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Title: THAT ONE TIME ON TOUR

“mom what’s wrong?” I asked we had been having money problems and I was worried about her “Nothing sweetie it’s just I have sort of a surprise for you” she said. “Oh ok” I said beginning to eat my cereal when suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. “Oh it’s them” my mom said. “Who?” I said very confused as my mom went to go answer our front door we weren’t expecting any guests today as far as I knew

“Hello gentlemen please come in” I heard my mom say. “She’s over there” my mom said her voice breaking a little bit. A man with long red hair and a man hiding his face face behind a mop of curly hair and sunglasses entered my kitchen behind my mom. My mom began wiping tears away from her face the two men smiled at me. I stopped eating my bowl of Reese Puffs very confused. “Mom what’s going on?” I asked. “Don’t be scared sugar will explain everything.” The red headed man said his deep voice booming through my kitchen. “Sweetie I’m so sorry-“ my mom said crying. “I know this is a lot to take in.” The red headed man said to me walking over to me. My mom then hugged me and whispered “it’s better this way honey.” Then the red head man picked my up bridal style and carried me into his broken down van with the man with curly hair. “I-I don’t understand…where are you taking me? Who are you?”

“Well,” the man with fiery hair started, “I’m Axl. This is Slash” he pointed to the man with the curls. “This,” He then pointed to another man in the van, he had poofy blonde hair and a glowing smile. “well, this is Steven. If you’re scared you should probably talk to him, I’m not the best at this stuff.” He laughed nervously.

Should I be scared? I was starting to think so…

“We’re gonna go home and then we’ll explain everything. You’ll just be staying with us for a while.” The blondie spoke in a gentle tone. Maybe I should talk to him.

“Oh, uhm, okay.” I whispered. i had to admit I was a little fearful, though I didn’t understand why. Sure my mom hadn’t given me an explanation, but I was 18. I’m an entire woman, no need to be scared without my mommy.

The curly haired man eyed me curiously, “Ax,” he whispered, clearly intending for only the red head to hear. “How old did you say she was again?”

“Slash,” he hit the man’s arm. “She’s 18. BUT,” he whispered sternly, “be respectful. She’s probably much too scared to think of anything like that. Besides, I had first dibs”

“The fuck you do.” The poodle haired man yelled in a normal voice, startling the blondie next to me.

They obviously hadn’t noticed that I listened in on the entire conversation.

“Sorry, erm, what did you say your name was again?” The red head going by “axl” questioned.

They really knew nothing about me.

“My named y/n and I’m really confused what’s going on” I asked. They all got a sad look on there face and Axl sighed “Well sugar I’m afraid that your mom has fallen on hard times money wise and sold you to us” Axl said. “SHE WHAT!” I yelled.

I buried my face in my legs beginning to sob.

Another blond man peered from behind the back seat of the van “ah it’ll be ok sweet heart we aren’t that bad I promise” the man said rubbing my shoulder. His words were nice but I was still terrified and so confused. The van stopped in front of a very broken down looking apartment complex.

***time skip***

well this is your room I hope u like it Axl said showing me to one of the bedrooms. “Yeah I guess it’ll do” I said wiping away tears Axl left the room. Then a man with long black hair appeared.

“Are you ok?” The man asked. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!” I yelled. “Oh my bad my bad.” The man said “I’m Izzy I’m rhythm guitarist for the band. “Oh” I said “I’m y/n”

“Nice to meet you y/n you’re very pretty.” Izzy said I blushed. “Why don’t you come out to the living room and get to know us better” Izzy suggested. “Ok” I said.

When I entered the living room all the guys were sitting in a circle and it looked like a fucking AA meeting. “Why don’t you sit down y/n” Axl said. I sat down into between Slash and Steven. “Sooo you like jack Daniels?” Slash asked. “Um sorry no I’m only 18” I said. “Oh my bad didn’t realize you were a pussy” Slash said.

“Slash shut up” Steven said slapping him on the back of the head Slash grimaced. “I think that’s respectable y/n we aren’t the most respectable guys maybe you’ll be a good influence on us” Steven said with a smile.

“Influence? How old is this bitch like- ten?” Izzy asked, sipping something from a red solo cup.

“Izzy!” Axl yelled, obviously upset “She just said she’s 18! Come on man can’t you guys be a little bit more serious about this?” He rubbed his temples. “We bought a fucking human being for gods sake.” He mumbled.

“Axl…” the other blonde man said. I believed they called him Duff. “She’s right here…”

“You know what guys, I can just go to my room and chill for a bit.” I said, getting up to leave. As I turned the corner for my room, I stopped to listen in on their conversation.

“What are we gonna do?” Duff asked.

“What do you mean?” Axl questioned, “we bought a fucking human being duff. And all of you fuckers,” he pointed to everyone in the room. “Are looking at her like eye candy. It’s disgusting!”

Slash laughed, his jack Daniels gurgling in his throat.

“What’s so funny Slash? Please share with the class.” Axl said in a smart ass tone.

“Well it’s obvious she’s into me.” He said, “didn’t you see the way she looked at me in the van? She was practically all over me in her mind.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“Okay, you guys are all gross. Have you thought about what she wants? She’s probably scared and crying in her room right now. She doesn’t know any of us and she’s only 18 she’s new to the sex world.” Steven spoke sweetly.

“I say we all share her-“ Izzy butted in.

I was in complete shock. Share me? What the hell was this, a parent custody match?

“I vote on that.” Slash slurred.

“I guess I wouldn’t mind…” Axl whispered, ashamed. “That is, after she’s comfortable, of course.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“What the fuck you guys?” The two blondies yelled in unison.

“I’m going to check on her,” a very drunk slash declared.

I quickly ran to my room, laying on my bed in an attempt to look casual.

“Hey sweetheart,” the guitarist whispered, leaning against the door frame and knocking.

“Oh, hey” I said, standing to meet his eyes.

“I hope this isn’t too awful for you. I know it must be hard but still, I hope you’re settling in okay.”

I couldn’t help but feel nice when I heard the sincereness in his voice.

“It’s not too awful” I ran my finger tip down the length of his chest, I had game too.

“Oh fuck” Slash said biting his lips. His lips then crashed onto mine they were soft like a pillow and my hand began to get tangled in his curly hair. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths when Slash abruptly pulled away. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked sheepishly. “Nah you’re just not much of a pussy after all” Slash said smirking. Just then Axl barged in seeing me on Slashes lap. “SLASH WHAT THE FUCK” Axl yelled. “Hey man she came on to me” Slash said throwing his hands up in the air.

I blushed. Axl rolled his eyes and then walked over to me and pulled me off Slashes legs and laid me down and began to slide my legs apart I was only wearing little booty shorts that were my pajamas. Axl looked up at me with pleading eyes he was very sexy I had to admit and contrary to what the boys thought this wasn’t my first time around the block.

“May I?” Axl said seductively. I nodded feeling my pussy grow wetter by the minute. Axl smirked and began to slowly pull down my shorts and panties. It was so wonderfully torturous. Slash watched the whole thing smiling looking at my agony. That’s when Axls tongue found my clit and began to lick his tongue all over

Damn did that man know how to use his tongue. Slight moans escaped my lips. “Slash can you shut her up” Axl spat. “Sure thing” Slash said as he began to straddle me and soon again me and Slash were making out. Between Slash making out with me and Axl eating me out I was hot mess.

That’s when Duff entered. “YOUR FUCKING THE HOT GIRL WE BOUGHT WITHOUT ME!” The giraffe looking man yelled. Slash pulled away “just shut up and get over here Duff geez”

Duff then began to undress himself. My god three men at once? I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.

“Erm, guys?” I whispered, clearly intimidated.

“Oh shut up you pretty little slut” slash whispered before crashing his lips to mine.

By this time, Duff was completely naked in the corner of the room, his cock clearly red and hard from watching the two men on me.

“Guys what the sigma?” I’m the one that convinced you to buy the bitch in the first place, you could at least let me tap it first.” The dark haired man entered the doorway.

His eyes slowly lit up as he looked over, seeing duffs exposed length. “Shit Duff” he sighed.

“Izzy we can’t do this again. The one time on tour…” he whispered. “That was a one time deal kitten We agreed We were both drunk and horny. It meant nothing.”

Just then, slash and Axl stopped working on me and turned to look at Duff and Izzy.

“You guys FUCKED??!!???” Axl and slash screamed, shocked.

“IT WAS A ONE TIME THING I SWEAR!” Duff yelled.

“What’s all the commotion?” Steve questioned, walking into the room.

“Izzy and duff fucked!” Slash yelled.

Though, Steven seemed unfazed. “Yeah, so? You and Axl fucked a couple times- oh and remember that three sum we had on tour? It’s normal isn’t it-“

Axl cut Steven off, grasping his hand over his mouth. “Stevie shut up we swore never to talk about that.”

“Fuck senpai” slash moaned just in time for us all to look over. The sight we saw was indescribable.

Duff was inches deep in Slashs ass hole, slash bent over with his ass on display. Slashs ass hole was being ripped to shreds by Duffs mega cock

“I can’t take this anymore.” Izzy moaned, falling to the floor and ripping his pants off. He began jerking his dick in a senseless attempt to release some tension.

“Well fuck Izzy, you don’t have to go at this alone.” Steven sighed, falling to the floor and wrapping his lips around stevens cock.

I looked at Axl, total shock running over me. “What the fuck?” I mouthed, clearly crazed.

“I’m sorry doll…” Axl trailed off before bending down in front of Izzy. “May I?” He questioned.

“Yes papi” Izzy moaned airily and nodded his head quickly

Axl then slid behind Izzy, holding the skinny man’s waist and slowly thrusting in and out of his ass.

I watched in horror as the orgy took place. Fuck.

izzy stradlin x fem!reader

warnings: smut

words:246

Izzy stradlin loves it when you go all dumb on him. that sweet spot after your second or third orgasm when your babbling nears incoherent, broken whimpers and whines falling from your mouth as your pretty eyes grow starry and dazed. the point of overstimulation where your mind goes fuzzy and you can’t distinct whether you want him to stop or keep going, so the only intelligible words coming out of you are ‘Izzy’ and ‘please’

oh, he’s so mean about it, too. all mocking pouts and teasing coos against the shell of your ear ‘thought this was what you wanted, sweetheart, hm?’ ‘what was that, baby? couldn’t hear you, you’re gonna need to speak up’

over and over, he’ll curl his fingers up against that spot that has you crying out and clawing at his back, thumb brushing your clit every so often as your shaky thighs close around his wrist. you’re not getting away that easy, though, and of course he parts them once more with a strong hand before clicking his tongue in disapproval.

it’s just something about seeing you like this that sets him off on a power trip— the feel of your wet cunt fluttering around his fingers, pink lips parted and glistening while your eyes roll back into your head. god, don’t get him started on the tear tracks that run down your flushed cheeks. the sight of you begging— no, crying for him has him harder than he’s been in his life.

he’d never admit it, but it’s better any line he could’ve done, satisfies him more than any high he’s been on. it may seem the other way around, but you have Izzy stradlin wrapped around your finger.

First izzy post how is it ? If you want me to write about anyone let me know and if you want fluff angst , or smut ill try my best to write

Thank you!

I Love You Too...Popcorn

Steven Adler x Reader

Sad Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities, mentions of drug and alcohol use

Word Count: 1,132

Y/N’s POV:

I sat down on my couch in front of the TV. Today was one of my only days off work, but Steven wanted to go out with the boys today, so I was home alone. I flipped through some channels on the TV before finding some show I had never seen before. I’ll give it a try. I opened the beer I had gotten out of the fridge and took a sip. Finally I can relax. Then I heard the phone ring.

“Ugh. What do you waaaant?” I muttered to myself. I walked over to the phone and picked it up. “Hello?” I probably sounded annoyed, but I was annoyed. “Hey Y/N? We’re gonna bring Stevie over okay? He uh had a little bit too much to drink.” Axl was on the other end. “Alright.” I hung up and walked back to the couch. Great. Now I get to deal with a drunk Steven. I rubbed my eyes and checked the time. It was already one in the morning. I sat on the couch again and waited for Axl and Steven to show up.

*time skip*

I heard a knocking on the door. I moped over to the door. The sight in front of me wasn’t surprising. Axl was trying desperately to keep Steven standing. I stepped out of the way and welcomed Axl in. Axl sat Steven down on the couch and I suddenly felt uncomfortable in my own home. I love Steven, I really do, but drunk Steven is no fun. Usually he completely ignores me and won’t let me help him. Axl scratched the back of his neck and looked at me. “I could help you get him to bed if you want.” Then I heard a car honking outside. The front door hadn’t been closed and I could hear everything from outside pretty clearly. “Axl come on!” I heard a female voice say. “Go on Ax. Someone’s waiting for you.” Axl laughed slightly and gave me a hug goodbye. “Thanks Y/N. If you need help with Steven though, tell me.” I nodded my head and Axl left. Steven was slumped over on one side of the couch. His hair was a mess and he looked awful. Why Steven? Why do you do this to yourself? I was now aware of the tears that were building in my eyes. “Why?” I vaguely whispered. I didn’t think it was possible for him to hear me. Steven sat up slightly and brushed some hair out of his face. “Y/N? Baby why are you crying?” His speech was slurred and now I could see his eyes, they were red and glossy. “You Steven. You’re why I’m crying.” I could feel a slight anger growing inside of me. He really thought this was ok? “M-me? What did I..what did I do?” He looked very confused. That’s when I decided that right now would not be the time to have this conversation. He probably wouldn’t remember it in the morning anyways. “Nothing Steven.” I shook my head and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass of water and some medicine for the morning. He would most definitely have a headache. I walked into our bedroom and sat the glass on his nightstand. When I walked into the living room Steven was laying on the floor and he was looking at his hands. “What are you doing honey?” Steven looked up at me and smiled. “Well I was thinking,” He pointed to his ring finger. “What if this finger had a ring on it?” I laughed a little bit and helped him to his feet. “Then you...well you would be married.” I smiled at him and I helped him walk to our bedroom. I handed him a new pair of boxers. “Alright Steven, do you think you can get ready for bed by yourself?” He laughed and looked at me “I’m not three Y/N. I can get ready for bed.” I shook my head, “You’re right. You’re not three, but you are drunk.” Steven shrugged his shoulders and got dressed. To my surprise, he didn’t have any trouble. I laid down in bed and Steven came to lay next to me. I looked him in the eyes and he smiled. “So if I had a ring on that finger, I would be married. But who would ever wanna marry me?” He sounded sarcastic, but I didn’t know what to say. “There are a lot of girls that want to marry you Steven. You’ll find one.” I turned around so my back was facing him.

Steven’s POV:

“There are a lot of girls that want to marry you Steven. You’ll find one.” Y/N turned around so her back was facing me. It was like I instantly sobered up. What did she mean “You'll find one?”. She was the only one for me. It felt as if my heart had been thrown into a pit of thorns. When I asked her the question I assumed she would say something cute like “Don’t you think you already have?”. What if she didn’t want to marry me? What if I just wasn’t enough for her? I could feel tears in my eyes thinking about it. I was nothing without Y/N. “Y/N? Are you ok?” I said in a quavering voice. Y/N turned around to face me again. I could see that she had been crying as well. “Why wouldn’t I be?” She smiled at me, but I could tell it was fake. “Please tell me what you meant by that.” I sat up in the bed and looked at her. She sat up and put a hand on my shoulder. “Meant by what?” I looked down. “By ‘I’ll find one’. I mean….I thought you were the one. I thought you wanted...to be the one.” I looked at Y/N and she was very obviously crying now. “I’m sorry Steven. I do want to be the one, but I just can’t have this happen anymore.” I hugged Y/N tightly and stroked her hair. “You can’t have what happen anymore baby? I’m sorry I don’t understand.” She looked up at me. “All the time Steven. Drugs, alcohol, I know you would never cheat but the other guys are surrounded by girls all the time, and sometimes I wonder if you-” I cut her off, “Don’t say what I think you are going to Y/N. I would never cheat on you. I’m...I’m sorry. Listen, I will do whatever it takes, ok? I love you Y/N.” Y/N looked up to me and pressed a soft kiss on my lips. “I love you too…” She then ruffled my hair as she said, “Popcorn.”

Hello!~Thank you for reading this imagine! I hope you liked it! Just letting y'all know, on Wattpad I have another book that is a Slash story and is multiple parts. Would you guys want me to post that here too? Like make a masterlist for it or something? I don't update it as much as I do this one, but I was just wondering. Have an amazing day, remember you are beautiful! :)♥︎

My Brother's Bandmate (Steven Adler)

My Brother’s Bandmate

Steven x Reader

(sad?) fluff

WARNINGS: profanities, toxic relationship

Word Count: 1,986

Y/N’s POV:

“Axl I’m sorry but I do not want to meet your asshole friends!” I yelled at Axl. Axl was a good brother, but he could be so annoying. He told me he wanted to hang out today. Just the two of us. Then when I got to his apartment he was like “Hey why don’t you meet my friends? They are at a diner down the street.” I told him no but he dragged me along anyways. We were walking along the cold, hard concrete of the sidewalk in Los Angeles. “They aren’t assholes Y/N. Just give them a chance.” He opened the door to an old looking diner and walked in.

I followed. Not that I wanted to, but he kind of dragged me along. When we got in the door he turned to me with a now serious look on his face. “Ok listen Y/N I know you have a boyfriend and all but if I leave you alone with these guys they might try to fuck you.” My eyes widened and I punched him on the shoulder. “Are you fucking serious Axl?! Forget it, I'm out of here.” I went to walk out of the diner but Axl grabbed my wrist and stopped me. “Don’t leave Y/N. All I’m saying is stay with me nearby ok?” I nodded my head and we began to walk towards a booth. There were four guys crammed into a booth in the corner of the diner. One had black, curly hair that covered his eyes. Another had black hair that wasn’t curly and a button down shirt. One of them was so tall I was a bit shocked. He had blonde hair and sunglasses. Lastly, another blonde. His smile was extremely large and child-like. Axl walked over to the booth and greeted the men while I stood behind him, a bit scared. Sure Nikki Sixx was my boyfriend, but I never really hung out with his band so this was all new for me. I saw the blondie with a big smile staring at me and I blushed. He then spoke up, “So uh Ax, you gonna introduce us?” he pointed at me. Axl turned around and looked at me. “Oh! Yeah. Guys this is Y/N. Y/N these are Slash, Izzy, Duff, and Steven.” he pointed to each of them as he said their name. I waved hello at the boys and they all smiled. Except for Steven. Steven waved back. After a few minutes I sat down and listened to Axl talk to the boys. Steven looked at me when he noticed my quietness. “Well...I’m Steven..the uh..drummer!” He said proudly. I smiled at his childeshness and laughed slightly as well. “Well it is nice to meet you Steven….the drummer.” He laughed a little and also blushed. Steven and I talked for the next hour or so. He told me about how he became the band's drummer and I told him about how I wanted to travel the world someday. We talked about our life goals a little bit too. Axl cleared his throat and I hadn’t noticed that Steven and I were the only ones talking still. “Y/N the guys gotta go so come on.” He waved me over to the door of the diner, but Steven stopped me before I could go any further. He pulled me down so his mouth was near my ear and whispered to me. “Call me sometime...this was great.” He handed me a folded up piece of paper and let go of me. I felt my cheeks become extremely red and heated. I felt guilty as I walked towards the door. Damn Steven is sexy. Wait what? No no no I have a boyfriend. I had to admit I didn’t feel like Nikki cared much about me, and if I was being honest the feelings I had for him went away within a week. I felt bad not telling Nikki I didn’t want to be with him, but I would tell him tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. It was always tomorrow. Axl and I walked out of the diner and onto the sidewalk. The moon was out now and the roads were dark. “What the hell was that?” Axl asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice. “What?” I looked towards him. He rolled his eyes and continued to talk. “With you and Steven? You guys were talking the entire time and I saw the way you looked at eachother.” He raised an eyebrow. “Oh my god Axl it was nothing. Why can’t I talk to the opposite gender of our species without you acting like I’m trying to get into their pants?” I said. “Listen Y/N all I’m saying is you haven’t looked at Nikki like that in ages.” He said in a hushed voice. “I don’t wanna talk about it Ax.” I said as we reached Nikki’s apartment. Axl was obviously assuming we were going to my apartment because when I stopped at the front door Axl huffed. “You’re staying with the bozo tonight?” Axl wasn’t much of a fan of Nikki, but he dealt with it for me. “Yes I am staying at Nikki’s house Axl.” I gave him a small hug before heading in the door. “Babe I’m home!” I yelled as I took off my heels. I didn’t get a response so I walked upstairs. I could hear faint voices in the background. They slowly got louder as I inched my way up the stairs. Eventually I could make out the owner of the

voice. Nikki. He was talking to someone. Tommy. “I don’t know Tommy. What am I supposed to do with her? I was just using her until I could find someone I really loved.” My heart shattered into a million pieces as I realized Nikki was talking about me. “Well why did you do it in the first place man? Like use her like that? We have groupies you didn’t need to have a relationship just to fuck someone.” Tommy was trying to be reasonable I guess. “I don’t know Tommy! I saw you with Heather and I just wanted something like that ya know?” I felt a tear trickle down my cheek as I silently sobbed into my hands. I lifted my head when I heard the door to the bedroom open. I looked up to see Nikki staring down at me “Y/N? What are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell me you were home? Why are you crying? Oh. Wait. No no no Y/N it’s not what it sounds like.” He kneeled down and tried to hold me but I stood up and ran down the stairs. “Y/N stop! I care about you baby. I promise I didn’t mean anything I said.” He followed me down the stairs, trying desperately to stop me from leaving. “Forget it Nikki!” I yelled. We were now face to face and he looked kind of shocked. “We both know this wouldn’t work. We don’t love eachother.” I looked down as I quietly whispered the words. “What do you mean we? Don’t you love me Y/N?” I looked up at him and scoffed. “Goodbye Nikki,” before I shut the door behind me I yelled into the house. “Also...no you asshole!” I ran away from the house until I reached a bench on the side of the road. My eyes were no longer filled with tears. Instead they were filled with hatred. Towards Nikki and myself. How could I think he loved me? Stupid fucking idiot. I needed to talk to someone. I walked to the corner of the sidewalk and standing there was a payphone. I called Axl, but he didn’t answer. I called three of my friends. No answer. Just when I was about to give up all hope I remembered the small piece of paper in my pocket. I hesitantly dialed Steven’s number. I had just met this guy and now I was gonna call him with break up problems. Good going Y/N. “Hello?” Steven’s voice on the other end sounded precious. “Hey uh Steven. How um..how are you?” My voice was strained from the crying I had done previously. “Hey Y/N! Are you okay? You sound like you are crying.” I could hear the concern in his voice. “Uh yeah Steven I uh..well you see...ugh.” I quietly sobbed into the phone. “Hey hey it’s ok. Here I’m gonna meet you okay? Where are you?” I told him where to find me and he instantly knew. “Alright I will be there in just a minute okay?” He hung up the phone and I sank to the ground. I held my knees to my chest as I cried on the sidewalk. I heard footsteps around me but I didn’t bother with checking who they belonged to. “Y/N. What’s wrong? Come on honey, stand up.” Steven lifted my arm and helped me to my feet. I buried my face in his chest and cried. He stroked my hair lightly as he whispered in my ear. “Sh it’s ok..sh.” I loosened my grip on him and walked to a nearby bench to sit. “Steven he...he l-left m-me.” I cried a little more before drying my tears. “Oh my gosh Y/N I’m so sorry….he is such an asshole.” I laughed a little. “What’s so funny?” Steven smiled slightly. “Steven...you don’t even know who he is.” I laughed once more and this time Steven joined in. He swept a piece of hair behind my ear and caressed my cheek. “Darling I don’t need to know who he is..if he leaves you he is automatically an asshole.” I laughed a bit more and smiled at him. He truly was perfect. His beautiful blue eyes and his simply stunning smile. I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Love. I felt like I loved Steven. I knew it was absolutely crazy considering I had met him hours ago, but I couldn’t deny the feelings I had. Steven leaned in and our faces were now mere inches from eachother. I could feel his breath fanning over my lips and I couldn’t lie the urge I had to kiss him at that very moment was extremely strong. Steven closed the gap between us though. I was shocked at first, but I responded by kissing him back.

The kiss wasn’t extremely heated, but it had so much meaning. Steven broke away from the kiss and his ocean-like blue eyes stared directly into mine. “Y/N..this might be too soon but….I love you.” He had a hopeful sparkle in his eyes. “I love you too Steven. So damn much.” I kissed him again. This time it was more passionate and lasted longer. Sadly air is something needed to live so we had to break away from each other. “I don’t know where I’m supposed to go now.” I sighed. “What do you mean?” Steven wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “I was gonna stay at my boyfriend’s house tonight. I mean I have an apartment, but Axl will be there with the rest of the band and I don’t really feel like telling Axl about the whole break up thing anymore.” I rambled on and Steven tilted my head upwards. “You could always stay at my place y’know.” He smirked slyly at me and pecked my lips. “I would love that.” I said and teasingly kissed him before breaking away and beginning to walk down the sidewalk. “Uh..Y/N?” Steven called from behind me. “Yes?” I turned to face him. He smiled at me before pointing in the other direction. “My place is this way.” We both laughed and walked to his apartment hand in hand.

Hello! Thanks for reading this imagine! Just a quick disclaimer...this wasn’t intended as hate towards Nikki Sixx or something. I just felt like I needed to say that in case anyone thought it was. Have a good day and remember you are beautiful! :) ♥︎

A Better Match (Steven Adler)

A Better Match

Steven Adler x Reader

Fluff

WARNING: profanities, mentions of cheating

Word Count: 1312

Steven’s POV:

I was sitting on the couch in the hell house, hanging out with the band and Y/N. Y/N was Axl’s girlfriend. They had been together for about a month now and every second of it seemed to kill me a little more. She sat on a chair across the room in his lap. She was so beautiful. I always loved Y/N. I was friends with her before she began dating Axl. In fact I was the one that introduced them to each other. I remember the day like it was yesterday. I was in the studio and decided to bring Y/N along. I was supposed to take her out that night. We were going to see a movie. I planned on telling her how I felt that night. All it took was for me to leave her alone with Axl while I went to the bathroom and already she had new plans. Plans with him.

I didn’t hear from her until a week afterward and they were already dating. It all happened so fast that I barely had time to comprehend everything that had happened. So now here I was. Watching the love of my life love someone else. I loved everything about Y/N. The way her eyes sparkled when she talked about something she loved. Or the way she laughed. Her laugh was so angelic. It was perfect. She was perfect. I was caught off guard when Axl cleared his throat. Shit. They caught me staring. Shit shit shit. I looked away. “Steven? You ok?” It was Y/N. She was so caring. She had a concerned look on her face. Axl on the other hand was looking at me like he wanted to murder me. “Oh uh yeah Y/N sorry I was just um...thinking about….uh…..some song lyrics.” I scratched the back of my neck nervously. She smiled at me calmly and nodded her head. “Alright Stevie boy. What were your song lyrics?” It was Axl. “Forgot em Ax.” I said shortly and walked out of the room. No warning. No nothing. I just walked out of the room. I couldn’t handle it anymore. Axl made me so angry sometimes I just wanted to punch him in his pretty boy frontman face. Y/N deserved so much more than him. I wanted to tell her so badly that Axl cheated on her. But Axl made that near impossible. Axl always kept her by his side unless he was at the bar with the guys and I. I once heard him telling Slash that he kept her around for when he felt like having a ‘quick fuck’. It made me sick. Whenever he was out at bars or clubs he would find some chick and fuck her. He cheated on Y/N constantly. I could feel the anger rising inside of me as I thought about it. I walked out the door of the hell house and onto the sidewalk. My back slid down the wall until I was sitting on the sidewalk. I have to tell her.

Y/N’s POV:

I sat on Axl’s lap. Steven had walked out of the room and I was concerned. Steven was so special to me. He was there for me when no one else was. Even Axl. I looked to the red head below me. In one hand he held a bottle of beer, and in the other a cigarette. I got off Axl’s lap and began to walk towards the door of the hell house. “Where the hell are you going?” Axl yelled after me. I turned around to face him. “I’m just gonna go check and make sure Steven’s ok.” I said smiling at him. “Why do you give a fuck about Steven?” He threw his hands up. “Axl calm down man, just let her check on him.” It was Izzy. Axl glared at Izzy and turned around, walking back towards the chair he was sitting on. I could hear him mumbling “little fucker” as I walked out of the hell house. I looked to my right and saw Steven. He was sitting on the ground with his knees to his chest and his face in his hands. He looked pitiful. I felt my heart crumble at the sight of him like this. I didn’t understand why I felt this way. I knew Steven was just a friend. Sure I liked him before meeting Axl. But he never made a move and I was too scared to so when Axl came along I was happy. But why was I happy? I had thought about it for a while recently. I wasn’t happy that I had Axl. I was happy I wasn’t alone. But as I had learned that doesn’t last long. Recently I was really regretting saying yes to dating Axl. I knew it wasn’t right to have feelings for Steven and date Axl but it was too late now. The damage was done. Slowly I walked up to Steven and placed my hand on his shoulder. “Steven? Are you ok?” I sat down next to him on the sidewalk. He looked up at me and I could see the sadness in his eyes. That was something I didn’t see often. Usually Steven was the most joyful, happy person I had ever seen. He radiated happiness. Now though, the happiness that was once there, in those same eyes, was gone. The brightness of joy had been stolen and was nowhere to be seen. “Y/N I have to tell you something and I know it’s going to hurt you. But….I..I have to tell you.” His voice was raspy as if he had been crying. “Well um ok Steven. Tell me.” I tried to smile even though I was very concerned. “Y/N..Axl cheated on you...multiple times. He told slash...well...he told slash he kept you for a quick fuck. I’m really sorry Y/N I truly am, but I couldn’t handle seeing him do this.I’m gonna kick his ass.” A tear trickled down his beautiful face. “He...thank you Steven.” I hugged him. I felt tears welling in my eyes. He hugged me tightly as if he wouldn’t let go. I knew he wouldn’t let go. “Y/N?” I looked up into his eyes. They were the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. “Yes Steven?” I knew what I wanted to hear him say, but he wasn’t going to say it. “I have wanted to tell you for a long time, but I just couldn’t. I..I love you Y/N. I know you don’t feel the same and it kills me. I hope we can still be friends though because you not being in my life would kill me even more.” That was it. He said it. He loved me. “Steven you don’t know how long I have wanted to hear you say that.” I smiled slightly. His face lit up a bit as he furrowed his brow and looked at me shocked. “What?” He said breathlessly. “I love you Steven.” Before he could react I connected my lips with his. It was a soft kiss but had so much meaning behind it. I had waited so long for this moment and here I was. I pulled away and looked at him. His blue eyes were brighter than any sky I had ever seen. They were mesmerizing and I could have stayed in that same spot for my entire life if I could have. “Y/N..will you...be my girlfriend?” He looked at the ground. “After I break up with Axl. Yes.” I smiled and he laughed slightly. “By the way...I’m still gonna kick his ass.” We laughed in unison before heading into the hell house to tell the rest of the boys the news.

Hello! ~ I hope you liked this imagine! I am now allowing requests! I am only doing GNR and only the original members (Axl, Slash, Duff, Izzy, Steven) Have a good day and remember you are beautiful.

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

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You and Steven never really got along.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you ready for me, doll?"

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

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

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

"Wanna do this again sometime?"

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

"Sure."

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

did i cook or did i flop guys ? 💔

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

SWEET ANGEL

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

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"Easy..."

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

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

"Easy, baby...you okay?"

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

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

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

"No, no..please."

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

"Okay, alright, heard."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You like that, huh sweetheart?"

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

"Mhm.."

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

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

"That's my girl."

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

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

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

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

"Shut up."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Steven..-"

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

"What? I stopped teasing."

He responded, feeling slightly cocky.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"..I love you."

NECTAR

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

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"Thaaats it.."

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

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

"Fuck..Stevie-!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You were so perfect, my love."

You muttered softly, a lazy smile on your face.

"I could do better"

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

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!!Hi !! I’m Damara and I’ve only just started this account and I have no ideas whatsoever. So If you made it this far, I hope you loved this you lil freaks. Requests are very much welcome!! Or you can put literally anything in my inbox I don’t mind, I’ll happily respond. You can ask general questions or even just tell me about your day !!

I’ll take requests for practically anyone I know, so please don’t be shy. ( even though I’m a Steven girly at heart ) I’ll do angst, fluff, smut, anything you want. Just ask!!

IT'S SO EASY, guns n' roses.

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pairing; guns n' roses x fem!reader

summary; your band, lethality, is the hottest thing that’s hit the sunset strip since mötley crüe and the notorious guns n' roses. after a sensational night playing the whisky a go-go, you to meet a very interesting group of men that take a peculiar liking to you.

warnings; cussing, no use of y/n, alcohol & cigarettes mentioned, veryy dialogue heavy, nothing really happens because i didn’t know if anon wanted it to be romantic/romantic encounter with a band member(s), steven is having fun somewhere else.

word count; 1.6k

a/n; i honestly loved writing this. i had a hard time starting it, but when i got it going i couldn’t stop. i was even considering making this a full fledged fanfic, if anyone would be interested.

requests open, not proofread, based on this ask.

The Whisky was packed, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the smell of sweat. The crowd of people blended into one the further you looked out—was jumping around, their energy feeding into yours as you gripped the mic stand, swinging it around erratically. Your heart pounded with adrenaline as the house lights dim for dramatic effect, and with a deep, intentional breath, you launched into the final chorus of your band, Lethality's, set. Your voice was raw, passionate, and uniquely fresh. The audience erupted, fists pounding in the air, whistling and clapping being heard.

This is what made every sleepless hour, every shitty bar gig worth it. The feeling of the audience, the bass vibrating your core, the drums pounding hard and intentional, the guitar wailing along to your voice. You were in your element. This was everything.

With one last powerful belt, you let the song ring out, clutching the microphone as the sound of your heavy breath mixed with the cheers. A slow, sexy smirk tugged at your lips. They loved you.

You turned, locking eyes with your guitarist, tossing your damp, messy hairy over your shoulder and stepping back from the microphone stand. The applause and whistles followed you offstage, still roaring in your ears as you grabbed a towel and wiped your damp face.

You were shocked that Los Angeles had loved Lethality that much, given that they didn't take to women-led bands very kindly. They often watered them down to being a "woman in Rock" and not a "rockstar." You loathed it, and you be damned if it happened to you. You deserved to be on the same playing field as the rest of these young, dumb, and full of cum men. Not that you honestly wanted to be compared to that, though.

"You really know how to work a crowd," a voice called out.

Your eyes shot up to see an older, chubbier man leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking at you in thought. He nodded towards the dressing rooms. "You've got some serious fans wanting to meet you."

You raise an eyebrow in uncertainty, "Fans?"

The man sends you a shit-eating grin and sniggered, "Yeah. Ever heard of Guns N' Roses?"

For a brief second, your heart skipped a beat as you felt your hands get clammy—but you played it cool, tossing the wet towel onto a nearby beer crate. You exhaled through your nose and ran a hand through your hair. You knew Guns regularly went to the Whisky and other clubs you and your band frequented, and you were bound to run into them, but you still felt extremely nervous. You absolutely adored their newest album, Appetite for Destruction.

"Well," you eventually muttered, rolling your shoulders, "guess I better not keep them waiting, huh?"

With that, you strode down the hall, your heart beating so loudly you could feel it having a concert in your head. The hallway was dimly lit the further you walked down, the sounds of the Whisky still thrumming in the distance. Your heeled boots echoed against the floor as you approached the dressing rooms. Guns N' fucking Roses wanted to see you. You weren't one to get starstruck, you had met some of the best musicians to come out of the strip, but you weren't oblivious either. Part of you was curious, another part cautious. You knew how these men were. Hungry for sex, drugs, and dabbled in Rock 'n' Roll when the job called for it. You also weren't one to get caught up in the rock mystique. Yet, if they had something to say, you were damn sure going to hear it.

You reached the dressing room door and took a steadying breath. You took a second to smooth your hair and shake out the last of your post-show adrenaline. Then, you pushed it open.

The room was buzzing with soft conversation. The scent of fresh leather, whiskey, and cigarette smoke hung in the air. The ginger lead singer, Axl Rose, was the first of the four to look up, reclining in his chair, a drink idly dangling from his fingers. His sharp hazel eyes flickered with something unreadable as he took your figure in. Slash was perched on the couch, lazily tapping ash from his cigarette, while Duff and Izzy leaned back in conversation, their laughter cutting off the second you entered. Instantly, you noticed the lack of their drummer, Steven Adler. Huh.

Four pairs of beady eyes locked onto you.

"Well, well," Duff spoke up, giving a slow, acknowleding nod. "The woman of the hour."

You smirked, stepping inside with your arms crossed. "Didn't realize I was on your schedule."

Axl's lips curled into something between amusement and intrigue. "You weren't. But we couldn't ignore what we just saw out there," he tilted his head, studying you. "You don't just perform—you own that stage."

The way Axl said it wasn't flattery. On the contrary, it was a statement. A challenge, maybe. You couldn’t tell. Not yet, anyway.

You met his gaze without flinching, a newfound confidence overtaking you. "That's the job, isn't it?"

To your right, Slash chuckled, flicking his cigarette once more. "Yeah, but most people don't do it like that." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his leathered knees. "Where the fuck did you come from?"

You shrugged, "Same story as everyone else. Small-town band, a lot of shitty gigs, and too much cheap beer."

Axl smirked at that you noticed. He must've liked that reply, you thought.

"Not everyone makes it out of that."

Something about the way he said it made the air feel heavier, just for a beat. You could feel them sizing you up, trying to figure out if you were just another wannabe act, or something more. Maybe they were checking you out, who fucking knows?

You glanced around, then raised an amused brow. "So, you dragged me in here just to stroke my ego, or is there something else?"

Axl took a swig of his liquor, sliding his arm onto the armrest. "Maybe both."

Axl's words hung in the air, stretching the moment just long enough for you to feel the weight of their attention. You didn't mind it—if anything, you were used to being watched, analyzed, judged. But this? This was different.

Slash took a slow, tentative drag off of his cigarette, exhaling a thin breath of smoke before speaking again. "How long have you been playing as a band?"

You walked over to the other side of the couch he sat on, your eyes not leaving his hidden ones. "Long enough to know what I'm doing."

That earned a chuckle from Duff. "Yeah, we picked up on that, Susie-Q."

Izzy, who had been quiet until now, studied you with that easy, unreadable gaze. "Your sound's different. It's not just your voice—it's the way you hold a crowd. Who are your influences?"

You shrugged, "A little of everyone."

Axl chuckled and swirled the whiskey in his glass. "That's the safe answer," he retorted, clicking his tongue in amusement.

"Safe," you echoed with a knowing, smug smile, "or just true?"

That got a reaction—albeit a small one—a flicker of something behind Axl's eyes. The kind of interest that wasn't politeness. He wasn't just shooting the shit with you. None of them were. They had intentions—intentions you were unsure of.

Slash tilted his head softly, "You got a label yet?"

"Not one worth signing to," you replied smoothly as you shook your head.

Izzy and Duff exchanged what felt like their tenth glance of the night. Axl's smirk deepened as you quietly let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You were very nervous, after all.

"Good," Axl clicked his tongue, "means you're not an idiot."

You huffed a quiet laugh, "I try."

This whole conversation had your mind reeling: panic mode on. This was going nowhere, and you didn't really come here to get drilled about your music. They didn't even ask to see the rest of Lethality, just you. You weren't sure what to expect when walking backstage, but being rallied up by Guns wasn't it. Their gaze was still on you, making you feel small. You look at Axl from across the room—the gears in his head were moving. You soon realized that never meant anything good.

Axl turned his head to look at you dead on. "So, what's next for you?"

You met his gaze without hesitation, your eyebrows furrowing. "Why? You planning to keep tabs on me?"

Slash grinned, putting out his cigarette in the steel ashtray on the coffee table. "Wouldn't be the worst idea. Not every night we someone actually own the stage instead of just.. standing on it."

Duff gestured towards you with his beer bottle. "Crowd was losing their fucking minds. You got 'em wrapped around your pretty little finger."

You shrugged. “Like I said, that’s the job.”

“And like Slash said, most people don’t get that. They think it’s just about playing the songs.” Izzy eyed you, like he was still trying to figure you out. He motioned towards you as he pulled out a Marlboro from his pack. “You’ve got something else.”

Axl let out a low chuckle and cleared his throat while shaking his head slightly. Then, he raised his glass. “Right. Here’s to whatever the fuck happens next.”

Your eyes flicked to the band’s whiskey bottle on the table. Without a word, you picked it up, twisted off the cap, and took a deep gulp before setting it back down on the coffee table with a quiet, gentle clink.

“You’ll be seeing more of Lethality,” you said simply.

Slash huffed a quiet laugh. “Good. Scene’s getting boring.”

Duff nodded in agreement. “Listen—If you keep playing like that, you won’t be stuck in clubs forever.”

Izzy didn’t say anything, just gave a small, knowing smirk.

Axl’s gaze lingered for a second longer before he set his now empty glass down. “Guess we’ll have to just wait and fucking see.”

The conversation shifted, drinks flowed, and the night stretched on. Whatever this was—whatever had started here—you had a small feeling burning deep inside that this was just the beginning.

© lagunned (2025—) all rights reserved.

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

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

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

Who I will write for

Mötley Crüe:

Nikki Sixx

Tommy Lee

Vince Neil

Guns n roses:

Steven Adler

Axl rose

Hanoi rocks:

Razzle Dingley

Michael Monroe

Others:

Dave Mustaine

Peter Steele

Jimmy Page

James Hetfeild

Tom Kiefer

Kirk Hammett

Billy Idol

Mick Jagger

Rules and boundaries

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

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

Thanks for readinggg 💋

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

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𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤: 𝟙

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𝕀𝕫𝕫𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕚𝕟

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𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤:

just saw you were asking 4 steven asks and you know my ass is gonna jump on that. so like… laying with him on the couch, his back to your chest while you jerk him off. leaving sloppy kisses all over his face and neck calling him a good boy n praising him… what a dream

WHEW!! SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT LUV </3 but yes this is so hot someone sedate me

forcing him to sit in your lap while you tease him by jerking him off and making him wait and beg for your pussy??? he'd be such a mess before he even gets to touch you. his head in on your shoulder, closing his eyes as your pace either gets gradually faster or slower, unable to handle it. he's looking up at you with his blue eyes, tears starting to form.

he's so pink and red for you, that you can tell how close he is, him twitching in your hand.

"i- oh please... 'm so close.. can i?"

he's begging for his release as precum was dribbling our from his tip. bucking his hips into your hand for more friction, just trying to get more stimulation.

"mm.. not yet baby. you can wait a little longer, can't you? can't you do that for mommy?"

you smirked, going slower. Steven looked like he was about to burst, him making incoherent noises, whining as his body was violently shaking, needing his release.

"y- y-yeah.. think so, ma'am.."

his voice is so soft and breathy, you turn to kiss him all over for obeying you, petting his hair.

"yeah? oh, that's a good boy. so good for me, aren't you?"

you smiled innocently, kissing him on the forehead before you started going faster and faster. it definitely caught the blonde off guard, him struggling to edge himself.

"f- holy- fuck, fuck, fuck!"

he swore out loud, him whining louder, legs trying to close everytime your went down.

"miss- p- please-"

he's covering his own mouth from how loud he's being, him biting the insides of his cheeks to keep himself quiet.

"hm.. wanna cum in my hand or in my pussy, handsome?"

you asked, choking the tip before glancing at him. he was all fucked out and honestly looked like he was about to scream or pass out.

"i-i- y-you.. you! please- lemme fill you up.."

he almost yelled and you pulled your hand away before taking your bottoms off, pushing him inside of your pussy, hands on his chest, starting to bounce and grind a little.

"go on, fill me up, hun.. fuck, wanna feel you, baby."

you bit your lip as he held your hips, taking a good look at you before shooting his seed inside of your cunt. it felt like he wasn't going to stop cumming, but soon pulled out as it came out of you like a river.

"fuck- th- thank you so much-"

he whimpered as he kissed up your stomach, him looking more and more fucked out and tired by the minute.

"of course baby, my good boy deserved it. didn't he?"

he just nodded softly before passing out with you still on top of him, you kissing him on the cheek while you moved his hair out of the way.