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Jealousy (Axl Rose)

Jealousy

Axl Rose x Reader

Smut

WARNINGS: profanities, sexual content

Word Count: 1,583

Y/N’s POV:

I was sitting on the bench in the skatepark watching Izzy. He landed a flip and I cheered him on. “Woo hoo!! Go Izzy!” I said jokingly. Axl was sitting next to me and I could tell he was aggravated. “Axl what’s wrong?” He opened his mouth to answer but Izzy walked up and began to speak. “Hey Y/N you wanna go get ice cream or something?” I smiled at him and thought about his offer. I did love ice cream. “Sure Iz. Let’s go.” I stood up to walk away but Izzy looked behind us. “Hey Axl you wanna join us?” Axl stood up and looked at us. “Me? Oh no I wouldn’t wanna disturb you two. Go ahead. Have fun.” He said sarcastically. Oh no. He was upset.

Izzy shrugged his shoulders and began walking. “Hey Iz I’ll catch up with you in a minute.” Izzy nodded and continued to walk. I walked up to Axl and put a hand on his shoulder. “Axl baby what’s wrong?” He looked at me with disgust. “What’s wrong? Oh y’know nothing just that my best friend is going on a date with my girlfriend y’know...Oh! And did I mention they planned it in front of me? And she said yes to him? Yeah I know right? Completely understandable.” The sarcasm in his voice was painfully obvious. “Axl it’s not a date.” I said, trying to be calm. How could he think it’s a date? Izzy and I have been friends for years now and I didn’t understand how Axl could think we were anything but that. “Not a date? Ya right Y/N. ya know what? I’m done. I’m done dealing with your bullshit all the time. If you wanted to fuck Izzy you could habe just told me to leave!” Now he was yelling and it kind of scared me. Axl yells all the time but usually it’s at his band mates. Not me. “Axl please calm down. I don’t feel like that about Izzy. Never have and never will. Shit y’know what? I won’t talk to him anymore if you don’t want me to.” I tried to hold his hand but he jerked it away. “Yeah I’m sure you will Y/N. Get the fuck away from me and stay away. Forever.” He walked away cursing under his breath. Forever? He wanted me out of his life forever. Tears flowed down my face like a waterfall. Why was I so stupid? Izzy sat down next to me but I didn’t mind looking at him. “Y/N are you okay? What happened?” His brows were furrowed and he looked concerned. “H-he l-left m-me Iz” I sobbed. Izzy rubbed my back comfortingly. “Y/N I know Axl. Trust me he won’t be able to go a day without you. I can drop you off at your apartment if you want.” I looked up at Izzy and smiled. He had always been there for me like a true friend. “yeah..Thanks Iz.” I walked to his car and he drove me to the apartment Axl and I shared. The ride was silent except for my faint sniffles every so often. When we arrived at the apartment building I stayed in the car a few minutes before finally working up the courage to go. I slowly made my way to the elevator of the apartment building as I felt my heartbeat quikening. Axl just told me not that long ago he never wanted to see me again yet here I am about to go see him. When I finally arrived at the apartment I struggled with my keys before finally being able to open the door. To the right side of me on the ground was a lamp. It appeared to be destroyed. I loved that lamp. My eyes continued to search the room until I saw Axl. He was sitting in the corner of the room with his hands buried in his face. He had no clue I came in and he was mumbling things to himself. I listened for a moment to hear what he was saying. “You’re such a fucken screw up Axl. Everything in my life that is good I fucken mess up. There is no way Y/N will want me back now.”

Axl’s POV:

After arguing with Y/N at the park I decided to go home. How could she want to spend time with Izzy when she had me? When I said it like that I realized how stupid I sounded. Izzy was Y/N’s best friend and I have no right to tell her she can’t be friends with him. God damnit. I made a mistake..a big mistake. I walked into my apartment and shoved the lamp that was next to me. It fell onto the floor and shattered. I’ll replace it. I walked through the living room and kicked as many things as I possibly could. My back ran into the wall in the corner of the room and I slid down it. I took my face in my hands and began to cry. I hated crying but this was necessary. I just told Y/N, the most important person in my life, to leave and never come back. I mumbled to myself, “You’re such a fucken screw up Axl. Everything in my life that is good I fucken mess up. There is no way Y/N will want me back now.” Then I heard Y/N’s voice. “Yes I do Axl. I want you back.” I looked up and saw Y/N. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face was red and blotchy. She had been crying. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her. “A-Axl I’m so so sorry. I sh-shouldn’t have b-been h-hanging out with I-Izzy as much as I h-have b-been.” She cried into my chest. Now I felt like complete shit. I was the one in the wrong and somehow she was sorry? I didn’t deserve the amount of love she gave me. “No no no Y/N please listen to me. It is not your fault at all ok? I am the one that should be apologozing okay? You and Izzy have a good friendship and I should have been understanding of that. I’m so, so sorry.” I kissed the top of her head and held her tightly. “It’s ok Ax. I just wanna enjoy the rest of the night ok? No more drama shit.” She said quietly. I laughed slightly, “Of course honey.”

Narrator’s POV:

“Let me make it up to you baby.” Axl whispered to Y/N. She nodded her head and Axl led her to their bedroom. Axl closed the door behind them and locked it. Axl slowly walked towards Y/N. She was now sitting on the bed. “I’m gonna make you feel so good sweetheart. You deserve it for putting up with my shit.” Axl whispered and connected his lips with Y/N’s. Their tongues fought for dominance, but Axl won. Axl began making a trail of kisses down her neck. He then slowly removed her shirt with ease. Then came her skirt. She usually doesn't wear skirts but today she felt like it. Axl slipped it off of Y/N and threw it to the other side of the room. He kissed her neck again and eventually began leaving kisses on her shoulder. He used his teeth to slide her bra strap down her shoulder and kissed the bare skin. He reached a hand behind her to unclasp Y/N’s bra and let it join the pile of clothing on the floor. He took her right breast in his mouth and the other in his hand. A soft moan escaped her lips as he moved to Y/N’s other breast. She was now very aware of the wetness in between her legs. Axl slowly kissed down her stomach. He left a soft kiss on her clothed vulva. “Axl please stop teasing!” she begged. He chuckled lowly and nodded his head, “Alright princess.” He removed her panites and sat them with her skirt and other clothing. His mouth took over her heated opening and he began sucking her off. “Axl!...Oh god.”She moaned. She continued to gasp and moan as he sucked on her engorged clit. Y/N pulled lightly on Axl’s beautiful red hair. “Axl I-I need you in me” She whined. He freed himself of his jeans and t-shirt and crawled on top of her. He lined his hard cock with her entrence and slammed mercilessly into her. SheI moaned his name loudly with each rough thrust. “Your so fucking tight Y/N” he groaned. “Baby I’m….I’m so close.” Y/N moaned. The pleasure was too much to handle. “Not yet baby..just hold on a little bit longer” Axl said in a hushed voice. All it took was a few more thrusts when Axl felt his high coming. His thrusts started to get sloppy and he looked Y/N in the eyes. “Cum for me baby.” He whispered and they both released their cum at the same time. They whispered various cuss words as they reached down from their highs. He pulled out of Y/N and collapsed next to her on the bed. Axl pulled Y/N to his chest and cuddled her. He played with her hair before she whispered “I love you Axl.” “I love you to Y/N”

Hello!~This was definitely probably the most smut story I have written so far lol. I hope you enjoyed it! Have a great day and remember you are beautiful! :) ♥︎

Sunset love ch. 5: The things you don’t know

Axl's words reverberated in the air around them. Had he really just said that? 

The hand on Slash's arm was stroking his skin now, slowly. Slash didn't shake it off. The hand moved to his chest, snaking up under his t-shirt and to his nipples, Axl's fingertips caressing them and pulling them gently to tight little knots.

Slash's throat constricted. He exhaled slowly, trying not to reveal how turned on he was - but he heard the other man chuckle. 

"Seriously, what the fuck are we doing..." managed Slash. "We're not fucking fags..."

"Shut up," came Axl's voice, a gruff whisper now. Slash felt incredible softness on his chest as Axl drew his lips from one nipple to the other, biting with his lips over his teeth at first, then teeth only, gently, eliciting sharp gasps that Slash realised were coming from his own mouth. He couldn't help raising his hands to Axl's hair, clutching clumps of it as he tried to deal with the desperate pleasure coursing through him. He tried not to pull too hard but he felt the other man tilt back his head and moan. 

"Do that again, baby."

As soon as he heard that word, Slash felt a rush of blood to his groin and moisture prickling his eyes. Axl had just called him "baby".  

Slash pulled harder on Axl's hair and relished the feeling of Axl throwing back his head even farther, raising himself on his arms and emitting slow growls from deep within his throat. Slash pushed himself up on one hand and crushed their mouths together. Teeth, lips and tongues frantically collided, pushing, exploring.

They fell back onto the wood. Slash pulled Axl to the side and under him so that Slash was on top, enjoying the feeling of the other man trapped between his legs. He searched in the dark for Axl's waistband, expertly pulling open the button and zip - he had done this often enough with women - and pulling the other man's jeans down his thighs. Strong fingers were at his own fly, Axl picking apart the knot in the laces. Passionate kisses again as they both kicked off their pants, limbs clashing, legs entwining. 

"Commando, I like it," said Axl, pushing his fingers down into Slash's crotch.

Slash had to grin. "What can I say, I've never been the type to wear underwear."

"You little fuckin' tease," growled Axl. He took Slash's cock full into his hand, palming its length, using his thumb to circle precum all over the tip. The delicious swimming in Slash's head took over again, making him shut his eyes tight and moan softly. He was helpless now, wanting this to go on forever. 

Slash felt Axl's head slide down his torso and realised what was about to happen. 

"Fuuuuck," he groaned as he felt smooth lips slide over the tip of his cock and down. Axl was sucking now, gently at first, then harder as Slash became more engorged, filling the other man's mouth and feeling his tip graze the back of Axl's throat. Axl gagged but didn't lose his grip, pumping him with his mouth, sending Slash's eyes rolling back in his head. Somewhere among the psychedelia going on in his brain, Slash realised what they were doing, that they were going farther than last night; somewhere in his mind, a voice questioned it but that voice was weak, so weak, compared to the screaming need in his cock that drowned out all sense, all reason.

The throbbing in his dick was intensifying. He had his hand on the back of Axl's head, feeling it move up and down on him; it was too much, he couldn't take it any more but he didn't want the pleasure to stop. He pushed himself farther forward, feeling teeth glancing off his dick, irresistible suction pulling him in. 

Slash whimpered as fireworks went off behind his eyes. Hot liquid coursed through him and he exploded into Axl's mouth. 

He fell back onto the boards, divine aftershocks running through his chest and down his arms and legs. His cheek touched off the cool wood. He reached out for Axl.

"Did you... swallow?" he asked tentatively, taking the other man into his arms. He felt Axl nodding as his hot breath blew on Slash's chest. 

The things I don't know about this guy, thought Slash. He filed the thought away in his mind for later. He had space in his head only for what they were doing right now. 

They were lying on their sides, chest to chest, arms thrown over each other, noses rubbing gently, delicate kisses coming thick and fast as Slash came down from his orgasm. He wriggled to circle a leg around Axl's hips and lifted him on top. His weight felt so good. Axl's deep, sexy chuckle made him smile. 

"Soooo," Axl murmured, stroking Slash's hair. "Does this mean what I think it does?"

Slash nodded mutely. He was scared but his desire was stronger. 

"Greedy little bitch," Axl hissed in his ear.

Introducing....

Duff Rose "King of Beers" McKagan

Age: 23

Birthday: February 5, 1961

Sup, I'm the sassy, sexy, bass playing night owl known as the King of Beers. If you haven't figured it out already I fucking love to party hard. I also love to make and play music...that might be why I was in so many bands before Guns n Roses. That's neither here nor there though. If you see me around don't be afraid to come chat. I won't bite....hard.

THIS IS A ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT! DO NOT TAKE ANYTHING THAT IS SAID PUBLICLY OR PRIVATELY AS FACT OR SERIOUSLY! That being said the person behind this account is an adult and will not be roleplaying with minors under any circumstances.

can i get stepsibling smut (not blood related) between steven adler x reader pls. 🤤🤤🤤 pretty pretty pls. I'm dying😭 i need my kinky smut helpp me out🥲

ur wish is my command :3

☠︎︎ 𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔰𝔬 𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔶 ☠︎︎

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warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, stepbro!steven x stepsis! reader, rough sex, stepsibling kink, jealousy, if i missed anything hmu, otherwise happy reading :3

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You and Steven never really got along.

You were mostly forced to because your parents were out on date nights damn near every weekend, so you two were left alone pretty frequently. He was pretty cute, but you thought it was weird to think this way, so you quickly brushed it off.

He never really looked at you unless he needed to ask you a question, like 'what time is it?' but even when you weren't looking, his big blue eyes burned a hole in the back of your head, and the thought of it made you cheeks heat up, but you didn't think much of it. He brought his band over, and they always shared some wandering eyes. You never really thought much of it, until you noticed Steven was too, and he looked a bit jealous when they did. You didn't fit the puzzle pieces together well, and just assumed he was being protective.

You were watching a movie, until you noticed his band leaving, "Later, Y/N." Izzy said, as he was the last one to head out and shut the door behind him. Steven came downstairs to the kitchen while you were just getting up from the couch to get something to drink because the popcorn made you thirsty and your movie was nearing it's end. Steven went to grab a snack from the cupboard while you went to the fridge. You didn't really think much and ignored him until he asked you a question.

"Did you like it when the guys stared at you?"

You froze, cheeks heating up to a candy red. You slowly turned around to face him, and there he was, staring right into your eyes expectantly. "What?" you said shakily. He inched closer, "Yes or no? Did you like it when the guys stared at you? Or did you like when I stared at you?" He said boldly, his face getting closer to yours on the last part. Your legs were shaking, before you gathered up courage to say, "just you."

His lips curled to a devious smirk before they crashed down onto yours. You were surprised but quickly melted into it, he turned you around and backed you up onto the island. Your tongues explored what they could, and teeth sometimes clashed, "Jump." he mumbled against your lips. You did so, and he carried you upstairs to your bedroom with ease. He dropped you down on your back and rested a bit of his weight on you, pressing his raging hard-on against your clothed heat. You let a soft moan out and bucked your hips involuntarily, ripping a grunt from him.

He lifted your shirt up and quickly unclipped your bra to feast on your breasts. He took one nipple between his thumb and index, while his tongue flicked on the other. You let out a whine, your hands gripping the back of his head. "So perfect..." He mumbled against your breast. He moved back up and went to undo his belt buckle. He let his jeans fall, his hard cock springing free and hitting his abdomen. He got back on top of you and lifted your hips to pull down your shorts.

"Are you ready for me, doll?"

He asked for confirmation, you nod in response, and he lined himself up with your entrance before slowly thrusting in. You gasped and tilted your head back from the pleasure-pain. He stopped and looked up at you for permission to start moving, to which you nod. When you nodded, he pulled out until just the tip was in, before he bottomed out again, a bulge forming in your stomach as he does so. You let out a loud moan, which seems to spur him on.

Soon enough, he's slamming to the hilt inside you roughly over and over, making you let out whiny moans and cries as he slams against your g-spot continuously. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, and you can't get enough. Tears of pleasure won't stop streaming down your cheeks as you get driven closer to your orgasm. "Fuck! S-Steven! m'so close, please!" You cry out, squeezing around him, eliciting a deep moan from him, "Cum for me, sweetheart." He says breathlessly, causing him to roll his head back and speed his actions up. This drives you over the edge, the fiery knot in your gut snapping vigorously as you squirt all over his lower stomach.

He continues to fuck you, but slows down, letting you ride out the aftershocks, all while he chases his own release. "Fuuuck, m'gonna cum." He groans out, he speeds up a bit, causing you to whine and cry out. You're still sensitive after the intense orgasm you had, his thrusts causing you to shake and squeeze around him. He lets out more of a higher-pitched moan as he spills his all inside you. He stays where he is inside you until the aftershocks of his orgasm are done sending convulses through him, causing his heavy load to spill out of you a bit. He pulls out while breathing heavily. He lies down next to you, letting you curl up to him. You just sit in silence until he asks you,

"Wanna do this again sometime?"

You giggle and softly hit his chest, but you eventually answered.

"Sure."

It's safe to say that you and Steven got along a lot better than you did before. And apparently 'getting along' is another word for waking up sore every morning.

did i cook or did i flop guys ? 💔

k so im gonna pretend like writing slaxl isnt embarrassing. i kinda really wanna turn that angst oneshot into like a big story (ive alr started writing part 2...). but ive thought of two different versions and ones really depressing and doesnt end well and the other does and idk which one to write

also can u all start sending me more requests i have severe writers block 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

good boy

warnings: weed, high sex, oral (f receiving), handjob x, praise, subby slash :3

a/n: hes actually a little bitch

enjoy ★

It was a Saturday night, and you were at home, waiting for your food to be delivered and watching TV. You were taking a break from going out and drinking and partying and having sex with whatever rockstar you could. You get up when there's a knock on your door, thinking it was your food.

You open the door, "Slash?"

He smiles nervously. You had never seen him this nervous before. "H-hey, um, sorry for just showing up," he was barely making eye contact. He must be sober. You shrug and step to the side, "its fine, it's not like im doing much anyway."

He comes in and shuts the door, "you look different," he says whilst taking in your appearance.

You blush and look down. You were in pyjama bottoms and an old t-shirt. Your hair was slightly messy, and you weren't wearing any makeup or perfume. It was the complete opposite of what he was used to. Usually, you were dressed in crop tops and mini skirts or short shorts. "Oh, yeah, um...I just thought I'd stay home tonight and relax," you shrug. He smiles nervously, "yeah, I get it."

You walk back over to your couch and sit down, gesturing him to follow. "So, why'd you come over?" He blushes and stays quiet for a little while, "the first and last time i met you, all we did was fuck, and it was right before a show so I basically left as soon as we were done, and I felt bad about that, because I'm not actually that kind of guy...I tried looking for you after the show but, I couldn't find you anywhere," he pauses and looks up at you, you could tell how nervous he was, which confirmed that he was sober. "I came over because I want to get to know you...whether that leads to just a nice night, us becoming friends, anything. I just know I want to get to know you."

You smile, "Slash, that's so sweet... I wanna get to know you too," he blushes again and smiles nervously. "Slash?" He looks up, "y-yeah?"

You smile sympathetically, "do you want some weed?" He nods almost immediately. You get up and go to your room, looking through your underwear drawer for it. A few minutes later you come back into the livingroom and roll a joint for you to share.

As he gets high, he gets less nervous, and the two of you spend the night talking about yourselves and getting to know one another, the weed making you tell more personal things than you normally would. You could tell, though, that you could be comfortable around him. That he wouldn't judge you. You felt safe with him.

You spend the night talking and laughing over stupid shit and sharing the food you ordered. A bit into the night, you start noticing him shifting uncomfortably every now and then.

You look down and notice the bulge growing in his pants. You giggle a little, "uh, do you want some help?"

He blushes, "shit, I'm sorry...weed tends to -" he trails off when he notices you moving closer to him. You get up and straddle him, "keep talking" He lets out a quiet whimper, thinking you didn't hear. He clears his throat, "weed makes me sensitive," he mumbles. You look down at him, then start to kiss down his neck.

He whines softly, "... fuck."

You look up at him and lean down to kiss him. He immediately melts into the kiss, his hands finding your waist. You and Slash had slept together before, and he was usually rough. But this time, his touch was so gentle, delicate, almost as if he was afraid to touch you.

You pull away and look down at him, "don't be shy..." He looks up, "but I am," his voice is almost a whisper. You smile and bring a hand down to his stomach. His breath hitches.

You pull his hard cock out of his leather pants, knowing he never wore underwear. He leans his head back and lets out a shaky breath.

You start to move your hand slowly, feeling him twitch in your hand. He lets out a soft whine. You stop and look up at him. The sounds he would make when the two of you had sex were always low moans, groans and grunts. This was different.

You start to move your hand again at a quicker pace. He moans, but it was much higher and whinier than what you had heard before. His hand moves to your thigh, "f-fuck," he squirms as you move your hand faster. You look down at him. He looks right back up at you with the neediest little look.

He keeps staring up at you, squirming and whining while you move your hand faster, "you gonna cum?" He nods, "close, close, hah- please- I'm so close," he moans loudly, much higher pitched than you had heard before.

"Go on," you smile down at him. His back arches slightly and his eyes roll back as he cums all over your hand. You keep moving your hand at the same speed, feeling him twitch.

When you stop, you get off his lap and sit beside him. You look up at him, "on your knees."

He doesn't hesitate and immediately gets off the couch and settles between your legs on the floor. He pulls your pyjama pants down, followed by your panties. He looks up at you. You nod, "go ahead..." He starts lapping at your folds, alternating between sucking your clit and sticking his tongue in your hole.

You grab a fistful of his hair, holding him down. You were practically riding his face, moaning out random praises. "Fuck, don't stop!" He starts sucking on your clit and sticks two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out. You moan slightly louder, "oh fuck, that's it, good boy," he whines, sending vibrations through your body.

You look down at him and see him staring up at you through his eyelashes, "yeah? You like that?" He moans against your clit, sending more vibrations through your body. "Fuck- hah- don't stop!" You cry out louder as you squirt all over his face.

When he pulls away, you pull him up, "you're such a good boy," he whines again. You lean in and kiss him, then pull away.

You both realise you're not entirely sure what to do now. "So...do you wanna stay over...?" You ask awkwardly. He smiles and nods, pulling you close and kissing you again. He was clearly more comfortable now.

hes gonna take it like a good boy

daddy 🎀

a/n: i sort of rushed this and idk if the smut is good or not...now that ive done a daddy slash fic. subby slash (aka biblically accurate slash) comes next 😈 enjoy ★

warnings: smut, thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), daddy kink, age gap, overstim, praise, aftercare :3

You and London were friends. You were best friends, you knew each other because his dad, Slash, was best friends with your dad, Duff and you had been friends your whole lives. You and London hung out all the time, sometimes at your place with your sisters, Grace, and Mae, other times at his place where you would see Slash.

Slash would always welcome you into his home, and he would comfort you during the few times something made you upset around him. He took care of you. You couldn't deny your crush on Slash, but he was way older, so you tried your best to ignore it.

You were at London's, and you were both in his room watching a movie. This was quite a regular occurance. You would always plan to do something exciting, only to stay in eating take-out and watching movies.

Eventually, he started to get tired, so he turned it off and went to sleep.

Like always, he told you you could sleep in his bed with him or in the guest room. Neither of you minded which. You were both comfortable enough with each other that sharing a bed wasn't weird, and sometimes you both just preferred your own space, and neither of you were afraid to admit that.

Tonight, you were too lazy to go to the guest bedroom, but that became a problem when you couldn't sleep. You tossed and turned for hours. So much London had to kick you.

At around 2am, you decided to get up and go downstairs, thinking Slash would be asleep. Even so, you still tried to be quiet going down. You got to the bottom and went towards the living room. The living room didn't have a door, but a doorframe that was maybe slightly bigger than two doors.

All the lights were out, the only light coming from a movie playing in the living room. Slash was awake. You panic internally and decide to turn back and go back upstairs, but Slash had already heard the floorboards creaking.

"Y/N?" He calls out quietly. You shuffle into the room nervously. He looks up at you, seeming unbothered, "what'cha doing up so late?" You mumble, "...couldn't sleep."

He doesn't reply. Instead, he just pats the seat beside him, silently inviting you to watch the rest of the movie with him. You sat down nervously, keeping a distance between you. You both sit silently for a while, just watching the movie. You had been moving slightly closer to him until your shoulders were touching. He noticed, but he didn't say anything at first. He just wrapped an arm around you.

You felt your face heat up. You looked up at him. His focus was on the movie.

Suddenly, you felt a wave of confidence. You didn't care that he was older. You didn't care that he was your best friends dad. You didn't care that he was your dads best friend. You wanted him. More than anything.

You get up from where you were sitting and sit on his lap, facing him. His hands immediately go to your waist. He looks up at you, "what'cha doing, princess?" You felt butterflies in your stomach. It took every ounce of courage in you to keep going and not break down crying from embarrassment.

"please..."

You barely mumble, but it was enough for Slash. His hand slid into your shorts, brushing against your clit through your panties. You gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders slightly. He pulls your shorts and panties down. You lift your hips to help him get them off, and he throws them carelessly on the floor when he does. He spreads his legs slightly so youre sitting on his thigh.

You slowly start grinding against his thigh, digging your nails into his shoulders harder. His hands still on your waist help you grind harder against him. He thrusts his knee up in time with your grinds.

He watches as moans and whimpers spill out of you, "so pretty, just for me," he coos.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, "fuck, feels so good!" You moan. He brings a hand down and starts playing with your clit. Your legs start shaking. He smirks, "gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy?" You moan loudly, "fuck, yes! Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!" He kisses your neck, "yeah? gonna cum for daddy?" He slides two fingers into your needy hole, thrusting them in and out, matching your grinds.

Your back arches, and you moan even louder, "fuck, daddy- hah- I-i can't take it! I'm-i'm gonna cum!" He moves his fingers faster, watching you come completely undone by him, "cum for me baby, show me how much you love it."

Your eyes roll back as you cum, soaking his jeans and babbling random begs and pleas. He keeps rubbing your clit in circles, milking your orgasm, "thats it, good girl." You feel yourself twitching from the overstimulation, "fuck! please, daddy!"

Once you come down from your high, your body relaxes. He pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean, "you taste heavenly, princess." You whine in response. He brings his hand down, flicking your clit every now and then just to hear you whimper or see your body twitch.

After letting you catch your breath, he stands up, keeping a grip on you. Your legs wrap around his waist, and your arms around his neck. He grabs your shorts and panties and carries you up to his bedroom. He throws your panties in the laundry basket and gently lays you down on the bed. "What're you doing?" He looks at you, confused, "I'm taking care of you, darling. What else?" You furrow your eyebrows, "but why?"

He chuckles, "I might be older than you, but I'm no stranger to aftercare, sweetheart," he says as he walks into his en suite bathroom. You hear the tap running, and then it goes silent. He comes back into the room with a damp cloth in his hands. He comes over to you and gently cleans the mess between your legs. You shudder slightly at the coldness.

He slides your shorts back on. You smile tiredly. He pulls the covers around you and kisses your forhead. "You need anything?" You shake your head.

He changes out of his clothes and into boxers and an old t-shirt. He gets into bed beside you. He pulls you close, and you inhale, taking in his scent. Really, he just smelt like the cologne he wore, but you found it intoxicating. You made a mental note to try and steal the t-shirt he was currently wearing before you went home.

You feel yourself getting tired, but then the events of tonight start replaying in your head. How good he made you feel, how warm you felt when he started taking care of you- then you get a gut-wrenching feeling. You were falling for him. Was this bad? Was this wrong? You can't have a relationship with him. Right...? What would people think? What would London think? What would your dad think? You clear your head for now, realising that Slash most likely thought of this as a one-time thing. You close your eyes and slowly drift off.

Hii I love your fics and I am not sure if I already asked you for one but I wanted a fic where slash is taking care of you while your pregnant or something like that I want it a smut and fluff please

(You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to) thank you!!

a/n: can you tell i started to rush the smut near the end?....should i do a slash being the best dad ever fic?? i can so see him as a girl dad tbh... the smut part probably isnt really what you wanted tbh but its the best i could do bc having sex while ur pregnant freaks me out but i didnt wanna get rid of the smut completely cuz boring so i found a loophole enjoy ★

warnings: drunk sex, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), anal sex 😛, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, slight begging?

You sigh as you walk into the livingroom. You were 5½ months pregnant, and it wasn't easy. Your boyfriend, Slash, looks up at you from the couch, "what's wrong?" You frown, "I'm so sick of being pregnant!"

Slash sighs and gently pulls you down onto the couch. He looks at you, "is your stomach heavy?" You pout and nod. He frowns, "I'm sorry, baby... but think about this, you only have about 2½ months left, and then you'll get to hold your baby," he smiles, "is that not something to be excited about?"

You sigh. He had a point. You were undoubtedly excited to hold your baby. He could tell you were still upset and in pain, though. He leans closer and rests his chin on your shoulder, "remember how this happened?" He smirks. Your face goes bright as you think about the last time you had sex.

6 months earlier...

You and Slash had just gotten home from a night out, and you were both pretty drunk. You couldn't stop giggling.

Slash presses you against the front door and starts kissing you. You keep giggling against his lips, but then melt against him and wrap your arms around his neck.

He kisses your jaw and down your neck, biting and sucking slightly. You hum and your hips buck slightly. He puts his knee between your legs for you to grind on. You moan softly, and he grabs your hips. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

He carries you into the kitchen and sets you on top of the island in the middle of the kitchen. He pushes your miniskirt up around your hips, then looks up at you, "feeling brave, are we?" He asks teasingly after seeing you weren't wearing panties. You smile, "a little..." Slash gets down on his knees and starts lapping at your folds. You gasp and moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair. He grips your thighs, spreading them a little more as he flicks your clit with his tongue.

Your moans get louder, and you start grinding against his face. He takes a hand off your thigh and pushes two fingers inside, sucking on your clit. You gasp shakily, "fuck! Slash, please, don't- don't stop!" Your moans get louder and needier as he works his fingers in and out of you faster. You tilt your head back and hold his head down as you squirt all over his face.

He stands up and wipes his face with the hem of his shirt. You grab his shirt and pull it off. He lifts you off the counter and turns you around, bending you over the counter. You gasp at the cold surface against your stomach.

Slash pulls your crop top over your head and tosses it somewhere in the kitchen, and finds you weren't wearing a bra either. He brings his hands around and grabs your tits, squeezing and pinching them. He leans down and starts kissing your neck and down your back.

He pulls his pants down, stroking his already hard cock. He grabs your ass and shoves into you. You moan loudly. He starts thrusting at an already fast pace, "I love how responsive you are, baby," he coos. Your hands move around the counter, desperately looking for something to grab, "fuck! Slash, hah- please!" You moan, not really sure what youre asking for.

Slash smirks and grabs your wrists, holding them behind your back as he thrusts into you faster. He leans down and whispers in your ear, "you gonna cum for me, baby?"

You squeeze your eyes shut, "yes, yes, fuck! Yes!" Slash grabs your hips tight enough to leave bruises, pulling you against him in time with his thrusts. You feel your legs starting to shake, "I-i'm gonna cum!" He groans, feeling his own release nearing, "cum for me, baby," he says, tilting his head back as he pulls out and shoots his load all over your ass. You moan louder and louder, arching your back and feeling your eyes roll as you squirt down the island.

Slash gently lifts you and starts carrying you to your bedroom. Usually, this would be as far as you could go, and now would be the time Slash took to take care of you and put you to bed. But now, you wanted more.

You start kissing his neck, biting and sucking gently as he carries you to your room. Slash smirks, "what'cha' doing, sweetheart?" You don't reply and keep kissing him. He sets you down on the bed, "I'm not fucking you or touching you again, darling. You're already shaking pretty bad," he coos.

You frown. "Please? I'm still wet..."

Slash groans and pulls you further down the bed by your ankles. You gasp. He leans down, "are you really wet? Are you sure it isn't your cum?" You gaze up at him with pleading eyes, "I'm wet. Please, I want it so bad!" He groans again, feeling his cock getting hard again.

You smile and spread your legs. He leans down and kisses you, then pushes into you. You moan into the kiss, and he slips his tongue past your lips. He starts thrusting at an even faster pace than before.

You start to feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach, a little sooner than expected. You could tell Slash was close too when his thrusts start getting sloppy. You moan loudly, "Slash, fuck! Cum in me! Please!" He lets out a low moan, "yeah? Want me to fill you up? Want me to breed you like a little bitch?" Your eyes roll back as you squirt on his dick, "yes, yes, fuck! Please! Yes! Cum in me, please!"

Slash groans and tilts his head back, burying himself balls deep as he cums inside you. You pant heavily, feeling overstimulated.

He pulls out and turns to walk to the bathroom. You giggle and slap his ass. He turns back to look at you, "did you just slap my ass?" You giggle again, "I might've..." He sighs and chuckles as he walks to the bathroom.

You're pulled from your thoughts as you feel something in your stomach. You gasp, "oh- oh! Slash!" He looks at you, startled, "What!? What!? Are you okay!?" You nod, "the baby! It's kicking!" He moves closer, "Really!?" He places a hand on your stomach to feel the baby kicking, "wow, it's kicking pretty hard," he says, then kisses your cheek. You smile and lean into him.

Slash gently wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him. "You feeling okay?" You shrug, "well, my stomach still feels heavy," he chuckles, "well that's expected. Other than that, are you doing okay?"

You nod and nuzzle your face into his chest, "yeah...I think I'm gonna take a nap though," you mumble. Slash kisses your forhead, "you wanna go to bed? I'll come with you." You shake your head, "no, I'm comfortable here." He nods and grabs a blanket, draping it over your body.

Slash carefully wraps his arms around you, "sleep tight, baby."

Needy

a/n: im pretty sure this kind of cockwarming like sleeping with someones dick inside u is dangerous and u can get like a yeast infection or something?? so like dont try it xx also this is my first fic and im really just diving in head first w smut and its cringe. enjoy ★

warnings: smut, cockwarming, semi-public, p in v, squirting, hickeys, i dont think theres anything else its sex idk

You woke up from your nap in Slash's bunk in the tour bus. You sit up groggily, then see Slash sitting next to you. He smiles when he sees that you're awake. "Have a nice nap?" You smile and nod, "yeah, although i do miss my own bed," you reply with a slight frown.

Slash leans closer and whispers in your ear, "You know what I'm in the mood for?" You look up at him, "Slash, no! Don't you remember how pissed Axl got last time?" Slash whines, "please? We've been on tour for two months and we haven't had any time together. I'm starting to lose my mind!" You sigh, "I know, but I don't wanna get into trouble again... Axl was really pissed off last time, and it wasn't even because of the noise! We made a huge mess!" Slash frowns and whines.

You knew how needy Slash already was, but when he went a long time without fucking you or getting off, he only got needier.

He sat pouting for a while, then a wide smile spread across his face, "I've got an idea..." You look over at him with a worried look, "oh no..." He moves around the bunk, then starts to take off his pants.

Your eyes widen, "Slash, what the hell are you doing!?" You asked, whisper yelling because you knew the others were asleep. He kicks his pants off and pumps his already hard cock a few times, then looks up at you, "sit on it?" You stare at him as though he were crazy, "are you insane?" Slash frowns, "you don't even have to do anything! Just sit on it and then we can go to sleep! Please?" He was practically begging at this stage.

You sigh, knowing there would be no changing his mind, and besides, you kind of liked the idea too. Even though you weren't as needy as him, you still hadn't been touched in a long time, and this was better than nothing.

"Fine," you say, with a hint of annoyance.

His eyes light up as he watches you pull your shorts off, then your panties. You grab onto his shoulders and lower yourself onto his cock. He grabs your waist, guiding you down. You let out a slightly loud moan, but Slash presses a hand over your mouth, "Baby, you need to be quiet." You gaze up at him and nod.

He takes his hand away when you're fully seated, then he shifts the two of you so that you can both sleep. You look up at him and feel a wave of excitement wash over you as you realise that you're going to sleep with Slash buried deep inside you.

You start giggling. Slash raises an eyebrow, "what's so funny?" You keep giggling, "this." Slash looks down at you, "how is this funny?" He asks, confused. "Because we're not supposed to be doing it." He sighs but smiles, "we aren't making any noise, and we won't make any messes, so we're not doing anything wrong."

Eventually, your giggles start to die down, and Slash falls asleep first with his arm draped over your waist. You stare at his face for a while, admiring how peaceful he looks when he sleeps. Then you hear footsteps, and you panic, pulling the blanket up over the bottom half of both of you.

Axl pulls the curtain of your bunk open and looks down at the two of you. He could tell Slash wasn't wearing pants, and you weren't wearing a top or bra, so he had his suspicions. "What are you two doing?" You look over your shoulder at him, acting innocent, "we're going to sleep? What are you doing?" He glares at you, still not convinced, "why is Slash naked? And why don't you have a top on?"

You roll your eyes at his ridiculous questions, even though he had every right to be suspicious. "I'm too warm, and Slash usually sleeps naked. Is that really shocking?"

Axl glares at both of you for a second, "I guess not, but you better not be doing anything like last time. I like spending my money on stuff for the band, not on trying to get your mess out of the carpet." You roll your eyes again and wave him away, "yeah, yeah, we get it. Now go away!"

Axl sighs and pulls the curtain closed again, then goes to his own bunk. You look back at Slash, who was still asleep. You nuzzle your head into his neck and slowly start to fall asleep.

When the tour was finally finished, the band was on their way back to L.A. Slash was the most excited. The entire journey back, all he could think about was getting off, whether it was with or without you.

When the two of you finally got back home, he practically shoved you inside the house and into the kitchen, not even bothering to lock the door. He lifts you onto the island in the kitchen and starts kissing your jaw and down your neck, "fuck, I've missed you so much..."

You giggle, "I was with you through the whole tour?" He pulls your top and bra off and grabs your chest, "and I didn't get to see these once, or your pretty little pussy." You turn red and laugh nervously, "they're not that great..."

Slash looks up at you, "are you fucking kidding me?" He says, sounding slightly offended. You frown, "what?"

Slash doesn't reply. Instead, he starts unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down, followed by your panties. You lift your hips slightly to help him. He takes his own leather pants off, pumping his hard cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance.

He pushes into you in one swift motion. You gasp and grab onto his shoulders, "fuck!"

He smirks and starts to slowly thrust into you. He leans forward and starts kissing your neck. You wrap your arms around him, soft whines and moans leaving your lips. He starts to increase the pace, thrusting faster. Your moans start getting louder and needier.

"Fuck! Slash! Please...don't stop, don't stop," you cry out. He reaches down and starts circling your clit with his thumb, "oh baby, I'm not stopping any time soon." You moan louder at the increased pleasure on your clit. Slash leans down and starts sucking on your neck and collarbone, leaving dark purpleish hickeys all over your skin.

The kitchen fills with the sound of your loud moans and Slash's grunts and low moans. You arch your back, feeling yourself getting closer and closer. Slash could tell you were close, feeling your walls tighten around him.

"Fuck! I-I'm gonna cum! Please! Don't stop!" Slash smirks, "cum for me, baby" he says, gripping onto your hips to hold you in place.

You moan loudly, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as you squirt all over his dick. It doesn't take long for him to finish inside you. He pulls out and looks down at you, "you okay, Princess?" You look up at him with lidded eyes and nod lazily. He chuckles softly and picks you up, and carries you to the bathroom.

You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling exhausted and barely able to register being set down on the counter or the cold washcloth between your legs.

Once he's satisfied you're clean, he picks you back up and carries you into your shared bedroom. He sets you down on the bed and goes over to your shared dresser and grabs a clean pair of panties for you, knowing you feel more comfortable wearing them when you go to sleep. He slips them on you, then sits down beside you.

"Are you okay? Do you want any food or water before you go to sleep?" You smile and shake your head. He smiles and kisses your forhead, then pulls you close, "get some rest, darling."

You write so good I need to make a request! Could you mayhaps write some older!Steve x reader who is younger than him? Maybe something smutty like their first time sleeping together and it’s so cute and domestic? Thank u so so much in advance <33

SWEET ANGEL

— we’re gonna act like I didn’t disappear from Tumblr for two months felt a lil silly, but hello !! We defo don’t talk about older Stevie enough. LIKE GYAT DAAAAAYUM I wish he had kids for the sole purpose of me being able to call him a dilf. THIS IS ALSO MY FAVOURITE PHOTO OF RECENT STEVEN EVER LIKE GRAAAH anyway, thank you for the lovely request, hope you enjoy < 3 —

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"Easy..."

Steven cooed, his hands gently tracing along the curve of your waist. They were rough and calloused from years of heavy drumming, yet it was a familiar feeling, only adding to your arousal.

As you lay there beneath him, bare and exposed to only his eyes, you never thought you'd be seen this vulnerable. Especially by someone double your age. The feeling was foreign, as much as you tried to disguise it. You couldn't stop the way your body reacted to every small touch of his fingertips, the way you slightly trembled whenever his eyes lingered on your features. Steven was well experienced, you knew that. Which only leads you to weakly attempt to cover the way your body tensed and your breath hitched with any contact, your eyes closely following his every move.

"Easy, baby...you okay?"

There it was again. That smooth, gentle tone of voice he always used towards you. It wasn't difficult to see his genuine care, his blue orbs staring into your own, scanning for any hint of unease or discomfort. He held you as if you were porcelain, something so precious and perfect he couldn't bear to break. It made your mind go cloudy, unable to form a thought until the loss of his touch snapped you back into reality.

"Look, love, we don't have to do this."

Steven spoke gently as his hand reluctantly left your bare skin, to which you immediately protested with a small, weak whine that would be barely noticeable to most. Yet, of course, he noticed.

"No, no..please."

Your response earnt a quiet chuckle from the blonde-haired drummer.

"Okay, alright, heard."

He responded with a small chuckle, an amused and loving smile on his face as he shifted further down until his forehead rested against yours. His hand slowly traced up and down your side, caressing your hip and thigh, his fingertips drawing idle shapes along your skin, he could never keep his hands still. The way he admired your every feature was almost worshipping, as if you were the only thing that mattered, as if it were only the two of you left in this world.

"Just say the word, and I'll stop. You know that"

His voice was almost a whisper, words meant for you and you only. He was more than willing to hold back his own desire for your sake, although he was itching to act on his building impure thoughts.

With a confirming hum from you, Steven didn't waste a second as his lips met yours in a tender and passionate kiss, His lips moved in sync with yours, wanting nothing but to melt with you, to show you all the devotion he had for you. Only you.

His hand traveled further down your smaller frame, until reaching the spot you needed him most. With anyone else, you would've been embarrassed by how soaked you were already, but you knew Steven only took pride in the effect he had on your body, the body he worshipped so dearly. His fingertips moved to trace slow, careful circles on your needy bud, reluctantly pulling away from your lips to watch his angel's every expression.

A soft, shaky breath escaped your throat as sweet sensations ran through your body, a gentle whimper flowing into Steven's ears. To him, it was a sound more beautiful than any melody, he wished he could replay it in his mind forever.

"You like that, huh sweetheart?"

He whispered, slowly picking up his finger's pace as he moved to place tender kisses along your cheek, down to your jaw and neck, anywhere he could possibly reach. He psychically couldn't keep his lips off of you for too long.

"Mhm.."

Was all you could muster up in response, you're hips involuntarily grinding up into his touch, relaxing into his soothing embrace. Your hand came up to tangle into his long, curly locks as you felt him gently nip and suck at the sensitive skin of your collar, leaving evidence of his love in his path.

It wasn't long before that sweet feeling of ecstasy flowed through your veins, unable to keep that knot in your stomach from coming undone, your thighs clenching around his larger, rougher hands as he watched your every expression. The way your eyes became half-lidded, the way your lips parted as gasped moans flowed through the voice he adored to hear. He cherished it all.

"That's my girl."

He hummed as he placed a peck on your already swollen lips from his own lack of self-control. He couldn't help it, he couldn't stand his mouth being away from yours.

"You know how beautiful you look like that? Like this."

He whispered against your lips, almost teasingly, a proud grin on his face. He couldn't resist being a little more playful, it was in his nature, something he never lost with age. And he couldn't resist seeing that angelic smile of yours.

You responded with a small chuckle, a little flustered from how responsive you were, how much of a deep effect he had on you.

"Shut up."

You responded light-heartedly, playfully shoving his face away, already used to his ways.

He reacted with a faux-pout, reluctantly pulling away from those eyes he adored, shifting so he was positioned between your legs. His body was practically aching with need, you didn't know the things you did to him. The way you looked up at him with those pleading eyes, the way your chest heaved with even the slightest touch, he wanted to drown in it all.

"You wound me, my love. Truly wounded."

He spoke with that familiar grin as he aligned himself with you, his length leaking with pre-cum just from hearing you, just from having his lips all over you. He just stayed there for a moment, watching the slight twitch in your hips as your body begged for every last inch of him. The way your core was covered in the sweet nectar from your previous high.

"..You gonna keep teasing me or what?"

You spoke up, mirroring his playful smile. You'd clearly picked up some confidence from the loving way he held you, basking you in a blanket of safety and security. Everything just felt right, like the stars aligned when he was caressing you. When you got to bask in the warmth he provided.

Steven didn't waste a second, pushing his aching member into you with one swift motion once he received the go-ahead he'd been looking for. He'd been dying for this, to feel you whole. His love was so strong that he needed you to feel it.

"Steven..-"

The second that sharp gasp left your lips, he felt a wave of pleasure rush through his body, hearing his name only heightening the feeling. God, the way you said his name. It was enough to make him melt. That breathy and shaky tone, he felt like he could see stars already.

"What? I stopped teasing."

He responded, feeling slightly cocky.

The second he started moving his hips, you couldn't keep your mouth shut. His name leaves your throat like a mantra, followed by satisfied whimpers and sighs you can no longer control. Waves of heat blooms across your veins, your hands finding their way to his back, lightly clawing at the skin.

"Fuck..need you, need you so bad."

Steven was just as vocal, a line of praises and grunts slipping from his tongue, instinctively picking up the pace as his fingertips lovingly stroked over the light layer of sweat covering your bare skin. His body began to squirm as his hips thrust into you, basking in being able to truly feel you as if he was trying to merge his soul with yours.

Your breath soon turned into rushed pants, all thoughts leaving your mind as your head lulled back, giving yourself fully to him as he brought you closer and closer to ecstasy.

"Cmon baby..I've got you."

Steven encouraged, the words barely audible as he got lost in the intense pleasure burning through him. Feeling himself getting lost in the sight and feel of you, his body begins to tremble.

Those words were the breaking point, her body tensing up, her back arching like the string of a bow as that knot became untied once again. Sparks erupted in her stomach as her eyes fluttered shut, that feeling of sweet relief washing over her.

Steven was left panting with the aftermath of his own relief, his body going limp, every muscle in his body giving into pleasure as he rested on top of her, an array of whimpers leaving his lips.

"..I love you."

NECTAR

// steven adler x reader // smut w no plot // eating out // steven being a cutie patootie //

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"Thaaats it.."

You cooed as you tightened your hold on Stevens head, glued between your soft, plush thighs. His tongue lapped at the nectar pooling from your core, eating you out like it was his last meal whilst your hand gripped tightly onto his blonde locks to somehow stable yourself, lightly scratching his scalp in just the way he adored, causing muffled hums of pleasure to fall from his lips. His hands lightly caressed your upper legs, his fingertips gently gliding across your warm skin despite his desperation to see you fall apart from nothing but him. Mentally unable to not be gentle with you, as if you were made of porcelain. He needed to be the reason your stomach tightly knotted and your forehead glistened with sweat as he poured all of his love onto your heat, while also savouring the sweet taste of your soul dripping out onto his tongue, wanting to feel as connected to you as humanly possible.

His eyes hadn't left your pleasure-filled face since he started, taking a mental note of every sound, twitch, and facial expression you made. He was determined to make you see stars, to send you to another universe, to make you feel the most pleasure you'd ever experienced, making sure to hit every spot he'd grown familiar to. Making sure you could really feel his love and devotion to you and only you.

"Fuck..Stevie-!"

You whined out, your volume heightening as your breathing quickened, your breath forming into desperate pants as you felt yourself drifting closer to that sweet, sweet edge he seemed to make you meet in seconds, addicted to the feeling his tongue gave you.

Steven could recognize that tone anywhere, feeling your legs twitch around his skull, making it so he could barely breathe. Which only made him love this feeling even more, more than happy to be glued to you. He’d stay like this for all of eternity if he could. His tongue worked on your honeypot like a dog in heat, his thoughts filled with nothing but his adoration for you and need to please you as he sucked on your clit, not pulling away for a single second, savouring you for as long as he could.

You continued to hopelessly moan out his name like a mantra, unable to keep your mouth shut as your thighs clamped around him like a Venus flytrap, feeling that knot in your stomach finally come loose as you sealed your eyes shut, your head flying back against the headboard as you came undone on his tongue, harshly panting as you tightly gripped onto his curls, your free hand clamping the already messed up sheets, your mind going purely blank, all her thoughts washed away besides thoughts of him, how incredible he made you feel.

Steven let out a pleased hum as that familiar, sweet taste hit his taste buds. He made sure to not leave a single drop behind, his tongue lapping up any juices that weren't already coating his jaw, cleaning every part of you. He didn't want to waste a single spec of you, needing to taste how loved and needed he made you feel.

He eventually pulled his head back out, his messy, loved-up hair falling over his eyes, placing a peck to your clit before climbing up to see your beautiful, worn out face, the cold breeze hitting your core making you let out a whine.

You reached out to cup his cheek in your hand, your thumb affectionately grazing over the skin as you stared up at him through half-lidded eyes, in awe of your beautiful boy covered in your sweet honey, all for you.

"You were so perfect, my love."

You muttered softly, a lazy smile on your face.

"I could do better"

He responded, a determined look on his face as he immediately dived back down between your legs before you could even react.

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CHAPTER 1 | SHE TALKS TO ANGELS

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A few days had passed since his first shift, but Duff's gaze still lingered on the counter where Cynthia was standing, balancing a tray of drinks with one hand while adjusting the collar of her denim jacket with the other. The usual clatter of plates and the buzz of the busy kitchen faded into the background as he focused on the small detail that had caught his attention the last time he saw her: the Aerosmith pin on her jacket.

It had been harder to miss today, glinting silver under the fluorescent kitchen lights. Aerosmith. Duff recognized the logo instantly—it was a staple in his own music collection. The sight of it on her jacket stirred something unexpected inside him. It was just a small pin, but it felt like an invitation to know more, a thread he couldn't wait to pull on.

Cynthia set the tray down on the counter with a soft thud, and Duff cleared his throat, glancing at the stack of dirty plates in front of him. He was still trying to figure out what exactly he was supposed to do, but he couldn't shake the feeling that talking to her was going to be harder than washing dishes.

"Hey," Duff started, a little awkwardly. He wiped his wet hands on his apron. "I, uh... I saw the Aerosmith pin on your jacket. I didn't expect that. You, uh, into them?"

Cynthia didn't answer right away, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes as she glanced over at him. She set her hands on her hips and shrugged.

"I like them, yeah. Not really a huge deal or anything." Her voice was guarded, but not unfriendly. She didn't seem particularly eager to continue the conversation, but she didn't shut him down either. Maybe this was progress?

Duff shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to figure out how to keep the conversation going without making it weird. "Yeah? I've got a couple of their records," he said, nodding toward the kitchen's radio. "'Get Your Wings' and, uh, 'Toys in the Attic.' Those all-time classics."

Cynthia's mouth twitched at the mention of the albums, and for a moment, Duff thought he might've said something wrong. But then, she spoke again, her tone a little more relaxed this time.

"Yeah, 'Toys in the Attic' is a good one," she said, her voice softening just slightly. "I've got it at home. Honestly, I like their older stuff the most."

Duff grinned. She was starting to open up, just a little. "Same. There's just something about that early sound... rawer, you know?"

Cynthia nodded slowly, her fingers brushing over the edge of the tray. She seemed to be choosing her words carefully, still cautious about letting him in. "Yeah. Raw. I can't stand all that... shitty pop ballad stuff. Aerosmith's real, you know?"

Duff chuckled, wiping his hands on his apron again. "I hear you. That's kind of the beauty of it, right?"

Cynthia didn't respond right away, but she gave a small shrug. The conversation, though brief, felt like a small step forward, a crack in the wall she'd built around herself.

After a beat of awkward, tense silence, Duff tried to push a little further, sensing an opening. "So, you've been working here for a while, huh?"

Cynthia's eyes flicked over to him, but she didn't meet his gaze directly. "Yeah," she said, almost dismissively. "Since I was sixteen. Two years. It's just... what I had to do, you know?"

Duff leaned against the counter, trying to make the conversation less forced. "I get that. Had to start somewhere, right?"

Cynthia nodded. "Yeah, exactly." Her voice didn't give much away, but Duff could tell there was something behind it. She'd been working here a lot longer than he had, and there was a weariness in the way she spoke, like she was tired of it. "It's been fine, but I'm ready for something else."

Duff's curiosity piqued. He had to know what she meant by "something else." He took a step closer, lowering his voice a little as if he was treading carefully. "Yeah? What's next for you?"

Cynthia hesitated, her hand lingering on the edge of the counter. "I'm leaving LA," she said, almost to herself. "I've been here long enough."

Duff raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You're... leaving LA? Where are you going?"

Cynthia's eyes finally met his, and there was a fleeting, intense look in them. "Princeton," she said simply, like it was just a fact. "In the fall."

Duff blinked. Princeton? The Princeton University?

He didn't know why, but the thought of her going to such an Ivy League school threw him off for a second. She didn't seem the type. But he didn't say that. Instead, he tried to cover his surprise with a half-smile. "Princeton? That's, uh... that's a big deal. How... how'd that happen?"

Cynthia shrugged again, her eyes shifting to the side as if the conversation was starting to bore her. "I don't know. I worked hard for it, I guess. I'm finally done with high school. Ready to get out of here." Her gaze hardened as she looked at the restaurant, almost like she was staring straight through it. "This place is a hellhole, and I'm finally getting out. I don't have time or the patience for the strip anymore."

Duff blinked, the bluntness of her words hitting him harder than he expected. He'd heard people complain about LA before, but there was something about the way she said it that made him think there was more to it. More to her wanting to leave than just the usual complaints.

"Hellhole, huh?" he repeated, his voice softer now. "Funny, I said that about Seattle."

Cynthia turned her gaze back to him, her expression unreadable. "Yeah," she said quietly. "I've been stuck here for too long. I'm done."

There was a moment of silence, the kind that hung in the air and made Duff feel like he was intruding. He wasn't sure if he should push further. She'd given him a glimpse of something—something that felt personal—but she was still keeping a lot to herself.

"So... Princeton," he said after a beat, trying to lighten the mood. "That's gotta be exciting. You must be looking forward to it."

Cynthia gave a half-smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Yeah, I am. But it's not all... excitement, y'know? It's not exactly the escape I thought it would be."

Duff nodded, understanding that. He didn't know what her story was—what made her want to leave LA so badly—but he could see the weight behind her words. He didn't want to pry, but there was something there he couldn't ignore.

"Well, it's a big step. I'm sure you'll figure it out," he said quietly.

Cynthia looked at him for a moment, her gaze softening just a little. "Yeah, I guess." She paused, then added in a more casual tone, "Anyway... I gotta get back to work."

Duff gave a small nod. "Yeah, sure. Don't want to get you in trouble."

Cynthia gave him a brief, almost amused glance before she grabbed her tray again, walking back toward the restaurant floor. As she left, Duff couldn't help but watch her go. She was different from anyone he'd met. There was something tough about her, a kind of resilience that made her stand out. But there was also a vulnerability there—a feeling like she was running away from something.

And, for some reason, Duff wanted to know what it was.

The rest of the shift went by in a blur of clinking dishes, the muffled sound of people talking, and the steady rhythm of the restaurant. Duff worked in quiet concentration, trying to keep his mind on his duties, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Cynthia.

There was something about her, something raw and unspoken. He couldn't get her out of his head, even as he scrubbed the same damn plates over and over again. Her eyes—cool and guarded, but with flashes of something deeper. The way she'd shrugged off talking about Princeton like it was just another stop on the way out of LA. But he could tell it meant something to her, even if she wouldn't admit it.

He stole a glance at her across the room, watching as she moved through the dining area with a practiced ease. She was always busy, weaving between the tables, balancing trays in each hand like it was nothing. Every now and then, her eyes would flicker to him, but there was always a slight tension in her gaze, like she was unsure of how to look at him.

After about an hour, the dinner rush started to die down, and the staff began to clean up. Duff wiped his hands on his apron again and leaned back against the counter, feeling the exhaustion settle in. He didn't know how anyone could stand on their feet for hours like Cynthia did. But maybe it was easier when you didn't care about the job.

"Hey, Duff," Bruce's voice broke through his thoughts, and Duff turned to face his brother. "I'm gonna head out soon. Everything good?"

Duff nodded, glancing over to Cynthia for a moment, but she was busy talking to another waiter. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just, uh... figuring it out, you know?"

Bruce gave him a once-over, his eyes flicking toward Cynthia before settling back on Duff. He raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. "Uh-huh. Right. Well, don't be shy. You're doing just fine." He clapped him on the back. "If you need anything, just ask Cynthia, alright?"

Duff swallowed a grin, wondering if his brother had noticed anything he didn't realize he'd been giving off. "Yeah, I'm good," Duff said, trying to play it cool. "Thanks, Bruce."

Bruce gave a quick nod and started heading toward the door, but just before he left, he threw over his shoulder, "Don't forget. You're supposed to pick me up from the bar tonight, right? I don't trust the boys to get me home."

Duff's eyes widened as he realized he'd forgotten. "Right. Shit, I almost forgot. I'll be there."

"Great. See you later," Bruce called as he slipped out of the restaurant.

Left in the quiet of the backroom, Duff took a moment to lean against the counter. His thoughts drifted back to Cynthia. He had a million questions about her. Why was she so... distant? And why did it seem like she was carrying some heavy weight? She couldn't just be running from LA; there had to be more to it.

Suddenly, the sound of a tray crashing to the floor broke through his musings.

He spun around to see Cynthia standing near the dining room entrance, her face flushed with frustration. She'd dropped a tray of drinks—ice and soda splashed everywhere, the glasses broken on the floor.

Duff moved before he even realized it, his instincts kicking in. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, his voice a little sharper than he meant.

Cynthia stood frozen for a moment, eyes wide. She exhaled a shaky breath, then bent down to begin picking up the glass shards.

"I'm fine. Just... a stupid mistake," she muttered under her breath, her hands shaking slightly.

Duff stepped forward, crouching next to her and reaching for a piece of broken glass. "You sure? You don't have to do clean this by yourself."

Cynthia looked at him for a long beat before giving him a tight smile, one that didn't reach her eyes. "I think I can handle it."

The sharp edge of her words stung, but Duff couldn't help but feel that there was more to her snapping than just a little mishap with the tray.

He set the glass down and backed off a little, letting her take control of the situation. "Right. Sorry. I didn't mean to step in—I mean—Just... wanted to help, y'know?"

Cynthia gave him a quick nod but didn't say anything else. The air between them was thick with unspoken words. He could feel her walls creeping back up, and it was clear that she wasn't interested in opening up just yet.

Duff watched her work in silence, taking in the small details—the way her hands moved deftly despite her apparent frustration, the slight furrow in her brow that always seemed to be there when she wasn't smiling. It was like she was trying to hide something, but no matter how hard she tried, he saw it.

After a moment, she stood up, wiping her hands on her jeans, and finally met his gaze. Her expression was softer now, but there was still something guarded in her eyes.

"You don't have to keep offering help, okay?" she said, her voice quiet but firm. "I'm fine. It's just a little mess. No big deal."

Duff nodded, taking a step back. "Right. Got it." He felt that familiar awkwardness hanging in the air again, but he wasn't sure how to fill it. He didn't want to push her, but something told him that the more he tried to reach out, the further she would pull away.

Cynthia straightened up, giving him a brief glance before she picked up the broken pieces one last time. "I'm going to finish cleaning this up. Don't worry about it."

Duff was about to say something else, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he simply nodded and turned toward the backroom, his mind buzzing. There was more to Cynthia than she let on, and something told him that getting to know her wasn't going to be easy. But he was starting to realize that he didn't mind.

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PROLOGUE

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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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SO FINE, a duff mckagan story.

pairing. duff mckagan x original female character

synopsis. it's 1984, and duff mckagan, a 20-year-old punk rocker from seattle, moves to los angeles 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: cynthia 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, cynthia isn't impressed by his punk rocker hair or measly music 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 cynthia? or will they pull away before they get started?

status. on-going, updates every monday.

tags. female original character, a lot of cussing (gnr-typical), heavy depictions of mental health issues (post-traumatic stress disorder, depression, bipolar, anxiety), depictions of childhood trauma, period typical misogyny, drug & alcohol abuse (seriously, it's a duff fic), slow burn, NSFW themes (eventual smut? who knows..) references to past abuse and assault (physical, mental, sexual in reference to children and adults), depictions of panic attacks due to anxiety and substance abuse.

additional warnings will be marked at the beginning of each chapter—please be mindful! also i have decided i will post 'so fine' here on tumblr as well as AO3 and wattpad, which are linked below.

links. AO3, wattpad.

: ̗̀➛ 00. prologue.

: ̗̀➛ 01. she talks to angels.

CHAPTER 3 | KILL 'EM ALL.

w.c. 3.8k

tags. original female character, mild period-typical misogyny (it’s the late 1980s), some cussing, slowburn, arguing, possessive/slight controlling behavior via mc’s boyfriend, toxic masculinity/insecurity, manipulative behavior via mc’s boyfriend, smoking, if there’s anything else to be added let me know!

a/n. hey all! i hope you all enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it. you’ll have to bear with me for the first few chapters in the beginning, as i’m trying to naturally and realistically flesh out everyone’s story while writing the real life people “in character.” i’m expecting to start the legit drama SOON just.. let me enjoy my slowburn.

taglist. @prettypersuasion, @creepindeaathh, @nelnroses, @hyperiondickrider, @hollywoodroses, @tranquilitybasegrunge

you can find chapter three on wattpad and AO3, linked under the respective platforms aforementioned.

last two previous chapters:

chapter one: welcome to the jungle - wattpad and AO3.

chapter two: terror 'n tinseltown - wattpad and AO3.

Introduction ⁀➷💋

My name is Brandy and I’m 18 years old! I really wanna start writing fics and story’s and posting them on here! I’m new to tumblr so go easy on me lol ♥️

Some of my interests include music, fashion, vampires and other strange creatures, rockstars, reading, writing, anything vintage and watching movies!

Feel free to send me fic requests! I’m up for writing about most things ^^

Who I will write for

Mötley Crüe:

Nikki Sixx

Tommy Lee

Vince Neil

Guns n roses:

Steven Adler

Axl rose

Hanoi rocks:

Razzle Dingley

Michael Monroe

Others:

Dave Mustaine

Peter Steele

Jimmy Page

James Hetfeild

Tom Kiefer

Kirk Hammett

Billy Idol

Mick Jagger

Rules and boundaries

I’m totally willing to write smut fics no problem! However I will NOT include anything with feet, any sort of scat (pee, vomit…ect.) and innc3st. I’m not one to kink shame it’s just not my thing and it makes me feel uncomfortable.

Feel free to send your own requests, I’d really appreciate new ideas when I have writers block, but please try to be a bit specific and I’ll go from there. My dms are also open to everyone too. All my work will be 100% written by me as well!

Thanks for readinggg 💋

Thinking of writing some smut fics…anyone got any requests or ideas?

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Would you accept roleplay questions? For instance, how did you and Axl meet and how did you become his trade wife??

(idk it seems fun)

idk, to be honest !! i’ve never done roleplay of any kind before, and i never imagined an actual story where i would be axl’s tradwife lol, so…

i just found this pic of axl for the first time on tiktok and it’s the cutest weirdest photo i’ve ever seen

What do you do as Axl’s tradewife?

i’m a good little housewife, i clean, cook, do laundry (jk guys don’t take that too seriously !!!!)