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subby slash

contents: submissive slash, dominant reader, praising, handcuffing, nicknames

warning: it goes straight to the point because I was too lazy to come up with a background story

word count: 410

You had him handcuffed to the bed with only his jeans on, his rock hard bulge obvious in his pants. You’ve waited for this moment forever, to just see him so helpless on your bed like this. You were only in your white cotton panties, nipples hard. You crawled on top of him, straddling his lap. He looked up at you, desire in his eyes. You lowered yourself on him and grinded against his raging boner, feeling the friction it made against your sensitive clothed clit.

He let out a whine and bucked his hips up, almost pouting from the feeling of your pussy against him. You couldn’t help but to moan softly yourself, his hardness pressed against you causing you to get more aroused. “Please, ride me” He begged under his breath. You pressed a soft peck to his lips before speaking, “Just trust me.” You unbuttoned his jeans to slide them off, as well as his pre-cum stained boxers. You took your panties off before repositioning yourself, taking his cock and positioning it at your entrance.

He winced in pleasure at the slight touch before you sunk down onto his cock slowly, taking every inch inside of your pussy. You started to move your hips, grinding back and forth. “It’s too much, it’s too much” He whimpered and whined. “It’s okay, you can take it sweetheart,” you encouraged as your hips increased in pace. He squirmed around as his whimpers became frequent with every move of your hips. You could see him struggling as he tried to tug away from the handcuffs as if it’ll do any good. Moans started to fall out of your mouth, feeling his cock hit all the right places.

He started to huff and pant, sweating profusely. You knew he was close as you felt his cock twitch. You became closer and closer aswell, moving your hips faster before you clamp down onto his cock, riding out your orgasm. Feeling you clamp down onto his cock as your body twitches and convulses in pleasure around him was enough to send him over the edge as he started to shoot warm ropes of cum into you, painting your walls. His eyes rolled back and your back arched before you both came down, trying to regain composure.

You lifted yourself off his cock and put on your clothes, uncuffing him afterwards. “You did so well,” you praised before pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead.

hi, i don't know if you're taking requests but i loved your slash fic, can i request something like slash and his girlfriend getting married (doesn't matter how, if it's big or small or just Vegas style, i trust you 😉) and after or during the thing they just run and hide to have sex

you dont have to do it it you dont want to but i love your wriiiite (my english is not really good, i’m sorry if something is wrong)

november rain

contents: fluff, smut, dom!slash x sub!reader, praise kink, degradation kink, name calling

p.s of course I don’t mind requests, I’ll write almost anything. also I know november rain is about refrained love but fuck it LMAO that’s the first thing I thought of

word count: 833

After dating for so many years, you and slash have decided to take it to another level and get married. You’ve dreamed of a day like this, to walk down the aisle someday dressed in white. But you never thought it would’ve been as perfect as this. You walked down the aisle, holding onto your white dress to walk better. You could see Slash, dressed in a suit and tie. He could have never looked better. Axl and the rest of the members watched nearby as I was soon facing Slash, staring into his eyes with a warm smile on his face.

You didn’t even realize the man had stopped talking and was waiting for you to reply. “I do,” you said, snapping back in. “I do,” Slash replied. You planted your lips onto his gently and he put the ring on your finger. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist. Axl was sitting there, rolling his eyes and staring at you & Slash with a pissed look. Slash was focused on you and your eyes stared into Axl’s with confusion. You ignored it, focusing on Slash. You noticed Slash suddenly had a boner, your cheeks flushing a light pink.

“Excuse us,” he mutters before picking you up in his arms with ease. You were taken by surprise as he leads you away to the nearest hotel. He sets you down on the bed and you were very confused yet flustered. “What the fuck is happening?” You ask. “You look so goddamn beautiful in that dress, I just can’t help but to think how beautiful you would look in it after I fuck you until your legs shake.” He muttered, positioning his hips between your legs and rubbing your waist. You could feel his boner through his pants pressing against your thigh.

His words take you by surprise, you don’t know whether to be confused or turned on but you’re both at this point. “Just let me take care of you baby,” he whispers into your ear as he rubs you through your panties underneath your dress. Your lips part as you take a sharp inhale, feeling so sensitive already. “You’re so wet and I barely haven’t even done anything,” he teased before leaning down to kiss your neck. You tilted your head back, allowing him to get further access to your neck. He sucked on your neck, leaving hickeys all over it. You whine needily, aching desperately for his touch.

He reaches down and shoves his hand down past the waistband of your panties and rubs your clit slowly. “Oh, fuck” you whimper, bucking your hips. He let out a hum in satisfaction before taking your underwear off. He enters a finger inside of you, slowly fingering you. You gasp softly, looking at him as his finger thrusts inside of you. “So fucking beautiful and wet for me, hm?” He teases playfully, speeding up his pace and adding another finger. You wince in pain for a second after he adds another finger, the pain soon fading away and turning into pleasure.

You buck your hips up and arch into his touch. Just as you’re about to moan, he slips out his fingers. Before you could react, he replaces his fingers with his hard cock. He enters slowly inside of you, inch by inch. You gasp in surprise and pleasure at the same time, squirming at the feeling of him. He sits there inside of you for a few moments in order for you to accommodate his size before thrusting slowly and gently. “Fuck, squeezing my cock so well,” he groans. His pace slightly increases and you grip onto the sheets lightly, getting lost in the sensation of him fucking you. You moan softly which only spurrs him on, causing him to go faster and harder on you.

Next thing you know he’s pounding into you, pressing down onto your stomach. “Mmhh cmon, wanna’ feel you cum all over my cock,” He grunts as he watches his cock go in and out of you. “You’re so beautiful my love, taking that cock like a good little slut” he says, hunger in his voice. You couldn’t help but to wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer. “Please ‘tstoo much, I’m gonna cum” you whimper out, fluttering on his pistoning cock. He chuckles darkly in response and pounds into you faster.

“Gonna fill this sweet little pussy up so good, y’know that?” He groans before his thrusts start to become sloppy. Your body starts to tense up and your mouth drops open. Your face contorts and your head tilts back. Your legs shake and you cry out loudly as you coat his cock with your cum. He follows after you, filling your pussy up with his hot seed spurt after spurt. He collapses onto you, panting lightly.

“Knew you’d look gorgeous dumbfucked in that dress” he murmurs with a sly smirk on his face.

PROLOGUE

w.c 1.2k

tags. original female character, mentions of smoking, busy work environment, i don't think theres any more warnings. this chapter is pretty tame but duff is smitten.

a/n. once again thank you all for the support and encouragement on my works! i put in a lot of time and effort and i hope you all enjoy them as much as i do writing them. feedback is always appreciated!

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Los Angeles smelled different.

Back in Seattle, the air was damp with rain, laced with the sharp bite of gasoline and coffee. Here, everything was drier, hotter—like a sunbaked concrete jungle mixed with car exhaust, grilled meat, and something vaguely metallic from the kitchen vents.

Duff McKagan had only been in LA for a few weeks, and the reality of it was setting in fast: dreams didn't pay rent. He needed money, and fast, which was why he was standing in front of a steakhouse instead of playing bass in some dingy club.

Black Angus wasn't exactly where he pictured himself when he decided to move here, but his brother, Bruce McKagan, had a job lined up for him—but not on the dining room floor. Oh no, his day-glo blue hair was too distracting. Duff's new job: dishwasher. It wasn't glamorous, but neither was being homeless.

With a long, deep breath, Duff pushed open the heavy wooden double doors and stepped inside.

The noise hit him first—forks clinking against plates, the low murmur of conversation, waitresses calling out orders. The kitchen, partially visible from where he stood, was alive with movement: flames flaring up from the grill, line cooks moving in a well-rehearsed dance, the clatter of pans slamming onto burners.

And then—

"Look who finally showed up," a familiar voice called.

Duff turned as Bruce emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a rag. His older brother was dressed in the standard manager get-up: button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled, hair slightly disheveled, expression hovering between amused and vaguely exasperated.

"You look a bit lost," Bruce smirked.

"Just taking it all in," Duff said, shoving his hands into his jean pockets.

Bruce clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Welcome to the glamorous world of dishwashing, little brother."

Duff snorted. "Yeah, can't fuckin' wait."

Bruce grinned and jerked his head toward the back. "Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone."

The kitchen was hotter than the front of the restaurant, thick with the smell of butter, charred meat, and something greasy sizzling in the fryer. Steam curled from the dish pit where another worker was elbow-deep in sudsy water, stacking plates onto a drying rack.

"Alright," Bruce said, steering Duff past the prep station where a guy with a cigarette hanging from his lips was aggressively chopping onions. "That's Tony—he preps in the afternoons and works the line at night. Don't piss him off."

Tony didn't even glance up from his cutting board, but he grunted in acknowledgment.

Bruce continued walking. "That's Manny on grill, Paula on fryers—"

The introductions blurred together, a mix of names, faces, and brief nods. The kitchen was a well-oiled machine, and Duff was pretty sure he was about to be the next wrench thrown into it.

And then—

"This is Cynthia."

Duff turned, and for a second, the noise of the kitchen faded into the background.

She was leaning against the counter near the order window, flipping through a notepad, her pen tapping absently against the stainless steel. Her blonde hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame her face. She had a sharpness to her—something about the way she carried herself, like she had everything handled and didn't need anyone's help.

When Bruce said her name, she glanced up, her brown eyes flicking toward Duff for the briefest moment before dropping back to her notepad.

"Cynthia," Bruce said, "this is my brother, Duff. He's the new dishwasher."

She gave a small, barely interested nod. "Cool."

Duff felt like he should say something—anything. "Uh, nice to meet you."

"Yeah, you too." She didn't look up.

Bruce smirked. "If you have any questions, ask me or Cynthia."

At that, Cynthia finally looked at Duff properly. Her gaze wasn't unkind, just assessing—like she was trying to determine if he was worth acknowledging.

"Just don't get in my way, and we'll get on fine," she retorted.

Then she was gone, striding toward the dining area, already focused on something else.

Duff exhaled. "She's... efficient."

Bruce snorted. "Don't take it personal. She's been here a while—knows this place inside and out. You? You're just another new guy."

"Right. Another dishwasher she won't remember by next week."

Bruce clapped him on the back. "That's up to you, kid."

Dishwashing was exactly as awful as Duff expected.

The sink water was too hot, the plates were crusted with food that had no business existing, and the steam from the dish machine made everything feel soggy. His fingers were already bright red and pruny, his arms sore from scrubbing.

Still, it wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was Cynthia.

Not in a bad way—just in a distracting way.

Duff caught himself watching her more than once, though he tried to be subtle about it. She was quick on her feet, moving between tables and the kitchen with practiced ease. Her voice cut through the noise whenever she called out an order or shot back a sarcastic remark at the cooks.

Cynthia was confident. Unshakable. Completely at home in the chaos.

Duff, on the other hand, was struggling to keep up with the never-ending pile of dishes.

At one point, Cynthia came back to the kitchen to grab a refill. On impulse, Duff decided to try and talk to her.

"So, uh... Cynthia, do you like working here?" Duff liked the way her name felt in his mouth—soft but steady, like a melody that stuck even after the song was over.

She barely glanced at him as she filled a glass with Coke. "It's a job."

"Right." He scrubbed at a stubborn stain on a plate. "Seems kinda crazy."

She let out a dry laugh. "You should see weekends."

Duff smiled, encouraged. "Guessing it's not your dream job either?"

"Dreams don't pay rent."

He hesitated. "Yeah, but if you could do anything else, what would it be?"

For a second, Cynthia looked at him like she might actually answer.

Instead, she grabbed the drink and walked off.

Duff sighed. Strike one.

By closing time, Duff was exhausted. His back ached, his arms were sore, and his shirt was damp from the heat of the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Cynthia, looked as composed as ever. She was leaning against the counter, talking to another waitress, her laughter carrying over the low hum of the closing shift.

Duff didn't realize he was staring until Bruce walked up beside him.

"You survived," Bruce said.

"Barely."

Bruce halfheartedly chuckled. "You'll get the hang of it."

Duff rubbed the back of his neck. "Place is busier than I expected."

"You should see Saturdays." Bruce glanced over at Cynthia, then back at Duff. "What do you think?"

"About what?"

Bruce raised a confused eyebrow. "The job."

"Oh. Uh—yeah. It's fine." Duff paused. "It's work."

Bruce studied him for a second, then shook his head, amused. "Right."

Duff wasn't sure what Bruce was implying, but he didn't ask. Instead, he stretched, rolling out his sore shoulders.

Across the room, Cynthia grabbed her denim jacket, slinging it over one shoulder effortlessly. As she turned, the dim dining room light shined a few pins fastened to the fabric—one of them the unmistakable winged logo of Aerosmith. The red and white design was a little faded, edges worn like it had been there for years.

Duff's lips quirked slightly. Aerosmith. He wouldn't have pegged her as a fan, but then again, he didn't know much about her—not yet.

She disappeared through the door without a second glance.

But he had a feeling he'd be learning soon enough.

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hey all! i have had a few other ideas for another GNR fanfic for about three weeks now and I can’t seem to get it out of my head. I was wondering if I do end up writing it, which plot sounds more interesting/who would be the romantic lead?

DUFF: it’s 1984, and duff mckagan, a 20-year-old musician from seattle, moves to LA to chase his rockstar dreams. but reality hits hard—he needs a job. thanks to his brother, he lands a gig as a dishwasher at black angus, a steakhouse.

enter: claudia atkins, an 18-year-old waitress who’s been working there since she was 16. she’s tough, smart, and has zero patience for wannabe rockstars. when duff sees her for the first time, he’s instantly smitten, almost knocked over by how perfect she is.

despite his awkward attempts to get her attention, claudia isn’t impressed by his punk hair or measly rock dreams. but as the two spend more time together, they start to see there’s more to each other than they thought. can duff balance trying to get a band together and his growing feelings for claudia? or will they pull away before they get started?

AXL: it’s 1979, and axl rose, a 17-year-old with a lot of anger and a broken home, is acting out—skipping school, getting into fights, and causing trouble at every turn. his life feels like one big mess, made worse by the recent discovery of his real father, william rose sr.

then, heather clayton moves in next door.

heather is sweet, smart, and has the perfect family—everything axl never had. but despite their differences, heather sees through axl’s tough exterior and slowly starts to crack his walls. as the summer goes on, the two form an unlikely bond—one that challenges axl to confront his anger and maybe even open his heart.

Steven: Do you wanna see how rude I am?

Steven: *punches wall*

Steven:

Steven: take me to the hospital