Slash after the concert ended, hugging him.

You've hardly gotten the chance to spend any time alone with him, they've all been so busy with tours and rehearsal. But at least you got to help with the production backstage.

He kissed the top of your head with a smile as he put his arm around you. "It was only possible with your help though, Y/N."

You giggled as you kissed his cheek, the two of you walked back to the group, everyone mostly worn out from the excessive amount of touring, mainly running on cigarettes and alcohol.

You all finally arrived back to the apartment. Steven and Duff decided to lounge around in the studio while you, Slash, Izzy, and Axl were still upstairs. Everyone was hungry at this point.

"I'll go ahead and get us food, anyone wanna come with?" Axl said, looking at everyone. Izzy volunteered to go, leaving you and Slash alone together. Within a few minutes they were both gone, just you and your boyfriend, who admittedly looked smoking hot.

You put your head on Slash's lap, moving your fingertip in circles on his jeans, sighing.

"Y'know, I really have missed you, Y/N." Slash said, twirling the roots of your hair as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

"Hmm, prove it. You're the one spending alllll that time in the studio!" Y/N said, sitting up and facing him, you really did miss him, but you wanted him so badly.

He laughed a bit, pulling you onto his lap and passionately, but so deeply kissing you.

You felt his boner grow underneath the pool that soaked into your undergarments, moaning into the kiss as you subconsciously grind against his hardening cock.

You took your shirt off, helping him take his off followed by Slash dipping his hands inside of your panties, causing you to whine from his lustful touch.

He broke the kiss, unzipping his jeans as his thick length slapped against his stomach, already slick just from the kissing.

"Suck it." He said, trying to catch his own breath, you did as said. Slash gripped your hair as you wrapped your lips around his, now throbbing cock.

You could feel him getting closer. His cock twitching in your mouth, dripping as he let out desperate moans. You needed him so badly at this point you could hardly stand it anymore, you HAD to have him.

His dick slid out of your mouth with a pop. He kneaded at the roots of your hair as he pulled you up into a sloppy, passionate, nonetheless lustful kiss.

You quickly took your pants and underwear off, as he grabbed you by the hips, laying you down on the plush sofa as he positioned his head between your soft thighs, looking up at you with the most lust-filled grin you've ever seen.

He inserted two of his fingers into you, lapping at your clit as precum pulled on the leather couch below. Twitching with every thrust and lick he performed onto your sensitive skin.

He enjoyed every bit of it, hearing how loud you screamed his name, feeling your soft hands tug at his hair as your thighs frame his face.

He knew you were close, he took the rest of his clothes off, teasing your entrance with the cock he knew you oh-so desperately needed.

You grabbed his wrists, begging for him to fuck you already, you were so close, you needed him immediately.

He grinned down at you, flipping you over as his cock entered your pussy, groaning in unison as his dick hit deeper, getting rougher with each thrust.

"Slash!- Please, Please!" You cried out, you couldn't think straight, you couldn't even think. His trusts got deeper, hitting spots you never even knew could've been hit before, he could feel your walls twitch around his cock, signaling your near release.

He leaned down to you, slamming into your desperate pussy as he marked your neck, kissing and leaving prints all along your skin.

You were drooling, tears welled up as he hit every sweet spot you had, both of you were near your climax, he ran his hand down your back. You could hear his breath, practically screaming as your overstimulated pussy was on the verge of release.

"Babe- Slash I'm close- I'm so close, please, please!" You cried out, followed by your boyfriend's cock hitting one final time as you both came, the man slumped over onto you as you just had the most powerful orgasm of your life. Crying and squirming in pleasure, you grabbed anything you could, Slash put his fingers in your mouth.

"Shh, let it out baby, let it out sweetheart."

The two of you ended up cuddling after, kissing, teasing, and giggling soon before you two got dressed.

You soon heard the door unlock, Axl and Izzy came home with the food as they both called for Steven and Duff

"Took longer than expected, just got what we normally eat" Axl said as Izzy set the bags on the table as everyone sat down.

"Why aren't you eating anything, Slash?" Izzy asked with a near mouthful.

"I already ate, I'll get some later" He replied.

⊰ END ⊰

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[vaginalsauce]

Justified

Warnings

Gangbang, oral f! and m! receiving, slapping, spanking, hair pulling, praise, pet names, degradation, size kink, breeding?, pure smut no plot, unprotected p in v, handjobs, breeding, manhandling

A/n

Holy shit what did I just write

This is a scrap I'm too lazy to finish, enjoy mwah

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You felt the harsh sting of a slap against your ass, and your body desperately tried to push forward to escape the tingling red handprint forming on your ass. You were held in place by Duff, who had you on your hands and knees, your face pressing into the hardening ache between his legs. As Axl had his tongue buried deep into your cunt from behind, you struggled to pump your hand up and down Steven's dick.

You were moaning and squirming, rocking your body back and forth against Axl's face. Duff's hands snaked down your bare body, holding your hips firmly in one place, smirking down at you.

Slash had already pulled his dick out, rubbing his hand over his tip at only the sight of your squirming body. He would occasionally lean over and grab handfuls of your ass, slapping it roughly and watching the skin recoil. Grunts and groans of annoyance could be heard from Axl, clearly getting frustrated with Slash's assault. The vibrations were sent straight through your body to your ribcage, and before you knew it, you were unraveled over Axl's lips and chin, your slick dripping down your thighs onto Duff's denim jeans.

"So pretty, such a perfect girl for us." Steven spoke before tugging you up by the waist, his lips quick to find yours. Izzy was next to come right up behind you, not wasting any time before pushing his cock up into you.

You moaned into Steven's mouth before Izzy sat back on his knees, pulling your body down with his. You desperately clung to Steven, trying to bring him closer, but he only planted gentle kisses from the palm of your hand up to your shoulder, and then back down to your breasts.

"Look at you, being such a slut for all of us like this. You're just so desperate, aren't you?" Axl teased, chuckling a bit as he tugged his shorts off, grabbing your hand roughly and placing it on his cock.

"Well? C'mon, don't keep him waiting. Be a good girl for us." Duff gave a kiss to your cheek, and you threw your head back onto Izzy's shoulder as you moaned, moving your hand up and down Axl's cock.

Izzy kept thrusting up into you from below, each raise of his hips earning another moan to fall from your mouth, and Slash let his head fall back as he listened to your little squeals.

Slash walked over to you, grabbing you by the back of the neck and tugging you towards his cock, practically dripping precum. You immediately knew what he needed. You wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick, gagging as Slash unexpectedly pushed your head all the way down the length of his dick.

His mouth hung open as he breathed out, panting, staring down at your mascara-stained face. You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked up to him, relaxing your throat and letting him move your face to his heart's content.

The speed of your hand on Axl's dick faltered, and he took it upon himself to place his hand over yours, holding your hand nice and tight around his cock, fucking your hand like his own personal sex toy.

You could feel how close Izzy was getting without even looking at him. Just the sight of your lips wrapped tightly around Slash's cock made him shiver, but when he glanced down to watch your heat suck him in, it made him ten times closer than he was before.

"Gonna cum in this pretty pussy," Izzy grunted out, pulling your hips repeatedly back into his own, causing you to involuntarily move up and down Slash's cock without his guidance. "you want that, baby? Want me to fill this whore pussy? What do you think, Duff? Does she deserve it?"

"Don't ask me, ask the cock slut herself. See if she can manage to answer around Slash's dick, huh?"

And that's exactly what Izzy did, enjoying the way you clenched around his dick at all of the dirty words that fell from all five men. Endless moans escaped through your lips, vibrating straight into the veins of Slash's cock.

Axl watched intently as Slash's thighs started to tremble the slightest bit, elbowing him out of the way. Slash looked at the redhead in disbelief, brows furrowing seconds later. "Seriously, dude?"

"I'll pay you if you bite him." Slash leaned down and whispered in your ear, chuckling, hand holding his hair back so as to not get it in the slobber and precum and tears that all had stained your face. It was no use telling you to do anything, the hold they all had on you was strangling your brain, you couldn't think.

You couldn't even focus. You only stared up at Slash through your eyelashes, and it made him laugh harder. You were so completely fucked out that you hadn't even realized that Axl had a hand fisted in your hair until he pulled your head to look at him instead of Slash.

Axl looked over to Izzy, and only gave him a slight nod before he tapped his dick on your lips, pushing it deep into your throat and holding your face there by the back of your head.

Izzy's hips slammed into yours one final time, pushing himself as deep as he could inside of you as he came, and the feeling of his warm cum filling you, and even escaping out around his dick, dripping down his balls and your thighs, sent you spiraling.

You were trying to scream, but with the obstruction in your throat, it only came out in muffled gagging noises. "Steven, get over here. Clean the poor girl up, yeah?" Izzy panted, slowly pulling out so he could watch the strings of his cum slide out of you.

Steven nodded, watching in pure awe as he crawled up behind you, pulling your mouth off of Axl's dick, flipping you over onto back with ease.

In response, just as Steven licked a warm line up the back of your thigh, Axl grabbed you by the underarms, lifting you quickly, and tugging you back towards him, letting your head dangle back off the edge of the bed as Steven's mouth slowly inched towards your swollen and abused cunt.

"Axl, quit moving her around." Duff hissed. He came up right behind Axl, and started working on tugging his own pants down.

You began to squirm away from a cold hand slapping right against your core, a shriek leaving you only halfway before another hand landed right in your mouth. You furrowed your brows and your chest heaved as you sobbed, looking right up at Slash, who decided to shut you up with his fingers. You hadn't even noticed when he got in between Duff and Axl, but before you knew it, Izzy was between Slash and Axl.

You couldn't control your violent twitching and shaking, and Izzy crouched down right beside your head, pressing his lips to your temple so you could hear him whisper to you. His hand came around to the other side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek lovingly.

"You're okay, baby. Always talked about takin' all of us, didn' you?" Izzy grinned against your face, chuckling. "And look at you now. Can't even stand how good you're feeling. A little pain slut."

You almost bit down on Slash's middle and ring fingers, and right as your jaw just started to clench the slightest, he pulled them out and slapped your face. The extra sting was provided by the upside down angle, and the saliva lubricating his hand.

You tried hard to close your thighs around Steven's head, but your body was so close to shutting down on you that you couldn't function.

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

No Nut November

A/n: my dog ate my wifi but I am working on this rn so enjoy this intro :3

Duff, Axl, Steven, Izzy, Slash

Steven came into the studio giggling about something or other. He took a seat on the couch and everyone turned to him. “I just heard about the dumbest thing ever.” He said, barely containing his laughter.

“Yeah, his names Popcorn.” Axl spit.

“It’s called ‘no nut November’,” Steven carried on without a care of what Axl might think of him, “you try to go the whole month of November without busting a nut.” He explained, that rockstar smile beaming on his face. Slash snorted and looked down to his guitar, no longer interested in the converstion.

“Are you gonna try it?” Duff asked, tapping his lit cigarette on the ashtray beside him. Steven shrugged.

“I just heard people talking about it, thought it was kind of funny.” The room went quiet for a moment as everyone took in the new information.

“I mean,” Izzy chimed in, “we could make a bet.” This intrigued most everyone, aside from Slash was in his own little world.

“What’s there to bet on? Popcorn’s losing.” Axl laughed as he reached for the bag of chips on the table between them all.

“So, you’re interested?” Izzy smiled, taking the chips before the ginger could.

“Alright, everyone put in twenty, winner takes it all.” Duff stated and pulled out his wallet. The others did the same, except for Slash who was still busy with his guitar. When he realized everyone was starring at him he slowly looked up and brushed his big hair out of his eyes, glancing around the room with a confused expression plastered on his face.

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[gnrbitch]

Summer Break Pt.2- Sweet LA

Summary: Ice Breaker

Warnings: Profanity, Smoking

Y/n’s Outfit

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1986

“Oh my god Duff this is her?” Duffs girlfriend, Mandy spoke when she saw them enter the house.

“You’re the cutest little thing i’ve ever seen!” Y/n looked at her brothers blonde girlfriend with no emotion, looking back at Duff (who was standing behind her) then back at the girl, she spoke, “I’m Y/n”

“Even your name is cute! I’m Mandy, your brothers girlfriend”

“Cool. I like your… shirt” Y/n said giving Mandy a small smile.

“Thank you! Do you usually dress like that?” Mandy said looking at Y/n up and down

“Like what?” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, was there something wrong with her outfit?

“Nothing! Like nothing” Duff said walking Y/n further into the house.

“This is where you’ll be sleeping, sorry it’s not much” He said showing Y/n a small bedroom with two twin beds on it. “Also i forgot to mention you’ll be sharing a room with Slash” He said as he watched his sister nod her head and walk in

“Is that okay?” He said turning to look at Slash, who was now standing besides him.

“Yea that’s cool” she said “Can i change? it’s fucken hot here”

“Yea. Go ahead”

Y/n slowly closed the door and put her bag down on the bed, then took a pack of cigarettes out, and put one in her mouth

Not yet lighting it, she walked over to the small window and opened it, letting in fresh air.

“Smells fucken musty” she mumbled to herself as she changed into a pair of jorts, and a tight blue adidas tee.

She finally lit the cigarette that was in her mouth, sitting down on the bed and just inhaled and exhaled.

Was she even gonna like LA? she thought, it was way out of her comfort zone, the people here were too egotistical. Plus what’s up with Duff? Y/n thought about that moment in the car where he completely embarrassed her, especially in front of his friends.

Ashing a bit of her cigarette, she put her black & white superstars back on (She was wearing white socks, and she didn’t wanna dirty them).

Cigarette in her mouth, she walked out and sat herself in between Izzy and Steven, the room being completely silent.

“Sooo” Y/n said looking around the room, taking a hit of her cigarette “Are you guys always this quiet”

“No, this is just awkward” Axl said

“It is huh” Y/n said fluffing her hair up

“So do you have a boyfriend back home?” He said putting his legs up on the coffee table

“Nah” Y/n said shaking her head, taking the last hit of her cigarette, putting it out “I’m not the boyfriend type”

“Girlfriend?” Axl said, a smile peaking from the corner of his mouth

“No” Y/n let out a little laugh “Definitely not the girlfriend type”

“But you’re so cute! Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” Mandy spoke up

“She just said she’s not the boyfriend type Mandy” Axl said rolling her eyes

“Yea… but why?” she said looking at the girl sitting across from her

“I’m not sure” Y/n said shrugging

“Boys suck that’s why” Duff said

Y/n laughed

“Hey no we don’t” Steven huffed

“Yea you guys swallow too” Y/n said, bursting into laughter

She quieted down as soon as she saw everyone giving her an odd look

“Not funny?” she asked

“I feel like it was funny but i’m not too sure” Slash said

“I don’t know how to feel about these kind of jokes” Duff said shaking his head

“um” “okayyy then” Y/n said awkwardly

“So do you still play?” Duff asked, trying to get over the fact his sister just made a sex joke

“Sort of, I haven’t been playing too much”

“Why not?”

“Wait what do you play?”

Duff and Slash asked Y/n at the same time

“Guitar” she looked over at Slash, then back to Duff

“I’ve just been doing stuff for the other bands”

“what! like what?” Duff said freaking out

“Chill dude” Y/n said rolling her eyes “I’m not a groupie if that’s what you were thinking”

“I just design their flyers, but i play with them one in a while”

“Do you have them?” Slash asked

“What the flyers?”

“Yea”

“Yea they’re in my bag, hold on” Y/n said getting up to go grab her notebook from her bag

Putting the book down on the table, she spoke

“You guys could look through them, i gotta go piss”

She walked away before turning back around “Where’s the bathroom?”

“Last door” Duff said pointing into the hallway of his tiny apartment.

“okay”

“Dude look at this one!” Slash said turning the page to a heavy guy with a fro and his face melting, with ‘Melvins Again’ written on the top.

“Y/nn these are fucken dope” Slash said with a cigarette in his hand

“Thanks” “Can i have one?” Y/n said pointing to Slashs cigarette pack

Slash turned to look at Duff, who just nodded his head.

“Thanks” she said as he gave her one, lighting it for her

“I like this one” Steven said holding up the book a little kid with a small body and a big head, bitting a huge apple with ‘Bite the apple, Mother Love Bone” written at the top & bottom.

“That one’s one of my favorites” Y/n smiled “I have a fat juicy crush on their guitarist” she laughed as she saw Duff whip his head to her

“Is he cute?” Mandy asked

“Yea, he’s a bit of a square though”

“aw! what’s his name?”

“Stone”

“Weird fucken name” Slash spoke moving his hair out of his face

“Says the guy named Slash” Y/n smiled at him

“Woah! i’ll have you know my name is very fucken cool”

“Sure, coolest name ever” she said, still smiling, but with a sarcastic tone in her voice

“So why don’t you date him?” Axl asked

“I am dating him”

“But i thought you said you weren’t the boyfriend type”

“I’m not”

“Weird” Izzy said

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Part 2!! Just wanted to make this one a little ice breaker moment, but I promise there’s more to come!! Hope u guys enjoyed 😘😘😘

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