pumpkingut5
20 | She/her🇬🇧🎸🎱📸⏰‼️💿
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not a request just a thank you cuz I LOVED your duff headcannons with the rockstar gf, I was wonder if you would get the thing AND YOU DIIDDD 😆😆😆
love your written so much, you don't know I kicked my feet when I saw your post
You’re so welcome! Oh my gosh you don’t understand how much this means to me, knowing that someone enjoys my writing is such an amazing feeling. Thank you so so much! 🫶🏼🫶🏼
if you still accepting requests, i can ask a duff or steven (headcannons or one shot) with a reader that's guitarrist of a punk rock/hard rock band?
Duff mckagan with a rockstar girlfriend
A/n- okay so i really hope this is okay for you my lovely, please give me your honest feedback, it helps! And please request, everybody🫶🏼‼️
I am not ignoring your requests- I am working on them🫶🏼
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Loves your aesthetic and the way you present yourself
Walks around your apartment in your bands merch
Gets pissy because you can do eyeliner better than he can
Kisses you stupid when you get off stage
Brags to people about you- “my girlfriend is in that band, isn’t she awesome?”
You paint his nails sometimes
You also dye his hair for him when he needs it redoing
Listens to your music on repeat when you’re not around
If you have dyed hair, he will be mesmerised by the way it glimmers in different lights
He will also suggest the next colour you get
Sneakily watches you practice your instrument when you think he isn’t around
Loves loves loves your bold makeup, but loves it even more when he’s the one that has it running down your face
Isn’t a massive PDA person, but if men are staring at you, he will have a hand round your waist in seconds
Traces your tattoos with his fingers
Definitely has a picture of you in his wallet
Secretly searches you up, just to see all the pictures he hasn’t seen of you before
Finds the way you play mesmerising
After you get off stage, he is always waiting for you to give you a hug and a messy kiss
When he goes on tour, he wants to take you with him, and he gives you the most sad looking puppy eyes when you tell him you can’t because you have to stay and practice with your band
And when you go on tour, he counts down the days till he sees you again
Buys you jewellery that he thinks you would like
Brings you flowers after the first time you guys went big
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Thank you so much for all the love on this blog!! 🫶🏼
Please do a imagine where Y/N invites her friend Steven Adler over to help her with her homework. But during the homework, the two of them get distracted and start kissing and having sex in her room. And her parents aren't allowed to know about it, so they have to cover it up and say they were just doing homework 🤭
Bored
Summary: In a desperate attempt to make your school work less boring, you invite your best friend over, oblivious to the fact that it would end up being a very unforgettable night for the both of you.
Content warnings: kissing, p in v, swearing
A/n: Im so excited to write for Steven! Im so sorry this took so long my lovely, i hope this is okay for you 🫶🏼. Also, please keep the requests coming -this goes to all of you- it keeps me motivated and i love hearing your guys’ ideas‼️
I promise I am not ignoring your requests! It just takes me a bit to write them 🫶🏼
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You have never been so bored in your life.
This homework was kicking your ass, squinting at the book as the words stare right back at you. It’s like your practically reading in a different language, and you’re pretty sure you could pick that up faster than.. whatever this was. Who knows how to do this shit anyway?
Thats when it hits you, the best idea you’ve ever had
Steven. Now Steven would definitely not know how to do it, but he just so happens to be your favourite company. So you’re making him pay the price.
You make your way in to the hallway, and pick up the phone. The next 20 seconds seem like the longest of your life. “Hey! Whats up?” His voice rings through the phone, immediately giving you butterflies. No, no thats wrong, steven is your best friend and you are not going to let your silly feelings get in the way of that. You pursed your lips together before asking the question you phoned him to ask. “Can you come over? Im doing work and it’s really boring,” a couple seconds later his energetic voice sounded through the phone “ ‘course sweetheart I’ll be right there!” Followed by the beep of the call ending.
Well that was easy.
Around twenty minutes later did you hear your front door open. Legs sliding off the edge of your bed, you manoeuvred your way to let him in, passing your parents on the way. “Who’s here?” Your father asked with a stern look on his face. “It’s just Steven, dad, he’s helping me with homework.” Now if you were paying more attention, you would’ve seen the sideways glance your parents gave each other, but you were not, so you just made your way to the door.
You opened the door, eyeing the snacks tucked under his arm. Gosh his arm, the arm that you have spent far too long looking at. Ushering him in, you both scuttle your way back to your bedroom.
“Hey Stevie, sorry for this being last minute, I’m just so bored and i really don’t understand this topic.” You explained, guilt beginning to creep up your spine. “It’s totally fine if you want to go home, i get i—” but you were cut off by a honeyed voice, “sweetheart, i don’t wanna go home, i enjoy being with you, homework or not.”
Being with you. Being with you. The small phrase repeating itself inside of your head. Oh how you wish he was with you like that, you would never shut up. Putting that thought aside for the moment, you flashed him a cheesy grin and resumed your place on the bed. “Do you have any idea how to do this one?” You dare to ask. He picks up the piece of paper in an overly enthusiastic manner, and holds it about an inch away from his eyes, before slamming the paper back on to your bed with an exaggerated sigh. “No” was the concluded answer. The both of you bursted out into laughter, before you smacked him arm lightly and picked up the next question.
This went on for about an hour, you asking if he knew what to do, then him being just as clueless as you are, and writing down half-arsed answers in favour of being able to say you tried, when being met by your teachers disappointing gaze.
It was only when you got to the last question did you realise what the hell you were doing, so you excitedly started working it out, much to Stevens dismay. He called your name once, twice and three times before he decided to act on pure adrenaline.
One minute, you were scribbling down formulas and equations, the next you had lips connected with yours. It felt like nothing you had experienced before, soft lips interlocking with yours, calloused hands gripping your face with need. When he pulled away, your lips parted in shock, slightly swollen and rosy. “I’ve been wanting to do that for ages, sweetheart”
All you could do in that moment was stare, he had reduced you down to nothing in about 30 seconds. “Talk to me, honey, whacha thinking up there?” He used his knuckles to make a fake knocking movement on your head. You quite literally did not have words, so instead you did the only thing you could think of. Kiss him, again.
You practically pounced on the poor guy, cupping the back of his neck in one hand and holding his jaw with the other. Neither you nor Steven realised what you had done until you were straddling his lap while he was leant against the back of the headboard. He stared up at you with those eyes, flashing you that smile and you just couldn’t resist. “I really like you, Stevie,” was all you could muster up, and the answer you got in return made your whole week. No, scrap that, whole year.
“I really like you too.” And with that, you kissed him again.
Small, light weighted kisses quickly turned into devouring each other, and without even realising it, you started to rock your hips over his. You didn’t notice what you were doing until you heard the most gorgeous whimper come out of the man below you. “Is this okay?” You made sure. “Use me how you want, sweetheart, i want it all.”
With the newly found permission, you quickly started tugging at his belt, and making quick work of pulling his trousers down. He was left in his boxers and shirt, the outline of his dick visible through the thin layer of underwear. In just a quick pull, his shirt was off his head and dropped carelessly onto the floor. “Let me see you, baby” he needily grasped at all your clothing.
Within the next few minutes, you were sat naked in his lap, no layers to separate between you both.
You lifted your hips above his tip, moving forwards and backwards with ease, your slick coating him in a sheen layer. He groaned, and held your hips with a near-bruising force. “Sweetheart, please,” he begged, needy for your touch. And with that, you lowered yourself onto him, slowly sliding down until your ass was flush with his thighs.
The feeling was so overwhelming, the best thing you had ever felt, and it was obvious he felt the same with the way he moaned uncontrollably. “Shh, shh honey, we wouldn’t want my parents hearing us would we?” You asked, a newfound confidence creeping its way up your spine. He muffled out a little ‘mhmm’ at your condescending words and let his head rest against the top of the headboard.
You started to slowly grind your hips against his, feeling the blonde curls at the base of him hit your clit. Your hands roamed his chest, neck and eventually landed on his shoulders, keeping you steady while you rocked backwards and forwards. Little mewls were leaving your mouth, and flowing into the air, breaking the silence of the house, except for Steven, of course. He was whimpering every time his tip hit that spongey part inside of you, gaining pleasure from yours.
“You feel so good” he breathed out, as soon as you started to move up and down. You dragged your walls on his cock, feeling it twitch at every new movement. Gosh he was so responsive, and fairly bigger than anyone you had taken before, causing a dull ache to come from where you were connected. That quickly became pleasure, with the way he started to thrust his hips up to meet yours, ramming deeper than he was before.
“Stevie!” You yelled out of shock, the unexpected move bringing you great amounts of pleasure. His hand snaked its way from your hip, all the way to your mouth, where he held his had over it. “I know, I know. Shh baby it’s okay.” He whispered in your ear. The sound of his voice making your pussy clench. “Gosh, sweetheart, do that again and I’ll come,”
Was that supposed to make you stop?
Because now you know you hold so much power, you’re using it to your advantage. You purposely clench your walls around him, feeling a soft twitch inside you before you hear the inevitable “oh—sweetheart—oh gosh—I cant—” his hands held onto your waist like a vice, gripping so hard there were sure to be bruises. Not like you minded.
Your hand snakes its way down to your clit, rubbing in messy circles which very quickly lead to your orgasm. He moans and whimpers as you make muffled noises of your own, head buried into the crook of his neck, laying soft, wet kisses where you can reach.
After you have both came down, he gently turns around with you in his arms, making it so he is now on top of you, before pulling out gently. You wince at the emptiness, and he coos “I know baby, I’ll be right back,” and with that, he’s shuffled to the bathroom.
He comes back holding a damp flannel. “Open for me, honey, need to clean you up.” Your fucked out brain makes it hard to move, so he gently spreads your legs and whiles away the evidence of your joint desire. After, he balls it up and throws it in the direction of your washing basket, completely missing but not giving a shit. His arms wrap themselves around your midsection, your chin resting on his shoulder and your hands coming up to play with his beautiful curls.
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It must’ve been an hour later? Maybe an hour and a half? You don’t know, the only thing you care about right now is him. But it’s gotten late, he needs to go home, sleep in his own bed. So you slowly get up out of your bed, and hold a hand out for him to take. When he does, you yank him up in one swift movement. “Clothes, Stevie you need clothes,” you decide to state the obvious as you hand him back his band tee. “I don’t wanna.” He says as one big groan, lifting the shirt over his head and shoulders.
By the time you’re fully dressed, he is looking at you as if you built the sky. “What?” You say as a giggle. “Nothin’, just wondering whether you’d do me the honour of letting me take you on a date?” A chuckle leaves your throat. “Is that even a question, Steven, of course!” He breaths a big sigh of relief as he looks into your eyes. Those eyes he loves so much.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow, 6pm?” He asks, while beginning to make his way to your bedroom door. You follow him. “Yeah, yeah that works great with me.” You say with a smile. “Now let me walk you to my front door so you don’t have to face the wrath of my parents by yourself, remember, we were just doing homework.” You punctuate it with a tap of your finger on his nose, before opening your door and stepping into the cold hallway.
He follows you down, and you begin to make your way to the front door, but not without the interrogation, it seems. “What did you two get up to all afternoon?” Your father looks up from his news paper, peeking at the both of you over the top of it. “Homework, dad, Steven helped me with homework.” The annoyance in your tone doesn’t go unnoticed by your mother, who gives a pointed look.
You just turn around, look at Steven and give him a massive grin. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” You exclaimed excitedly. “Yeah you will.” He flashes you his smile before opening your door and stepping out.
“Goodnight, Steven”
“Goodnight, sweetheart”
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Requests are still open!
Thankyou for all the love 🫶🏼
can you do something with izzy?
when izzy and the reader meet again after some time
missing you
Summary- It had been 7 months since you had last seen Izzy, and it was affecting you more than you’d care to admit. You had been so close, so close to getting what you wanted, when it was abruptly taken from you. Now that he’s back, do you have a chance to redeem what was once so precious?
Content warnings-kissing, mutual pining, fluff, a tiny little sprinkle of angst, happy (and rushed) ending wooo!!!
A/n- izzy is my personal fav out of the og lineup of guns n’ roses, so this was a pleasure to write! I didnt know what you quite wanted (ex lovers, friends, long distance lovers) so i went with friends who were nearly lovers, then got split up for a while, then met again and had a go at a relationship 🫶🏼 i hope thats okay for you my lovely‼️also this seems to be quite long as i yapped, and yapped, and yapped so i’m sorry if you were wanting something shorter 💔💔
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Seven months, seven long, gruelling months since your heart was broken. Seven months since you had lost all hope at something you were so sure was going to work out.
Okay, well maybe thats a bit dramatic. It had been seven months since your nearly-boyfriend Izzy had left for a tour. You call him nearly-boyfriend, because thats how you would like to believe it was like. He was one of your closest friends, as you were his, and there had been times where you thought he was going to pop the question.
Like the time you were both stuffing your faces with Indian takeaway on your couch, with some cheesy rom com playing to keep you entertained. He had been sat so close to you, thighs pressed together, arms touching. He was so close to you, that if he turned his head, you were sure to be able to feel the gentle puff of air flowing out of his nose. Everything was so peaceful, and the silence between you was comforting.
It was domestic in a way, him and you eating like a couple on a random Tuesday night. Your feelings were just beginning to bloom into something more at this point, you had only just recently began seeing him as more than a friend. Thats why it had caught you off guard when the next words left his beautiful mouth.
“Hey, can i tell you something?” Izzy had mumbled out with a curious shine in his eyes.
“Course, Iz you can tell me anything, you know that,” you had said back, always happy to hear his thoughts.
You hadn’t missed the way he seemed to light up at the nickname, the nickname that only seemed to be reserved for you to use.
“It’s just i l—”
Your head tilted.
“I really appreciate you, you know?”
You had caught the way he stuttered the first time, but chose to ignore it, just seeing it as the outcome of voicing something so genuine and intimate.
“Awe Izzy y’know i appreciate you too” you had said, punctuated with a playful nudge to his thigh, which he quickly returned with his own.
Or maybe it was the time when he was sat on a chipped wooden chair in your bathroom. You were putting on gloves and preparing the hair dye when you caught him smiling, no, grinning at you through the mirror.
“What? Do i have something on my face?” You asked through little giggles.
“No, no. You’re fine” he had replied, still giving you that cheshire smile.
“Then why are you looking at me like that?” You questioned in an accusatory tone.
Izzy gave out a little laugh at your question, and gave himself a minute to carefully choose his next wording correctly.
“When you’re concentrating, you poke your tongue out through the side of your lips, it’s cute. You’re cute.” Was the answer he decided on.
You stood there, black box dye in hand, completely in awe of the man sat in front of you. All you could muster up was a quiet ‘thank you’ before returning to the rather messy task at hand.
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Dying Izzy’s hair for him had become a tradition ever since he had rocked up to your door at 2:29 in the morning, clad in plaid pyjama bottoms and a baggy band t-shirt. His hair was obviously a failed attempt, blotchy patches of brown and black dotted all over his head, and a pathetic little look on his face, he looked at you as if he was a kicked puppy, and the explanation he gave you was very short and mumbled out through a grumpy tone of voice.
Despite the way he had just showed up to your house, you still decided to help him, of course not before having a quite rather long chuckle at the state of him, which he answered to with a small shove at your shoulder.
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It had been seven months since you had enjoyed those memories with him, and it had taken its toll. You are sure that if Izzy saw the state you were in, he would laugh at you, and then help you get yourself back together. But izzy wasn’t here, you needed to sort this out yourself.
That is how you had gotten to this point, stood in your kitchen, wild hair and messy clothes, washing your dishes. You had spent the whole day taking care of your house, even going as far to organise the little cupboard hidden in the corner, which was filled with miscellaneous items that took at least an hour to get through.
Now it was time to take care of yourself, something you hadn’t done in months, not really. Of course you had gone to work, and done the basic morning and night routines, but you hadn’t properly given yourself even an hour to maybe take a long shower, to shave your legs or something. So thats exactly what you decided to do.
The water was hot, cascading down your back and washing away all the remnants of the day. Just what you needed. Your muscles relaxed and you finally had a moment to just relax. Soft hums left your mouth in the form of your favourite song, one that izzy shared your love for. If he was here, he would admire the effortlessness it took for you to sound so angelic, well, you did in his eyes anyway, no need to sing.
Considering this was supposed to be a pamper session, you had rummaged around and dug up all of your best shower items, which meant by the time you were stepping out of the shower, you felt, looked, and smelt amazing. You slipped into your pyjamas, which consisted of an oversized shirt and some cute shorts. Then followed that up by moisturising, and brushing your hair. You felt amazing, better than you had in a while. But some part of you still yearned for him. Everything about him was entrancing, often keeping you up at night thinking about his beauty.
The couch sank underneath you as you perched down onto it, grabbing ahold of the tv remote and flicking through the channels, nothing interesting at all— those thoughts were quickly interrupted by a gentle knock at your door. Thats weird, you weren’t expecting anyone round, and you hadn’t ordered your food yet. So who could it be?
Your feet padded across the floorboards as you made your way to the door. Unfortunately, you had no way of knowing who was on the other side until you actually opened the door, so you shyly creaked it open and poked your head around the side of it.
What you saw made your stomach flutter.
“Izzy?” It came out nearly as a shout, pure confusion etched into your voice, but you were happy nonetheless. “Hey sweetheart,” was his response, a bit pathetic you think, but you know he’s probably nervous, izzy has always been like that. “Come on in, oh my gosh why didn’t you tell me that you wer—were going to be back, i—i mean i would’ve—” your rambling was swiftly cut off by the foreign feeling of his lips against yours.
It took you by surprise, well, this whole situation did. The last you heard, izzy was in New York, preforming in-front of thousands of people. Now, he was in your apartment, kissing your lips as if he had been craving them for months. “I’ve been wanting to do that for ages.” He whispered. You think you went into some sort of shock, only able to open and close your mouth, rendered speechless.
“Sit,” he gestured towards my couch, “let me explain, please?” You nodded, unable to form actual words. But explain is what he did, he spoke to you about the tour, and why it ended as abruptly as it did. As well as voicing his reasoning as to why the first thing he did was come and see you. “I liked you— i mean, i like you, i have for a long time a—and i know i should’ve said something sooner, then maybe we wo—” Now it was your turn to shut him up. A small peck on his lips did the trick, his eyes gazing into yours. “Izzy, i like you too, you have no idea.” He looked at you gormless, as if not quite understanding what you were saying. Thats until you saw the exact moment those glossy eyes lit up.
You two spent the rest of the evening murmuring quiet love confessions and snuggling up to each other in the comfort of your bed, his lanky arms wrapped around your midsection and legs entangled with your own.
Whats that one quote? Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Thats beginning to make a whole lot of sense.
Could u maybe pls write a duff x reader?
Here's the plot:
Y/N is Axl's sister, and one day, he invites his bandmates over and casually introduces his sister to them. The moment Y/N meets Duff, she’s instantly drawn to him—but he barely pays her any attention. Disappointed, she flirts with Slash instead, trying to shake off the feeling.
Yet, no matter how hard she tries, Duff stays on her mind. She starts bombarding Axl with questions about him. Axl shares everything he knows, then casually mentions that Duff is dating someone. The news hits Y/N hard, and she falls into a lovesick mood. Axl, at first, doesn’t understand why his sister suddenly seems so down.
One evening, he finds her crying on the couch and asks what’s wrong. Through tears, she confesses that she thinks Duff is amazing. Axl laughs, telling her she should’ve said something sooner. Without hesitation, he picks up the phone and calls Duff, asking him to come over. Y/N is outraged and shocked, demanding to know what Axl is up to. He just grins.
Fifteen minutes later, Duff shows up, and Axl tells him to say something to Y/N. She tries to play it down, but Axl ends up spilling the truth. Duff looks surprised—but happy. As Axl leaves them alone, Duff tells Y/N he actually liked her too, but Slash had told him she was into him instead.
The misunderstanding finally clears, and the two start kissing and making out. 💕
Whipped
Summary- After meeting your brother’s band mates, you find yourself being particularly drawn to a certain blonde of the group. Unfortunately for you, he seems to not care less about your ogling, so you decide to flirt with the curlyhead instead. After an emotional and also embarrassing conversation with your brother, and a mortifying phone call later, it seems there may be hope overall.
Content warnings- kissing, reader down bad, crying, swearing, embarrassment
A/n- whoooweee! Gosh this was so fun to write, I’m so sorry it took so long!! I loved this idea and the fact that you described it in great detail, that was very helpful. I hope this is what you wanted my lovely 🫶🏼🫶🏼
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You couldn’t find it, where had you put it? You were searching for a certain shirt that you wanted to wear tonight, for going out with your best friend who insisted on dragging you to the local pub.
A big sigh left your mouth as you realised it must be downstairs, with the freshly cleaned washing. You were lazy, unwillingly dragging yourself down the steep stairs until you reached the bottom. What a workout, you thought as you shuffled your way into the living room. Now out of all the things you could’ve been prepared to see, this wasn’t one of them. Your mouth parted, as if trying to speak, opening and closing like a fish.
Two men sat on the sofa, one being Izzy, who you already knew, and two more were spread out on the floor, they were all very handsome men… except your brother of course. All of a sudden it clicked, Axl’s bandmates, who you had yet to meet. Well, not anymore, you suppose. On the very far left corner of the couch, sat a smiley man with blonde poofy hair, and next to him was Izzy, your brother’s childhood friend who you had met on multiple occasions. You gave him a little wave. Now on the floor sat a curly, black mop of a head, his curls framing his half-covered face. And last but not least, the man you had to take a second look for, another blonde. He was obviously taller by the way he towered over his friend effortlessly, and his pretty-looking face made you stare.
You never believed in love at first sight, in fact, you thought it was silly. That is until now. Christ he is hot; was just about the only thought flowing through your head at the moment, along with other miscellaneous things which you would never dare to say out loud.
“have you seen my shirt?” You ask your brother, the little shake in your voice not gone unnoticed by him. “The black one with the design” was what you added on, trying to make this situation a little less awkward.
“No, i haven’t. But why dont cha sit down here with us for a bit, y’know, get to know these guys,” Axl spoke. Now if it was under any other circumstance, you would’ve said no, but there was a gorgeous blonde who you just needed to meet.
“Alright.” You sigh. Hoping that the reason you cooperated so quickly wasn’t too obvious. Mumbled hellos float across the room, and everyone gave somewhat of a smile, except him. Of course, the one person you seem to be drawn to has no interest whatsoever. Gosh life is so unfair.
You try not to make the disappointment show, you really do try, but it’s hard when he’s just so damn pretty. You take in all your options, and decide the easiest way not to get your heart broken, is to distract yourself with the cute guitarist. So thats exactly what you do. The rest of the evening is spent with beers in hand, and flirty remarks passed between you and slash.
Eventually, they all went home, and that left you and Axl to clean up the mess. Not that you minded, as it gave you chance to start your plan. “Hey ax?” You call out. “Yeah?” Was the lighthearted response you received. “What’s the blondes’ name?” You found yourself asking. “You talkin’ about Duff?” He asked with a hint of confusion in his voice. No words came out your mouth in return, only a small hum of agreement.
This conversation had to have carried on for at least 15 minutes, and by the end of it, you knew his favourite colour, how old he was, if he has any pets, the instrument he plays, his favourite movie, and a brief summary of his personality overall. You hadn’t meant to ask all those questions, it just slipped ou- “oh yeah, and he has this girlfriend that—” The rest of Axl’s sentence became redundant, the only thing you’re focussing on, is the word ‘girlfriend’. Fuck fuck, way to ruin a girls mood.
You reply to his story with a half hearted laugh and a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. But of course, your brother being your brother, doesn’t notice a thing, just patting your shoulder and walking himself to his bedroom.
After standing in the living room for quite some time, you come to the decision to go to your own room, the steps on the way there feeling heavy, as if you’re carrying a weight. Then you continue your evening as usual, getting changed and brushing your teeth, then shimmying into the warm sheets. They glide against your freshly-shaven legs, and you take comfort in grasping the duvet in both hands, and pulling it all to under your chin.
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A couple days go by, and you’re still nore upset than you would like to admit you are. And apparently, your not as subtle as you think you are. You find this out when you step into the kitchen to pour yourself some cereal, you hear the sound of a throat clearing and you feel a finger poke you in your back.
You turn around, clearly annoyed. “What, Axl?” You snapped. “Nothing, just wondering whats got you all—” he paused for a minute before adding, “grumpy” is what he decided on. “Im not grumpy, and even if i was i don’t see how thats your business?” And without even giving him a chance to reply, you walk away. Cereal forgotten.
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It was the next day, and you still weren’t feeling any better. You don’t even know why you feel this way, you barely even spoke to the guy! But whatever you were feeling, it wasn’t nice. Your saline tears drip down from your eyes and trail their way down towards your mouth, the salty taste not gone unnoticed by yourself.
What time was it? You had sat down on the couch at around, what was it? 1pm? And what was it now? Glassy eyes gazed towards the clock, 7pm. Wait— 7pm? You could’ve sworn you had only been sat for half an hour, an hour at most.
Your mind started to spiral. Thought after thought making its way into your head. The inner monologue mocking you, discriminating you, telling you that you could be better than this, should be better than this. But it all comes to a screeching stop as a voice penetrates your hearing.
“Alright” he says, sliding into the spot next to you and turning towards you with an expectant look on his face. In that protective older brother fashion, he refuses to leave until you tell him whats wrong, which is when it all came out. It was like you had no control of your mouth, it was speaking freely for you, and there was no stopping it. Word after word just tumbles out, and you see his eyes slowly start to widen.
By the time you’re finished, you only just come to realise what you’ve just done. Shit. You didn’t mean to do that. You just confessed your feelings for your brother’s friend, to your brother. You were expecting him to shout, to ask whats wrong with you. Maybe even throw a couple of things. What you definitely were not expecting was the small smile that crept its way onto his face, the smile that appeared any time he had a mischievous idea.
“What?” You asked in a sharp tone, annoyed by his reaction and the pure calmness of it all. Axl didn’t do calm, in fact, this was damn near never heard of. “Oh nothing.. you should’ve just said something sooner” he replied, that smirk growing to a concerning degree. Before you even had a chance to register what he was doing, his hand reached on to the coffee table in front of you both, and picked up the phone. When you tried to ask him what he was doing, you were met with his index finger on your lips, and an exaggerated pout which meant ‘shush’.
There was a sudden click of the telephone, and then a groggy “hello?”. “Duff I’m gonna need you to come over right now,” your eyes widened, and then you lurched forward in a sad attempt at grabbing the phone. He lifted it above his head, brung it down for a quick second to shout an unnecessarily loud ‘thank you’ into the phone, and then slammed in back down onto the table.
“What did you do!” Was all you had to say, panic seeping in. He didn’t respond, he just kept that cheshire grin on his face. The next 15 minutes were the longest of your life, you were pacing, walking back and forth between the couch and the front door.
Your advances were abruptly stopped when a knock sounded through the house. You froze in place, and then shuffled back to the couch, dreading whats next to come. You don’t look over as the door opens, nor do you look when you hear your brother say something under the lines of ‘just talk to her, please?’
The couch dips next to you, and you turn your head to be met by those dazzling eyes. “I uh—i don—i don’t know why my brother called you, i—it’s not a big deal” you stuttered out, hoping to kill the silence. “Bullshit!” Your brother exclaimed, before starting again; “my sister likes you, but she’s too much of a pussy to vocalise it so i took it into my own hands to do it for her.” He exhaled deeply, like a weight was physically off his shoulders. Little noises of unfinished sentences started to leave your mouth, trying to find somewhat of an excuse for.. whatever that was.
Duff’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. You looked around the room, hoping an excuse would just.. come out of nowhere? But instead you caught the last glimpse of your brother as he walked out of the room. Prick. You were zoned out of the situation until a voice snapped you back to reality. “You—you like me?”
At this point it felt as if you had lost all ability to speak, so you just nodded your head up and down in hopes he would take that for an answer. Fortunately, luck was in your favour and a big smile spread its way across his face. “Seriously?—i mean, Slash told me you were in to him,” he said with a melancholy tone. “I just flirted with slash to avoid thinking of you” was your reply, short but sweet.
His head tilted to the side slightly, and he leaned in just enough for you to interpret it however you would like. Of course, you met him halfway. Your lips connected, and moved together as if they had done this hundreds of times before. When you began to lose air, you pulled apart and rested your forehead on his, breathing heavily in each others presence.
After you had both regained your breath, you started again. Small pecks turned into the melding of lips that lasted for what felt like minutes.
You two could’ve gone on for hours, just kissing each other like it hurts to be apart. But of course, all good things must come to an end, and sometimes that end is in the shape of your older brother yelling “ew! Get a room.”
Axl rose headcannons
A/n- okay so this is just a little something while i write ALL of my requests. I’m so sorry it’s taking a bit long i will be on it tonight my lovelys 🫶🏼🫶🏼
Learns to braid your hair after you gave up with trying (but he doesn’t tell you and just waits until you start complaining about your hair to show you)
Possessive over you
Gets concerningly jealous
Believes its the little things that matter (buys flowers or plans movie nights)
Kisses like a man starved
Always touching you in a way (hand holding, on your waist, on the lower half of your back)
Before you, he would have girls all over him, but now he goes rigid if he’s approached by a female/females.
Cheeky grin
Got that guilty look in his eyes whenever he’s done something wrong, so you always know no matter if he’s told you or not
If he’s at your house and takes a shower he will use your shampoo just to feel that bit closer to you
Also nicks your makeup and when you wonder where it is he acts clueless (it is then found back in your makeup bag within the hour due to the reminder to put it back)
Is a suck up for hugs from behind, whether that is receiving or giving
The most stubborn little shite you have ever met
He is so childish during arguments and has points that do not make sense
But he isn’t afraid of saying sorry if he sees you are upset
You don’t fight very often, despite his temper
You calm him down (not in a pick me ‘one touch and he’s fine kind of way) but more like a ‘if you are around me i will refrain myself from hurting others’ kind of way
Purposely leaves his clothes around in hopes you will wear them
He secretly celebrates if you do
The first time he saw you in his shirt he could not keep his hands off of you
Either holds you insanely close to himself while asleep or pushes you right to the other end of the bed. There is no in between
Kicks in his sleep
Cannot tolerate silence
Always has to be making noise whether its humming a song or talking to himself
Has attempted to choose your outfit before but it looked horrible
And got moody when you didn’t wear it
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A/n- i hope you guys enjoy! Please please send requests for my very uncreative self because i am very happy to write your ideas!
Sami Yaffa head cannons with a girlfriend who is basically the same height as him PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏
Sami yaffa tall girlfriend headcannons!
A/n- i am so glad that im getting hanoi rocks requests, especially sami because he is my favourite to read for so I’m excited to write for him too‼️Thankyou so much for the request i deem us friends now and if you want to go by an emoji like some anons do feel free 🫶🏼🫶🏼
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Okay so this man is literally awestruck
He is proud to have you as a girlfriend and is so loving
If your going out to an event, and start to feel insecure because you feel as if you cannot wear heels, he notices something is up immediately
He nags at you until you tell him whats wrong, and when you finally do the look on his face is heartbreaking
Gives you puppy eyes and looks as if he’s just been kicked
Responds with something like:
“Sweetheart you think i care about your height?”
“You look gorgeous in anything and that means heels included!”
Always knows how to cheer you up
Loves it when you wear his clothes, not just because they’re his, but because they also happen to fit you amazingly
But this means you also often find articles of your clothing missing, and you always know the culprit
“Sami baby have you seen those pair of jeans i wore last week?”
Sami: eating a piece of toast while he slowly looks down at the jeans he is wearing, the very jeans you are looking for
“I don’t think so honey!”
When laid in bed with you, and you lay your head on his chest (or the other way around) he giggles about the fact your feet dangle off the edge of the edge of the bed bed (or his)
Is a leg guy, i mean that he thinks legs are sexy so its great you have a lot of them 🤷🏼♀️
When shopping for clothes with you, and he says you should get something, its mostly because he thinks you will look great in said item of clothing, but a little part of him wants to wear it too
Constantly compliments you
But he is a little shy so sometimes he’s really subtle about it
Comes up behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder when your doing literally anything
Always staring down people who look at you judgementally
If the press even dares to talk about your appearance in a negative way, he will stand up for you and make it clear to never talk about you again because ‘i’m gonna marry that girl!’
A/n- i hope this was okay for you!!! Please let me know if you want a part 2, and this goes to anyone: please don’t be shy to request anything, i am very happy to try my hardest in writing your ask 🫶🏼
Hey! Can I request something smutty with Duff and Axl, please?
Can i join?
Summary- after watching your boyfriend Duff preform on stage tonight, you practically cannot tear yourself off of him. Your clingy advances lead to a raunchy backstage quickie, too bad you forgot to lock the door.
Content warnings- swearing, thigh riding for a split second, hickeys, p in v, unprotected sex, threesome, getting caught, hand kink (i think), brief handjob, oral sex. I think thats it let me know if not!
A/n- oh my gosh its my first fic! Thankyou to the person who requested this i appreciate it. I hope i managed to execute this nicely for you 🫶🏼 (i will be working on the other request that i got asap!) Also i am an english gal so I’m so sorry to any other people who have to put up with my British way of saying certain words!
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The backstage party was in full swing.
Slash was the first to arrive out of the band, quickly followed by Izzy and Steven who were chatting about something or another. Your cheeks were on fire, or they at least felt like it. You had just watched your boyfriend Duff preform on stage, in front of thousands of people. Girls were throwing items on the stage and screaming his name. At first you felt a little jealous, until you remembered that you hopefully will be the one fucked by him tonight.
While you wait on the flaky chair in the corner, watching Slash and Steven pour a lethal mix of alcoholics together, you cant help but think of the way Duff looked on stage. His blonde hair sticking to his toned chest, the face he made when fully concentrating and the way his long fingers moved up and down his bass. God his fingers, your thighs clench together as you imagine them someplace else. Maybe trailing the sharp angle of your jaw, slowly moving down your neck towards your collarbone.
You remember the first time he touched you like that, as if you were delicate, something worth being careful for.
The trance you seemed to be stuck in was quickly broken out of when you hear his raspy voice. Your head whips up and your feet seem to carry you all the way into his ready arms. His biceps wrap themselves around your waist and those fingers find their way to the small of your back.
“Hey baby” was the first thing that he said as his head worked its way into the crook of your neck. “Holy shit you did so good out there today” was the first thing you can think to say. He pulled away with a lopsided grin and dragged you towards that same chair you were waiting in. When he sat down you were quick to follow, landing straight in his lap. You encased one of his thighs between both of your legs and rested your forehead on his shoulder for a quick second before just having to look at his face again.
Gosh, he was just so beautiful you could stare all day long. You didn’t even realise what you were doing until his eyes widened and those large hands of his came to rest on your hips, stopping all movement. You had been subtly grinding yourself on his thigh and the realisation made your face redden.
Embarrassment rushed through your body, and you were quick to muster up some sort of an excuse, “i-I’m so—thats not— i don’t—” but you were quickly interrupted by his index finger on your lips. “Follow me” was the last thing you heard before you were picked up off of his lap and placed standing next to the chair. It all happened so fast, one moment you were stood up, mildly confused, then the next he had a firm grip on your wrist and you were being dragged through the room and out the door.
Apparently, in the mere 30 seconds you had been rubbing yourself against him, he had become so worked up he just needed to have you now.
Before you could even so much as speak, you were being rammed inside an unoccupied room and pushed against the door, making it slam shut with a bang. His mouth was immediately on your neck, sucking marks into your skin for you to worry about later. His teeth skimmed a particularly sensitive spot which caused a shiver to run down you, followed by a soothing lick of his tongue on the same spot. Your hands were in his hair, slightly pushing him further towards your heated skin.
When he came back up, with glassy eyes and puffy lips, he kissed you with a fervour you’ve never felt before. The pure hunger in the way he was devouring your face was making you squirm impatiently. You found yourself begging, “Duff pl—kiss—please i—kiss—need you”
The relief that rushed through your body was intense when your begging seemed to work, his arms finding your waist and walking you until the back of your knees hit the side of the bed. Wait, bed? It seems the room you had stumbled into was a dressing room of the sort? No, that couldn’t be right, you were backstage for goodness sake! Either way you were simply too horny to continue to think about the room situation and quickly moved on with your thoughts when those hands you love so much reached the hem of your shirt.
By the time you were completely undressed, you were feeling quite needy, which is why the fact that your boyfriend was still completely clothed was beginning to become a problem. Your fingers tugged at his belt as he hovers over you in the middle of the bed. Unfortunately for you, you seemed to be quite shaky, so ever-the-loving Duff decided to give you some help. You shouldn’t have been surprised really, at the whole 4 seconds it took him to do the task that was taking you minutes, or at least what felt like minutes.
His trousers were off in a swift movement and his shirt wasn’t far behind, leaving him clad in only his boxers. The outline of his dick was prominent, easily visible through the thin layer of his underwear. If someone were to ask you ‘whats one sight you’ll never get sick of?’ It’s this, 100%. Your boyfriend. On top of you. Nearly naked. Fuck yes.
His hair was dangling down and tickling your cheeks, you could’ve sworn that you could feel him everywhere. Well, everywhere except for where you needed him, which is when you decided to let your hand venture down beneath the waistband of his boxers.
You stroked him up and down, eliciting a slight grunt out of the man above you. You were quite happy to carry this on, lost in the pleasure you got from pleasing him, but he had other ideas. His hand came down to stop yours in its movement and slowly pulled it away. The disappointment on your face must’ve been obvious because he was quick to reassure you, “Its okay sweetheart y’know you’ll get what you want” was all you needed to completely sink into the comfort below. His boxers were dragged off of himself and his cock sprung free, his hand wrapping around it before placing his tip at your underwear covered entrance.
You mewled, whined even and it was enough to send duff into a spiral, yanking your pants to the side and burying himself deep into your pussy. A damn near pornographic moan slipped from your mouth at the sheer intensity of it all, and Duff wasn’t the best at hiding his groans either. He dragged himself out till only the tip was resting inside you before slamming back in, this was the start of a brutal pace. His hands were gripping your hips, sure to leave bruises while bringing them down onto his cock as he thrust forward, his dripping tip hitting that gummy soft spot, Every. Damn. Time.
Meanwhile your hands were everywhere, yanking on his hair, holding the back of his neck, dragging your nails down his muscular back.
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In the hallway, a certain ginger was on the hunt for a hot chick to fuck, when he heard little ‘uh uh uh’s’ coming from the room he was about to pass. He took one step back and put his ear to the door, listening in. “Fuck! Don’t sto— don’t stop—”. Now that was certainly a way to get his dick hard, i mean, not that it was ever a problem anyway. The second Axl gets worked up, any hope of smart thinking is thrown out the window. Which is exactly why he decides to try the door handle. But who in their right mind would leave a door unlocked when their having se- oh… oh, he was now stuck in a dilemma, either back away and slowly close the door, act completely normal like you never saw a thing or he could stand there and watch, like the horny fuck he is, and fuck his fist until he’s satisfied.
Now he is absolutely certain that there probably is other options, but wheres the fun in that? And even if he wanted to back away, to turn around and go and blow of some steam with a pretty girl, he couldn’t, completely fucking awestruck by the was his friends cock moves in and out of his girlfriends pussy. Gosh, her pussy, slick with arousal and perfectly noisy, just how he likes it.
He imagines himself lapping at her entrance, pushing his tongue in to her hole until she comes on his face, while duff fucks her in-
That thought was quickly shut down by a screech, and a shout from his friend “what the actual fuck man?” Oh shit, was his only thought. He looked down , and he was achingly hard and palming himself. What a pathetically embarrassing thing to be caught doing.
His presence seemed to have a positive effect on you though, as your eyes rolled back and you started to move again, fucking yourself on your boyfriends cock. Axl’s dick jumped at the sight, practically salivating at the mouth. That horny brain that was mentioned earlier, is exactly what made these next words leave his pretty little mouth. “Can i join?”
Duff felt your walls squeeze his length, and he had to calm himself down before actually thinking this through. Well, he had shared girls with Axl before, when you weren’t his yet, and he would be lying if the idea wasn’t appealing to him. And before he knew it, he found himself agreeing.
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You laid across the bed, head hanging off one side and your legs spread on the other. This was the dirtiest thing you have ever been up to, and you were starting to second doubt yourself. That is until your boyfriends voice could be heard. By the sound of it, he was stood between your spread legs, the thought making your pussy clench around nothing. “Baby you still okay with this?” He asked genuinely. “mhm, i wan’it, want it so bad”
That seemed to be enough, because his hands started dragging across your supple thighs, one staying still while the other finds its rightful place on your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles as he pushes in his cock. A whimper left your mouth, all sweet and sultry and extremely whiney.
You couldn’t believe this was happening, sweet loving sex with your boyfriend turned into a threesome with one of his closest friends. Fuck, the thought made you clench.
Axl walked into your view, cock hard and drooling at the tip, very worked up from watching your earlier actions. Instinctively, your mouth opened, which was greeted by a chuckle from the handsome man in front of you. Well i suppose from this angle, upside down. It didn’t really matter anyway, as his dick breached your lips and ventured into the back of your throat. His pace was fast, unforgiving as he fucked your throat, going so deep he could see the dent he was making on the outside of your neck. His hand came to cover it, feeling his tip touch his hand through your slim neck. This made you moan, and gag as you tried to come up for some air but axl was having none of it, fucking your throat senseless.
Meanwhile your boyfriend was still continuing his attack on your pussy, slowly pulling out and then slamming back in before you can so much as think. You have never felt this full before, this complete in your sexual experiences. Now you had felt this pure ecstasy once, you were never going to stop yearning for this moment to happen again, and with the way they both looked to be thoroughly enjoying it, you doubt you’ll have to wait long.
Are you also gonna write smut imagines for the rockers in your masterlist?
Yes i think so! Sorry for not being clear about that sooner, i cant promise ill be amazing at it so bear with me if its a bit questionable but im going to try my best 🫶🏼🫶🏼 thankyou so much for askinggg
Pumpkingut5’s masterlist!📸
Please request!
Guns n’ roses:
Axl rose:
Headcannons
Slash:
Nothing yet
Izzy stradlin:
Missing you
Steven adler:
Bored
Duff mckagan:
Whipped
Rockstar girlfriend headcannons
More than one band member:
Can i join?
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Mötley crüe:
Nikki sixx:
Nothing yet
Tommy lee:
Nothing yet
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Hanoi rocks:
Sami yaffa:
Tall girlfriend headcannons
Michael monroe:
Nothing yet
Nasty suicide:
Nothing yet
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Criminal minds:
Spencer reid:
Nothing yet
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A/n- i realise this looks like a pretty sad masterlist right now but i swear im working on it 😭😭( PLEASE send requests 🫶🏼 )
HANOI ROCKS MENTIONED AAAAAAA
EEEE I LOVE HANOI ROCKS, THEY’RE SO UNDERRATED
This literally made my day as I’ve had no one else respond to my post hahaha
Would you be interested if i posted sami yaffa headcannons within the next day? Because i would really enjoy doing so
In my head we are now great friends 🙃
Welcome to my blog!
I am relatively new to tumblr and i would love to have a chance to write for you guys, at the moment, i am willing to write for all of the people in the pictures above (but i might expand this list as the account grows).
I have no idea how to turn requests on, or if they are on already but i would love for you guys to send in your requests for me to write!
I am so excited to start this account and if you have any suggestions whatsoever i am very grateful to hear them 🫶🏼.
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