Feb. 2025!

born to be his lover , forced to be his fan ‹/𝟹

they def fucked before and after that performance

Take a shot

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!

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.

he wants that cookie so bad 😭😭

nah girl, you can enjoy a song or any form of art without liking the person/people behind it

just cus you like something someone did, does NOT mean you like THEM

Separating the art from the artist is one of the dumbest concepts I’ve ever heard.

You can’t fully separate the artist from their art because the art is an extension of the artist’s mind. They are the creator, and their work is a reflection of their thoughts and imagination. Even if their mind produced bad things, it doesn’t diminish their creativity or artistic ability.

“I respect him as an artist / musician, but I don’t like his life / personal choices” - Who’s to say those choices didn’t shape the very art you admire? Without them, it might not even exist. Great art often emerges from struggle, pain, and so-called “bad” choices - creativity thrives in chaos just as much as in beauty.

Good and bad are just labels society imposes - no one is entirely one or the other. Free yourself from those constraints and live according to what truly fulfills you.

If you enjoy their work, you’re acknowledging the person behind it, flaws and all. You can’t pick and choose which parts of someone’s existence you want to appreciate without being hypocritical.

Guys will say "hear me out" then show you a picture of Angelina Jolie from 2005 while girls will say "hear me out" and then show you a picture of some fictional character who's a psychopath.