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thesmokingguns · 1 year

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Property of the Band

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ MINORS DNI 18+: Oral Sex (male and female), cum play, degradation, group sex, double penetration, violence, and masturbation

His hips snapped forward, balls slapping the wet drool against your chin. His hands buried in your hair as you choked on his cock. You tried to look up at him with blurred vision and watering eyes. But the feeling of his hand slapping against your face, stinging and burning, hard enough to force your lips from around his cock with a pop reminded you to focus on the task.

“I didn’t say to stop.” And he was pulling you by your hair, knees scraping against hotel carpet making them raw and sore as your lips were pressed to his cock once more.

He has your hair wrapped around both hands pressing you against his pelvis, his cock so deep down your throat you couldn’t breathe. Your palms pushed at muscles thighs and then he pulled out a few inches to give you time for gasp before jerking your head back and forth in whiplash motions.

No concern for what he was doing to you and letting you know you had no control in this situation.

Your mascara burned uour eyes as tears flowed down your face, panic setting in as you sobbed being face fucked. Feeling your gag reflex get tested as you suddenly thought about how you were going to puke all over yourself.

Shame and fear at the idea feeling your stomach as panicked, trying to wrap your lips around his cock tighter to have him cum before that happened; you knew if you threw up there would be hell to pay.

His cock slammed down you’d throat, once more blocking any breathe and you could feel his cum sliding down your throat in warm shots as you tried to swallow him down, knowing better than to waste anything he was giving you.

When he was satisfied he threw you back, you landed with a thud on the carpet, eyes downcast as you watched his bare feet walk away from you. He was leaving you there as he got a towel from the bathroom, coming back to throw it on top of you like a blanket.

“Clean yourself up, it’s Stevens' turn next with you and they all get mad if they think I was too rough with you.” The way your hair ached and you were a mess of your own tears, drool and mascara it was obvious Izzy was too rough with you.

He was lighting a cigarette, climbing into bed and picking up the phone. Probably going to call his girl back home, you thought bitterly as you wiped away the wet black streaks around your eyes.

At least with popcorn he was always gentle with you, kinder and exactly what you needed after the guitarist.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with your lips open you watched the way Steven was jerking his cock at you. He loved just having you sit naked and praising you while he stroked his cock. Nine out of ten times he’d cum on your face, moaning about how good it looked.

It was his kink and it gave you a few minutes of rest to try and recover from the way Izzy had just abused your mouth. Your hair still ached and Steven had commented on if you had been crying; your eyes were red and the handprint on your cheek was pretty good evidence of who you had been with.

“So pretty, Y/N. You’re an Angel. Look at me with those pretty eyes. So gorgeous…can you, un fuck, open your mouth and stick out that pretty pink tongue?” You did as he asked, hearing him groan again.

The way his cum felt sticky on your face, dripping in rivers of him over cheeks and down into your mouth as you licked your lips for show and watched him blush, almost embarrassed that he had done that to you.

He has a towel prepared already and offered you a drink of room temperature bud which you accept to get the poison taste of men out of your mouth.

Three left and you still hadn’t been fucked tonight. All three usually let you sleep in their bed, loving to be last because they could use you all night.

“Axl is next but you can stay here a few minutes if-“ you were already at the door, the silky blue robe the only thing you wore as you knocked on the singer's hotel door.

The singer could be in a very good mood and treat you very well or he could be in a bad mood where he still treated you pretty well but he might want to do something that was different.

He always made sure you came though. And not little feelings in your tummy but sheet soaking orgasms where he’d hold you as you cried after.

“Hey.” He pushed open the door and let you in. A little thrown off by his whatever sort of attitude but moving to where the bed was but Axl was itching his head, looking uncomfortable. “We can’t.” He made a motion between the two of you.

“Oh…why?” He scratched his arms and you suddenly felt very unattractive and not that sexy.

You were being denied by the person who had claimed you as the band groupie two years ago. The person who always made sure you went on tour and who’d go to the movies with you on mornings off. Did this mean this was all over for you?

“I met someone and it just seems like I’d be…I can’t.” He didn’t want to make you feel bad by letting you know you were the other woman in a few of the other relationships. He was setting boundaries and you respected that but you weren’t going to stay around and be made to feel bad about it.

Without a word you left the room, not bothering to ask who was next. A part of you was broken and sad thinking about Axl not wanting you and you realized that part of you liked him and sought validation from him when he was with you.

Slash and duff were coming up the hallway And you froze seeing them both there.

“Axl doesn’t want to do this anymore.” They looked at each other and back at you unsure of what to say and wondering why you looked ready to cry.

“Well, that just means more for us.” You smirked at Slash’s words and he looked at Duff. “You want to share Y/N? I think our little cumslut needs extra love.”

You were on your back on one of their beds, the robe in a pile of blue silk on the floor. Slash was between you legs, his tongue licking and sucking the folds of your pussy.

He never really went down on you but out of all of them he was the most enthusiastic when he did. He’d lick and suck at you, finger fucking you as he talked against your pussy about how good you tasted, the vibrations of his words pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you.

Duff’s cock on your hand as you slid up and down his shaft, jerking him off as you rode Slash’s face. Another orgasm rippling through you as you squeezed your thighs against his head.

“Are you feeling better now, Y/N? What else can we do for you?” Slash asked, placing wet kisses along your thighs.

“I want you both.” They smirked and duff pulled away from you, sitting on the bed. Slash was helping you move over to sit on him, holding your hands as you started writing the bassists cock.

A soft smack against your ass as you bounced up and down, pussy dripping down his shaft and balls, loving how he bucked up to meet you with his thrusts.

Slash was in front of you, cock hard as he watched; Stroking himself until he was ready to slide inside of you to have you filled with both of them.

He bent down, keeping you steady as you felt the burn of the stretch, Duff kissing along you neck as he peered over your shoulder to see you get overfilled and overworked.

“I can’t.” You met Slash’s eyes as the head of his cock pushed inside of you as your mouth fell open and a whimper escaped.

“You can and you will.” Your lip caught between your lip and you felt them pushing you around until he slid all the way inside of you.

Your head was on his shoulder as you felt them both working you. Using you. Reminding you that you were still property do the band.

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appetite4savage · 1 year

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Walking Tall (slash)

Request: Slash has a tall girlfriend who is insecure about her height. @xximaginesqrcodexx

Y/N’s POV

I have always been significantly taller than my peers due to my long legs.

Slash is only two inches taller than me, so I always tower over him whenever I’m wearing heels.

Along with people telling me I should play basketball or model, there’s people that make fun of me for this. It’s something I can’t control. It’s not like I can shrink myself down or make him taller.

It’s never bothered him than I’m taller than him in heels. He’s never made me feel less than because of it.

Tonight we have a red carpet event to go to, and I dread it because it means I have to wear heels.

I sigh as I walk up the stairs and into the bedroom after coming back from finding a dress to wear.

When I enter the room, Slash is sitting on the edge of our bed with a box in his hand. It’s a shoebox with a white bow tied around it.

“What’s this?” I smile, sitting next to him. He grins, sliding the box towards me.

“Open it.”

I open the box to find a beautiful pair of heels inside. They’re at least 4 inches tall, much taller than I would normally wear given my height. I frown without even realizing it.

“You don’t seem thrilled.” He looks at me with a raised eyebrow. “Do you not like them?”

“I love them.” I put my hand over his and peck him on the lips gently. “I just would look ridiculous in them. I’d be way taller than you.”

He looks at me with a smile. “You know that has never bothered me.

“It bothers me. And the tabloids, apparently.” I look down at the beautiful pair of shoes in my lap.

“I think you’d look beautiful in them. Don’t listen to what they say. They’re just trying to get a rise out of you.” His thumb rubs against my arms as he speaks, the most caring look in his eyes.

“I don’t know…”

“Tell you what. Why don’t you wear them, and if you feel uncomfortable just take them off and put on a backup pair. How about that?” He brushes my hair out of my eyes.

“I guess I can try. Thank you.” Our noses brush together briefly before our lips connect again.

“See, I told you. You’re the most beautiful girl here.” He whispers in my ear as we walk down the red carpet. I blush as his guitar-worn hands grip mine tightly.

We reach the press asking everyone questions. A female reporter stops and looks at me, looking down to my shoes. Oh no. My anxiety rises and I feel my hands trembling.

“I love your shoes! They look great on you.” She says. I sigh out of relief.

“Oh, thank you.” I smile at her and we continue on.

Slash looks at me with a told-you-so smile and winks.

I can always count on him to pull me out of my own head.

#guns n' roses #guns n roses fan fiction #slash #GNR #appetite4savage writes #slash x reader #slash fan fiction

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duffslut · 2 years

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First time here?

Modern Axl Rose x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 741

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

You were outside the bar, you had barely arrived but the alcohol was already messing with your mind, your friend had disappeared with the excuse of buying cigarettes, and that left you alone in the middle of the mess of people in the street.

Across the street, a man was watching you, your vision was too blurry to see his face, but he was wearing tight pants and cowboy boots.

You took the last sip of your glass of vodka and then leaned against the wall of the bar, mentally cursing your friend for leaving you alone and digging through your bag for a lost cigarette.

- First time here?

You lifted your eyes to find the man across the street now in front of you, you fixed your hair, then bit your lip hard, he was too old for you, but your drunk brain didn't seem to give a damn about it. You breathed a sigh of relief when you found a cigarette in your bag, you put it in your mouth, but only then realized you hadn't brought a lighter.

The man, now that you looked at him more closely, had red hair almost blond, and wore sunglasses even though it was nighttime. You allowed him to light your cigarette, and he did.

- Yeah, first time. - you said, staring at his body without the slightest restraint.

- Me too. - he said, his voice was extravagantly thick, and that excited you.

You were feeling dizzy, as if that man who had suddenly arrived had disconcerted you.

- I have a nice motorcycle. - The old man said. - What about a ride?

You tried to contain yourself, but something didn't allow you to refuse the offer, and when you found yourself, you were already on his motorcycle, with a pink helmet and your arms holding tight on his abdomen. The man checked you out before he accelerated, and the wind made your hair fly.

Surprisingly, the walk did you good, and when you were a few meters away from some deserted beach, you started to recognize that man from somewhere, something about him held your attention, as if you had seen him before, as if he was someone... special.

- Feeling good? - He asked, gently taking the helmet off your head.

You nodded, straightening your skirt and holding his hand as you two walked along the sand, his fingers had various rings, from skulls to cross shapes. Something about him leading you into the darkness of an empty beach was certainly unusual, but you just felt that anything this man asked you would be willing to do, you always had a thing for rockstars dudes anyway.

- Great. - he said, and then sat down on the sand, not bothering to get his jeans dirty. - You can sit here.

The man patted his hands on his lap, indicating that you could sit on him, you convinced yourself that it would be okay, but as soon as you sat down, the lust that ran through your blood spoke louder, and you kissed him, your nails ran hastily down his arms, where there were some colorful tattoos that you hadn't noticed until that moment.

He was hard, you could feel it, his mouth was kissing yours so hard you could feel his erection growing as your tongues battled for dominance.

You tossed your hair aside so he could kiss your neck, and as his warm tongue touched your skin, your hands unzipped his pants and lowered them down.

You were already moaning as soon as your hand touched his dick through his white underwear, it was big and thick and you could feel his balls full of his semen, ready to breed you.

- Axl... - you blurted out, moaning his name.

Suddenly you understood all the urgency you felt to be with him, you were too drunk to recognize Axl in the same bar as you!

- Yes babe, call my name. - He said, and then you started riding him, not bothering to throw your panties anywhere in the darkness of the beach, all you wanted was that old man's cock inside you.

You put your hands on his shoulders while he left kisses all over your body, you felt his cock sink deep and slowly inside you as you went up and down, moaning and whimpering his name.

- Axl... you feel so good. - you came for the first time with his cock inside you, but Axl was still far from finished.

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ascendthisday · 11 months

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That Time

Pairing: Duff McKagan/Steven Adler

Word Count: 4,600~

Info: No Smut, Fluff, Happy Ending, Boys In Love, Drug Use, Overdosing, Songfic, Teeth, Smoking, Blood, Nosebleed, Kissing, Almost death

Summary: “Duff! Look at this!” Steven squealed, his blond mop of hair shaking with his exaggerated nodding as he pointed at the pavement with excitement. He had run a few yards ahead of the other man, so Duff had to jog to catch up with him. Duff’s obnoxiously loud chained belt jingled against his leather pants every thickly soled step he made. “Huh,” He hummed as he stared down at the concrete, touching hips with the drummer, “that’s weird.”

Authors Note: been a busy busy bee lately, sorry for not posting! getting back into the general glide of things though, so expect more in the next few weeks!! this is old, but good nonetheless

Hey, remember that time when I found a human tooth

Down on Delancey?

“Duff! Look at this!” Steven squealed, his blond mop of hair shaking with his exaggerated nodding as he pointed at the pavement with excitement. He had run a few yards ahead of the other man, so Duff had to jog to catch up with him. Duff’s obnoxiously loud chained belt jingled against his leather pants every thickly soled step he made. “Huh,” He hummed as he stared down at the concrete, touching hips with the drummer, “that’s weird.” On the ground sat two yellowed human teeth. They were wedged in the crack between the sidewalk's concrete panels, surrounded by weeds and grass that had managed to shimmy their way into the crevice. It was almost as if they had been pulled directly from the root with their long prong-esque legs still attached. Steven folded himself in half, his leather jacket sliding up his shoulders and his wild mess of hair curtaining around his face, and swept the teeth into his hands.

“Ew, man! Gross!” Duff groaned as Steven tucked the teeth into the back pocket of his jeans. “Hey, you never know when you might need some teeth. Maybe they’ll be my good luck charm- or something like that.” He giggled as he stared at himself in the reflection of the bassist's sunglasses. “Maybe, or they’ll give you AIDs.” The taller man retorted. Steven frowned, pulling the usual grin he sported off of his mouth immediately. Duff knew how he felt about those jokes; his history, why would he say that? The tooth discussion didn’t linger on much longer, though. Instead, they walked back to their home, the ‘hell house’ in all of its glory, clouded by an awkward aura of- well- something indescribable.

Hey, remember that time when we decided to kiss anywhere except the mouth?

That aura tugged down on their shoulders until they wandered into Steven’s rather unclean bedroom. It wasn’t disgusting- more so an organized mess. Things were piled up in thick hills along the floor, but had you asked Steven to bring you even the tiniest pin, he could find it in seconds. He was just special in that way. “I’m sorry,” Duff mumbled as he wrapped himself around the smaller man. His warm body heat seeped through his own t-shirt and Steven's layers of leather and cotton. “‘s okay,” Steven murmured back as he took a handful of steps toward his mattress, twirled himself- and Duff around, and fell backward on top of the lanky man. “Oh!” Duff huffed as the wind was knocked out of him. He sputtered out stringy waves of blond and lightly shoved Steven off of him. The drummed grinned and rolled himself onto his side, propping his head up onto his hand.

“I’m bored. Let’s play a game!” Steven whined and playfully batted his eyelashes at the man. “Whaddya thinkin’ of?” The bassist responded as he pulled off his sunglasses and placed them atop his head. “Kiss me. Kiss me anywhere except my lips.” He grinned. Duff gave him a little smirk, pushed Steven over, threw his lanky legs over his waist, and began to assault him with kisses while straddling him. He kissed along his shoulders. Then, pulled up his shirt to pepper soft pecks against his fishnet-covered ribs. Next, his navel. As he slid lower and lower down the drummer's body, his kisses trailed onto his jeans and down his thighs. Floaty giggles echoed around the room as Steven relished the feeling of Duff’s chapped lips against his ankles. “Don’t- Don’t kiss my toes!” Steven yelped between flurried hiccups as Duff got closer and closer to the skin that was concealed in his dirty Converse.

Hey, remember that time when my favorite colors was pink and green?

Duff obeyed and kissed his way back up Steven's body, trailing directly on top of the previous kisses he had left just mere moments ago. Unlike his previous endeavors, Duff kissed past his shoulders and danced his way down his arms, one at a time. He placed sweet little pecks to the respective heart and drumstick on each shoulder when the time came. Steven let out soft little puffs of air as his heart dramatically thumped against his ribcage. Sure, they were intimate in a lot of ways, but something about this was different. It was almost romantic. Duff trailed through his downy arm hair and to his thickly decorated wrists. “Pink,” Duff whispered, holding one of his thin wrists in his palm, “and green.” He pulled both wrists together and held the colors side by side. “Our favorite!” Steven cheekily smiled at the bassist.

Duff blushed, remembering that the thin twine bracelets had originally been a matching set shared between the two of them, but the thread was too itchy for Duff, so Steven settled on wearing both of them. The jewelry was originally bought by Slash, a gift that he had justified with a snarky remark along the lines of 'If you guys wanna act like a couple so much, you should go ahead and be part of a pair,’ which was backhanded yet sweet. A lot of things Slash said were like that, twisted in some way or another. Duff didn’t even really like green that much, but he knew Steven loved pink, so he compromised. Since then, Steven had been convinced that green was his favorite color ever. He never complained. The bassist grinned back at him as he placed a final kiss on Steven's fingertip. Then, he pulled away and sat upright, just for a moment. As soon as he was fully up, he was back down with his lips centimeters away from Stevens. The drummer squeaked and blinked his eyes. Hard.

Hey, remember that month when I only ate boxes of tangerines?

So cheap and juicy!

Tangerines.

“Do you think I’ve earned a kiss on the mouth yet?” Duff hummed as his breath ghosted against Steven's lips. “Your breath tastes like oranges- no, tangerines! Are you doing that thing where that's all you eat again?” Steven let out a nervous chortle as he jokingly licked at the air. Duff dramatically threw his head back and groaned. “That was one time, man!” He hissed as his sunglasses slid off of his head. “Damn it.” The older man groaned and awkwardly grasped around the area behind him. Unfortunately for both of them, the area behind Duff happened to be Steven's waistband. “My dick!” he yelped, shooting forward at the sudden pain that raced through his torso. Duff didn’t have time to react to his sudden screech Steven lurched forward and smacked his head straight into his nose.

“Fuck!” Duff exclaimed and slid back while desperately holding his nose. Big tears bubbled over his waterline immediately. “Oh- baby, shit. I'm sorry. Let me see.” Steven rambled as he sat up and pulled away his worn hands. Duff nervously combed his fingers through his blond hair, smearing red through his gold and black mane. “Is it bad?” He whimpered. “No, it’s um, it’s fine. You’ll probably just have a little bump or something.” Steven desperately stumbled over his words. He knew Duff’s nose would most definitely leave with more than ‘just a little bump,’ but that wouldn’t make anything better. His hands shakily wiped away the blood from his upper lip. “It’s fine,” Steven reassured him and wiped a little bit of crimson away and onto Duff’s shirt. His tears puddled into dark spots on his already black shirt. It didn’t even hurt that bad! He wasn’t sure why he was crying. The bassist nervously wiped his clammy hands onto his leather slacks, leaving a trail of wet condensation on his thighs.

Hey, remember that time when I would only read Shakespeare?

“It’s not bad, I swear. It’s kind of silly!” He awkwardly chuckled and held Duff’s head in his palms. “Silly? Kind of like your Shakespearean phase?” Duff grinned through his soft tears and bloody nose, a little bit of both haphazardly dripping into his open-mouthed grin. Steven nodded and pressed their lips together. His calloused fingers swept away his blubbery tears before loosely intertangling his fingers to the roots of his black-streaked blond hair. Duff let out little puffy moans into his mouth, occasionally shaking the both of them with little hiccuped sobs. Copper, iron, and whatever other metallic tastiest were out there flooded Steven's mouth. It was gross, but so were they! Their tongues lightly teased against either one, not fighting for dominance but simply prodding against each other. Steven pulled away with a sweet slightly rust-colored smile.

“Exactly. Just like when I would only read Shakespeare.” Duff smiled back and let out a shaky sigh. The bassists’ palms found themself lightly rested upon his chest, running through his coarse chest hair through his fishnet top. The drummer chuckled at the contact, shivering at his warm hands against his cold skin. His slightly dirty fingernails drew deep swirls along his skin. Steven sighed and pulled off his leather jacket, throwing it off into the mess that was his room. It smacked against the carpet with a thick thump. They sat there, staring into each other's eyes. “I think all the blood loss is making me stupid,” Duff murmured, “stupider.” He pushed his head into the crook of Steven's neck. “Hey! If anyone here is the stupid one, it’s me!” Steven chuckled and placed a kiss on the side of Duff’s mouth, lightly pulling his head away from his neck with a fistful of hair. The crusted blood on his upper lip awkwardly began to dry and crack as Duff became more talkative, but he still looked gorgeous. He never looked bad, not to Steven at least.

Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Parliaments?

“I need a smoke.” Duff sighed. “Oh! Oh- I’ve got you, man.” The drummer grinned, shoving the lanky man off of him. He scrambled toward the headboard of his bed- or where it would be, had he had one. Steven shuffled through the gunk shoved between the wall and his mattress before triumphantly pulling out three different cigarette boxes and a baggie. “Take your pick.” Steven placed his assorted white boxes- and bag into Duff’s lap. He hummed back and stared at the random smokes. “How did you end up with such a variety?” He snorted, picking up the Parliament lights first. The light blue stared back at him as he knocked back the top of the box. “Oh- every time I hook up with a chick at her place when she goes to piss, I hunt for cigarettes and whatever else I can find. Normally, they don’t say nothing!” Duff fished his lighter out of the pocket of his slacks and plucked out one of the white tubes. Tucking it safely between his teeth, Duff flicked his lighter one, twice and successfully inhaled a lungful of smoke.

Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Marlboros?

Sour grey fled from Duff’s lips as he exhaled. Steven leaned over and pulled out the red-dipped Marlboro box. “Lemme see your light.” He grunted, putting out a flat palm toward Duff and grabbing at the air. Duff chuckled and dropped the piece of purple translucent plastic into his hand, exhaling little puffs of smoke. “So, what's in the bag?” Duff questioned, holding the opaque plastic up and giving it a little shake. “Huh. I dunno!” Steven shrugged and lit the cigarette held haphazardly between his lips. The orangeish filter peeked out from his mouth. “How the hell do you not know? Can I look?” The older man spewed questions at him, already tugging off the rubber band that kept the baggie closed.

His sudden wonder at the drummer's baggie of secrets made him want to get up and bombard the bassist with every ounce of love he had, but for some reason, he wanted to come off as cool. He didn’t know why. Duff had seen him at his absolutely dorkiest moments. Steven just nodded, pulling the cigarette from his lips to puff smoke at Duff. “C’mon, it’s a surprise! Don’t play bored, you wanna know what's in it just as bad as I do.” He giggled and waved the accumulating cloud of smoke away from his face. Stevens' cooled facade broke at the bassist's ever-so-sweet chuckle, making him also burst into ever-so-familiar giggles.

Hey, remember that time when I was broke?

I didn't care; I just bummed from my friends

Bum bum bum bum bum

Duff finally got the stubborn baggie open and was instantly excited by what he saw. A loose mixture of random cigarettes and joints freely blended among each other. “Oh! You know what, that’s where I put all of my random shit. Most of it is like- hand rolled and homegrown and all of that organic shit.” Steven explained as he snatched the bag from his hands and pulled out a rather pathetic looking joint. “Some of our peers cannot roll for shit! Not saying who but his name may or may not rhyme with uh- Paxil Hose.” The drummer giggled and placed one of the tan, thinly rolled joints in Duff’s palm. “Oh, damn. That is plain sad, man.” He mumbled as he examined it between two fingers. Haphazardly, he ashed his cigarette on Steven's mattress, to which he groaned but remained wordless, and placed the joint between his now empty lips. The paper was ever so slightly unraveling on the side, so Duff licked out a small line against the rolling paper. Steven grinned at the thin smell of weed that hazed around the room as Duff brought his lighter to the twisted tip of the joint.

Duff inhaled a thick gasp of smoke and held it in. One, two, three. Then, he exhaled a small handful of coughs. “Shit. This shit is… Jesus! Nasty.” He sputtered and placed the blunt between Steven's v-shaped fingers. The drummer pulled the cigarette from between his lips and carefully slotted it between Duff’s lips. He gently and carefully enclosed them around it. The familiar, safe tobacco clouded his mouth as he inhaled. Steven took a thick mouthful of smoke from the joint. Duff was right, it was like- putrid. God, what the hell kind of dank did Axl have in his possession? “Fuck! Ew.” He coughed and groaned while ruffling his hands through his wiry mane. The slowly burning joint inches just a centimeter too close to his hair and burnt away a few hairs before Duff noticed. “Steven- Steven!” Duff yelped, swatting at his hair. “You’re gonna fuckin’ catch yourself on fire, man.” He chuckled, wiping away at the singed hair near his temple.

Hey, remember that time when you OD'ed?

“Fuck. Is it cold in here, or is that just me? It’s like- I dunno- I can’t breathe. Somethin’ on my chest.” Duff slurred, flexing his quickly numbing fingers. “You okay?” Steven questioned, spitting it out. A thin sheen of sweat licked across Duff’s clammy skin. He felt as if his brain was leaking from his ears. “Duff?” Steven questioned and grabbed his face with one hand. “Dude- speak to me here. You’re freaking me out.” A big nervous smile crept up upon his lips as he gripped Duff’s shoulder. Duff didn’t respond. Instead, his head just lolled off to the side. When the fuck had he passed out? “Duff!” He hissed. “Duff, get up. This isn’t fucking funny.” He smacked the side of his feverish cheek, desperately waiting for his eyes to flutter open. But, they didn’t. He was still breathing small shallow breaths. His heart was still thumping under Steven’s palm, which had snaked down to his left breast to feel his heartbeat because, well, Steven didn’t know where the hell a pulse point was!

“Axl! Slash! One of you get the fuck in here! Get the damn phone!” Steven screeched, his brain finally catching up on the fact that Duff had overdosed. It was weird because Steven wasn’t overdosing. Had he not taken the exact same shit? He felt fine, barely even high. So what the hell had happened? He truly didn’t know. Finally, Axl skittered down the hallway, dressed only in a big graphic shirt, his red boxers, and tube socks with their shared janky Motorola DynaTAC in hand. “What? What? The hell is happening?” He groaned, sleep-laced voice croaking mid-sentence. His fists rubbed at his eyes for a moment. “Oh. Shit.” He cursed, taking in Duff’s slightly blue drool-coated lips. It’s almost as if he was snapped away. Axl feverishly punched in ‘9-1-1’ into the phone as he muttered under his breath.

This freaked Steven the fuck out, more so than he already was. Big fat tears rolled down his rosy cheeks as he held the bassist to his chest. “If you die, I’ll kill myself just to kill you again.” He hiccuped into his blond hair while Axl grumbled out their address to the operator on the other end of the phone. “Hey, Stevie, roll him on his side, will ya? Thanks.” Axl barked as he shoved himself into a pair of jeans, the phone still propped up to his ear with his shoulder. “No- no not you, my roommate. Why would I tell you that?” He groaned at the phone, his voice becoming quieter and quieter as he receded into the other end of the house in search of his sneakers. Steven sat there, silent. Simply waiting. Luckily for him and Duff, when the men plucked out their home from the many selections they were given they chose the one closest to the local emergency room. It doesn’t hurt to be prepared sometimes.

Hey, remember that other time when you OD'ed for the second time?

The door was opened and Duff was gone before Steven could think about it too much. He saw the paramedics. He knows they flashed a light in his eyes and murmured something about ‘fentanyl' while ushering him onto a stretcher. He knows that he told them too much about Duff- like that he had seven siblings and that his favorite color was green while frantically showing these strangers his bracelets. Axl had come mid-rant and told Steven to go put on his shoes- despite him already having them on so that he could actually give them Duff’s information. During this, Steven ran circles around the house, desperately looking for something- anything to do. Then, it clicked. Paper. He licked the paper. Steven wasn’t sure he had ever run so fast. “Axl- he- the paper! Duff licked it.” He blubbered, grabbing the ginger man by the shoulders. Axl grunted and placed his hands on Steven’s shoulders, mimicking his pose. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Slow down, calm yourself and tell me in the car.” The vocalist spoke, rubbing Steven's shoulders. This was probably the nicest he had ever been to Steven.

The drummer scrambled to get in Axl’s janky Chevrolet Cavalier. The two of them rushed to the car. Though Steven was quicker in his movements, Axl moved with just as much urgency. Axl didn’t bother to get buckled. It was a short ride and hell, they were already going to the hospital anyways! With the speed he rushed to get buckled, Stevens' fishnet shirt got buckled in with him, the belt interlacing between the wide diamonds of thread. He ripped the shirt out of it, leaving a wide hole next to his ribs. The car was technically new, yes, but the thing was a fourth of the original price because half of the parts had already been stripped for cash. So, it barely sputtered to life. They weren’t quite sure how it was still running. Axl drummed his palms against the wheel as he backed out of their driveway.

“Okay. Spill.” He sighed out, pushing softly on the gas. The car couldn’t go a mile over 30, or it’d die on them. “So- um, y’know that one joint you gave me a few weeks ago?” Steven nervously wrung his hands. “Excuse me? The one that went fucking missing? You asshole! You told me you didn’t touch that shit when it went missing!” Axl screeched. “Okay failure on my behalf to mention that. Oops. Anyways- um do you know where the weed- or the paper came from?” He sheepishly continued, staring at Axl’s clenched jaw. “I dunno- some chick. Sophia or something.” He groaned, sensing that he knew exactly where this was going. “Okay well, Sophia was out to get you or something because it was starting to unravel in his hand n’ then he licked it and- I think he felt fine when he took a hit, and then he was all hauled ass up!” Steven rambled as the car screeched to a halt. The parking job was shit, neither of them had even really realized they had gotten to the hospital yet. “Shit. Shit. Okay- fuck! We’re here.” Axl hissed as he backed out of the car, Steven shortly following suit.

Well, in the waiting room while waiting for news of you

I hallucinated I could read your mind

They didn’t talk during the walk inside, nor did they talk while Axl explained their situation to the sweet old receptionist. Thick honey-like tension dripped from both of them. Not only was Duff quite literally in the hospital, but Steven also had sticky fingers! In his defense, he didn’t mean to steal it. Sometimes, you’re just a little absent-minded. It happens to like- everyone. No Biggie. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Axl finally spoke with a heavy sigh. “I dunno,” Steven replied as he picked through the handful of magazines on a side table. Truth be told, he could care less about whatever celebrity drama was happening right now, but what else could he do? They were quite literally sitting ducks. The receptionist had told Axl that she’d call out his name as soon as she knew Duff was conscious and visitable, but for now, they should just wait. For a while, sitting down was fine.

Then, this dull poking sensation in Steven's buttocks got unbearable, so he stood up and fished whatever it was out of his back pocket. “My teeth!” He grinned, holding the yellow enamel in his palm. “What the fuck!” Axl yelped as he stared down at the two teeth that sat in Steven’s palm. “Me n’ Duff found ‘em earlier. I think they’re lucky.” He smiled, giving them a small shake. In reality, if they were anything, they’d be unlucky. How else could he explain that his best friend overdosed mere hours after they discovered them? It’s fine. Axl didn’t need to know that! “You’re fucking gross.” He grumbled, throwing himself down onto one of the hard plastic waiting room chairs. It was Steven’s turn to get up and pace back and forth. He rubbed the teeth around in his palm as he burned a hole in the tiles. Occasionally, his converse would let out a grotesque squeak which was followed by a large grey scuff across the floor and he’d mutter out a sheepish apology. His feet never stopped moving. With his teeth in hand, Steven prayed for the first time in years. Unfortunately, his mind wandered too often to have a focused prayer session.

‘God if you hear this, can you get Duff out of this god-awful place already? It smells so fake- sterilized? Is that a word? Thanks. Could you imagine if I could read Duff's mind? That’s crazy. I bet he’s dreaming about screwing some broad or something. I wish I had arm candy as often as he did. I want candy. God- please grant me the wish to have even just a dollar in my wallet. I want a Snickers bar, dude! I’m tired. Anyways- back to Duff. When he gets out of here, you should give us some cash to go to Burger King or something. Hide it under the couch, if you’re even listening. Thanks, God.’

That was Stevens' exact thought process. Thank God for simple-minded men, such as Steven Adler.

And I was on a lot of shit too, but what I saw, man, I tell you it was freaky

“Michael Andrew McKagan? Is there someone here for a- uh, Michael Andrew McKagan?” A nurse in polka-dotted scrubs questioned. Axl raised his hand, got out of his seat, grabbed Steven by the wrist, and led him through the white hospital hallway. “Doctors, man. They make me so nervous.” Steven hissed, using his free hand to wipe his hair out of his face. “Oh, I can tell. You’re soaked in sweat.” Axl grinned back, just as sardonic as ever. He sputtered. Steven wasn’t actually sure how Axl knew where to go. Either Axl could actually read people's minds, or Steven had just zoned out on the part where the nurse told them where to go. It’s probably the latter. That vague, sad crying noise that every hospital seemed to have echoed around the stark halls as they reached the door. The drummer felt nauseous but, hey, someone else in the facility probably felt worse! So, he didn’t feel as if his situation was all that bad after all. I mean, unless you count almost killing your best friend as bad, Then it was horrible.

“I’ll let you have your little sappy moment, try to make it quick, though. On the way home, we can grab fast food or something.” Axl coughed, standing outside the door like a guard dog. Maybe God had listened, after all. Steven stood still for a moment as he grasped the cool metal doorknob, just gazing at himself in the reflection. He looked like a mess, at least he did from the awkward angle that the silver knob was at. The slightly burnt spot in his hair looked more obnoxiously obvious. He shoved the teeth back into his pocket. Finally, he pushed the door open. Duff looked- well, better than expected, but still rough. “Steven!” He croaked from his spot in the bed, raising his IV’ed arms at him. The idea of a hug from the bassist was ever so beckoning, but terrifying at the same time. “I’m not gonna break, probably, c’mon man!” He grinned. Steven mimicked his beam and rushed at the man. A blur of blond hair, denim, and fishnet stormed across the floor impossibly fast. The two of them giggled as they became entangled with each other. “Are you crying?” Duff mumbled into his wild hair.

“Man, shut up, Michael.”

“Don’t call me that! Asshat.” Duff teased. Steven didn’t even know his name was ever anything other than Duff, he didn't look like a ‘Michael’. “You look like shit, sorry about y’know,” Steven paused as he stared up at him, “everything.” Duff just smiled down at him and reassuringly rubbed his back. Whoever had cleaned him up had wiped away the crusted blood on his upper lip. His lips were more red; properly colored. He looked alive, once more. “It’s whatever. I was already a little wasted when we left the house, anyways. Whatever the hell was in that joint did not mix well with the shit I had already taken.” He giggled, resting his chin on top of Steven’s head.

“Axl’s here, y’know? He cried a little bit, I think.”

“Oh, like this is the first overdose he’s witnessed in this band!”

Freaky.

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megadethz · 2 years

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Hello! I’m cloudy, I like writing either smut or fluffy. I only take requests for bands such as Megadeth, Metallica, Motley Crue, Or Guns and Roses. I will usually post head-cannons mixed with some fan fics! So you can request anything you want wether it’s a specific kink you have or just anything. If you request a story then make sure you give a summary for it and the person you want me to make it based off, also tell me if you want your name in it or if you want it to be reader based! - Cloudy.

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meikadonnelly · 8 months

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{introduction}

hi, i'm mimi, i'm 16, from australia and i write fan-fiction one shots, head cannons and multi part stories. my favourite bands are motley crue and guns n roses. my favourite members are nikki sixx and izzy stradlin if you couldn't already tell.

{who i write for}

motley crue

^nikki sixx * ^tommy lee * ^mick mars * ^vince neil

guns n roses

^izzy stradlin * ^duff mckagen ^slash

metallica

^james hetfield ^kirk hammett

queen

^freddie mercury * ^brian may ^john deacon ^roger taylor

{notes}

+if a story has any mature themes, they will be named with a trigger warning for reader safety.

+i know much more about certain people which means their chapters will most likely be more detailed, and this is why for some bands, i do not write for all members. this doesn't mean they won't be included in other member's chapters. (people who i believe i will be better at writing for will have a star next to their name)

+as said before^, certain people will have a stronger storyline to others, however, this doesn't mean that I will only put effort into some and not others.

+the more detail in the requests, the better, as i want to create a clear and accurate piece.

+i write all types of fan-fiction, whether it is angst, fluff etc. keep in mind that i may turn some requests down if i am not comfortable writing it for you.

#mick mars #nikki sixx #motley crue #tommy lee #vince neil #guns n roses #izzy stradlin #duff mckagan #slash gnr #metallica #james hetfield #kirk hammett #queen #freddie mercury #john deacon #roger taylor #brian may #fan fiction

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flkmoresluvr · 10 months

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Writing my Axl Rose story, i’ve got the first two chapters written I shall upload it whenever I get my invitation on A03 so I can upload it on there and also wattpad!

It’s a basic ass enemies to lovers story set within high school but I think some will enjoy it. (My friend at least, haha.)

#axlrose #guns roses #gnr #fan fiction #writing #axl rose #finally writing #why is it so easy writing fanfic than actual stories???#i’m nervous #but also excited #i love guns n’ roses

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thedeviousdevilxx · 2 years

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"They were all messed up, but Axl was a whole other level of messed up."

Oh i wish certain Axl fanboys would admitt that too. I used to be in the big GNR forum, but you are not allowed to say anything bad about Axl even if it's the truth. Grown ass men bullying everyone that don't agree that Axl is the Band, Axl is the best, Axl was never at fault, Axl was just a victim, Slash is the devil, etc ...

Kinda Funny if it wasn't so sad ...

Ugh, see I'd consider folk like that as ~stans~, fans who are unable to be critical of their idols, who basically worship them in some shape or form and it can lead to harassment or as you say bullying for daring to take on a more critical nuance view on a celebrity or musician.

I think this happens because folk often wrap their identity with what they enjoy media wise, or the media they consume. So an attack on that celeb or piece of media feels personal when it isn't. However, it sadly can be, because you can get some immature twats finding out you like this ~problematic~ show or whatever and try to judge your morals and ethics based on the fiction or music you consume and that is equally as absurd. You see this with chronically online folk

Best thing to do is set boundaries for oneself within fandom, otherwise it can be a fucking nightmare !

But yeah anyways if someone comes away from reading everything there is on GnR and think Axl never did anything wrong, I'd just block them because you cannot engage with delusional folk. I also think writing off Axl as a irredeemable monster is also ridiculous. People DO change and obviously Slash, Duff, and Axl were able to work out some arrangement that worked for all parties to reunite in 2016 and it seems to be working for them. I doubt they're all besties now though.

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liminal-suburbia · 4 years

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**CUSTOM GN’R Fan Fics

Want a personalized imagine/fan fiction just for you?

Hey, everybody ~ I know it’s been a while since I was super active on Tumblr, much less in the GN’R fandom, but I am back!

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Have you ever wanted to read a piece and think to yourself, ‘wow, this is exactly like me’?

Well, I’ve got you ~ I am a 3rd-year creative writing student at university. I’ve been in the GN’R fanbase for about six and a half years, and I’ve been writing imagines on and off for about five of those years. And for starting price of only $10 CAD, I am offering to write YOU a short GNR fic/imagine that is hyper personalized to you.

Keep in mind that these aren’t going to be one-paragraph imagines. I’d say, about 750 words MINIMUM, which is about a page of 12 pt. font, single-spaced in Word.

It’ll work like this:

You’ll send me a DM.

I’ll send you a detailed questionnaire to fill out, plus my etransfer info.

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…and within 1-2 weeks, I will send you a piece personalized just for you!

NOTE: I am only doing this for the GN’R fandom. It’s the one fandom I’ve invested a lot of time in, so therefore, I’ll be able to write each band member and scenario from a realistic standpoint. I may open this up to other fanbases if I think I can do it, but for now, we’re just starting with GN’R.

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thesmokingguns · 2 years

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Carving Pumpkins (Halloween 2021 repost)

“This one!” you bent down trying to pick up the pumpkin, that seemed to weigh 100 pounds. Your t-shirt rode up to show off the skin on your hip as you stood back up looking at your boyfriend who was holding a much smaller pumpkin under his arm.

It was your first Halloween together and Slash was doing everything that he had made fun of other couples in the past for doing. All that cute shit like going apple picking together and picking out matching Halloween costumes. He had spent the last night staying up with you as you made goodie bags for the kids in your Kindergarten class and woke up this morning to surprise you with breakfast in bed, just some toast with jam and a cup of piping hot coffee because he couldn’t cook. He told you to get dressed and then the pair of you were off.

His hand had been running up your thigh, squeezing you through the spandex leggings and running his fingers up and down your thigh. You were excited about the surprise he had for you; Slash always had the best surprises. Once he had asked you if you wanted to see the sunset and an hour later you had been in a helicopter flying over the city as the sky was painted in purples and blues as the sun vanished behind buildings. Or on your first Valentine’s Day you had only been dating for four months and he asked you to go away with him booking a Caribbean vacation where the two of you realized you were in love with each other.

He always had this hard exterior, like he was trying to be this badass rockstar but he gave you this softness in life. The way he loved you was different. He loved you with care, like he had done this before and knew it was easy to crack something. He was never afraid to tell you he loved you or show you. The guys all rolled their eyes when you were around because Slash changed. He took this breath and would move towards you to free himself in you.

“I’m going to carve the best spooky pumpkin face.” You teased him as he laid out newspaper on your kitchen table and you got markers, knives, all the tools that you’d need.

Slash turned to you, the pumpkins all set up on the table. His fingers slid over your hips down to cup your ass and pulled you close to him. His lips on your lips as he kissed you with the lazy passion of having all the time in the world. His hands slid back up and under your t-shirt on your lower back. You had to press against his chest, smiling as he kept leaning in to steal more kisses from you as you laughed against each others lips. So easy to love him.

“C’mon, lover. I want to carve pumpkins. You said it was going to be fun.” He sighed as you spoke but pulled out a chair to help you sit down.

Both of you trying to steal peeks at each other's creations, laughing as you got covered in guts. Slash swearing as he took off his shirt, tossing the stickiness of the pumpkin into a glass bowl. He was looking at you, the way you were holding the knife like you were going to stab someone.

“Be careful with that thing.” he warned, a cigarette hanging from his lip. You tried to do a cool knife swirl and he jumped forward before you sliced a finger off, arms around you as he repositioned your finger around the knife. “I like all these fingers right where they are.” he teased you.

Slash looked at your pumpkin, crooked smile and lopsided triangle eyes greeted him. Your knife work was spotty, that was for sure. But the way you beamed as you looked at the creation with pride had him smiling too. He loved seeing you care free and happy like this.

Your childhood had been rocky, to put it lightly. You didn't have these fond memories of your family or even a sense of what was normal for family to do. When you had started dating he had been thrown off my some of your habits: how you ate standing up in the kitchen facing the counters instead of a person, how you kept strange hours, the way you flinched at loud sounds, and how your eyes always darted around looking for whatever horrors were out there.

He had decided to give you memories that were soft. Things like apple picking and beach picnics. He had even taken you to a sunflower farm where you had kissed among the high stalks, yellow petals getting caught in his hair as he chased you between narrow walkways. His love language was gifting experiences because he was rewarded with the joy in your eyes.

“You got to peek at mine, let me see yours.” You reached across the table but he caught your wrist lighting in his fingers, shaking his head and wagging a finger at you.

“Mines a surprise. You be patient, little girl.” he teased as you gave him a halfhearted glare, returning to the mess you were currently making as you scooped more guts form the pumpkins

Ten minutes later he was handing you a candle to place inside your pumpkin and telling you to set yours down first on your front steps. He had a camera and a pumpkin in his hands. The Polaroid camera was ever present; Slash liked to take pictures of you. He liked to capture moments where you laughed and loved how you looked at the camera as if daring it to capture the joy you felt in the moment.

“Stand here.” You haven't even gotten to look at your pumpkin yet as he adjusted you to take a picture. Trotting down the few steps he turned, holding the camera up to his eyes and then sighing. “Can you light my pumpkin? The candle went out.”

You turned, bending down and seeing that the light was still glowing. But you also saw what was carved into the pumpkin: ‘Marry me?’. When you turned there he was, down on one knee with a box out holding a ring with a small diamond. The way your heart jumped to your throat and your hands shook had you sitting down hard on the top step, already weak from the rush of nerves that were suddenly jolting through you.

He loved you enough to want you forever.

“You’re supposed to stand so I can get through saying everything about how special you are to me and how I’ll love you forever-and-You’re crying!” he was reaching out as you sobbed, big hiccuping ugly sobs as he wrapped you in his arms letting you wail against his chest. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” He was rubbing your arms feeling the way you shook against him.

Overwhelmed and unsure, you chanced it by looking up at him. Eyes wet and sobs bumping and fighting their way up your throat, ready to pour out. He looked so scared for you.

“Do you...do you really want to be with me forever?” it came out weak but at this moment you were weak for the love you had for him. The kindness and softness that the man showed you. The way he made everyday feel like a good day. How on days that you’d cry he’d sit on the floor by the bed singing your favorite songs as he picked them out on an acoustic guitar. He had kissed every inch of your skin to make the pain go away.

He was the first person in your life that made you understand that love was a gift, a beautiful gift.

“No.” he responded, thumbs wiping away the wet paths from your eyes, “I don’t think forever is long enough. What’s beyond forever because that’s where I want to be with you. But only if you want.” he added, reminding you that you had a question to answer from him.

“Always. I’ll always be with you.” you replied watching the way his lips curled into a smile at this and how quickly he grabbed the ring, sliding it onto your finger and then kissing stone.

“Always.”

#Slash #Slash fanfic #Slash fan fic #Slash fan fiction #Slash fanfiction #Slash GNR #GNR fanfic #GNR fan fiction #guns n roses imagine #guns n roses fanfiction #Halloween fanfic #Slash headcanon #Saul Hudson fanfic

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ubernoxa · 4 years

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The Dare: A Guns an’ Roses Fanfic

Chapter 37: Great Party Mags

Pairing: Duff/OC

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

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The band playing sucked too,” Duff added.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah..” Mags mumbled.

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

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

Axl nodded his head, not truly believing her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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appetite4savage · 1 year

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Famous (Axl Rose)

Request from anon: modern Axl has a girlfriend that is also famous

Y/N’s POV

“You got nominated for singer/songwriter of the year.” My manager, Devan, says to me over the phone.

I took up a job songwriting for musicians in Nashville a couple years ago. I wrote some of the biggest pop and country hits on the radio.

“Wh- what?” I asked in shock, putting a hand over my mouth.

Axl is looking at me with a worried look from his seat at our kitchen island.

“Yep, the ceremony is in two weeks!”

“Wow, that’s great.” I see Axl sigh out of relief that something isn’t wrong. “Thank you for calling!”

With that, I hang up.

“Okay, never scare me like that again.” Axl laughs. “I thought someone died.”

“Watch how you talk to the singer/songwriter of the year nominee.” I say proudly.

His eyes widen, jumping out of his seat excitedly.

“That’s great, babe!” He pecks my lips quickly, engulfing me in a hug.

“The ceremony’s in two weeks.” I say against his chest. “I’m so nervous. What if I have to give a speech?”

“You’ll be fine. Just pretend it’s just me and you.” He laughs, pulling me away from his chest but keeping me close.

Later, at the awards ceremony

“The 2022 singer/songwriter of the year award goes to…. “Y/N!”

I feel like I’m frozen until Axl helps me up out of my seat.

“Congratulations, baby. Knock them dead.” He whispers.

I smile at him before I head up to the stage.

“Wow… I can’t believe this.” The crowd cheers. “Thank you so much. I want to give a special shout-out to my boyfriend, Axl Rose.” The crowd cheers louder and i glance at Axl, to which he gives me a smile and a wink. “He’s been my support system over the last few years. I wouldn’t be here without him. I also want to thank the company, and my manager Devan. Again, thank you so much.” I wave, walking back to my seat.

Axl meets me at the end of the aisle, grabbing my hand and leading me back to our seats.

“You did great, I told you that you would.” He whispers, gently squeezing my thighs before resting his hand there.

I’m feeling grateful for the life I have. I never thought a couple years ago I’d be a successful songwriter and dating a famous rockstar.

#guns n’ roses #axl rose #appetite4savage writes #guns n roses fan fiction #Axl rose fan fiction #Axl rose one shot #GNR #guns and roses #rock fan fiction #guns n roses imagine

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duffslut · 2 years

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Phone call

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 395

A/n: Tried something different, let me know if ya like it!

Warnings: Smut. Minors Dni.

- Hi baby!

- Hey darlin'

- Babe are you rehearsing? you seems tired...mm... panting maybe.

You held the phone to your ear while swinging your feet while lying on the bed, Slash hardly ever called you during his band rehearsals, You were excited for him to call you.

- No babe... I'm... I'm doing something else... fuck!

You frowned.

- Baby are you okay? What are you doing?

At this point, the only things you could hear from Slash were swearing and… moans? You were silent while trying to understand what he was going on.

- Babe please keep talking I need to hear you... oh God...

You sat on the bed, and when you finally realized what your boyfriend was doing on the other end of the line, you covered your own mouth in surprise.

- Honey are you touching yourself right now?

The call was silent for a few seconds until the silence was broken by a sigh from Slash followed by a grunt.

- Y/n...

You licked your lips, closing your eyes and perfectly imagining the scene of Slash moaning your name while touching himself, you adjusted yourself in bed finding a more comfortable position for you before answering him.

- Does it feel good?

- My hand is not as good as yours, I wish you could do it for me.

A familiar feeling coursed through your body as you heard him say that.

- You couldn't control yourself, could you? what are you thinking about now? Are you remembering all the times your cock was inside my tight pussy? Or are you just imagining that I'm kneeling in front of you right now? pulling your hand away from your dick so I can suck it for you?

The words just automatically came out of your mouth and before you even knew it you were massaging your own tits and your hand was going deeper and deeper into your panties.

- Fuck babe... I'm gonna cum... fuck! open your mouth for me honey...

You did. Your mouth slightly opened as you heard his command, your free hand rubbed your clit desperately as you heard Slash sigh more and more heavily through the call.

- I'm ready for you babe.

As Slash's swear words got lower and lower, showing that he had reached his limit, you dropped your phone on the pillow, whimpering and writhing your body as you also reached your orgasm.

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ascendthisday · 1 year

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Down On The Farm

gif by veilofmegiddo

Pairing: Richard Fortus/Robin Finck

Word Count: 2,500~

Info: Gay, Boys Being Boys, "Roommates", How Do I Tag, Pet-Play, Lingerie, Animal Play, Animal Ears, literal cowboy, Stockings, Tails, Muscles, Thighs, Tattoos, Overstimulation, Wordcount: Over 1.000, Intimacy, Hand Jobs, Nipple Play, Large Breasts (but in a boy way), Bells, previous orgasm denial

Summary: “I look,” Richard paused as he ran his palms over his ribs, “insane. I look fucking crazy, Robin.”

Authors Note: happy new years!!! this is mostly- if not entirely, inspired by THIS fortus fanart by the dear @4tusmylove like!!! holy fuck!!! his titties!!!! also : title from that one gnr song. anyways, this came out a little more intimate and fluffy and just . sweeter than intended but they're my babies sooo :P anyways, thanks for being patient with me sorry it's been like a month!!! im just busy with life but im getting back into my groove

“I look,” Richard paused as he ran his palms over his ribs, “insane. I look fucking crazy, Robin.” With every small movement he made, the bell around his neck rang out a clicker-clack noise. When he inhaled, it dung. At the smallest turn of his neck, it banged. He couldn’t move without the bronze bringing attention to him. “No. No, you look cute.” Robin grinned from his lazy seat on their shared bed. It was the truth! The main outfit was sickeningly tight, leaving nothing hidden in the soft white fabric. His flag was clearly at half mast already, if you get what I mean, but outside of that- every rippling muscle in his body was clear and sharp. The chest of the leotard was open, leaving his breasts clearly out for the world to see. It regrouped at the neck with a prim white collar met in the middle with a bow and the aforementioned bell.

“Give me a spin, baby.” Robin drawled, drawing circles in the air with his pointer finger. Richard sputtered and fussed, but he obeyed in the end. His feet softly padded against the floor as he gave a slow cautious spin. Robin let out a low whistle as he took in the sight of his lover. As Richard turned, the thin cow tail tacked to his bottom swooshed against his pale skin. “You look so damn sexy.” Robin grinned and gently rose from the bed. The thud of his soft steps was deeply dulled by his socks, which were printed with black spots on a knitted white background that danced up his thighs. “Oh- shut up.” Richard guffawed as he faced Robin once more- this time, his cheeks covered in a scarlet blush.

His arms nervously crossed over his bare chest. The tattoos that normally decorate his arms were covered up to the middle of his bicep, covered by the same print of fabric as his muscular tree trunk legs. “I dunno if I can, not with such a pretty little cow in front of me.” The rockstar grinned, walking up behind Richard and pulling him into his torso. A soft fluttery whine slipped from his lips as he leaned into the man. It wasn’t uncommon for Robin to wander around their flat shirtless- but in this instance, it added so very deeply to their relationship dynamic. They were so different, but the exact same in an odd way. Robin wrapped his arms around the guitarist, swaying the two of them to a nonexistent rhythm. He was always doing this- using his ever-so-fantastic mind to subconsciously create music through the tiniest of actions.

He dragged his hands up across Richard's arms, climbed his shoulders, and rested them upon the beginning of his neck. He didn’t apply any pressure. There was no harm in his actions. He just let them lay there atop the big black bow and push their weight into the cold brass. The man basically purred as he cradled his lover and began to hum into his ear. It was a familiar tune he repeated, one they had performed as a duet many times before. Beautiful, both in the literal naming sense and in a technical sense. He was calculated in his movement, though. Careful not to knock off the headband he had just helped Richard place on his head. Two twin horns jutted out of his black choppy hair, towering over a pair of soft folded ears below them. The unbelievably fluffy pink fabric under the black and white splotched layer on top of it looked impossibly soft, and Robin could easily get lost in the sensation of rubbing them if he would allow himself.

The best part of it all? One little tag pierced into the right ear that proudly read “ROBIN.” It was scribbled in his own messy handwriting, of course.

“You are so goddamn beautiful, you know that? Thank you for doing this for me.” Robin grinned, slowly peeling himself off of him. Richard fussed as he turned to find the man quickly roaming to the bedside table and back. He hadn’t directly seen what the guitarist had grabbed, but everyone knew Robin wasn’t Robin without his camera. “Just sit all pretty for me, please?” He begged, camera in one hand and the other nervously playing with the ends of his big brown waves. Richard stood there and thought about it. Hard. But, hell- you only live once, right? “As long as you promise to keep it to yourself.” He softly smiled while attempting his best seductive walk to the bed. He only had to walk a few steps, but he still strolled with pointed toes and swinging hips.

Robin approached him almost fearfully, palms sweating and a sort of perverted yearning in his features. In a way, everything about the two of them was perverted and they had no shame behind it! It was just in their nature. In a handful of flashes from far too many angles, Robin was finished with his photo shoot. “Yeah- yeah, these are good.” He mumbles, flicking back and forth with the mechanical buttons. “You sound like a total fuckin’ fangirl right now.” Richard snorts, bell ringing out as he was folding one of his legs over the other. “That’s because I am. These are like- amazing. I know you’re loyal to the whole puppy-boy thing but, God- maybe I’ve found your true calling.” He coyly teases, carefully putting his camera down on their dresser.

Their fun had only just begun, but the feeling of lust already sat heavy in the air.

Robin strolled toward him, an air of confidence surrounding him as he approached his lover. Richard was nothing but impressed by his behavior, the usually meek man being turned into this unfamiliar illusion of pride. He stood in front of him, shoulders pushed back and head held high as he gazed down at the flushed man. One of his worn hands carefully floated towards Richard, cupping his head in his large palm. "You look pretty. I think I said that already, but you really do." He grinned and scratched his blunt nails softly against Richard's jaw. He always did shit like that- the smallest signs of intimacy.

Richard let out a low- almost gravely purring sound as he leaned into the guitarist's embrace. Carefully, Robin toed his way around the bed and, in a borderline weightless way, shuffled behind Richard. His folded legs encaged Richards' wide hips. Robin rested his forehead against the slight curve where his lover's spine blends into neck, allowing his slightly greasy black mane to tickle at his skin. He let out shallow hunched breaths- but, he was perfectly calm. “My favorite.” He mumbled, gently holding his thigh and running his fingertips across the bold hem that ran across his femur. “What’s your favorite? My little costume?” Richard snorted through a deep throaty laugh.

“No, you. You’re just- I don’t know how else to say it, my favorite.” Robin stumbled. His normal aura of sexual dominance and confidence was flushed away for a moment of rawness. He was quite the lover and honestly very physically intimate with no shame behind it, but he wasn’t quite the wordsmith that other men were. He preferred to show love in the smaller, less verbal ways- so this bordered on being proposed for Richard. “Oh my God. Hi, yes- you’re my favorite too? I love you so much.” Richard babbled, overcome with such a strange form of pure admiration for his lover. Hell- he was making it hard for him to focus on the outfit when he was just throwing out confessionals like this!

“Thanks.” Robin giggled, tone suddenly much less antsy. Although his face was still blushed and his heart was pounding, he wanted to play! He began to carefully dance his fingers up his body. They cruised against the wide sea of white fabric and paused just below the bloom of his breasts. Everyone who’s anyone knew Richard had big tits, I mean, just look at him! But, very few would acknowledge it to him. Robin would, though. Because, of course he would! Infact, there would be days where he’d grab Richard just before they went on stage and insist that he unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt- you know, to give the girls a little bit of fanservice.

He softly brought up the worn pads of his fingertips to tease around his nipples. Hell, he didn’t even actually touch his areola- just danced around them. Sliding down his fingers, he pulled them back along the bottom line where they meet his ribcage, and pushed forward while beginning to fully cup them. “These are so nice.” Robin grinned. “Thank you.” Richard airly replied, the blush across his cheeks coming out almost verbally. He flexed his clothed arms as he leaned into the little touch Robin graced him with. Robin let one hand slowly wander down toward his groin while keeping the other stationary at his breast.

He gently began to tweak Richards' nipple. It wasn’t painful, but there was a very unique sensation behind it. Really, indescribable in a sense. Like stepping on a Lego but underwater while on ecstasy, almost. The pressure between his fingers grew as he worked closer toward Richard’s cock. It was like the ultimate distraction. He thought everything all at once, yet nothing at the same thing. All of his thought’s rambled in an incoherent rhythm- the kind of rhythm not even Robin could produce. Robin reached between his legs, pushing his torso into his spine, and absorbed the pure warmth radiating off of him. It was lust in the most concentrated way possible.

Roughly, he tugged apart the snaps of his garment that lay hidden between his thighs. It should have brought his attention closer to his cock, but it didn't. Here’s another thing about Richard Fortus- the man’s got unbelievably sensitive nipples! I mean, really, his tits ache like he’s supposed to be breastfeeding something! Robin always held that above his head in their scenes to keep him in a comfortable mushy headspace. His cock fled the tight white fabric like all hell, springing up and plopping against his thigh with shocking vigor.

Robin ignored the sensual part of his brain screaming to tease the hell out of Richard, instead he chose to jump straight into the pure raw sexual part of it all. Foreplay is fun, but they know each other's bodies so impossibly well that they can pinpoint when it’s needed and when it's purely for fun. So, he wrapped his hangs around his cock and gave him a few beginners strokes. That first bit of real contact- God, Richard thought he was dying. “Oh my goodness.” He sputtered, gasping through a moan. “You’re so cute.” Robin grinned as he rubbed quick circles across the bud of his nipple. He peered over his shoulder, still careful to avoid the horned headband, and snickered as he watched the man's thighs tense.

He had been given so little- so few sensations to work off of, and yet he teetered closer to the edge by the second. Why? Because they had been playing this game for a while. Robin would dance circles around him and keep him just on the precipice of success, and then stop touching him entirely. He had done it for the last week or so, and Richard couldn’t handle much more. But, it was so incredibly fun, in a morbid way. “You’re gonna kill me.” Richard huffed out, sweat beading through his bangs. Robin just hummed and continued to flick his wrist. Occasionally, he’d lose tempo and punish Richard by clamping down on his nipple just a little harder- in a good way.

“Robin, ‘m not joking. If you keep going, I’m gonna come.” He chewed out his words through euphoric babbling. There’s this sort of itch that only Robin can scratch inside of him- an itch that’ll never be solved by anyone else's hands. He pushes him to a level of unimaginable euphoria. Every. Single. Time. Robin wordlessly continued to pump away at his cock. It was a sort of silent permission Richard could only assume and hope for the best, because there was no way he could possibly hold back.

There's not enough words invented to describe the adrenaline speeding through his veins as he comes. It hurts- his nipple hurts, but it's such a good hurt. It's bursting pressure coursing throughout every ounce of his being and it's so amazingly too much. He doesn't get to come down. No, Robin doesn't allow him to. He continues to jerk him off until Richard is gasping for air and desperately trying to writhe out of his grasp. Then, he lets go. Richard borderline collapses as he heaves for air, tears unbeknownst to him previously dropping onto the sheets. He's not sad, though. He's so very happy and just overwhelmed with tears. Proof of a good orgasm, really. If there's any drug in the world he craved, it was Robin's touch.

"You okay?" Robin mumbles against the shell of his ear, carefully wrapping his arms around his midsection. He wasn't sure how long it took for him to come down from his high, whether it was minutes or weeks. But, when he did he was filled with a wide appreciation for his lover. Robin didn't demand to get off after him, he never did, instead he busied himself with caring for the hazed man. Richard tiredly nodded, almost too exhausted to keep his head up. "Wicked," He smiled, "do you want me to take this off?" Robin asked as he plucked at the white bodysuit. "I'll keep it on, for now." Richard slurred. "Well, alright. Whatever floats your boat, but can I atleast take off the ears?" He asked, careful not to pop that bubble of post-orgasm serenity.

He, with the most feathery touch he could muster, slipped off the soft headband and discarded to their slightly messy floor. That was a problem for another day. "Do you want me to clean you up right now? We could just lay- if you want, of course." He questioned, knowing even if they laid together now that he'd still end up sneaking out of bed to get a rag and clean off his lover soon enough. "Just lay with me, please." Richard spoke just above a whisper. Robin didn't reply, instead he just pulled him into the plush bed with him and stayed there. His big waves of hair created magnificent swirls and patterns of halos around their heads. He didn't mean to, but soon enough the soft bubbling breaths of Richard succumbing to sleep had him dozing off as well. Maybe he could clean him up in the morning.

This was true peace. Just the two of them, always and forever.

#cross posted on ao3 #fanfic #fiction #rock rpf #rpf #guns n roses #guns n' roses #smut #fan fiction #gnr #richard fortus #4tus #robin finck #nine inch nails #00s rock #circa 2005 #fandom #idk how to tag on here lol

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