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Here's the prompt for the Izzy Imagine ^^

Y/N, the reader, is Stephanie Seymour's sister. She gets dragged by Steph to one of Axl’s parties, where she always feels invisible next to her gorgeous and popular sister, who attracts attention from all the guys. At the party, Y/N develops a small crush on Slash. Encouraged by her sister, she gathers the courage to hit on Slash only to be rejected and insulted by Slash, who is drunk at the moment. Heartbroken, she runs out of the party in tears. Then she bumps into a hot guy named Izzy. Noticing her crying, he gently asks why she’s crying and reassures her, telling her that he’d love to have her number because he finds her beautiful.

Fluff and Angst included pls 🩷

This is my first time actually trying to make a fic so I really hope yall like it. If you want me to write anything just ask and I’ll do it but I do have rules!

Your beautiful. (An Izzy stradlin imagine)

Notes: fluff(I think), angst(I think)

•••

I was laying on the grass in the garden, basking in the cool of the early evening, listening to every small sound of the Malibu wildlife.

The faint ring of the phone coming from inside the house broke me out of my trance, I sighed and sat up, rubbing my face before I stood up and walked inside.

The phone had stopped ringing by the time I stood up but it rang again as soon as I walked in through the door.

I picked it up, and my sister, Stephanie, was on the other line.

“Hello?”

“My boyfriend’s hosting a party tonight, I think you should come, it starts in two hours.” A hint of excitement in her voice.

I raised my eyebrows, unsure of what to say.

“Uhm… sure why not.” I shrugged.

My sister made a happy noise.

“Great! See you later!”

The phone hung up before I said bye.

I shrugged again, not quite sure of what I was going to get myself into.

I walked upstairs and into my room. I went over to my wardrobe and looked through every item of clothing I owned before picking out a long black dress that I forgot I owned.

I did my hair and makeup the exact way my sister taught me a few years ago.

•••

I had been at the party for a few hours now. The music was blasting and people seemed to be enjoying themselves, the environment was great.

The party itself was alright, my sister and her boyfriend were in the spotlight, obviously. Was I jealous? Did I feel invisible? Maybe, but that’s what happens when you have a famous sister.

I was sitting outside, a glass of wine in my hand. My sister, her boyfriend and several other men were sitting in front of me, there wasn’t really much conversation going on but I enjoyed the company.

That’s when I saw a man with long, curly hair walk out the house. I eyed him as he took a swig of whiskey straight out of the bottle then lit what I assumed was a joint.

Stephanie saw that I kept on staring at him when I had seen him several times earlier.

“Go talk to him.” She smiled.

“Why? I barely know him.” I laughed.

“Go on, just do it.” She urged me.

“Alright.” I smiled and got up.

I walked over to the man and stood there awkwardly, waiting for him to notice.

I cleared my throat to get his attention, he looked at me as if I was crazy.

“Who are you?” His breath reeked of weed and alcohol, it was not a good mix.

“Y/N.”

“Right... I’m Slash…what do you want?”

“Just wanted to say that I think you look good and I would wanna speak more.”

He gave me a weird look, as if I had just insulted him in every way shape and form.

“No, you're not really my type, actually, you're nowhere near.” He laughed with his slightly slurred speech.

I smiled and nodded, and walked away. Tears were in my eyes, threatening to spill.

I made my way back over to my sister and picked up my bag before quickly walking away. I could hear her and her boyfriend call out to me but I ignored them, I didn’t want to cause a scene, it was their party, their moment, not mine.

The tears were falling down my face by then, blinding my vision, everything was blurry. I probably walked into so many people but didn’t realise. Why was I so bothered by a drunk man’s words?

I opened the door and walked out. I wiped my eyes and yet again, walked into someone.

The person grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back to stand in front of him, he moved his hands to my shoulders and stared deep into my eyes. I looked around, unsure of what to do or say, his eyes felt like bullets to skin.

“Are you okay?” His voice had an insane amount of concern.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” I nodded, even though he had just seen me crying.

“No you're not, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to though… my name's Izzy by the way.”

“I pretty much got called ugly, some man said J wasn’t his type then said I was no one’s type… I’m Y/N.”

The tears were back again, slowly spilling down my face. I didn’t even notice until Izzy wiped them away.

He sat down on the path, I sat next to him. There was a moment’s silence, it was peaceful, the faint noise of music from the house, the odd car passing, it was calm.

A few minutes passed before Izzy spoke up again.

“You're not ugly, nowhere near, if anything the man was probably the bad looking one, men who looked bad always have a big ego but are fragile at heart and take it out on others.” His voice was soft.

I hummed.

“Don’t listen to some men, one day you will find someone who loves you, the way you look and your personality.”

I looked at him, he was leaning forward and was staring at the bushes in front of him.

He looked at me for a moment then looked straight back in front of him, he seemed… shy?

“Can I have your number?”

“Huh?”

“Your number, can I have it?” He looked at me.

“Sure.”

I rummaged around in my bag and pulled a pen, I grabbed his arm and wrote my number down.

His face softened, he stared at me the whole time I did so.

“There you go.”

“Thanks.”

I stood up and he did the same, he placed his hands back onto my shoulders, staring back into my eyes again.

“You're beautiful, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

I smiled.

He pulled me in to give me a hug, my arms stayed by my side, unsure of what to do I slowly moved my arms around him.

The wind was cool, the music drowned out, it felt like it was just us two in the world.

We stayed like that for a while before he let go and looked at me again.

“I’ll call you soon.” He smiled and walked away.

I watched as he walked away, I went in the opposite direction, smiling to myself.

Finally someone who actually liked me for me.

ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞

!Teenage! Izzy stradlin/ reader

(Basically Jeffrey Isbell in that fanfic)

Tags: High School, Prom Night, 1980s, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, First Meetings, Rejection, Popular Kids vs Outcasts, Dancing, Music References, Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Meet-Cute, One Shot, Happy Ending, Teen Romance, Second Person POV, Reader Insert and just izzy it’s already a tag.

Description: When prom night turns into a disaster of rejection and humiliation, two outcasts meet on a park bench. She in her ruined sequined dress, he with his crumpled bouquet meant for someone else. Both wounded by the popular kids who chose others, they find unexpected comfort in each other's company. What starts as shared misery becomes an impromptu dance under the stars, proving that sometimes the best moments happen when you least expect them.

a/n: My exams are eating my ass now and I’m tweaking out for them as if I’m going to fight with a literal dragon wtf. This fanfic came to me when I was looking at my old prom photos from middle school (yeah we have those) and I was like: hell yeah. Let’s not sleep that night and write something about our man Izzy, cause once again wtf not. My sleep schedule is already ruined because I catch a real inspiration here so enjoy 🫶🏻

May. The month that all graduates hate, and it's not only because the childhood is over and everyone will fly away from their parents nests to build their own lives. No, not because of this. And not even because the exam season begins, but simply because all the losers of school’s society will once again be humiliated in such a special way that every hope of finding happiness is equal to zero. As you understood we are stalking about prom here. Yes, yes, a place for fairy tales and first kisses, but not for your school. You have long outgrown the age where, sitting in your room, you built castles of love stories and fairy-tale myths that any minute now a prince on a white horse will gallop for you and take you away from this Hell. He should have, but he didn't, as usually happens in life.

Derek is a prince?... no, but the idiot you invited to the prom, the idiot who is the captain of the football team and your date of the night, and the idiot you liked long enough to realize how stupid and naive you were to let your heart beat faster. Every guy you met was idealized, you liked them all simply because they showed their attention to you. You didn't know what love was and probably no one else does, simply because at your age popularity and status are more important than nightly serenades and poetry dedications. So the evening turned into a disaster when Derek accepted your invitation but ended up making out at the prom with one typical and such a stereotypical blonde cheerleader with an open cleavage who was just trying to get the attention of your so-called "boyfriend". Tina. Yes, you noticed this connection between them a long time ago and it didn't make you feel any better when, walking back with drinks, you noticed how they hugged and kissed - it was a low blow. It was like all 206 bones in your body were breaking at once, grinding you into powder, smashing your nose into the dirt and slapping you so hard that a trace of shame would remain forever on your cheek. You remained there as tears welled up and slowly flowed down your cheeks and your heart created a crack in pain. You didn't notice how someone pushed you and all the drinks spilled right on your dress that you had been choosing for months specifically for this event where you were supposed to kiss Derek and wear the crown of the prom. How foolish.

But it looked good, this dress was a bold contradiction of softness and edge, clinging to your figure in rich plum tones that deepened to black at the hem. Those contractions were something that you wanted to prove of yourself, someone you wanted to be for Derek. But it’s not who you are. The fabric shimmered with a galaxy of fuchsia sequins, scattered like stardust across the sheer overlay. Each step made them flicker under the chandeliers, catching the light in flashes that felt almost rebellious that now seemed like nothing with drinks spilled all over it. The bodice hugged you with elegant ruching, sculpting your waist and drawing the eye upward to a halter neckline that hinted at something both vintage and daring. The skirt flared gently into jagged, asymmetrical points, like petals with attitude, brushing just above your knees and swaying like they had their own rhythm. Strapped to your calves were winding black ribbons from your heels, lacing up like something out of a midnight fairytale. On one wrist, a delicate corsage of pale pink and ivory roses sat beside a burst of chiffon. On the other a punch of wild color, thistles and a rose in bruised red and violet, bound in black which gave the impression that maybe you weren’t as soft as you seemed. It wasn’t the kind of dress meant to blend in. It was made to be remembered, but instead you stand there with tears over your eyes and ruined fabric.

You are Cinderella because you lost your carriage and beautiful dress after midnight. Metaphorical confidence and childish naivety clouded your rational mind amidst the rhinestones, sequins and long glitter pendants that read “Prom 1980”. Amongst the crowd of teenagers, drink, fun and sparkly outfits, you felt like a missing piece of the puzzle and like you didn’t belong here. Glasses crashed to the floor and fabric was ruined until you began to realize how stupid you had looked this whole time. “You’re going to lose that girl” by The Beatles in the background didn’t help at all. How all those hours spent in the bathroom had been wasted, how makeup had become unnecessary that all weaknesses had slipped out when someone responded to you after a collision: “Stop standing there like a statue, you bitch. Can’t you see me coming or something?” it only provoked tears, bringing you back to reality. Derek and Tina turned to look you, studying you briefly before turning back with a smirk. You probably looked pathetic. Pathetic little creature. Naive and so stupid like a damn baby. Oh yeah who else you can possibly be than that?

You hate this world. You hate these people and you hate this school. All just to get out of this place, you ran out of the wooden door with a vertical window in the background, slamming it and no longer wanting to return to this damn hall. Everything that was happening around you shook even more, everything around was a trigger for tears and obsessive thoughts. You just don’t understand why all the bad things happened only to you and how you could have been so stupid to fall in love with this bastard? The sound of your heels echoed through the dark corridor as the music in the background disappeared, cracking your skull with memories of what you had seen earlier. Streams of tears ruined your makeup, painting your cheeks in a black stripe of mascara that was inexpensive. Because you were trying to save some money on that fucking dress. In your teenage dreams, you wanted Derek to take it off you. It only hurt more because you believed in yourself so much, preparing and planning everything in advance - speech, words, behavior, smell and appearance. And in the end he chose someone else.

Going outside and quickly walking down the stairs, you sat down on the step and started crying, but louder. You didn't care if anyone saw, those school years were over anyway and those people would leave, forgetting about you and themselves. But honestly you do because you wanted to be remembered as sharp and bright girl just to prove yourself once again that the role you worth for others is definitely not a crybaby. Your teenage hormones didn't help you at all. You're not a child anymore, but you're not an adult either. You're locked between two worlds and nothing can be the same as before. Kaleidoscopes and patterns of different colors blurred in your eyes when you felt the wind blowing your hair away from your bashful face.

Away from the monster you turned into in a matter of seconds after what you saw. You became a laughing stock that they'll hang on the boards of the school stand to ridicule you. It's so stupid and so unfair. But unfortunately you will get everything in this world only if you are popular and have a pretty face like this bitch Tina. Tina Morgan. Now you hate her, although you didn’t like her before either. An arrogant slut who likes to sit on two chairs, just so that all the male attention was on her. And so she oppressed you by receiving Derek and most likely the crown of the prom. Just the thought of this cut off your breath with a sharp pain and you began to feel how tears turn into an excess of air, and your chest can no longer cope. It never even occurred to you that you need to be a bitch to be liked by others. Since childhood, you were taught that princesses who received a crown are kind and beloved women. Not those who behave like Tina. You heard distant footsteps and someone's laughter that was approaching the exit where you were sitting at. Thinking about the bad, you prayed to God or whoever even exists up there, just so that it was not them. But with the door wide open and interested looks, you saw that it was a couple who couldn't tear themselves away from each other until they noticed your intense gaze and turned to ask who you were and what happened. And also why you were crying, which only made it more painful. Fuck you all, you replied, mentally wishing for their lips to stick together and choke them to death. You didn't want to see others happy, especially next to you in a place where it was calm and quiet and no one could possibly disturb you. A place where you could calm down and digest it all.

You stood up again, walking away under intense gazes. Maybe you were weird and that's why no one was interested in you and that's why no one will ever love you. You're an outcast, you're a commoner, you're disgusting, you're lonely, you’re an embarrassment, you’re an attention whore, you’re stupid and... your brain didn't had time to throw up a new insult when you walked outside the school closer to the nearest park and noticed a strange figure sitting on a bench. Some weird guy.

He sits there with a casual, almost defiant slouch, a teenager on the edge of adulthood who wears his confidence like a second skin but he lost it this time. At 17 or 18, he has the lean, wiry build of someone who moves fast and lives faster, with long, inky black hair that falls over his face in tousled layers. His deep-set, dark eyes hint at a restless energy sharp, observant, and constantly sizing up the world around him, were now reduced to thinking mess. He wears a light blazer carelessly over a graphic tee bearing the face of Keith Richards. Stones fan, huh? The contrast between classic rock glam and his gritty, punkish presence is almost ironic. He looked attractive and interesting, which made you stop in your tracks to observe his slouched figure. The shirt hangs a little loose, like everything he owns is either thrifted, stolen, or passed down from someone with better luck. His hands are rested over his knees while he was holding an already ruined bouquet of flowers. Fingers calloused, maybe from playing guitar, maybe from climbing out of too many second-floor windows but you knew that it was altogether for sure. He looked familiar. Everything about him says he doesn’t care, but the way he poses, half-challenging, half-inviting and half-thinking tells you he does. Just not in the way most people do.

You slowly approached him, sincerely not understanding what he was doing here and why you had the feeling as if you had seen him somewhere before. He is surely from your school.

-«Hey... can I sit here?» you called him out with a slightly shaking and hoarse voice after crying, swallowing saliva and already accepting your fate.

The black-haired guy looked up and you recognized him. Jeffrey Isbell, the same guy from your school who everyone calls a “weirdo” because of his strange style and “gay” because of his long hair. And he also loves the Stones, which clearly shows how much worse the situation has gotten since the wave of hate towards this band and how all of their fans immediately became gay. It's hilarious. His chestnut gaze was looking at you and you had already lost your guard for a second while he calmly nodded with a hint of attention, moving away and leaving you a place next to him. Weird guy, he looks so calm and enigmatic as if he were the surface of the ocean. He put the bouquet on the other side of the bench, leaning back while the rustling of leaves played a serenade, letting you both get used to each other. This... Jeffrey is definitely weird but he's dressed cool and his hair looks cool. You had almost forgotten that he was friends with this crazy guy Bill Bailey from your parallel or whatever he was.

-«Tough night?» a hoarse teenage voice soaked in testosterone suddenly sounded somewhere to your left. You were already looking at him, but it didn't matter because he was also looking at you, directly pointing with his gaze at your ruined makeup and obvious dejection.

-«That's an understatement but... yeah you can say that.» You answered with a nervous laugh, looking away and bitterly chuckling, not wanting to feel his intense gaze on you, as if he already knew your entire family tree and also your favorite drink. But it's better to just forget, because the worst thing is if he realizes that you were rejected in front of everyone and you, like a naive fool, cried thinking that it was love. «And you?» you turned the arrows in his direction, not wanting to raise this topic.

-«Tina Morgan.» He answered calmly, which made you raise an eyebrow, realizing that words were not needed here. You were both in the same hole. What a coincidence...

-«Ah...» was the only thing that came out of your mouth, realizing that you absolutely don’t know how to support others, or even yourself. It is such a difficult task and you definitely need to study for at least another 12 years.

-«Yeah... and you as I get it is Derek Henderson?» He turned in your direction with sympathy, also deftly avoiding the main topic, not wanting to bare his wounded soul and deep shame for believing in love. Just as you. It's strange, because this is one of the reasons why humans can be called humans, and they are so embarrassed by this feeling. Like what the heck, dude?

-«Yes.» You nodded, looking at your hands that you placed on your knees, playing with the fabric of your ruined dress. «I take it you were also rejected and replaced by someone better?» You said it with such deep pain feeling that tears were about to flow down again but his voice distracted you.

-«Well yeah... I spent three weeks getting ready and even spent money on a bouquet. The price I could have bought new strings or wires for my guitar for.» Jeff started. Which made you look up understanding his pain, you also spent so much pocket money on a dress, although you could have bought posters of your favorite performers. Even if we talk about Jeffrey, his outfit was most likely borrowed from his father or a relative judging by the quality of the fabric. But he was still irresistible. Well, that's what you thought. Of course.

-«Me too. I spent a month choosing a dress and in the end it's ruined. I could have bought posters or vinyl in that store down the street with that money.» You shook your head feeling your own absurdity and stupidity thinking that it was really so important for your money. «So I came hoping he likes me but he chose Miss Perfect... but I don't blame him, I'm really not good enough for him.» You said, feeling your eyes getting wet again. Damn Derek.

-«Not good enough?» Jeff suddenly said, making you look up at him while he just frowned. There was no pain in his eyes even after Tina, which made you so jealous. How did he do it so easily?

-«Look at me!» You exclaimed, feeling an obsessive sense of injustice fill your soul. This world hates average, which is what you definitely were. «I'm not a cheerleader and I'm definitely not a blondie with perfect curves who just came out of Vogue! Of course, nothing would ever work out between us...» You realized how pathetic you sounded pouring out your soul to a guy you barely knew, who clearly didn't give a damn about you and your problems. Tears started flowing from your already wet eyes again. It simply couldn't be any worse than it already is.

-«I hope it’s a joke.» Jeff replied, from which you looked up at him, clearly not understanding what he wanted to say. He only smiled slightly lifting the corner of his virgin lips in a light form of support. «Wipe your tears, this bastard does not deserve you. Now crying because you can’t buy a poster of your favourite musician is a real problem. I sold my soul for this T-shirt with Keith.. so this is the only thing that supported me this evening. I mean…I could cry over Tina but she’s not Richards.» His velvety and such a boyish voice pleasantly flattered your heart, from which you blinked wiping your eyes, feeling a strange sensation in your lower stomach. He supported so strangely but skillfully, as if thousands of crying girls were sitting next to him and asking for help.

- «....» you simply lost your words listening to him, of course you knew that he was slightly strange and detached guy who almost has no friends except for the rockers with whom he plays behind the garages and this crazy Bailey. But this level of support was definitely something new.

-«See? You have nothing to say because I'm right.» He smiled sarcastically and it gave you such a big explosion somewhere inside, letting the ecstasy spread through the body and the butterflies fly up the stomach and straight to the heart feeling every rhythmic beat. You always wrote it off as hormonal reactions, being a teenager trying to grow up and get some brain. Just because falling in love with every lamppost... is a little weird. «You're not the type of girl who deserves tears, you don't deserve anything related to this at all.» Jeffrey added, which made you have so many questions that no professional who has considered them all will be able to answer them. But the most understandable is where did he suddenly get interested in you? In you...

-«And what do I deserve then?...» you asked, swallowing the lump in your throat and feeling how all the unpleasant feelings accumulated at the level of your dignity.

-«This.» Jeff replied and turned the other way, taking out his crumpled and dirty flower bouquet he earlier left on the other side of the bench. «You deserve it.» He replied with a smile that made you smile back. What a romantic this dude.

-«A dirty bouquet?» You laughed awkwardly, already thinking that if they will ever invent a time machine, you will erase your existence for such a response to elementary flirting.

-«C'mon, think one more time.» He tut his tongue and shook his head. «It's not that bad, even if it was thrown on the floor. I think that next to you, it will shine with new colors ... as cheesy as it sounds.» He looked at you, still holding the bouquet and pointing it at you, with such an enticing face. As if begging you to take it.

-«Is this an invitation?» you asked with some naivety, holding out your hand and intercepting the bouquet that he gave you, lightly touching his fingers, from which the touch went through your body like electricity, causing goosebumps.

- «You're certainly not a cheerleader and you're definitely not a blondie with perfect curves who just came out of Vogue. But I'd be a fool if I didn't give you this bouquet.» Jeff paraphrased you, from which you smiled and the tears were forgotten. That bastard Derek and slut Tina, could suck it. They can bathe in perfectionism as much as they want, but we will always be one step closer to the truth ... simply because we are real and not fake Barbie and Ken.» said the black-haired guy, pushing his body up from the bench and holding out his hand to you.

-«This...» you looked at him in surprise, sincerely not understanding what just happened and what was going on. He was so quiet and aloof almost always, and here his other side of the coin was calling you to forget about this world and accept reality. This introverted guy that you briefly saw in the corridors did not stick out in your memory until this evening.

-«Shall we dance? I don't want to invite artificial blondes anymore. I like humans, not dolls, even if I'm disappointed in them... which I don't think will last long, because you'll fix it.» He smiled and for a second it seemed to you that you were sleeping, that any minute now you would hear the alarm clock and wake up.

-«But... I don't want to go back there and anyway-» you didn't have time to finish as Jeff interrupted you, shaking his head and using all his efforts, all his masculine charm to attract you. Although to be honest, you thought that he didn't even have to try.

-«No. We're not going back there, they can have all the fun they want but we have our own fun here.» Jeff said.

-«It's quite shitty..» you commented pessimistically, reluctantly taking his hand and standing up from the bench holding the bouquet in your hands.

-«Then...we are the king and the queen of our own shitty prom, how does that sound?» he nudged your shoulder before his other hand let go of yours and with permission from your eyes he dropped his hand at your waist.

-«Still shitty.» you smiled letting him catch you while the rustling of leaves distantly carried loud music from a nearby building filled with students who next year will leave, disappear and only the school photo book will remember them. You and Jeff are part of them, but it didn’t affect your dancing at all, as the song reached your ears you grabbed each other twirling and dancing under the night lights. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders while the bouquet hung somewhere behind him. Let time stand still, everyone will forget you and you will forget them.

-«You’re hard to please..» Jeff joked, looking straight into your eyes with sarcasm. That damn smirk was spreading across his face again.

-«You're not Jimmy Page for me to like, but your resemblance attracts me.» you said back.

-«Oh, so... you're also a Zeppelin fan? Welcome to the club. We love black-haired guitarists.» Jeff replied, studying your face with interest, like a painter memorising every detail. «I just hope you're not here with me because I'm a black-haired guitarist and look like a kid of Keith Richards and Jimmy Page.»

-«No.» You shook your head with a laugh. He had a particular sense of humor and you were definitely starting to like it. It wasn't just because he calmed you down so quickly and brought you back to your senses. He was just being himself. «But that could be one of the reasons.»

-«I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult.» Jeff replied, his eyes falling on yours. You wanted to drown in them so much.

-«Neither. I just found your resemblance amusing.» You shrugged, until a barely audible song reached your ears, this one was "Dancing Queen" so ironic.

-«Too bad.. I was hoping for the former.» He grinned with such cheekiness that sometimes you considered the quote don't judge a book by its cover, because there might be a masterpiece behind it. And that masterpiece was most likely standing in front of you, which made you feel weird again.

-«What do you think... I'm weird? Well... I mean..if I think about them?..» You didn't want to specify who, because in any case, you'll come out as a weirdo. Thinking about rock stars is weird because they're a few years older than you and they certainly won't notice you... and thinking about Derek and Tina is also weird. Just because that's what they're waiting for. For you to waste your tears on them.

-«We are all weird in our own way. And I love the way you are weird, because it makes me fell more comfortable being weird with you.» Jeffrey replied, leaving you speechless again. Sometimes this weird guy was such a poet that you wondered if he was from a fairy tale. With a gentle smile, he leaned forward to your ear, letting you smell him. He smelled like….teenager, but better, like a guy who is preparing to become a man, leaving his boyhood behind. It sounds weird, but he looked smarter beyond his years. Jeff hummed the melody of Dancing Queen in your ear, with such a husky and slightly underdeveloped voice, trying to impress you with his singing. Such a gentle and quiet half-whisper, so that only you could hear. So that no one else could enjoy his mini concert for you. He would have been a great musician. «You are the dancing queen...Young and sweet, only seventeen..»

You danced with him to this melody until the very end and until the beginning of the next one, realizing that sometimes the best things happen when you least expect them and don't prepare for them for months. They just come and change your life upside down. Just like this black-haired guy who whispered different songs to you all evening while you danced like an old couple to the hits. Such a stupid thing this life, first it cripples then heals. But you knew that Jeffrey would definitely make you love this little thing called….life.

So do you also accept smutty, kinky requests for Steven Adler x reader fics? Because you've never mentioned him before, so I figured i'd ask first 🫣

Yesss! Also, let me know if you’d like it to be a short or long fic orrr if you want multiple parts.

Hi, I’m the anon who requested the Izzy fic, and I have to say—the alternate ending you wrote feels like the perfect setup for a continuation in a Slash fic😍. Could you please do that? I really love this ending because it seems like she could hook up with Slash again after this part:

~"'Slash let out a breathy chuckle. “He’ll get over it.” I turned on him, eyes burning. “You ruined everything.” He tilted his head. “No, sweetheart. You did.”~

Please let them become a couple after this but with slash being a bad boy😍

Hey anon! I gotchu!! Here is part one. I figured I would turn this story into a few parts because I want to take this into a messy direction. But, reader and slash will become a couple in the end so don’t worry lol. Hope you enjoy 😉

(Btw my inbox is open if anyone want to request a story or ask any questions)

Damaged… or not~ Part one

Slash x reader

Y/N POV~

“No, sweetheart. You did.”

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. Because the truth stung more than his words. My throat burned, and I hated that it was Slash standing there looking at me like he’d won.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I snapped finally.

“Like what?” he asked, stepping closer. “Like I’ve seen you fall apart before and I’m the only one who doesn’t lie to you about it?”

He was too close. The smell of cigarettes and whiskey clung to him like a second skin. His curls were half in his face, and that damn smirk he wore made it impossible to breathe.

“You think you’re better than Izzy?” I challenged.

Slash let out a low laugh, one of those husky, condescending ones that crawled up your spine and made you want to slap him and kiss him all at once.

“No,” he said. “I think I’m worse. But at least I don’t pretend.”

I hated that I was still standing there, trembling with whatever the hell this feeling was, rage, regret, maybe something worse. Or better.

He tilted his head again, the same way he had earlier, but this time his eyes dropped to my lips.

“Izzy’s not coming back,” Slash said, voice soft now. “You burned that bridge. But I’m still here. So what does that say?”

I stared at him. “That you don’t know when to quit.”

Slash stepped even closer, his body nearly brushing mine. “No, sweetheart. It says I know exactly when to stay.”

And just like that, I kissed him.

His hands were everywhere, rough and greedy, and mine weren’t any better. We were chaos and mistakes and something that felt too good to be right.

And when he finally pulled away, his lips were swollen, his grin crooked, and his voice low as he spoke.

“Careful,” he whispered against my ear. “You keep kissing me like that, and I’ll ruin you next.”

I didn’t care.

I think maybe I wanted to be ruined.

A few hours later…

I didn’t sleep.

I just laid there, staring at the ceiling, feeling like an idiot. Slash was passed out next to me, completely unbothered. Like what we did last night didn’t mean anything. Like it wasn’t messy as hell.

I pulled the sheet around me and sat up, trying to clear my head. My heart was still racing, and I felt sick, not from him, but from myself.

He shifted behind me, groaning. “Damn. You always this quiet in the morning?”

I didn’t answer.

He moved closer, his hand finding my thigh like it was no big deal. Like he had every right to touch me.

“I didn’t sleep,” I said.

He laughed a little. “You sure? You sounded pretty into it a few hours ago.”

I pulled away, annoyed. “You’re unbelievable.”

Slash sat up, resting on one elbow. “Why are you acting like this is some huge thing? It happened. So what?”

“This was a mistake.”

He didn’t even flinch. “You don’t really believe that.”

I got up, grabbing my clothes off the floor. “You kissed me right after Izzy left. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

“So did you,” he said. “You didn’t stop me. You kissed me back.”

I froze for a second, then turned to face him. “Izzy’s gone, and now I’m here with you. That’s messed up.”

He stared at me. “Izzy walked away. I didn’t.”

“That doesn’t make you the good guy,” I said.

He stood up too, calm but serious now. “I never said I was the good guy. But at least I’m not the one pretending.”

I glared at him. “You ruined everything.”

Slash let out a breathy laugh. “No, sweetheart. You did.”

There he goes with that damn phrase again. I couldn’t even argue though because deep down, I knew he was right.

Popcorn & Panties Part 2😝

This is a re-upload⚠️

So I had a request for a part two of this izzy story. Can’t find the request anymore😭, but if you enjoyed the first one hopefully you’ll enjoy this one :)

Warning ‼️ contains (public smex, choking, a bit of praise/degradation, dirty talk)

Y/N POV

The movie ended, but the tension didn’t. Izzy kept his arm slung around your waist as you all walked out of the theater, trying to act casual even though your legs still trembled from the orgasm you’d ridden out in his lap.

Duff tossed an empty popcorn bucket at Steven. “Told you that chick was gonna die.”

Slash lit a cigarette and snorted. “I could hear you losers whispering the whole time.”

But Izzy didn’t say a word. He just kept walking. Only you noticed the way his jaw clenched, the way his hand dug a little tighter into your hip like he was barely keeping it together.

He barely waited for the others to around the corner before his hand was around your wrist, dragging you down the side of the theater like a man possessed.

“In here. Now.”

The alley was barely lit, smelled like beer and smoke, but you didn’t care, because he spun you around and pinned you to the wall with his body, mouth already crashing into yours.

“You know what you fuckin’ did to me in there?” he growled, already shoving his hand between your thighs. “Got me so fuckin’ hard I couldn’t think straight.”

You gasped as he put his hand up your dress and yanked your panties down your legs, letting them fall around your ankles. His fingers plunged into your soaking wet pussy without warning, and you moaned into his mouth, legs trembling.

Look at you,” he hissed, rubbing tight circles on your clit with two fingers inside you. “Dripping like a slut. You wanted someone to hear you in there, didn’t you? Wanted Slash to turn around and see me ruining you.”

You bit your lip, nodding shamelessly, and he laughed.

Nasty little girl,” he said, low and filthy. “Bet you’d let me bend you over the hood of their car right now, wouldn’t you?”

Izzy….” you whined, breathless.

Shut the fuck up,” he growled, yanking your shirt down to expose one tit, biting hard at the soft flesh. “You wanted it nasty, right? That’s what you’re gonna get.”

His hand wrapped around your throat, not hard, just enough to make your head spin, just enough to say “you’re mine”. Then he spat in his free hand, stroked his cock once, twice, and shoved it into you from behind, fucking you rough and fast without any warning.

You cried out, back arching, nails scraping the brick.

That’s it, baby. Take it. Take this cock like the filthy little slut you are.”

He was brutal, fucking you deep, hands bruising your hips, sweat dripping down his head. His hips slapped against your ass, echoing down the alley like the world didn’t matter. Like he didn’t care if someone walked by and saw it all.

You like this? You like me fucking you like a dirty whore behind a goddamn movie theater?” he panted, one hand back around your throat, pulling you up against his chest.

“Yes! fuck! yes!, Izzy, I love it”

That’s right you do. You love my cock. You love being full of me. You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? Make a mess all over me like a desperate little bitch.”

His fingers reached around and rubbed your clit fast. You broke in seconds, shaking, and moaning shamelessly as your orgasm ripped through you, walls closing around him.

He hissed, lost in that tight pussy of yours. “Fuck…fuck, baby! I’m gonna cum in this tight pussy. Gonna fill you up right here, so the next time you walk, you’ll be dripping my cum down your thighs.”

And he did. Thrusting deep, cumming inside you, swearing against your ear as he spilled every drop.

You stayed against the wall, panting, legs weak.

He slapped your ass and laughed. “Still think we’re done?”

You turned to him, cheeks flushed, spit on your lips, his cum already leaking down your thighs.

“I hope not,” you whispered. “You owe me a round three.”

I’m not sure if this is too far and I couldn’t find anything that says what you write and don’t write but it has the talk of self harm and there is no need to write about it if you’re not comfortable with it! But I thought about it and I was wondering if you could write a story about Izzy Stradlin x Fem reader and they’re in the middle of sex (first time having sex so she’s nervous in general and about her scars, scared that he wouldn’t like her anymore) and he wanders down there and sees the scars from self-harm and she could see him looking at them so she gets embarrassed and flushed but instead he stares in awe and kisses her scars telling her it’s okay because he sensed and saw her embarrassed face? Then he gives her hickeys then gives her some love to her❤️

Hey! Yes I just finished it. I thought this was a really sweet and touching idea for a fic; haven’t really seen many that talk about this topic. So far I don’t have any boundaries when it comes to what I write, but if I do I’ll post about it. So, if you have anymore ideas like this one feel free to voice it😊

Nothing to Hide🩸

Izzy stradlin x fem reader

Warning ‼️ talks about self harm

Y/N POV~~

You were already nervous as hell, just from the fact that this was your first time. But being with him? With Izzy? That made everything feel even more real. He was kissing down your neck, taking his time, his hands soft and warm on your sides. You could barely think straight.

You trusted him. You really did. But still, part of you was scared. Scared he’d see them. The scars.

As his lips moved lower, over your stomach, you tensed without meaning to. He didn’t seem to notice at first, too focused on making sure you felt good and comfortable. But then his hand slid down your thigh… and stopped.

He saw them.

You felt your whole body heat up in panic. “Izzy—wait, just… don’t look at those,” you blurted, your voice way smaller than you meant it to be.

You turned your face, wishing you could disappear. The last thing you wanted was for him to think you were messed up, or broken, or worse… that you’d ruined the moment.

But then he didn’t pull away. He didn’t freak out or say anything weird. Instead, he looked up at you with this soft, gentle expression.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he said quietly, like he already knew exactly how you were feeling. “I see them, yeah. But I also see you. And I still want you.”

Then, out of nowhere, he leaned down and kissed one of the scars. Then another. You felt your throat tighten up, like you might cry, but not in a bad way. He wasn’t scared of them. He wasn’t scared of you.

“These don’t change anything,” he said against your skin. “If anything… they just remind me how strong you are.”

He gave you a few hickeys, teasing you like he always did, but still being gentle. Still letting you know it was okay.

And when he finally leaned in and kissed you, slow and deep, it didn’t feel scary anymore. It felt like love.

You didn’t even remember when your nerves finally melted away, just that Izzy never once made you feel wrong or broken. He touched you like he meant it, like he saw you, all of you, and still wanted more. His hands were everywhere. Every kiss, every teasing moment, every breath against your skin reminded you that this was real. And that he was still here.

After, you were wrapped up in his arms, both of you tangled in the sheets, skin warm and flushed. His fingers lazily trailed up and down your spine, like he wasn’t ready to stop touching you yet. Like letting go wasn’t even an option.

“You okay?” he murmured into your hair.

You nodded, nuzzling your face into his chest. “Yeah… better than okay, actually.”

He chuckled softly, and you could feel the vibrations in his chest. “Good. I was kinda hoping I didn’t suck.”

You snorted. “You didn’t suck. Annoying as hell, maybe, but not bad.”

He tipped your chin up so you had to look at him, that familiar little smirk tugging at his lips. “Annoying, huh? Pretty sure I had you moaning my name like—”

“Izzy!” you hissed, smacking his chest, but he just laughed and caught your wrist.

He kissed your knuckles, then turned serious for a second. “Hey,” he said softly, brushing your hair back from your face. “Thank you… for trusting me.”

Your throat tightened again, but in the best way. You didn’t have words, so you leaned in and kissed him, slow and soft. He kissed you back like he had all the time in the world.

After a while, you tucked yourself under his chin again, his hand gently running over your thigh, fingers brushing over your scars like it was second nature now. Like they didn’t scare him, or change how he saw you at all.

“Y’know,” he said quietly, “if I could, I’d go back in time and sit next to you on whatever night those happened. Just sit with you. Make sure you knew you weren’t alone.”

That broke you a little, in a good way. You blinked fast to stop the tears, but one still slipped out.

You didn’t speak. Just held onto him tighter.

He pulled the blanket up higher around your shoulders and kissed your temple. “I got you now,” he whispered. “Okay? You don’t ever have to hide from me again.”

“I know,” you said quietly. “I don’t want to.”

He smiled against your skin. “Good. Now sleep before I make you fall for me even harder in the morning.”

“Too late,” you muttered, already half-asleep against him. “Way too late…”

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.

phone sex

contents: smut, dom!slash x sub!femreader, dirty talk

word count: 930

p.s if u have any requests don’t be afraid to ask

You’ve been extremely horny lately, feeling extra bad for your boyfriend. You wanted to let him know that you loved him and not lusted over him, but you couldn’t control your high sex drive. This never really happened when you weren’t in a relationship, but now that you’re dating slash.. it’s like heaven. You called him a bit late every day because he always arrived at a hotel after a busy gig with his band.

You decided to call him, you couldn’t get your mind off of him. You heard the phone ring a few times in your ear before a familiar voice came to the phone.

“Hey sweetheart,” Slash said softly.

“Hi my love” you replied.

Even his voice was so angelic to you. God, it drove you crazy. Before you knew it, you guys were on call for an hour and a half. It was now 9pm and your panties randomly got soaked, a wave of horniness hitting you like a brick. You let out a low whine, the weird sensation pooling in your core. Your heart started to pound in your chest, your chest heaving. “Are you alright?” He asked in the same soft tone. “Mhm just a bit horny,” you confessed. He let out a deep chuckle at your confession without a word, which only made your arousal worse.

You weren’t usually a bold type of person, but you couldn’t help but to think about how you would love to get him hard by being straightforward. “I want you inside of me so badly,” you murmured. He groaned at your words, “You’re going to make me hard” he gritted through his teeth. “Good, I wanna make you hard” you say, your hand resting on top of your boob. Your words caused a bulge to grow in his pants, and the relaxed silence grew to sexual tension.

You couldn’t help but to grind against your blanket, whimpering needily. “What’re doin’ right now?” You ask. “Rubbing myself,” he replied. You could hear how heavy his breathing was and the sound of faint rustling. His hand traced over his leather-covered hard on as he focused on the sound of your voice. You just giggled mischievously, loving the sound of him getting turned on. “I wanna feel you” he moaned out softly. “Me too,” you croaked out, feeling yourself twitch inside of your soaked panties.

Before you knew it, your phone was on your other pillow and two of your fingers were plunged inside of your wet heat. His hand was rubbing up and down his shaft as you let out soft moans. The thought of him fucking you and stretching you open drove you crazy. He grunted and groaned, listening to your every sound. “I love you,” he said with a shaky breath. “I love you too” you managed to moan out in response.

Your moans gradually became louder, and his groans became more frequent. “Fuck,” he groaned out as he came. You were surprised from how fast he came, you weren’t even halfway done. But you continued either way, needing to finish. He continued stroking anyways. “I need you to ride me so badly,” he grunted. “I wanna feel you inside of me” you whined. Your fingers curled and your body convulsed. You came, moaning loudly. This caused him to have another orgasm, hearing him grunting and groaning as you panted lightly from your orgasm.

You sat there debating on whether to cum again, your pussy was still wet yet you were somewhat tired. Oh well, he came twice as well. You started again, your pussy feeling almost numb but sensitive from your last orgasm. You couldn’t help but to close your eyes and imagine your fingers were his cock, your fingers plunging in and out of your hole faster at the thought. He was still masturbating, barely any noise coming out of him this time. As you were halfway done with your orgasm, you heard him cuss under his breath once again. “Fuck, I love you” he gasped out as he came. You giggled and kept going as he relaxed and regained composure.

It was hard to cum, your fingers sore. All you could do was moan and attempt to go faster. Dirty words and pleas spilled out of your mouth uncontrollably. “I feel so bad for continuing while you’re exhausted,” you say to him. “Shhh, it’s okay baby. Keep going” he muttered. You listened to him, your orgasm coming closer and closer. “What are you doing now?” You ask in curiosity for the last time. “Rubbing myself again while listening to you,” he responded. You let out a “hmm” noise as an ‘I understand’.

“I wanna suck on your clit so badly, make you cum in my mouth” he said slowly. For some reason, this threw you off of the edge. Your back arched and you came harder than ever before, crying out in pleasure. “Oh, slash, oh fuck,” is all that comes out of your mouth, cum & arousal flooding your fingers as it drips down onto the sheets. He chucked in enjoyment as he heard you gasp and cry out in pleasure. Afterwards, you both sat there in the aftershock. Your legs shaked yet you were still able to put on your pants. He agreed to put on his pants as well and laid back down afterwards.

“You mean so much to me baby,” he mutters out lovingly, his voice laced with exhaustion.

“You mean everything to me,” you mutter back out in response before rolling over and drifting off to sleep out of exhaustion.

que viejo ridiculo, lo amo

Axl Rose:

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*you starts filming*

- Hey, who is this?

*Izzy thinks*

- oh, sh.. is y/n serious? alright… tell someth..

*gif*

Y/N - your name.

slizzy

“Drunk”

90s Axl Rose x reader

You had went out with guys for a fun night but you soon found out the guys held their liquor a lot better than you did you were pretty damn wasted. You started dancing to the loud music blaring and the guys laughed at you and Slash and Duff danced with you a little bit. Your boyfriend Axl stayed super close to you watching over you. “Axl y/n’s fucking plastered” Duff said to him. “I know I need to get her home.” Axl said watching you dance and laughing you looked really happy but everyone knew you were drunk as fuck.

Axls POV:

I was glad y/n was having fun I know she can get in her head and it was nice seeing her let go a little but I was also worried since she was drunk some guy would try to take advantage of her so I kept a close eye on her and made sure she was safe the whole night. I walked up to her and stopped her dancing. “Hi baby you wanna dance with me it’s soooo much fun” she said slurring her words and laughing. “No sugar not right now I think we should get home” I said grabbing her hand. “Awwwww but whyyyyy” she said in a pouty tone. “Because I’m tired and your drunk and I know tomorrow morning is going to be hell for both of us” I said. “I’m not that drunk babe” she said. “Y/n really?” I said. “Ok maybe a little bit” she said laughing “few more minutes?” She asked giving me puppy eyes. “Ok a few more babe then let’s get home ok” I said to her. “Ok” she said hugging me. Duff and I then started talking about stuff and I got distracted by how much time went by and I hadn’t been paying attention to y/n. “Hey where’s y/n?” Duff asked. Shit I couldn’t find her in the crowd. “I don’t know I’ll go find her. I walked around the bar and then I finally found her this tall decent looking guy was trying to talk to her and touch her arm when she pulled it away I saw her mouth from the word “No stop” I knew I had to get over there and get that guy to back the fuck off. I walked over and grabbed y/n “oh my gosh Axl thank goodness” she said immediately falling into my chest and letting me hold her. “Leave my fucking girlfriend alone dick” I said to the guy. “My bad I didn’t know she was with anyone don’t be such a dick jeez ” the guy replied I felt my body tense up as the guy walked away from us I wanted to punch him but as I was starting to walk towards him y/n stopped me “babe don’t” she said and she was right I picked her up bridal style and walked her into the car

“Youre the best” you said to Axl as you drove home. “Thank you babe” Axl said blushing. “I love you” you said “I love you too babe” Axl said trying to focus on the road. “Axl I feel sick” you said. “You’re gonna feel that way for the next few hours baby just try to relax you can get to bed when we get home” Axl said. “That guy was a real dick” you said. “Yeah he was I’m sorry I should’ve been watching you” Axl said. “It’s ok” you said. “I love you” you said again. “I know you do babe you’ve said it a lot this car ride.” Axl said. You laughed “haha you said I know like Han Solo like Star Wars hahaha” you said laughing. “Oh my god” Axl said rolling his eyes at you this was the longest car ride of his life. “You are so drunk y/n” Axl said laughing. “Youre hot I really like your face” you said to Axl “thanks” Axl said laughing at your odd drunk remarks. “Sometimes I think I’m not good enough for you” you said. Axl was caught of guard your remark. “Oh y/n you’re perfect if anything I don’t deserve you your beautiful and kind and have the prettiest eyes and a smile that lights up my life you make everything better you make me a better person I’d be nothing without you” Axl replied only to look over to see you passed out dead asleep in the car.

“Glam Rock Makeup”

80s Duff Mckagan x reader

(Pics for reference)

It was a Friday night and your boyfriend Duff had a gig with his band and he was taking an absurd amount of time in the bathroom to get ready. “DUFFF WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGG” you said banging on the bathroom door. He’d been in there for forever and you needed to get ready for the gig too you needed to do your make up and do your hair. “One minute babe” Duff yelled back. “Can I just come in and get ready it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before Duff” you said laughing. Duff didn’t reply. Finally after 5 more minutes of him still being in the bathroom you went in he didn’t lock the door so you just went it “ok Duff you’ve had more then a minute” you said entering the bathroom only to see Duff standing there with smeared eye liner on and messy hair that he had definitely tried to tease up. You were taken aback “Duff were you trying to do glam make up” you said laughing a little. Duff blushed. “Maybe I thought it would look cool but I actually suck at it” Duff said. “Is that my eye liner?” You asked. “Yeah sorry I might’ve ruined it” Duff said embarrassed. “It’s fine baby you can borrow my stuff buttt you should let me do your makeup it might be funnnn” you said giving Duff puppy eyes. Duff grinned and sighed “alright go for it y/n” Duff said “Yay!” You said jumping up and down and running to grab your eye shadow palates.

You made Duff sit on the toilet and got out some purple eye shadow. “Close your eyes Duff” you said Duff did and you started brushing the eye shadow on his eye lid. Duff smiled and pulled back “Duff sit still” you said laughing. “Sorry it tickled” Duff said. You smiled and continued to apply the make up. “Don’t make me look like an idiot please y/n” Duff said. “I won’t I won’t you’ll look like a total fuckin rockstar when I’m done” you said. “Sure” Duff said chuckling as you now pulled out the eye liner and started to line his eyes with them. Once you finished it you decided he needed a little bit of mascara too just to make his eyes pop. “Ok Duff” you said pulling him off the toilet and having him walk over to the mirror to see the make up. “Do you like it?” You asked. Duff laughed “Well I do look pretty glam rock and a little like a chick but you did good babe thank you.” Duff said hugging you and kissed th top of your head. “You’re welcome baby it was fun” you said. “Ok you can get ready now” Duff said leaving the bathroom.

Once you were ready you and Duff were ready to leave “damn sexy” Duff said as he saw you walking out of the bathroom. You blushed. “Babe I forgot something on your makeup” you said giggling. “Yeah what?” Duff asked. “You need lip stick.” You said giggling. Duff rolled his eyes. “If you say so” Duff said. You pulled out your lipstick. “Ok stick your lips out like your kissing me” you told Duff. He did what you said and you laughed he looked so funny you applied the lip stick to him and he looked great “ ok now are we ready to go?” Duff asked “yes” you said grabbing his hand and he lead you out of your apartment. It was going to be a fun night with your glam rocker boyfriend

“Period Care”

80s Slash x reader

You laid down curled up in a ball in bed waiting for Slash to come home. He was at the studio all day today and you really missed him you were on your period and having horrible cramps. You just wanted Slash to be at home and to cuddle you he always made you feel better. You heard the front door open from your bedroom finally Slash was home you were so happy. You looked up to see a very tired Slash walking into your guys bedroom. “Long day?” You asked. “Yeah Axl threatened to leave the band Steven was high and we only recorded like one song so you know same old same old.” Slash said changing his clothes and then getting in bed with you . “Aw sounds bout right babe” you said. Slash laid down next to you . “How was your day?” he asked rolling over and putting his face next to yours. “‘Not the best” you said. “Aw what’s wrong?” Slash asked. “It’s just my period my cramps have been awful today I just laid in bed a lot I’m really tired” you said. “Aw come here sweetheart” Slash said reaching out his arms for you to come into so he could hold you. You laid down in Slashes arms and buried your face in Slashes chest. You felt so happy and safe. “Do you need anything babe chocolate or do you want me to rub your stomach?” Slash asked sweetly. He was so sweet you thought. “I’m ok for now thank you babe you said kissing him. He smiled. “Wanna order pizza for dinner and watch movies?” You asked. “That would be amazing” Slash said smiling. You smiled Slash always made you so happy.

“Don’t Be Nervous”

Axl Rose 90s x Reader

(Use these pics for reference)

You got in your car and begin driving to the studio where the photoshoot was being held. You had no prior modeling experience you did this on a dare. You were a huge GNR fan and when you saw an ad for a girl needed to do a photoshoot with Axl Rose you got excited and you’re friend dared you to do it so what you had never modeled before it couldn’t hurt to send in a head shot or two. You had no way expected to actually get a call back but last Monday sure enough an executive with the magazine company had called you and said you, YOU had been selected to do the photo shoot with the AXL ROSE you couldn’t believe it. You were so shocked. They thought you and Axls looks would pair well together and that was probably the biggest compliment of your life. Now here you were shaking with excitement as you drove to the studio.

You were greeted by a make up artist and hair stylist they told you Axl was very excited to meet you. You blushed you had sorta a crush on him I mean to be honest every girl did. They told you you would be wearing a tight short black dress and as soon as you put it on you had never looked so good. The dress hugged your body perfectly your make up and had never looked that good and your hair was loosely curled and seemed to fall perfectly. You had never looked at yourself and felt this beautiful. The photographer and designer explained to you that Axl had been wanting to do a shoot with a girl for The Rolling Stones magazine and since he didn’t have a girlfriend right now they needed to pick one and Axl and him both thought you were the perfect choice. He said he wanted lots of shots of you and Axl up close touching, flirting, and to be sexy. This made you extremely nervous what if you looked terrible and messed up the shoot. You were so nervous waiting for Axl to come.

Finally there he came he walked out to the set he was perfect in every way he his hair was perfect his beautiful eyes lit up when he saw you he was wearing jeans and a leather vest without a shirt which exposed his perfectly chiseled abs. He looked like a fucking Greek god. “You must be y/n?” He asked extending his hand out for you to shake. Goddamn his voice was deep you thought. “Hi- y-yeah I’m y/n” you said trying to hide how nervous you were. “I’m sure you know who i am right?” Axl asked jokingly. “Yeah your Vince Neil right?” You said trying to be funny. Axl laughed and rolled his eyes “Alright alright good one” he said. Your face was bright red it made you feel good you made him laugh. “Alright now that you guys talked a little bit we’re gonna pose you” the director said. An assistant came over and told you to stand facing Axl they then directed you to hold on to Axls waist and they told Axl to grab yours. You two were now extremely close and one of Axls hand had left your waist and found your ass. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You were just praying Axl couldn’t sense how nervous you were. You looked down at your feet seeing how they hadn’t started taking pictures yet. “Is my hand ok?” Axl asked you. You looked up at him damn his eyes were beautiful “Y-yes” you said trying to hide your anxiousness. “Don‘t be worried sweetheart you look gorgeous” Axl whispered in your ear. You turned toward the camera grinning. The photographer began snapping photos. “Do you think you guys could kiss a little for us?” The director asked. “Sure” you both said. Axl lips found your neck a look of pleasure spread across your face you were completely oblivious to the fact the photographer was snapping photos. Axls lips eventually trailed up and found your lips. You kissed him back passionately shoving your tongue into his mouth before he could put his in yours. Axl pulled away looking at you in awe “And I thought you were nervous sugar” Axl said smirking at you. Axl then crashed his lips on to yours and your tongues fought in each other’s mouths one of Axls hands remained on your ass while the other was tangled in your hair. “Ok cut cut” the director shouted. You and Axl who had been lost in your kissing pulled apart and looked at him “that was great guys like very um well passionate for people who just met” he said. You and Axl laughed. “But now I want “y/n put one of your legs on Axls waist and Axl you support her and then look at the camera for us” he said. Axl helped you wrap your leg on his waist and he grabbed your butt for support you laid one hand on his bare chest and the other on the back of his head. “Alright guys give me sexy” the photographer said. Your and Axls faces lit up with each flash of the camera. Axl kept looking at you with hungry eyes which made you want him very badly you two were definitely nailing this photoshoot.

The director had now had Axl remove his vest and he was now completely shirtless. “Ok Axl push y/n against the wall for us.” The director said. Axl grabbed your hands and lifted them above your head and pushed them against the wall your back hit the cool dry wall “Did I hurt you sweet heart?” Axl asked. “No” you said. You and Axl stood looking into each other’s eyes. Axl and you began making out for a few mins when he then abruptly broke away. He dropped your hands and pulled out a cigarette. “Axl what the hell?” You asked the photographer didn’t tell him to stop. Axl lit the cigarette and held it loosely up to his lips. He inhaled the smoke but then you removed the cigarette from his mouth placing it in your own. Axl looked at you shocked. “Fuck you” Axl said not really angry but just surprised by your actions. You winked and walked away. “Alright guys those pictures will definitely look amazing that little cigarette stunt was great guys” the director said. You continued to smoke the cigarette as you walked off set Axl rushed up to you. “I’m gonna need to take you at to drinks after this” Axl whispered to you and then took the cigarette from your mouth and then walking away from you.

“I guess I must really love you”

90s Axl Rose x reader

Fluff

You and Axl both laid in bed watching tv. It was like around 11 pm. You laid there together you were tracing Axls tattoos on his arms and he was watching tv. “I’m bored” you said. “Me too” Axl said. It was one of those nights were you just wanted to stay in and rest but you also wanted to do something. “You should let me braid your hair.” You said sitting up. Axl laughed “Yeah not happening sugar” Axl said. But whyyy nottt” you said pouting. “Because I’ll look stupid” Axl said. “No you won’t it’ll be cute” you said pleading. “No y/n” Axl said waving his finger at you. You gave him puppy eyes and a pouty lip. Axl rolled his eyes and sat up. “Ugh fine y/n” he said. “Yay!! I promise it’ll look good” you said jumping up and running to the bathroom to grab hair ties. “You’re Lucky you’re pretty you know that right” Axl said as you ran to the bathroom. You ran back and sat behind Axl so you could start braiding his hair. You decided to do two French braids. You started and you must’ve pulled his hair a little because he groaned at you “fuck y/n be gentle” “ sorry babe” you said kissing his cheek. You gave him a little scalp massage which he definitely liked but was to proud to admit it. You then finished his hair and were pretty proud of it. “It looks so good Ax” you said smiling “you should go look in the mirror” you said. “I’d rather not” Axl said laying back down and rolling over. A little bit later you realized Axl had fallen asleep with his hair still braided which made you giggle.

~Time skip ~

There was a knock at the door but only Axl heard it you slept through it. Axl got outta bed and went to the door to answer it he was barley awake though and forgot that his hair was still braided. When he opened the door he saw Slash. “Hey man- wait dude what did you to do your hair?” Slash said starting to laugh. “What” a groggy Axl answered he then turned around and saw you now standing in the hallway who was also giggling. “You really didn’t wake me up to tell me to take these out” Axl said to you annoyed. “I didn’t wanna mess up your beauty sleep” you said grinning “You know I must really love you to let you do this dumb stuff to me” Axl said laughing. “Yeah I guess you really do” you said blushing and smiling up at him.

“You Don’t Really Hate Me”

Axl Rose x reader

90s Axl

Warning: some smut

y/b/n = your bands name

You were exhausted literally two days ago you had finally made it home to your apartment after touring for what felt like eternity. You and your band had been on tour with Guns N’ Roses and Metallica. It was one of the greatest and worst experiences of your life. You had planned on spending this whole week recovering and sleeping alone in your apartment but your manager had scheduled lots of press for after the tour. So here you sat half awake in a stupid MTV interview answering question after question. They were all boring questions too the same old same old what’s it like being the lead singer? Was it hard to be the only female singer on tour? Did you enjoy it? And blah blah blah.

“So what did you think of that Axl Rose guy is he a jerk like they say?” The interviewer asked. Shit you thought yes he was he really was. Well to clarify to you Axl was. You had seen Axl be perfectly nice to other people on tour including your other band mates but you he was always a real dick to you. He would make rude comments about you and he would talk to your lead guitarist instead of you. He was always late to shows which messed up when you would preform and one time you went backstage to confront him only to find him eating out some stupid groupie. Damn did that guy piss you off. “Y/n you didn’t respond did you hear me?” The interviewer asked. You didn’t realize you spaced out thinking about how much you hated that guy. “Sorry sorry um” “We just well hes kinda a dick” you said. The interviewer seemed very intrigued now. “Really care to elaborate” the interviewer said grinning. “Well Axls got a huge ego, he was very rude to me, and he’s dramatic that’s all .” You said smirking. “I guess the rumors are true than” the interviewer said. “Yeah something like that” you said. You could tell the interviewer wanted more drama but you were so over doing press. Finally the interview ended and you decided you needed a drink so you made your way to the bar.

Axls POV:

I’m finally done with touring for now I need a day to fucking relax. I was channel surfing when I landed on MTV. And there she was that girl from y/b/n she had been a real bitch to me the whole tour. “So what do you think of that Axl Rose guy?” The interviewer on the tv asked. This made my ears peek up. And sure enough she dragged my name threw the mud what a pussy I know why she doesn’t like me, and I don’t like her that’s just how it was the whole tour. Her interview ended with that I was done with tv I needed a drink.

~time skip~

You sat at the bar counter taking shots and trying to unwind. It had been working so far and no one recognized you so you were enjoying yourself. Then that’s when he came in. He was wearing a t shirt and some basketball shorts and sunglasses covered his eyes. But you knew. You knew it was him he took a seat farther down on the counter away from you. You wanted to leave the last thing you needed today was confrontation with Axl. You waited until the bar got a little busier and now more people were standing around. You made a break for it and kept your head low. Then you ran into someone. “Sorry” the voice said. You knew that husky voice it was Axls “it’s fine” you said trying to get away before he realized it was you. “Hey wait a damn minute” Axls voice said. Then a hand grabbed your arm pulling you back in front of Axl. “You really thought I’d let you get away with saying all that shit about me sweetheart?” Axl said in a very snooty voice. “Shut up Axl” you said trying to walk away. He stuck his arm out. “No,no sweetie if you’ve got something to say about me say it my face” Axl said smirking. “Fine your a dick” you said crossing your arms and looking him dead in the eye.

Axls POV:

I really didn’t expect y/n to say that to me I thought she’d chicken out. But now I didn’t know what to do. I was half pissed and half turned on to be honest. I was also a little drunk but messing with y/n was one of my favorite things “Really well your a bitch” I said back at her. She blew me off and started to walk away again “No no your coming with me I’ll show you how much of a dick I am” I said grabbing her arm and leading her out of the bar.

You didn’t know what to do. Everything stopped your brain knew it wasn’t a good idea to go with Axl but somehow every rational thought you had didn’t matter at all you were going with Axl. Axl took you to his apartment he never exchanged a word with you the whole walk there. Then when he got in the apartment he sat right on his couch and didn’t even look at you. This went on for at least 10 mins before you had enough. “What the fuck Axl you drag me to your apartment you won’t fucking leave me alone at the bar, you treated me like actual shit on the tour and now you’re giving me the silent treatment.” You said you were so enraged at him. He sat quiet for another few mins. You were done. “I’m leaving” you said making your way to the door. “Fuck you” you said about to leave. “Wait” Axl said. “You don’t really hate me y/n” Axl said smirking. You walked back over to the couch. “You hate that I won’t give you the time of day, I give it to everyone else, I give it to all these other girls.” Axl paused and stood up his face now inches from yours. “You want my full attention you want me” his breath fanned over your neck and his voice was heavy with lust. “You want me to make you feel special you’ve seen me do it to other people you want my validation but I won’t give it to you and that pisses you off doesn’t it sweetheart.” Axl said in your ear. You were frozen he was right. He read you like an open book. “I bet you wished you were that groupie you saw me with don’t you?” Axl said in a heavy whisper. Fuck was all your brain could think you needed Axl and he knew it he had you all vulnerable for him. You couldn’t look him in the eyes you stared down at the carpet. “Y-yes” you said quietly. “Look at me baby” Axl said lifting up your chin. Your eyes met his. “Y-yes” you said a little bit louder. “You want me to give you all my attention sweetheart you want me to make you feel all special?” Axl asked. “Yes” you said in a weak voice. “Ok baby” Axl said.

He lead you to his bedroom. You both were now naked. Axl laid down on the bed. “Come here sugar” he said to you. You came over to him. His hands guided your hips and soon his cock found your entrance. “Oh-Axl” you moaned taking him in. “Shhh ride me baby” Axls hands guided your hips up and down on his cock he started out nice and slow. “I’ll kiss you threw it” Axl said. He kept kissing you as you rode his cock. He would whisper things into your hair but one time he said loud enough for you to hear. “Your so beautiful you know that right your so fucking beautiful.” He really was making you feel special, extremely special. As Axl sped up his pace your cum began to spill onto his dick. He then pulled out and you both rode out your orgasms. “I knew you never really hated me” Axl said. “Shut up dick” you said now sorta using it as a pet name for him. Axl laughed. “You know I always kinda like you” Axl said. “I always liked you too” you said. Axl leaned over and started to kiss you. “Remember this the next time you try to drag my name threw the mud though ok sugar” Axl said pulling away from the kiss and winking at you. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget tonight” you said. “Yeah this’ll be something we tell our kids” Axl said. “Our kids?” You said. Axl laughed. And then it was quiet. Axl then broke the silence “I really am sorry for being a dick to you I didn’t mean to do that but I can be difficult.” Axl said in a sincere tone. “It’s ok thanks for apologizing” you said. Axl smiled. “Damn the press will go wild if they find this out” Axl said laughing. “Yeah they will” you said. You and Axl were now cuddling in the bed watching tv when Axl flipped it to MTV news. “A recent source has turned in photos of Axl Rose and y/n l/n holding hands and leaving a bar together.” “Y/n was just recently saying how she hated Rose, was it a cover up? Or are they enemies to lovers?” Axl flipped off the tv after that and you both looked at each other wide eyed. You both were in for a lot of shit that’s for sure.

“I’ll help you”

Izzy Stradlin x reader

90s Izzy

Warning: mentions drug use

You were eating breakfast in your apartment when you got a phone call. “Hello?” You said expecting it to be Izzy. “Hey what’s happening?” But to your surprise it was your best friend Axl. “Oh hey ax not much and sorry you caught me off guard I was expecting izzy” you said into the phone. “Yeah speaking of izzy that’s why I called” Axl said. “Is he ok?” You asked now concerned. “He’s been a real dick lately I don’t know he’s not being himself around us I know he’s quiet but somethings up lately” Axl said. That made you so sad to here you wish you could be there with Izzy while they were on tour but your job wouldn’t really let you. “Really did something happen?” You asked. “Not that I know of to be honest I think he just really misses you” Axl said. “Yeah well I can’t really just fly to Germany tonight” you said laughing. “Why not?” Axl asked. “Because not all of us are big time rockstars with private jets” you said. “I’ll pay for you to fly in seriously y/n izzy needs you” Axl said. You did really miss izzy it had been 2 months since you saw him in person and phone calls just weren’t enough and if he needed you… “Axl are you sure?” You said. “Yes I’m sure I’ll find you a flight and I’ll pay for it” Axl said. “Really?” You said. “Yeah come on it’s what friends are for and I want you to be here for Izzy” Axl said. “Ok thanks red I’ll start packing” you said. “Alright sounds good talk to you later y/n” Axl said hanging up the phone.

~time skip~

You had reached the airport in Germany and Axl had sent a security person to pick you up and drive you to their hotel. It had been a long night on the plane and you were excited to see Izzy but at the same time worried about him what if Axl was wrong and he wanted to break up? What if he had cheated? You just really hoped that seeing you would cheer him up.

~another time skip~

You found Izzy’s room and got the key from the front desk and then opened the door. You then saw sitting at the foot of the bed hunched over doing something you thought he was trying to stop. He was about to shove a needle in his arm. “Izzy?” you said closing the door. “Y/n?” Izzy said quickly dropping the needle and trying to hide it from you. “Y/n what the fuck are you doing here” Izzy asked. “Axl flew me out to surprise you” you replied. “Oh cool” Izzy said. It was quiet and very awkward. “I thought you quit” you said needing answers from Izzy. “I thought so too” Izzy said and a tear rolled down his cheek. You now sat on the bed next him. “I’m so stupid y/n” Izzy said putting his face in his hands and crying a little. It was hard to see him like this he was usually so strong. “I’m not mad Izzy I just want to help but we need to talk ok” you said trying to comfort him. Izzy now say up and wiped away some of his tears. “Yeah you right” Izzy said. “I was doing good y/n I really was but these last 2 weeks I couldn’t take it anymore between Axls mood swings and the stress of touring and then the one person who actually loves me and listens to me wasn’t at my side I just-“ Izzy stopped. “I’m here now Izzy and I won’t leave you.” You said stroking his hair. “I’ll never leave you Izzy I’m gonna help you were gonna figure this out together” you said. “I don’t know if I can be in this band anymore y/n” Izzy said. That kinda surprised you but it also didn’t the band got a lot bigger than Izzy ever imagined and he expressed to you a lot how he didn’t love the attention. “I want you to do whatever is best for you Izzy.” You said. “And right now that’s staying here with me relaxing and just watching tv or talking ok” you said to him sweetly. “Ok” Izzy said. “I want off these fuckin drugs babe I really do” Izzy said crying a little again. “I know you do honey I know and I’m gonna help you get off them” you said squeezing his hand. “We’re gonna figure it out together ok Izzy” you said.

“Lemme prove it to you”

Slash x Reader

Smut

90s Slash

“Oh my goodness you play guitar right?” A very intoxicated girl said pointing her finger at Slash (your boyfriends) chest. “Yes I do” Slash said. “Oh my can you like give me your autograph” the girl said twirling her hair and biting her lip. This girl was really working it and it was pissing you off she was acting like you weren’t even there. But you were and what was supposed to be a date with Slash was now ruined by this random drunk girl. “Sorry i don’t have a pen on me some other time though” Slash said rejecting the girl. “Ok” the girl said “I could go get one” she said giggling. Slash smiled. You death glared him which he definitely saw because he wiped that smile off his face and coughed “um no sorry I’m busy right now” Slash said. “Ok whatever” the girl said walking away from your guys table. Slash turned at you and laughed. “Damn the chicks all want me I guess babe” Slash said jokingly. You weren’t in the mood for jokes though you were jealous. “yep” you said looking down at your drink. “Are you mad?” Slash asked. “No” you said it was sorta a lie you weren’t mad at him you were mad at the chick for intruding on your date. “Your jealous aren’t you” Slash said. You didn’t reply just shook your head no. “Your the only one I want you know that right” Slash said trying to make you feel better. “Yeah I know” you said unenthusiastically. “Alright let’s go home” Slash said. “What why?” You asked. “ I need to prove something to you” Slash said standing up and grabbing your hand to lead you out of the bar.

~time skip~

You were now laying in your bed completely naked and Slash was on top of you. “Your so special to me baby let me show you” Slash said into your ear. You were so wet for him “Ok” you said. Slashes member then found your entrance. You moaned. “See baby no other girl gets this from me only you baby I only love you doll” Slash said in your ear. You nodded but it was all to much to focus on as his dick pounded into you. “Tell me baby do you believe me?” Slash asked in your ear. “Y-yes” you moaned. Slash smirked and then started going a little harder. “Tell me louder you little slut” Slash said. “YES” you moaned louder. “Good girl, you look so pretty right now letting me make you feel this good.” Slash whispered in your ear. “Fuck Slash” you said starting to cum. “Wait sweetheart I’m almost there” Slash said. Then he pulled out and you both rode out your orgasms. “I’m sorry for being jealous babe” you said calming down. “I’m sorry for letting that chick kinda flirt with me” Slash said. “It all worked out though” Slash said smirking. And you laughed.

“Bandanna”

Axl Rose x reader

80s Axl

Warning smut

The guys came off stage sweaty and worn out except Axl. He was fired up he found you the minute he got backstage. He was shirtless and dripping with sweat he was wearing tight black leather pant and he was shirtless and a sparkly blue bandanna was tied around his forehead. All the guys sat down backstage and Axls hand immediately found your lower back and kept it around you at all times. “You were amazing baby” you whispered into his chest. “Thank you sugar” he said kissing the top of your head. All the guys sat around drinking smoking and discussing the show but Axl was oddly quiet. “Are you ok babe?” You whispered to him. “Yeah, yeah just can you come with me?” He asked in a low tone. You knew that tone it was his I have a mega boner and need you immediately tone. “Of course” you said standing up as Axl took your hand and lead you to the bathroom. “The bathroom Axl the guys will hear us!” You said. “And?” Axl asked sarcastically already beginning to unzip his leather pants. “Axl” you pleaded. “Nothing they haven’t heard before darlin” Axl said smirking. Axl was now only in his boxers and was beginning to take your panties off. “I’ll warm you up baby” Axl whispered in your ear. That’s when you felt his finger shoot into your pussy. Once he found your sweet spot he began to pulse it up and down and then he added another one. Little moans escaped your lips. “Shy shh babe” Axl would coo. He then pulled his fingers out and pulled off his boxers exposing his bright red hard cock. Axl then undid his bandanna “Give me your hands sugar.” You did as he said and held out your hands Axl tied them together using his bandanna

“Good girl you listen to my so good baby” Axl said praising you. He then used one hand to pin your wrists that were tied up against the wall. And he used his other one to make his dick enter you. You moaned and Axl pressed harder. “Your so damn tight y/n” Axl moaned gruffly. He then found your g-spot and got his thrusts into a rhythm. Anytime you moaned he would press your tied up wrists hard against the wall. Axls thrusts soon got faster. “Axl I’m gonna cum babe” you moaned. “Me-me too” Axl said out of breath. Axl soon pulled out and you both hit your climax. Axl then untied your wrists and you both began to get dressed when a knock came from the door. “What the hell are you two doing I need to piss” it was Slashes voice from the other side of the door. “Fuck” Axl spat quickly pulling up his pants and zipping them. “One minute” you both yelled. Axl then was going to walking out the door but he hadn’t taken the bandanna back from you so you quickly shoved it in your pocket. “Thank god” Slash said as you two walked out. You and Axl both went and sat back down and the room got very quiet and all the guys stared at you two. “Oh my come on guys” Axl said breaking the silence. That’s when Duff and Steven burst out laughing and soon Izzy did too. Then Slash came out of the bathroom. “Hey Axl where’s your bandanna?” Slash asked. “Oh um?” Axl said looking at you. You then pulled it out of your pocket and handed it to Axl. The guys started laughing. “You dirty bastard” Slash said and they all started cackling. You looked at Axl who was smiling and containing laughter. It was going to be a long night that was for sure.

“New Girlfriend ”

Slash x Reader

90s Slash

Fluff

“Yeah and this one’s a python his names Fang” Slash said pointing at this huge snake in a terrarium. “Oh cool” you said leaning down to look at the snake. “Yeah I went to a snake research center when we were on tour” Slash said to you smiling. He seemed so genuinely excited to tell you all about snakes. You knew Slash pretty well and if there were two things he loved it was snakes and guitars. “I have another snake over here too Axl said I could maybe put him in the music video” Slash said pointing at another terrarium. “Oh wow that’d be really cool” you said loving to hear Slash be so excited to talk to you. “I know right I really hope I get to.” Slash said beaming. You guys stood quiet for a few mins. “Thanks for listening about my snakes some chicks get all freaked out around them” he said chuckling. You laughed “I think they are cool pets they’re unique everyone has dogs or cats that’s boring” you said. Slash smiled and shook his head. “My ex didn’t seem to think so she hated them she wished we had a dog or something.” Slash said. “Well maybe you just need a different girlfriend” you said. You couldn’t really believe you said it, it kinda just slipped out it kinda scared you, you’d always had a little bit of a crush on Slash. “Yeah maybe” Slash said looking down at the floor and scratching the back of his neck. “I wanted to ask you y/n” slash said. “Yeah?” You said nervous to what he would say next. “So like I said we’re shooting a new music video next week and I’m supposed to do a part with a girl” Slash said looking up at you. “Ok” you said. “So I uh- was wondering if you uh- you know- would um be the girl we kinda have to kiss and stuff but it just I-“ you cut him off. But you cut him off by pressing your lips against his. He didn’t pull away in fact his hands found the back of your head and his tongue now explored your mouth. You both pulled away. “I’m gonna take that as a yes” Slash said letting out a relieved laugh. “Yes Slash I’d love to do the video with you.” You said. Slash blushed. “Awesome” he said. “And uh the new girlfriend thingy I said” you said nervously. “I’d be your new girlfriend” you said your face feeling hot and you didn’t even look slash in the face. “I’d like that” Slash said. “I’d like that a lot.” He said.

“Nothing better to do”

Axl Rose x reader

Fluff

Year:1989

It was a pretty boring day you had nothing to do except relax. That was pretty rare since your boyfriend was Axl Rose and he always had somewhere to be or something to do. You were happy though to have a lazy day so you sat in your bed in your pjs cuddled up with a book reading. It was the middle of the day and softly raining outside. It was literally the perfect day. As you sat there relaxing a very annoyed Axl came walking into your shared bedroom and fell onto the bed now laying there staring up at the ceiling. “I’m boreddddd” Axl said in a very fussy little kid way. “Hi bored I’m y/n” you said not even bothering to look up from your book. “Ha Ha Ha you should be a comedian you know” Axl said in a very sarcastic way. You didn’t reply just continued to read. “Sugar talkkkk to meeee” Axl said. You sat down your book “Ok what do you want to talk about?” You asked. “I don’t know” Axl said. “Ok tell me when you do” you said picking up your book again. Axl now laid quiet for a few minutes. “I want to marry you” Axl said. Now that really made you set down your book. “I’d like to marry you too someday babe” you said. “No not someday y/n today we should get married today.” Axl said. “Axl are you crazy we can’t today” you said thinking Axl was crazy to think you guys could just up and get married right now today. “Why not? Not like we have anything better to do.” Axl said. “Yeah but Axl what about my parents and the rest of my family and what about a dress and a big fancy party and-“ you continued to list off reasons why you guys couldn’t just get married today before Axl cut you off. “Oh fuck all that I just want to get married to you babe” Axl said now getting up and walking over to the window and opening the curtains “See y/n and it’s raining that’s good luck on a wedding day come one babe it’d be a fun story to tell our kids wouldn’t it.” Axl said smiling at you. You laughed he made a good case but you didn’t want to just get married at the courthouse you wanted a dress and a nice ceremony and a fancy party. “I’m sorry Axl but if we get married I want to do it right” you said. He looked a little disappointed. “I know babe I’m just-“ Axl stopped mid sentence. “I just remembered something I’m gonna go do something ok babe?” Axl said very happily . “Um ok” you said confused how one minute he was sad and now happy. “Ok I’ll be back in a little bit love you” he said practically skipping out of your room. “Ok love you too?” You said shaking your head and going back to reading you knew Axl was weird but man sometimes the guy really confused you. You could hear him on the phone with someone “Thank you so much seriously alright yeah I’ll tell her and thanks again, yes I’ll make sure to tell her to call you guys ok yes bye now” Axl said. Hmmm who was he calling you thought. Whatever I’ll ask him later you thought going back to reading.

~time skip~

A few hours later you got a knock on the door. You answered it only to see Duff. “Duff?” “What are you doing here?” You asked. He seemed very smiley and happy. “Just come with me y/n he said grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the apartment door way. Duff lead you up a ton of stairs. “Duff I’m sorry but where the fuck are we going” Duff laughed. “You’ll see you’ll see geez have a little patience” You guys now reached a door that lead to the roof. “The roof?” You asked. “Just cmon” Duff said. You both went through door. And that’s where you saw it a line of rose pedals and candles that lead you to Axl. Axl who was standing there holding something behind his back Axl looked nervous super nervous. You stood frozen knowing what was going to happen and so overwhelmed. “Go on” Duff said pushing you a little. You walked down the path or rose pedals leading you to Axl. It was beautiful everything was beautiful. When you reached Axl he immediately got down on one knee. And pulled out a little black box that had a huge Diamond ring in it “ Y/n I’ve never met anyone like you before, before I met you I didn’t know what love was you’ve been there for me through thick and thin you’ve made me a better person your the love of my life and I want to spend every minute with you your smile and beauty light up my world your my muse of every love song your my soulmate I love you y/n” Axl took a deep breath tears were streaming down your face “so y/n l/n will you marry me?” Axl asked now tearing up too. “O-of course Axl yes oh my goodness yes Axl” you said and Axl slipped the ring on your finger jumped up picked you up spun you around and kissed not to mention it was still raining everything was literally right out of a movie. Axl set you down and and held your hand up in the air “ SHE SAID YES GUYS” and with that Duff walked up and Slash Izzy, and Steven all also walked out. They all congratulated you and you were too happy nothing seemed real. You guys decided to go back inside though due to the rain. “Axl?” “Yes princess?” he said. “Did you have to propose to me while I’m in my pjs though” you said laughing. Axl started laughing too. “Oh by the way I called your parents and got their blessing” Axl said in a happy tone. You now realized that was who he called earlier. “Really you said thanks ax” you said hugging him. “Of course babe I promise I’ll do this wedding thing right for you” he said smiling. “I love you” you said. “I love you too” Axl said back kissing you.

“Jealousy”

Izzy Stradlin x reader

slight smut not rlly tho

GNR was on tour with Skid Row and you had tagged along with your boyfriend Izzy. So here you sat next to him and with the rest of the guys and the guys of Skid Row. “So y/n I’m running out of the hotel because this guys chasing me yelling THAT WAS MY GIRLFRIEND ASS HOLE” Sebastian Bach said to you telling you one of his many entertaining and odd stories. “Oh my god Sebastian your insane” you said laughing. You and Sebastian had been talking the whole night he was a lot of fun to talk to. You didn’t think Izzy really minded after all he wasn’t normally the jealous type and he didn’t get very jealous when you hung out with the guys in GNR so you didn’t think he’d mind if you and Sebastian were talking and having a good time…

Izzy’s POV:

I’m good at staying chill and stuff I guess and I really don’t get that jealous but seeing y/n laugh like that and seeing Sebastian look at her like that really made my blood boil. No one is supposed to look at her like that or make her laugh like that except me. She was my world and I didn’t need some stupid guy like Sebastian stealing her from me. I trust y/n I really do and I don’t mind at all if she talks to my friends like Axl or Slash and them but something about her and Sebastian talking like that really pissed me off.

….

Izzy was being super quiet like more quiet than usual he had sunglasses on so you couldn’t really see where he was looking but he wasn’t paying much attention to you. He did have his hand on your thigh though. You were wearing a little black skirt it was one of Izzys favorites so you wore it for him, and you also weren’t wearing panties. “You’re awful quiet tonight iz” you whispered against his chest. He sipped his drink and didn’t even look at you. “Iz?” You said now a little annoyed. “I’m tired ok y/n” Izzy said back. Geez what’s his problem you thought. You sat there talking to Sebastian and the other guys some more. Sebastian and Axl were telling some stories and everyone was enjoying themselves. You noticed Izzys hand kept crawling up your leg and closer to inside your skirt. It got quiet for a little bit then. “Hey y/n how long have you lived in LA?” Sebastian asked you. Izzys hand was now inside your skirt. You pretended not to notice. “About 3 years now” you said. Before Sebastian could answer someone called his name and he had to leave to conversation to see what they wanted. You were honestly glad so you could talk to Izzy about what the hell he was doing. “Not here Izzy” you whispered to him. Izzy said nothing but was now rubbing your clit with his fingers. “This is what you get for wearing that skirt and talking to other guys” Izzy said back. “Oh my God Izzy are you jealous of me and-“ your voice was now raised but Sebastian came back and sat down. “Anyway sorry y/n where were we?” Sebastian asked. “W-we” Izzys finger shot up into your now wet pussy “W-we were t-talking about L-LA” you said as Izzys finger pulsed inside you. Sebastian looked concerned. “Are you ok y/n?” he asked. No you weren’t ok you were pissed at Izzy for being this petty. Izzy now pulled his fingers out of you“I’m sorry Sebastian excuse us” you said climbing over Izzy and pulling him out of the booth and outside of the bar. “What the fuck is your problem right now?” You said to Izzy. “I’m fine why are you all prissy” Izzy asked you being defensive. “I’m not stupid Izzy” you said. “I never said you were” Izzy said back at you. “Your jealous of me talking to Sebastian aren’t you” you said in a little bit of an angry way you weren’t mad he was jealous you were mad he decided to pull that stupid stunt in front of everyone. Izzy staid quiet now looking at his feet. “Yeah maybe I was ok” Izzy said all the anger in his voice completely gone. “So why didn’t you just tell me?” You said.

Izzys POV:

Y/n was upset and it was because of me what I did was stupid and now I had to fix it. “Maybe because your perfect in every way and I’m not I don’t deserve you and seeing you talk to him like that just made me feel threatened and I wanted to show him that your mine all mine and no one else can have you and I love you and I’m sorry for being jealous and for being like that it’s not like me” all that came out of mouth so fast and without thinking it just came out naturally. And it was all the truth it was how I felt. Y/n looked a little taken aback.

…

What Izzy said surprised you sometimes he wasn’t good at telling you how he felt but he really did this time and you were proud you went up to hug him. “I’m sorry you felt like that babe” you said hugging him. “It’s not your fault I’m sorry” izzy said. “I’m sorry too” you said. You guys stood there hugging each other for a few mins. “Can we go home now?” You asked. “Of course sweetheart and what I did in there was only a little bit of what I’m going to do to you tonight.” Izzy said grabbing your hand and winking. You laughed and walked down the dark street hand and hand with him.

“Think about you”

Izzy Stradlin x reader

Fluff

Year: 1987

You got out of the shower to see the door to yours and Izzy shared bedroom closed. You thought maybe Izzy shut it and was sitting in the living room but when you walked out there he wasn’t sitting there. Huh you thought guess he must just want to be alone in your guys room. You decided to knock on the door and check on him. “You ok iz?” you said knocking on the door. “Yeah I’m fine” he answered back you could here his guitar playing softly too. “Ok just checking”. You said walking away from the room. It was odd of Izzy to not want to be with you on his days off especially since the band was in the middle of recording there first album which meant lonnggg nights in the studio. Is he mad at me? Is he sick of me? All these bad thoughts started to come to your brain. But before they got too bad you decided Izzy was just probably practicing some songs and you should just watch some tv. After about 3 hours of watching tv you were bored out of your mind and Izzy never practiced songs this long at home. You got up and this time you were gonna see what he was up to. You knocked on the door and then just walked in because after all this was your room too. A startled izzy looked up at you and started fumbling around “Y/n what are you doing I’m busy right now” Izzy said quickly closing a notebook he had and setting down his guitar. “I just came to see what your up too I’m bored” you said sitting down on the bed. “That’s cool but I’m doing something right now sweetie” Izzy said not looking at you and just tuning his guitar. Something was up you knew it he didn’t want you in there. “Are you writing a song I could help I helped you write Mr. Brownstone remember” you said smiling. “No i don’t need any help right now babe just go do something else ok” Izzy said sternly to you. Now you were hurt Izzy always loved to hear what you thought of songs he was writing. “Ok” you said trying to hide the sadness in your voice. You turned and left the room shutting the door behind you. You sat back down on the couch. Did he cheat on me? Does he not love me anymore? Is he really just trying to break up with me? Your thoughts consumed you. You started tearing up. And then before you knew it you were in a ball on the couch sobbing. A few mins later you heard your bedroom door creak open. Shit you didn’t want Izzy to see you were upset so you started to quickly wipe away your tears. “Oh my gosh baby are you ok?” Izzy said running up and sitting by you on the couch. “Y-yeah I’m fine Izzy I’m f-fine.” You said you tried to hide your trembling voice but it didn’t really work. “Your crying Izzy said wiping a tear away from your cheek. “No I’m not” you said trying to calm yourself. “Yes you are your mascara is running and your trembling come here babe tell me what’s wrong” Izzy said opening his arms to hold you. You went right in to them having him now holding you and resting his chin on the top of your head. You decided to tell him what happened. “I-I was crying because of you” you said. Izzy didn’t say anything so you continued talking. “You didn’t talk to me all morning then our door was shut and you know I overthink and so all my bad thoughts came in Iz thoughts like that you hate me and lost feelings and want to break up” you said now really sobbing. “You thought I was mad?” Izzy said sounding sad. “Y-yeah” you said sniffling. “I’m so sorry beautiful I really am I’m so fuckin sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel like that I don’t hate you y/n I was ignoring you because…” Izzy paused. “Fuck it let me just show you.” Izzy said getting up and waking to your room. He came back with his guitar and note book. He sat down on the floor in front of you. “It was supposed to be a surprise on the new record for you but I think you need to hear it now” you were slightly confused and now had stopped crying and listened to Izzy who had now started strumming his guitar and then began singing…

🎶I think about you

Honey all the time my heart says yes

I think about you

Deep inside I love you best

I think about you

You know you’re the one I want

Darling you’re the only one, I think about you🎶

Izzy sang it to you right from the heart. And now you cried more but this time tears of joy. You were so dumb how could you think Izzy didn’t love you. Izzy set his guitar aside and now got up to sit by you again. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry I made upset baby I should’ve remembered that you overthink sometimes it’s ok though baby I just wanted to make my song about you a surprise” Izzy said smiling and kissing you on the cheek. “There’s more lyrics about you for the song in my notebook if you want to look that’s why I was hiding it from you” Izzy said now blushing and fidgeting with his fingers. You got quiet for a few minutes trying to soak it all in. “I love you so much Izzy” you said grabbing his hand and holding it. “I love you too baby.” Izzy said kissing the top of your head. “Did you like the song?” Izzy asked. “I loved it Izzy” you said smiling at him. Izzy chuckled he was grinning ear to ear and blushing. “Good because I meant every word.” Izzy said in your ear.

“Long Night”

Duff Mckagan x reader

Year:1991

Fluff

You jumped out of the cab grabbing your backstage pass when a security guard stopped you. “Do you know the band ma’am?” He asked sternly. “Yes I’m Duffs girlfriend” you said smiling and showing your pass. The man’s face tensed up when you said Duffs name that couldn’t be good you thought. “Alright come with me.” He said. The man lead you inside and backstage to where you could hear a very angry crowd chanting boo and some other rude things about the band. Shit you thought what did Axl do this time. Speak of the devil Axl came walking past with his security team he looked pissed. Like real pissed not normal Axl pissed like he was about to punch anyone who looked at him wrong right now. You decided not to ask him what was going on in fear of having your face punched in. You saw Slash running up behind and decided to ask him instead. “Slash what the hell is going on why is Axl pissed where’s Duff?” You asked Slash. “Long story…” Slash said somewhat outta breath. “Basically we came on late crowd was super rowdy Axl yelled at them then they started throwing shit at us and Duff got hit in the head” “DUFF WHAT” you interrupted now worried about your boyfriend. “He’s fine y/n it was just a bottle but now he can’t play so the show is over and the crowd is pissed and so is Axl.” Slash said. “Ok well where’s Duff?” You said not really caring about anything but him in this moment. “He’s down the hall the paramedics are looking at him” Slash said. “Ok thanks.” You said already starting to jog down the hallway to him. You found the room down the hall Duff was in and sure enough there he was sitting on a couch holding an ice pack on his head while a paramedic was shining a flashlight in his eyes. “Duff babe are you ok” you said running up and hugging him and then placing yourself right next to him on the couch. “Never been better sweetheart” Duff said in a very sarcastic tone. “He doesn’t have a concussion” the paramedic said. You let out a sigh of relief. “He just needs to rest and I assume you’ll be with him tonight so make sure he’s not around super bright lights and take him to the ER if he throws up but other than that he’s fine and I’ll leave you two alone.” The paramedic said getting up to leave to room. “I’m so sorry Duff I got here late and there was traffic and then Slash told me what happened and I was so worried-“ “Babe look at me” Duff said lifting up your chin so you were looking him in the eyes “I’m fine really and all that matters is your here now” Duff said kissing your forehead. You relaxed a little more with that now. You two sat silent for a few mins. Then you stood up and walked away from him and held up three fingers. “How many fingers am I holding up Mckagan.” You said half joking half serious. “ Y/n you can’t be serious” Duff said rolling his eyes and laughing. “I’m serious” you said smiling. “Three” Duff said. “There happy?” Then you walked up to Duff and sat right in his lap “Do you know where you are Duff?” “The jungle y/n” Duff said in a sarcastic tone “cmon babe the guy said I didn’t have a concussion you can relax” Duff said laughing at you. “ I know i know I just love you so much babe” you said kissing him. “ I love you too baby” Duff said. “C’mon” you said standing up. “Let’s go home and rest” you said grabbing Duffs hands and leading him out the door. “Awe i wanted to go home and make out” Duff said in a whiny voice. “ Not tonight blondie ” you said giggling at him. It was going to be a long night trying to get Duff to actually rest but you knew you would still love every moment with him.

“Our secret is out”

Axl Rose x reader

Year: 1989

You were peacefully sleeping in the hotel room bed next to your boyfriend Axl and everything was perfect you and Axl had been together for about 3 months now and you had decided to come on tour with him. You really enjoyed it but being in public a lot made it very hard to keep you and Axls relationship private. You had started an acting career in LA before you met Axl and we’re pretty well known and privacy was very important to you and him so really the only people who knew you guys were dating was the band and their managers who helped make sure you had access to front row seats and backstage. You and Axl laid there exhausted from all the bustle of touring and Axl really needed to rest and was passed out. Then the phone rang. You ignored it it woke you up a little but Axl seemed unfazed it was probably just slash or Duff still up and calling to ask if they could raid your guys mini fridge But the phone kept ringing and Axl was definitely awake now. “Ughhh” you said rolling over to pick up the phone off your nightstand “Hello” you said yawning and barely awake “Hi is this Axl Roses room?” Normally you would say no but you were worried it could be important so you said yes. The voice on the other line definitely was a man’s and he seemed very perky for this early in the morning “ Ok” The man said. “Can I speak to him?” “Um” you said looking over at Axl you had sandwiched his head between two pillows to tune out the talking “Who are you again?” You said in a very tired and confused tone. “I’m Howard Stern from the radio show I have a few questions I’d like to ask Axl can I please talk to him” the voice answered back. You rolled your eyes to that response knowing the last thing Axl wanted to do was press. “Wait a minute” Howard said into the phone “who are you? You sound like a girl are you one of Axls one night stands?” “What’s he like tell us” Howard said. And with that you set the phone down on the bed not wanting to answer any of Howard’s questions and let him talk to himself for a few mins. “Babe?” you said to Axl leaning over to see his face. His eyes fluttered open. “Yeah” he said his voice even deeper than usual because he had just woken up. “Howard Stern is on the phone he wants to ask you some questions and now he wants to know who I am too” you said to Axl who looked confused trying to process what you had just said due to his tired state. “Oh my god” Axl said “ The fuck does the prick want gimme the phone” Axl said sitting up. You handed him the phone and he put his ear up to it and you leaned close to him so you could hear what Howard was saying. “Hello” Axl said in a tired annoyed tone. “Axl? Is that you man?” You could hear Howard say on the other line. “Yo it’s me.” Axl said rubbing his eyes. “Axl dude what’s up your on tour some chick just answered the phone for you your living the life man” Howard said you rolled your eyes and giggled a little. Axl shook his head and smiled. “Yeah man it’s great I love it.” Axl said. “So who is the chick though Ax is she hot?” “Shes gotta be hot she’s with Axl Rose for gods sake.” Howard said. “Oh yeah man she’s the hottest.” Axl said looking down at you who was dying laughing because of these ridiculous questions. Axl tried to direct the conversation away from you though he really was trying hard to not blow the cover of you being his girlfriend. So Howard continued to ask him questions about any new albums coming out and how touring was and how the band was and blah blah. Howard was still talking when Axl said “Hey y/n can you grab me some water babe.” Then Axl stopped realizing what he did. “ Your dating y/n?” Howard said. “I thought she was just a groupie do you have a real girlfriend Axl?” Howard said in a very excited voice. “Shit” you said. “Is she that new actress y/n l/n?” Howard asked. Axl smiled and looked at you with a we’re screwed look on his face. “Well looks like our secret is out sugar.” Axl said smiling at you.