I Also Miss The Times Where All The Fanfics Weren't "x Fem Reader"

i also miss the times where all the fanfics weren't "x fem reader"

i miss the times where tumblr had no ads and the porn here was actually good

how is "poverty" a warning? LMAO

Guns N’ Roses Fic: Ain’t No Saint

Summary: A reimagining of what (pre-fame Axl Rose) Bill Bailey’s life would’ve looked like had his step-father not been present in his family’s life, making Bill the man of the household to support his mother and sister.

Characters: Bill Bailey, OC: Emily, Amy Bailey, police officers, Mother (Bill and Amy’s mom), and OC: Mrs. Clarice (Emily’s mom).

Pairing(s): Bill Bailey/Emily, Bill Bailey/original female character, Bill Bailey/female reader.

Rating: Explicit, 21+

Word Count: 6,350

Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity, p in v penetration, fluff, angst, mild degradation, mentions of masturbation, hurt/comfort, poverty, bullying, and harassment.

A/N: My longest and most-detailed fic. I have put my blood and soul into this lol. This work is slightly inspired by GNR’s song, You’re Crazy. I hope you enjoy!

Mice scattered across the barn where two nude figures laid in the hayloft. It was dusk outside. The street lamps in the suburban neighborhoods were gonna flicker on soon. Bill Bailey needed to get back before curfew.

But here he was, laying down inside a barn with a pretty brunette attached to his side, suckling on his right nipple. He had soiled his virginity with her. It was decent for his first time, not bad, maybe a little overwhelming, but he managed to pull through and made sure, at her request, to pull out. He wouldn’t dare tell her that, because of his adrenaline from the excitement and electrifying spark between them, he accidentally squirted a few shots of cum into her cunt.

He could still smell the fresh aroma from their heated mess and taste the bland, dry strands of straw from the hay.

Bill laid there in a daze, watching dusk particles dance in the air as the orange and red sun beams trickled into the barn’s old, wooden interior. He eventually looked down and ruffled the girl’s hair, almost mistaking her golden highlights for the hay they were laying on. “Psst, hey.” He whispered, not wanting to ruin the peaceful moments of silence with his loud baritone voice. However, at the same time, he had no choice. “We gotta head back.”

Bill could feel her lips morph into a frown against his nipple. “I wish we could stay here forever…”

“Me too, sweetie. Me too. But I told you…if we don’t make it back, my mom’s gonna wreck havoc,” he reminded.

Since his mother was divorced he was now the man of the house, helping out with the chores, making ends meet, and taking care of his little sister, Amy. He couldn’t delay his absence a second longer. It was bullshit how hard his mother worked in order to keep a roof over her children’s heads. At least it made Bill feel a little at ease whenever he could try to lessen the burden on her.

Releasing her lips from his peck, the girl begrudgingly got up. Bill did the same thing, wiping off his body, and putting on his clothes.

“Can we do it again?” She asked, biting her lower lip as uncertainty overlapped her tone.

Bill knew she experienced a phenomenal orgasm and craved another one. He didn’t want to lie and tell her they could come back to the barn again tomorrow. In all honesty, even he wasn’t sure when they could share another moment like this together.

He stepped forward, cradling the back of her head with his hand. “Another time.” He promised, pressing a tight kiss to her lips. Emily’s lips. They were always pink and plump like cherries in the Spring. He’d take a bite and mangle them, smudging the red lipstick onto her skin. But Emily didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it drove her crazy. She could never get enough of Bill Bailey.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

7:15 a.m.

A whole day before the barn occurred, Bill and Emily were being intimate for the first time by lying down on the soft grass in the meadow, 20 minutes away from where their high school was located. Mist filtered through the air as dewdrops occupied the morning land. Emily was by his side again, biting his neck, and soothing the hickeys with her tongue. Per usual, she was in her school uniform which consisted of a white buttoned up blouse, a red plaid skirt, and black penny loafers.

Bill dug his fingers into the grass, feeling his penis strain against his jeans. He never felt pleasure this intense, or knew how powerful, and sudden, the urges became whenever he looked at Emily, begging for a release. He blamed himself for not venturing into a pornographic store and shoplifting bootleg copies of couples fucking in various positions. He thought if he did, he’d understand his body, and know how to react, given the opportunity of escalation. It was all so mesmerizing for his untouched, starved mind.

Emily wrapped her right leg over Bill’s left one, rubbing her crotch against his hardness, making both their bodies move up and down.

Bill couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. He knew if he moved too fast a dam would burst in his pants. He concentrated and inhaled deeply, slowly moving his own hips to grind against Emily’s. “Oh, fuck…”

“I need you, Bill. I need you, Bill.” She moaned, increasing her pace.

“T-take…take off your…p-panties.” He insisted, panting. He was desperate to slide himself inside of her right now.

Emily hid her face into the crook of his neck, her breathing coming out in short, ragged breaths. “No, Bill. I’m so close…” she whined.

He huffed and allowed her to finish with a squeal of delight. He felt a wet stain on his pants, not knowing if it was because of him or Emily. It didn’t matter. He was glad he wasn’t wearing his school uniform, he wore an extra set of clothes, knowing full well how sex-crazed Emily was for him.

She collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. Bill pushed her chin up, seeing her flushed cheeks, and expanded pupils. “You okay?” He questioned, brushing a wavy clump of hair behind her ear.

She nodded. “Yeah. You?”

“Wanna go somewhere after school? Get down n’ dirty,” he suggested.

She smirked. “I like the sound of that.” Then she realized…”Wait, didn’t you cum?!”

He was taken aback by the sudden question. Did he cum? He wasn’t sure. He must’ve if his crotch felt damp.

Emily lifted herself from him and noticed the saturated mark on his jeans, belonging to her own arousal. She immediately felt guilty. She didn’t mean to ruin a brand new pair of his pants. That was part of the reason why she kept her panties on but it didn’t seem to work this time. “Oh, gosh, Bill…”

“It’s fine. I knew it would happen.”

“You did…?”

“Yeah. I have another pair at home. Don’t sweat it.”

“But…you can’t afford an early wash at the laundromat this week.”

She was right. Every two weeks he managed to save money for washing, not only his clothes, but his mother’s and sister’s. If money was too scarce with the groceries and house payment, his mother would hand wash each set of outfits and hang dry them, even in frigid temperatures during the winter.

He hated seeing his mother use her own calloused bare hands to scrub his clothes on a washboard. It was unfair. He strived to make enough money by working in the school cafeteria, working at his local pizzeria, or volunteering at a library. Whatever he could make, he’d put that money towards the laundromat.

“It’s fine,” he reassured, not wanting Emily to get worked up over his home life. It was embarrassing. “I can manage. Don’t need you to worry about my allowance.” He muttered, unzipping his pants to locate any semen. To his surprise, none.

“I care.”

He zipped himself back up. “I know you do, sugar. But it’s my concern. Not yours. Everything will be fine.”

“I can make it up to you.” She hinted, a wicked gleam glowing in her eyes.

Bill caught on and looked amused. “How so?”

Within a blink of an eye, Emily slipped off her panties and got on all fours.

“Oh? Want me to fuck you here instead? From behind?”

“Sorta. Unzip yourself but don’t stick it in.”

“No need to tell me twice.” He did as he was told, coming up behind her, and placing his cock near her pussy.

She looked down and leaned back, opening her folds to place her opened cunt on the length of his hard cock, nestling it there.

Bill groaned at the contact.

“Wait for it.” She moved her hips back and forth, causing his shaft to open and close. She wanted to get his whistle wet and have him experience a little taste of her to excite his nerves and to test his patience for later.

“Fuck. Jesus…”

“Bill!” Emily gasped in mock surprise. “Don’t say the Lord’s name in vain,” she scolded playfully.

“Sorry, sorry. You just-you feel amazing.”

“Wait until you’re inside of me, cowboy.”

He couldn’t wait. He needed to feel her walls clench around his dick. Heck, he wanted to be welcomed inside of her. Some of his peers mentioned that being inside of a girl was like dipping into a hot tub and being hugged at the same time. He needed to lose his virginity. He continued pumping his dick along her folds, his balls smacking near the middle of her cunt. He thrusted until he shot his seed all over the grass.

“There you go,” Emily cheered.

Bill pulled his throbbing cock away, stuffing himself back in his pants.

Emily stood up and faced him. “How’d it feel?”

“Great, baby.”

“Have you ever touched yourself?” She queried.

Bill paused. “It’s not encouraged in my household.” Even if it was encouraged he wouldn’t waste his sperm on nothing. He figured Emily locked herself in a room and masturbated to his senior picture everyday. Hell, she probably masturbated to all his school photos, and kissed them each night while staring idly at them on her nightstand before falling asleep.

The two walked back to school, holding hands. They both couldn’t wait to be intimate again in a new location once classes were over.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

3:30 p.m.

As soon as the bell rang Bill and Emily sprinted down the hallway, with their books in hand, near the doubled exit doors, leading outside.

“There’s an abandoned barn a few miles North.”

Emily’s eyes widened. “You want to do it inside a barn?!”

“Yeah. Why not? It’s nice and cozy. I’m sure all the termites died last winter.”

“Oh, Bill…” She rolled her eyes, giggling in amusement. He was always the adventurous type.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

4:15 p.m.

“Isn’t it romantic?” Bill asked.

Emily scanned her eyes over the interior. No graffiti covered the walls and no insects were buried underneath the hay or flew in the air. She was impressed. The barn didn’t harbor a stench either. It was clean, maybe a little musty, but it was kept in pristine condition. “Thank goodness we have the whole place to ourselves.”

“I know, right? You can be as loud as you want to be up here,” Bill teased.

Emily blushed at the scenario and hit his arm playfully. “Oh, stop!”

“What do you say, sugar? Would you let me go all the way?”

The two laid on either side, staring into each other’s eyes. There was trust between them. It was difficult for Bill to lower his guard down but whenever he was with Emily he would dismantle it for her and allow her to see the soft side of him nobody at school knew about, or had an inkling.

For Emily, she had her guard lowered all the time and couldn’t seem to uphold it, and shield herself away from dangerous people. She told herself she loved the thrill of it. But the scars always came back to haunt her. She didn’t want to live a life where she continued to flaunt her personality around, she wanted to settle down, preferably with Bill, and live a calming lifestyle. She needed someone to keep her in her place and not wander off. She needed Bill.

“I trust you…” she muttered. “Give me 100%.”

Pulling Emily on top of him, she slipped off her panties and unzipped his pants, revealing his eager erection. Bill kept his hands on her hips to hold her steady and dig his fingers into her soft flesh.

She lifted herself up and teased the head of his penis against her slit. She took him one inch at a time by sliding down then pulling up, she slid down again, taking two inches of him before sliding back up again.

Bill exhaled through his nose, tightening his hold on her hips. “You’re gonna drive me crazy, babygirl.”

“That’s the plan,” she teased, pressing down, taking half his cock into her pussy, and sliding upward. “Gonna make you cum more than once.”

Bill tried hard to contain himself and not release his load from her words. She could be so cruel and unforgiving sometimes. He bit down on his tongue, savoring the sensation, and paced his buildup.

Emily pressed down on him again, almost engulfing his entire length this time.

“All the way,” he begged, becoming impatient.

“Easy.” She pulled up, her cunt hugging onto his length, as she slipped out of him. “Think you can handle me, Bill?”

He scoffed. “Honey, the question is, will you be able to handle me?”

Emily bit the tip of her index finger like a small child. “I’m losing my mind over you.”

Bill felt a surge of pride wash over him. He had her wrapped around his finger. “Good girl.” He helped her slide all the way down on his shaft, remaining there for a moment as his dick hardened and grew inside of her. Emily gasped at his size. Her hips started rocking back and forth against his, finding a steady pace between them. Bill bucked his hips upward, hitting Emily’s G-spot.

“Oh, fuck!” She stared deep into his eyes and saw the hungry lust that bore into his pupils, the same way how her pupils expanded for him.

The two continued, gradually increasing the pace. The sounds of wet skin slapping against each other echoed off the walls. “That’s right. You’re so fuckin’ wet for me, aren’t you? Fuckin’ slut…” Bill degraded in the heat of the moment.

Emily increased the pace again, moaning uncontrollably as she did so. Bill gripped her hips hard enough to where he’d leave his handprints branded on her skin. Bill managed to flip themselves over and be on top of Emily as he hovered above.

“Bill!” She gasped, not expecting him to do that.

“Hang on, baby.” Bill pistoled his dick into her cunt repeatedly, hitting her where she needed him most.

Emily wrapped her legs around his lower back and bounced on his shaft. She was nearing the edge of her peak.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna-I’m gonna-“

Emily knew what he meant. “Pull out, Bill! Pull out!” Although she wanted him to cum inside her, she didn’t have access to birth control. But even if she did she couldn’t go back on them since it made her hormones become imbalanced. She wanted to have children some day, but she had to wait until she graduated high school to start her own family. The pull out method would have to do for them.

Bill groaned, taking his dick out of her cunt, and cumming on her stomach.

Emily felt his hot seed land on her belly, creating a puddle of semen on her small frame. She was relieved that he got a release, specially from fucking her. It felt glorious.

Before her own buildup could ebb away, she took Bill’s hand and placed it on her red, swollen clit. “Right there. Rub. Fast!” She instructed frantically.

Bill used his fingers the way she told him and helped her come undone in a matter of seconds. She panted, thanking him, as she pulled him close and basked in the afterglow with him. Out of all the men she fucked, Bill Bailey was by far the best lay.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

6:35 p.m.

After the barn, Bill and Emily drifted into their separate paths. Emily lived on the opposite side of town while Bill resided on the East side. It was a shithole compared to Emily’s wealthy cookie-cutter neighborhood. His family was so dirt poor they had to survive on food stamps and buy milk, eggs, and bread every other week. It was unfair. Life was unfair.

Bill barged into the doorway, taking off his boots, and shrugging his backpack off onto the couch. He wandered into the kitchen where his mother was stirring a pot of tomato soup. “How was school?” She greeted.

“Fine.”

His mother stopped stirring and added a few pinches of salt into the pot. “Well, your sister didn’t have a fine day.”

This set Bill on edge. “What do you mean?” He knew he couldn’t protect his sister all the time but, damn, he wished she would run to him at school if a bully was picking on her. He knew she was capable of handling herself, but not when it spiraled out of control, and it resulted in her having a shittier day than usual.

“Why don’t you go and talk to her?” His mother suggested. “She could use a male ear.”

Bill agreed and made his way towards his sister’s bedroom. He knocked on the door three times, giving her enough time to make herself ready for him to enter.

“Come in.”

Turning the knob, Bill swung the door open and saw his sister sitting on the bed, knees curled against her chest. “Sup, pumpkin spice? Mom said you had a bad day at school?” He sat down next to her.

“Everyone’s been saying I stink.”

“Last I heard the entire school doesn’t know.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Amy wasn’t in the mood to indulge in his wit. “My class, dumbass. Everyone says I smell like trash. I hate this! I hate how we can’t afford a normal life!” She wailed.

Bill put his hand on her knee to comfort her. “Amy, shh-“

“Don’t tell me to shush! You know it’s true. I can’t stand living like this any longer! I hate it! I hate our life, I hate everything about it, I-“ Amy wasn’t able to sputter another word. She was sobbing into her hands, regretting what she said, but feeling relieved at the same time that she got it off her chest.

“Amy, Amy. Look at me,” he urged.

She shook her head, mumbling incoherent nonsense when Bill cupped both her cheeks with his hands, forcing her to make eye contact.

He saw the pain in her eyes and it tore his soul apart. “C’mere. I got you.” He pressed her against him in an embrace as her knees uncurled and wrapped around his sides while she sobbed into his neck, drenching his skin with her hot tears. “Shh, shh. It’s okay, sweetie,” he cooed, rubbing her back in a soothing manner to stop her body from quaking.

“I hate it, Bill…” She whimpered, sniffling.

“You’re not the only one, cupcake.”

“I wish dad hadn’t left…”

“Dad’s a piece of shit,” Bill stated unforgivingly. “He didn’t care about us. If he did, he would’ve scooped us out of this mess. He hasn’t called mom all these years to check up on you, to check up on me-“

Amy lifted her head up to look at her brother with pleading eyes. “I know, but-“

“But nothing, Amy! Dad’s never coming back! You shouldn’t even be grieving over his loss,” he rebuked. Bill felt offended, and threatened, how Amy still missed their step-father. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. He understood she was too young to remember him, but what infuriated him the most was her own ideal image of their dad. She was playing a dangerous game by living in her head and was only subjecting herself to more emotional turmoil. She really believed that if dad hadn’t left their lives would’ve been a thousand times better. He sighed and tried to soften his tone again. “Amy, listen. Dad isn’t here anymore, but I am, okay? If you need anything, have any problems, you talk to me, yeah?”

She nodded in understanding. “I’m sorry…”

“No,” he corrected. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blown up at you.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek.

Amy wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging onto him like a koala. “In an odd way, you’re kinda like my own dad...”

“Better me than him.” Bill wrapped his arms around her back, tightening the hug.

“I know. You’re better than him in a lot of ways. That’s what mom always says, anyway.”

“Damn straight. I’d never leave you or mom.”

After a few moments of silence, Amy spoke up. “Bill?”

“Hm?”

Amy pulled away again but kept her arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders. “Would it be okay if I borrowed some of your clothes for tomorrow?”

He used his hand to cup her cheek and swipe away a tear with his thumb. Because he was the oldest sibling he had a bigger stash of clothing compared to his sister. He often shared his clean clothes with her and didn’t mind. They were pretty much the same size. Since the school knew about their situation at home, they allowed the dress code for the uniforms bypass with Amy. As long as it kept her from not getting bullied at school, he was more than alright with it. “You know you don’t have to ask. You can just take what you need and carry on with your day, right?”

A faint smile appeared across her face. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna go see how mom’s doing with dinner.” Before Bill could unwrap himself around Amy, she attached herself to him again, not wanting him to leave her yet. His body stiffened at her reluctancy to let go. “Need daddy to hold you for a little longer?” He mocked, but deep down he meant it, and Amy knew he meant it. If there was ever going to be an official father-figure in her life, it’d be Bill.

“Please…?”

He sighed, giving into her needy nature. “Fine.” A few more seconds of silence passed. “Remember what I said. Don’t hesitate to come talk to me if something’s wrong.”

“Yes, dad,” she mocked back.

“Atta girl.”

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

7:00 p.m.

At the dinner table Bill, Amy, and their mother sat in their respected seats with a bowl of tomato soup and 1/4 slice of toast laid out in front of them. They had to ration the bread by slicing it in fours to make it last for two weeks. Since Amy was the youngest she got two 1/4s while Bill and his mother had the single 1/4 slices.

Like all the previous nights, Bill sacrificed his slice of toast, and passed it to Amy underneath the table. Tonight was no different and Amy hesitated before taking the slice. She loathed it whenever Bill did that. He needed to eat, too. She couldn’t stand seeing him waste away while he tried to keep some meat on her bones. But she would do the same thing for him in a heartbeat, only if he allowed her to do so.

7:15 p.m.

After dinner, everybody helped clean up the dishes before retiring to the bathroom to brush their teeth, and get ready for bed. Bill waited in his bedroom as his mother was tucking in Amy. He was too old to be tucked in. He granted his mother permission to wish him a good night, and maybe sweet dreams, before turning off his lamp on the nightstand, and going to sleep. Amy, on the other hand, insisted on being tucked in since she found the gesture to be precious. His mother didn’t seem to mind doing it either. She knew there would come a day when both her children would have to leave the house to scout for their own futures. So, she tried to cherish every moment with them, no matter how big or small it was. It mattered to her.

Bill heard his sister’s door shut and saw his mother appear around the corner. “Goodnight, Bill.”

“Night, mom.”

“Do you need a glass of water or anything?”

He shook his head. “I’m fine, mom.”

She nodded and flicked off his lamp, closing the door.

Bill laid there in the darkness for quite some time. His mind wandered to Emily. He wondered what she ate for dinner tonight. Probably a steak, medium-rare, with green beans, and mashed potatoes and gravy on the side. His stomach growled at the imagery as his mouth watered.

He visualized Emily’s elegant dinner table adorned with red and white candles, roses, champagne glasses, beautifully crafted ceramic plates, and silverware. He snapped out of his thoughts, rubbing his aching belly. He’d be going to bed hungry again while Emily would be sleeping on a full stomach. He resented it but had himself to blame for tricking his mind into thinking he’d be eating a steak off a piece of fine China. Bill closed his eyes and waited for dreamland to succumb him.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

The next morning Bill walked to school with Amy. He made sure to keep an eye on her during lunch break and to watch for students making snide remarks behind her back. The only component that was missing today was Emily. She wasn’t in first period (Lang & Lit) or third period (Biology), and she wasn’t seen sitting at a table for lunch. It surprised Bill. Maybe she decided to ditch school or call in sick? He questioned. Study Hall was gonna be lonely without her - and sure enough…it was.

After school, Amy walked home with two of her classmates while Bill trekked to Emily’s neighborhood. It was odd that she wasn’t present today. It made him worry. Perhaps he was overthinking? She might’ve just caught the flu or a cold. Or maybe she had an appointment and decided to skip the rest of the school day. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter to him, all he wanted to know was if Emily was okay, and that she wasn’t in any sort of danger.

As Bill walked along the sidewalk of Emily’s pristine neighborhood, older folks (who were sitting in their lawn chairs on the patio) eyed him suspiciously. They could tell Bill was an outsider, not just by his cheap clothing, but also because they haven’t seen him, or others like him, wander around this area. He ignored the glances and picked up his pace. He felt their stares were burning holes into his backside similar to how a cigarette is pressed against human flesh.

Unbeknownst to Bill, two cops were standing outside of their vehicles, chatting near a cul-de-sac. Emily’s house was located right behind them. The two officers noticed Bill walking towards them with both his hands in his pockets, and head lowered, his long hair covering his face.

“Hey, man, who’s that boy?” One of the officers asked, squinting his eyes in the distance.

The other officer studied the boy for a moment before coming to the realization. “Him? That’s Bill Bailey - Lafayette’s troublemaker. Not sure what he’s doing on this side of town,” he remarked.

“It’s the wrong side,” the other officer noted. “Bill Bailey, huh?” Unlike his partner, this officer didn’t know who Bill was, but he’s heard rumors, from time to time, about a young boy wrecking havoc every week. This must be the kid everyone’s up in arms about, he mused. “Is his father George Bailey?” He questioned, cracking a joke as he was referencing Jimmy Stewart’s classic Christmas film, It’s A Wonderful Life.

“Nah. Bill ain’t no saint like George Bailey. George did his whole town a favor, Bill does this whole State a disservice.” He said, malice creeping in his tone. He’s dealt with Bill in the past on multiple occasions and he sure as Hell didn’t want to see him now.

“What should we do? Tie him up?” The officer suggested.

His partner shook his head. “He’ll be spending the night where he belongs. In a cell.” He motioned his partner to follow him and the two walked up to Bill. “Hey, Billy,” the officer greeted. “Miss me?”

Bill looked up, his eyes widening in disbelief. What the fuck were they doing here?! He came to a halt, standing his own ground.

“Relax, Bill.” The same officer spoke. “Just wanted to have a little chat.” The officer circled him, eyeing Bill up and down, studying his long, shaggy hairstyle. “I see you grew your hair out.”

“Ain’t that a faggot thing?” The other officer chimed in.

Bill huffed a little, disregarding the stupid comment.

The officer who was circling him noticed. “Careful, man. He might punch your lights out,” he cautioned.

Bill rolled his eyes and continued to walk. They were purposely trying to piss him off and Bill wasn’t gonna waste his time with them, he had other (more important) matters to attend to.

“Hey! I didn’t say you could leave yet, boy!” The officer yelled, putting his hand on his shoulder, and spinning him around.

Within a second, Bill tried defending himself by swatting the officer’s hand away, only to be embraced from behind by the other officer who held both his arms down. “Let go of me!” Bill yelled, trying to jerk the officer off him.

When the other guy stepped closer to him Bill lifted both his legs up to kick him in the shins, but the officer acted fast and caught both his ankles, holding his squirming legs together. “You think I forgot about your old tricks, kid?” He taunted. “Handcuff his ass.”

His partner obliged and handcuffed Bill’s wrists. They carried him away and threw him in the backseat of the car, driving to the county jail.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

Bill received another worthless mugshot and was locked in a random cell for the night. He laid down on the bench and stared at the ceiling, not knowing what else to do. He was used to getting mistreated like this by the officers. He had a reputation and it got him in a lot of trouble, even when he didn’t do anything wrong.

The hours slowly passed and an officer made several rounds to check on each of the cells, including his, to make sure everything was in order. Bill could tell he was gonna miss his curfew tonight. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last.

At 10:00 p.m., the officer who was checking the cells came to Bill’s. “Psst. Hey, kid. Wake up!”

Bill opened his eyes and sat up on the bench.

“You’re gonna make a phone call to have someone bail your ass out. This cell needs to be occupied by other shitheads like you.”

“I’m not sharing this cell?” Bill asked, a little surprised. But knowing what happened when he was locked up with other men last time, he preferred to go home instead.

The officer led him towards a phone booth and gave him a quarter to use. “Make it count. It’s my last quarter,” he warned.

Bill contemplated on who to call. He could call his mother and inform her of his whereabouts, but he’s done that countless of times, it shattered him to see his mom look so heartbroken that her son had been abused by the law again. He couldn’t stand to see that look on her face.

Suddenly, another idea popped into his head. He’d call Emily to pick him up. Slotting the quarter into the booth, Bill dialed Emily’s home number, and waited for somebody to answer.

“Hello?” A groggy, female voice addressed. It was Emily’s mother.

Shit. He lost track of time and remembered Emily’s household went to bed early, too.

“Hi, Mrs. Clarice?” Bill tried to fake his best impression.

“Bill?” She questioned, sounding more alert. “Honey, it’s late. Everything alright? Is your mom okay? Your sister?”

“They’re fine. I just…I need to talk to Emily. It’s about the t-test for…tomorrow.” He needed to strengthen his lying skills someday and diminish the stuttering. It was a poor habit of his whenever he felt nervous.

“Aww, sweetie. Can’t it wait ‘til morning? She’s sleeping.”

“I realize she’s sleeping but it’s rather u-urgent.” He heard Clarice set the phone down on her nightstand.

There was silence for a few moments before he heard Emily’s voice on the other line. “Bill?”

“Emily,” he sounded relieved. “I need your help.”

“Uhm…what test are you referring to?” She queried, not having recollection about a test in any of her classes. How ironic would it be if she missed a test’s announcement on the same day she wasn’t in school?

“Listen carefully,” Bill spoke in a lower tone. “I need you to bail me out of jail tonight. It’s the one closest to your house.”

Emily paused, catching on to his plea. “Ohh, that test! Yes, our teacher wanted us to type the final draft for tomorrow and read it to the class.”

“Just sneak out of the house, through your bedroom window, and haul ass.” He advised.

“I’m sure I can help you finish it in Study Hall.”

“Thanks, babe. You’re a real one.”

“Don’t worry about it. You have plenty of time to get it done. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Love you.”

Another wave of silence passed. “Alright, Bill.” It was her mother again. “You get some sleep now, got it?”

“Yes, Mrs. Clarice.”

“Alright. Take care, honey.”

“Goodnight.” Bill hung up the phone and waited for Emily’s arrival.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

It took Emily 30 minutes to run to the county jail, be she eventually made it. She told the officer she was here to pick up Bill, since they needed proof for a bailout, and released him out of custody.

“You kids have a safe night. Stay out of trouble!” The officer told them on a parting note.

Bill and Emily walked side by side, holding hands.

“Did they beat you?”

“No.”

Emily squeezed his hand tighter. “I’m sorry for missing school today. I should’ve been there…” She sounded guilty. If she would’ve been by his side, none of this would’ve happened to him. She blamed herself for this mess.

“It’s okay. Why weren’t you there?” He asked, the curiosity still lingering.

Emily stopped in her tracks and released his hand, causing Bill to turn around and face her.

“It’s situations like these, Bill.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…I skip a day, I don’t know, because I felt like it, and wham! You’re gone! I don’t know how long I can keep doing this!” She yelled, sounding hysterical. “How long I can keep pretending everything is fine when it’s not. Maybe that’s why I needed to skip today. To clear my head about us.”

“Baby, baby-“

“Life keeps throwing rocks at you and I won’t be able to help, or be there for you. I won’t always be here!” Tears welled up in her eyes. “Just like how you’re not always here! You disappear because those bastards catch you. Fuck, Bill, I can’t even help you with your home life!”

Bill moved closer, placing his hands on her hips. “Baby, I know. This will be a one time thing. I have other options.” Maybe he should’ve utilized those other options and not her. Emily didn’t deserve to be involved in his chaotic life. She seemed too sweet and innocent for her own good, and Bill wanted to uphold that facade, not destroy it. She didn’t deserve to be corrupted and live on the edge like him on a daily basis. She’s been through enough trouble in her own life, she didn’t need to carry his burdens, too.

“I need you, Bill…” she whined, a tear streaming down her cheek.

“I need you too, honey. You know I’ll always wait for you, right? I’d never leave you.”

Emily’s face contorted from the pain she felt inside her heart. “I…might.”

“Huh? Explain.” He wasn’t understanding what Emily was throwing at him. He didn’t have the patience for games and he wished she would just come clean.

“I need a guy to always be here - by my side. If you go to jail, I have to be there with you.”

“Baby, we don’t even share the same bed.” He reminded. “I can’t be your lifeline when you need me most.”

“That’s the thing…I’m realizing it now. I don’t think I can carry on with our relationship. It’s too much.”

Now Bill was the one who felt heartbroken by her statement. “What?”

“Face it, Bill. You need a stronger girlfriend. Someone who is more resilient than me.”

“Don’t say that. We can work on this together. I’m still figuring this shit out,” he confessed.

Emily sighed, sniffling. She was uncertain about the whole thing.

Bill saw the confliction behind her eyes and spoke again, “I chose you because you’re perfect. If you weren’t right for me, I would’ve released you into the sea long ago.” That was the truth. Bill would never admit it, but Emily meant more to him than he ever imagined. He lost his virginity to her and she was always loyal to him from day one, she never judged him, or feared him like the other students did. She was different and he liked that.

Emily’s heart swelled at his words. But she had trouble believing in her own self that she could stay committed to Bill, Lafayette’s troublemaker.

“C’mon. Let’s continue our walk,” he encouraged. “You can think about it on the way.”

Rampant thoughts went through Emily’s head, landing on the same conclusion over and over again - stay with Bill. Maybe she could conquer through? Maybe this was another rough patch she had to hurdle over? She wanted to be on the other side of the patch where the grass was greener and not so frail. She knew she had to be patient. The process would be worth her while once Bill was free and hers again like tonight. It was a continuous cycle she’d need to grow accustomed to.

The two arrived outside her home and they looked at each other.

“See you tomorrow…?”

Bill nodded, confirming it. “Tomorrow.”

A small smile crept across her lips.

“One more thing.” Bill hoisted her up, having her legs wrap around his waist as his hands travelled up her skirt. “You bare for me?” He asked, feeling pleased that she wasn’t wearing any panties this time. His palms ran circles over her ass, gripping her soft flesh.

“Of course I am.” She giggled. “Easy access, right?”

Using one hand to hold her in place, Bill used his other hand to unzip his pants, and slide himself inside of her drenched cunt.

She whimpered at the contact, her walls clenching around his length ecstatically.

“Remember how I feel inside.” He reminded. “Nobody can make you feel this good.”

Emily rested her head on his shoulder, keeping her quivering legs at his side. “Nobody,” she whispered.

“You’re mine, baby. All mine.” He nipped at her neck, using his tongue to lick behind her earlobe, causing her to squirm in his embrace, but whenever she did her cunt clenched around him again, making her clit pulsate with desire. Bill always had a way of making her feel full, loved, and wanted. It went beyond just needing satisfaction. Their bodies were intertwined, as one, and they couldn’t stand letting each other go. They needed to save each other. Together, they were the key to escaping their old lives in Indiana.

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depesworld

5 months ago

okay okay but imagine pissed off brat tamer Steven Adler and sub reader who usually never pisses Steven off....i'm dead bro

A/n: I hope I did good with this prompt, I know there was no mention of the rest of the band but I had an idea and just rolled with it ig so I hope you don’t mind and still enjoy it <3

Warnings: smut, slight angst, voyeurism, degrading, groping, slight praise link, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Okay Okay But Imagine Pissed Off Brat Tamer Steven Adler And Sub Reader Who Usually Never Pisses Steven

It wasn’t intentional. Kind of.

You were just having a bad day! And you told Steven just as much over the phone. He was down at the studio with the guys and you were asking how much longer it would be before he got home.

He said only a few more hours but you asked him to come home sooner. You just wanted to see him, you wanted him to hold you and tell you everything would be fine and that you were beautiful and he loved you.

You wanted him to fuck you so good you couldn’t walk for the next week.

You wanted him to love you.

When he refused to come home you knew you had to take matters into your own hands so you drove down to the studio.

You found the room they were in with the help of another band that happened to be there. The guy who walked you over there obviously thought you were attractive, even asking if you’d rather sit in with his band instead.

It made you wonder how Steven would react, so you accepted his offer.

His was in a band you didn’t know but remembered hearing the name around somewhere, Steven must’ve talked about them at some point, maybe it was a magazine.

They were recording their own debut album and the guy you met was the drummer. He told you his name but you didn’t remember it, there was no need to. He said he’d already done his part and was just there to give his input on the others playing.

You sat in his lap, arms around his neck and occasionally shifting in his lap to get a reaction. You loved hearing his groans fall onto your ears, most of all you loved the thought of Steven catching you two in the act.

As if it was planned there was a knock on the door and in came Duff and Steven. They’d come to ask if this new band wanted to hang out, they were both new bands belonging to the same label so why not?

Steven just wasn’t expecting to see his own girlfriend sitting in some random dudes lap the same way you sat in his lap.

When Duff walked out he didn’t wait for Steven, he saw you sitting there, he knew there’d be words. “Hey, can I see you for a second?” He asked, looking at you with a stern expression.

The drummer you were sitting on looked at you with a confused expression. “But I’m comfy.” You whined with a pout.

“I don’t care, you’re my girlfriend, come on.” He said, coming over and taking you from the other drummer who just stared at you dumbfounded. You never mentioned anything about a partner. He spewed out apology after apology as his band mates laughed while you got borderline dragged out of the room.

Steven dragged you back to Guns recording room. You thought he’d take you to a closet or empty room, maybe his car or something but no.

He sat back on the couch but when you tried to sit down he pushed you off the couch. You looked at him with furrowed brows.

He unzipped his jeans and pat his thigh. You moved between his legs, heat building between your own as you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“The fuck are you doing?” Slash asked as he watched you, though the question was directed at Steven.

“She wanted attention.” Steven stated and pulled himself out of his boxers. You hit your lip and hesitantly took him into your mouth. Cheeks heating up as you felt four sets of eyes on you, Stevens head rolling back already.

You started moving up and down on his length, gagging slightly around him as soft groans left him.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed that Slash was palming himself through his jeans, you could hear Duff groaning as well. While you couldn’t see Izzy or Axl you figured they were both in similar situations.

You just wanted attention from your boyfriend, not everyones eyes on you as you sucked Steven off. You wanted a reaction from him but you didn’t think it’d be this.

You kept going, eyes watering and tears trickling down your cheeks, mixing with the drool slipping out the corners of your mouth.

Steven was twitching down your throat, his head relaxed on the back of the couch as moans left him.

“Fuck.” Duff groaned. You hadn’t realized he’d come up beside you, now stroking himself not far from your face. “You’re so pretty like that.” You stared up at the tall blond, letting Steven take control and thrust up into you.

“Aw, look at that.” Slash chimed, also jerking himself off at the sight of your lips wrapped around Stevens cock. “Getting all starry eyed when someone calls you pretty.” He gently rubbed your wet cheek with a finger.

“Is that all you wanted?” Steven asked, caressing your cheek. You nodded, still taking him in your mouth. “Well, that’s to bad.” He pulled you off of him and got you to your feet just to push you onto the couch and push into your needy cunt. “Shouldve thought about that before being a whore.”

Steven started slamming into you at a brutal pace, not giving you a moment of peace. Loud moans and sobs ripped from your throat as you body bounced from his harsh thrusts, the only thing keeping your head from repeatedly banging against the wall was Duffs arm he had resting on the couch, specifically put there so you wouldn’t get hurt.

Even with Stevens aggressive pace and cold words, feeling everyone’s eyes on you knowing they were getting off on the sight, the few praises you got for simply sitting pretty for them was enough to get that hot knot building in your gut.

Stevens arms wrapped around you, pulling you up so you were held tight against his chest. Slash lazily reached for you chest and Steven held up your shirt for him. He stuffed the hem in your mouth and bit your neck. “You need to shut up more.” He whispered in your ear.

“Fuck you, I like hearing her.” Axl grunted, you could tell he was getting close. Everyone was getting close but no one wanted to cum first.

You reached down to rub yourself but Steven slapped your hand away. “Oh, come on,” Duff chimed, “she’s been good.” He reached over and lightly toyed with you. Slash groped your chest, pinching your nipples between his calloused fingers.

It all finally boiled over and the knot inside you finally came undone. Waves of heat washed over you, jolts of pleasure rocketing through your body and making you shake.

Your mind was wrecked. Everything was foggy, the guys voices were all muffled and you weren’t entirely sure what was happening. All you knew was that finally Steven was holding you tightly and lovingly, kissing you sweetly all over, whispering praises in your ear just as you had wanted when you came down in the first place.

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depesworld

3 years ago

I'm back again, lol, sorry 😚