#duff x reader

A/N: Hi babydoll! Thank you for the request, it was very fun to make and i appreciate the compliment on the series! I hope this is to your liking and that everyone who also reads this will like it, enjoy!

STEVEN ADLER

~Oh, Steven would be such a joy. ~He's definitely funny AS FUUUCKK, making you laugh all the time, ~even when you're mad at him. ~If you're a sweet girl, especially nurturing, he'd be wrapped around your finger. ~Always coming to you when he did something stupid. ~''okay, don't be mad, but-'' ~He'd flirt A LOOOT. Its out of habit though, if you'd be tight as friends there wouldn't be much intention behind it. ~But yeah, the first time you met he 100% hit on you. Like, immediately. ~But once you're close, he switches into best friend mode FAST. ~AAAND if it were for you to be younger, he'd probably see you as a little sister. ~Would play-fight a lot, tickle you, poke you, grabbing your stuff and running away with them, etc. ~Literally doesn't know how to stop. ~secretly needs your approval more than lets on. ~He'd be such a sweetheart when you feel down, most probably would hold you and listen to you. ~Sometimes he could get very cocky and just have an attitude that makes you wanna slap the shit out of him. ~you don't. ~mostly

DUFF MCKAGAN

~PROTECTIVE older brother energy, but not in a soft way, in a ''don't test me'' way. ~still jokes around though. he's chaotic ~annoying, to say the least. ~if you're short, you're COOKED. ~that mf will grab you, just because he can. ~get ready to be picked up when you annoy him. ~with you he can be a lot more grounded. ~always aware of your surrounding, walks slightly behind or beside you in crowded spaces. ~if something feels off, he's already stepping in. ~doesn't make a scene, just stuff like: ''you good?'' or a low ''nah, we're leaving.'' ~you listen, cause all of them are rarely wrong. they've seen enough to know better. ~highkey proud of you, but would show it in annoying ways. ~''aww look at you being a nerd. good job" ~would come to you if you were there and he was feeling anxious before a gig, maybe. ~trusts you a lot, as well. ~LOVES to drink with you, cause you guys turn into idiots. ~like, sharing the same braincell kind of idiots. ~will dance with you, do the grease pick up move, for example. ~YELL absolutely everything and everywhere when you're both drunk. ~will laugh absolutely all the time and everything would be turned into a inside joke only you two would know. ~(the others wanna kill you when you get like this) ~but yeah, you'd feel really safe with him. :)

SLASH

~very calm. like sometimes annoyingly calm. ~until he's not, and you want to smother him with a pillow. ~funniest one in the room in a very unexpected way. ~makes the dumbest jokes with a straight face. ~lowkey pervy humor, but never crosses a line with you. ~flirts, but smoother than Steven :))) teases you a lot. ~he tried at some point to teach you guitar ~but he's an AWFUL teacher. ~will play something insane and go: ''ok. just, like, do that.'' ~he's cute tho when he teaches you stuff, he'd sit behind you or next to you and guide your hand when needed. ~claims that you're the one who sucks. ~gives surprisingly good advice, regarding boys. ~will laugh his ass off when you tell them dumb stuff they wrote you ~like little love notes and shit. ~once called you ''cupcake'' for A MONTH just to be an asshole after reading a dudes poem. ~will 100% make some pervy comment if you look hot that certain day/ if you dressed more revealing, and accept his fate when you chase him around. ~or cuss him out. ~or smack him. ~but truly, he respects you a lot. ~doesn't play about you. ~you're also one of the few people he trusts to touch his hair. ~definitely comes to you when he needs help with his hair, or clothes or whatever. ~lets you hang around while he plays, appreciates when you give feedback or try to help him out when he's out of ideas. ~you both feel safe with eachother.

IZZY STRADLIN

~nonchalant to the point it's offensive. ~will look at you after you say something dumb, like: "are you serious?" ~blunt. BRUTALLY honest. no filter ~may the lord have mercy on thy soul. ~but never actually mean, he has his limits. ~deffo thinks you're very pretty, but he'd kinda friendzone you. ~or just respects you a lot and doesn't wanna ruin the friendship. ~the type to silently help you without making a big deal out of it. ~actually a pretty good guitar teacher. ~patient, but won't baby you. ~"again." ~"no, thats wrong." ~will give you homework, and will get pissy if you don't do it. ~"go ahead and find someone else to teach ya. you either practice, or bye-bye. I'm not kidding." ~bought you alcohol at least once before you turned 21. ~will lecture you and the next night share a blunt. ~will absolutely ruin any delusion you're having with one sentence. ~gives the most realistic advice about relationships. ~he makes you laugh a lot when you're feeling down. ~might beat up someone with Axl if that person did you wrong. ~if you're close, he'll vent to you. and he doesn't do that with a lotta people. ~his girlfriends always LOOOOVED you. ~like actually adored you. ~and you feel safe with him, too.

AXL ROSE

the bedroom is dimly lit when you finally push the door open, giggling under your breath. your legs feel like jelly after one too many cocktails with the girls and the whole world is pleasantly spinning. you spot your husband immediately

Duff is lounging against the headboard, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants slung low on his hips. his long, silver-streaked hair is loose and a little messy. most importantly, those damn reading glasses are perched on his nose while he scrolls through his phone with a concentrated little frown. he looks so fucking good it makes your drunk brain short-circuit

you bit your lip hard as you stumbled toward the bed

“Mmm… you know how hot you look in those glasses?” you purr, voice husky and teasing as you crawl onto the mattress “Like… stupid hot. My hot older husband being all smart and sexy in bed”

Duff looks up from his phone, eyebrows raising in surprise before a soft, boyish laugh escapes him. his eyes crinkle at the corners, warm and fond

“Jesus, baby… how much did you drink tonight?” he asks, clearly trying not to laugh harder. he sets his phone aside but leaves the glasses on

you don’t answer. instead, you swing one leg over his lap and straddle him clumsily, your hands immediately sliding into his long hair and tugging a little too roughly. you lean in and kiss him messily, all tongue and needy little sounds

Duff hums sweetly against your mouth, his big hands resting gently on your waist to steady you. he’s smiling into the kiss — that soft, amused smile he gets when you’re being ridiculous and he loves every second of it

you pull back, breathing fast and start yanking at the hem of your tight top with zero coordination. you tug it down messily, nearly ripping it in your eagerness, until your breasts spill out

“You like my boobs?” you demand, voice breathy and drunk as you cup them in your hands, pushing them together right in front of his face “Say it. Tell me you like them, Duff”

he lets out a surprised little laugh, cheeks actually flushing slightly as he stares up at you. The reading glasses make him look even softer

“Baby…” he chuckles, voice warm and affectionate “Yeah, I like them. I love your boobs” he says it so genuinely, like he’s trying to be a good boy for you, his hands gently coming up to rest just beneath yours “They’re perfect. Just like I’ve told you before million times already”

that sweet answer only makes you more turned on

you fumble with his sweatpants, pushing them down just enough to free him. he’s already half-hard from your chaotic affection and the second you wrap your hand around him, he lets out a soft groan

without any grace, you line him up and sink down onto him in one eager, wobbly motion

“Oh my god…” you moan loudly, head falling back as you feel every inch. it’s messy and uncoordinated, your hips rolling in sloppy circles but it feels so fucking good

Duff’s hands fly to your hips, not to control you, but to support you sweetly, thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your skin

“Easy, sweetheart” he murmurs, voice husky but still so fond “You’re gonna hurt yourself like that”

but you don’t slow down. you ride him with drunk eagerness — bouncing messily, grinding down hard, hands braced on his broad chest. your moans are loud and shameless

Duff watches you with pure adoration in his eyes, lips parted, those reading glasses slightly fogged now. every time you slam down on him, he lets out these soft, sweet little grunts, his fingers flexing on your hips like he’s torn between letting you have your chaotic fun and keeping you safe

“Fuck… you feel so good” you gasp, leaning forward to kiss him sloppily again “My sweet husband… looking so hot in those glasses while I ride you”

he laughs breathlessly, the sound turning into a low groan when you clench around him

“I didn’t know you like it so much when I wear my reading glasses” he whispers, voice full of sweetness. one hand slides up your back, holding you close as you continue your messy rhythm “So pretty when you’re like this… all wild and needy for me”

your head is spinning — from the drinks, from how he feels inside you, from all the praises, from how devastatingly soft and hot he looks with those reading glasses still perched on his nose

suddenly, the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them

“Maybe we should have another baby…” you gasp, grinding down harder on him, voice breathy and desperate “Duff… let’s have another one. I want it”

for a second, his hips stutter beneath you. his eyes widen behind the glasses, a mix of surprise and amusement flickering across his face. he lets out a soft, breathless laugh, his hands tightening slightly on your hips as he tries to keep you steady

“Baby…” he says gently, voice warm and careful, like he’s talking to something precious and a little fragile “You’re really drunk right now. When you’re sober tomorrow, we can talk about it, okay?”

but you shake your head stubbornly, leaning forward so your bare chest presses against his. your movements grow more frantic, riding him with sloppy determination as you chase that high

“No… I mean it” you whine, lips brushing his jaw “We already have two grown kids… but I want another one with you. Please… just one more, Duffy. Fill me up. I want you to put a baby in me tonight”

Duff groans softly, the sound equal parts turned on and helplessly fond. he looks so sweet like this — older, handsome, completely wrapped around your drunken little finger

“You know I’d give you anything… But not when you’re this wasted”

still, he doesn’t stop you. he lets you keep riding him, messy and eager, his hips rocking up gently to meet yours while he holds you close. his free hand strokes your back in soothing circles, even as your words clearly affect him — you can feel him throb inside you, harder now

you moan louder, clenching around him as you beg again, voice slurred and needy

“Cum inside me… please, baby. I want it so bad. Want you to breed me tonight…”

Duff lets out a shaky breath, his usual calm cracking just a little. he kisses your temple, then your cheek, murmuring against your skin

“Fuck… you’re so pretty when you’re like this. All eager and filthy” he swallows hard, trying to stay responsible even while buried deep inside you “Just… ride me, baby. Let me take care of you tonight. We’ll talk about babies when you wake up with a clear head, yeah? I promise”

but you’re too far gone, you keep moving, messy and desperate, whispering “cum inside me” and “give me another baby” between broken moans, your body trembling as you get closer and closer

suddenly, the orgasm crashes into you hard. your whole body shakes as you cry out, clenching tight around him, thighs trembling violently on either side of his hips. you bury your face in his neck, moaning his name over and over while waves of pleasure roll through your drunk body

Duff holds you through it, kissing your shoulder and whispering “Good girl… I’ve got you”

when you finally start to come down, panting and dizzy, you stay slumped against his chest, still full of him. in your hazy mind, you’re convinced he finished too. you smile drunkenly, nuzzling into his neck

“Mmm… It was so good” you mumble happily „You came inside me, right?”

Duff pauses for a second, then gently lies, his voice soft and soothing “Yeah, baby. I did. Filled you up just like you wanted”

he says it because he knows how emotional you get when you’re this drunk and he just wants to calm you down and take care of you. he strokes your back tenderly, hoping you’ll settle

but you’re not as out of it as he thinks

even through the heavy fog of alcohol, you feel it — he’s still hard inside you. he didn’t cum. not even close

your hazy bliss flips instantly into drunk, irrational hurt

you sit up straight on his lap, eyes glassy but suddenly angry as you stare down at him

“You’re lying…” you slur, bottom lip trembling “You didn’t cum. I can feel it. You lied to me!”

Duff’s face softens with guilt and concern. he reaches for you immediately, hands gentle on your waist

“Hey, listen—”

“No!” you push his hands away, clumsily climbing off him. your legs nearly give out as you stumble off the bed, tears already filling your eyes “You don’t want another baby with me… You lied so I’d shut up!”

“Baby, that’s not true—” he starts, sitting up quickly, reading glasses now on the nightstand, looking like a worried golden retriever “You’re really drunk. I just didn’t want you to get upset—”

but you’re already in full drunk tantrum mode

you yank your shirt back up messily, tears spilling down your cheeks as you storm toward the bathroom

“I hate you” you sob dramatically, even though it’s not true “Twenty years and you won’t even cum inside me when I ask…”

you slam the bathroom door behind you and lock it with a loud click. the second you’re inside, you slide down against the door, sitting on the cold tile floor, crying messy drunk tears into your hands

outside, you hear Duff’s heavy footsteps approaching. his voice comes through the door, gentle and full of love

“Baby… come on. Open the door. You know I love you. I just didn’t want to do anything while you’re this wasted”

he tries the open softly, then sighs when he finds it locked

“Please, let me in. We can talk… or I can just hold you. You’re breaking my heart out here”

you hear him slide down to sit on the floor on the other side of the door, his back resting against it. his voice drops even softer, patient and sweet like the big puppy he is

“I’m right here. Whenever you’re ready… I’m not going anywhere”

but you didn't want to hear it right now. tho eventually after a minute your drunk tantrum slowly starts to losen so you pull yourself up using the sink, swaying slightly as you stare at your flushed, tear-streaked face in the mirror

“Stupid…” you mumble to yourself

you turn on the faucet and splash cold water on your face, trying to sober up even a little. you wash away the smudged mascara, brush your teeth messily and took a quick shower. the whole time you’re grumbling under your breath like a sulky child

when you finally feel a tiny bit more composed, you unlock the bathroom door and step out

Duff is still sitting on the floor right outside, back against the wall, looking up at you with those big, worried puppy eyes. he starts to speak but you just huff and walk past him without saying a word. you climb into bed like an angry toddler, dramatically pulling the sheet over your head until you’re completely hidden

you hear him sigh softly

“Baby…” he murmurs but you stay silent

eventually the mattress dips as he gets back into bed. he doesn’t try to pull the sheet off you. Iinstead, he gently rests a hand on your covered back and rubs slow circles until you eventually fall into a heavy, drunken sleep

morning comes way too quickly

your head is pounding like someone is hammering inside your skull. you groan miserably and bury your face deeper into the pillow

the sound of quiet movement around the room makes you crack one eye open

Duff is tidying up — picking up your discarded clothes from last night, folding them neatly and picking up your heels. he’s moving carefully, trying to be quiet but he woke you up anyway

“I didn’t mean to wake you up, baby” he says softly when he noticed you stirring up, voice full of guilt “Go back to sleep. I was just cleaning a little”

you sit up slowly, wincing at the massive headache and pull the blanket around your shoulders like a sad little burrito. you feel so stupid. the shame of drinking too much is already creeping in, making you act small and fragile, like a kid who knows they messed up

Duff walks over and sits on the edge of the bed. you don’t even think — you just lean forward and wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face in his warm chest. he smells like home and his perfume

he hugs you back immediately, one big hand stroking your messy hair

“You still mad at me?” he asks gently, almost hesitantly

you blink against his shirt, confused

“…For what?” you mumble, voice hoarse

Duff lets out a quiet breath, clearly debating how to say it. his hand keeps rubbing your back soothingly

“Oh… I’ll tell you later, baby. When your head feels better”

you pull back just enough to look up at him, eyes narrowed in suspicion even through the pounding headache

“No. Tell me now”

he hesitates, then smiles softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear

“Well… you got home really drunk last night. We had sex, and you were… very eager. You kept telling me you wanted another baby. You begged me to come inside you so we could make one” he pauses, watching your face carefully “I didn’t. I just told you I did so you’d calm down and go to sleep peacefully. But you felt that I hadn’t… and you got pretty upset. Threw a little tantrum, locked yourself in the bathroom, then came out mad as hell and hid under the sheets like our daughter when she was five and we didn't get her her favorite toy”

you stare at him

the silence stretches

your eyes slowly widen in pure horror, like you’ve just been struck by lightning

“I— I WHAT???” you look at him like he just slapped you, voice cracking

your face burns with embarrassment. you feel your stomach drop straight through the floor

“Oh my god…” you breathe, completely mortified “I did that? I asked you to… to breed me? For ANOTHER BABY? We already have two grown kids and I— that can't be true. Tell me you're joking Duff. I swear if you're joking.”

Duff nods, lips twitching like he’s trying not to smile at how horrified you look right now.

“I wish I was joking, baby. And you were very… passionate about it”

you let out a mortified groan and collapse forward, hiding your burning face in his chest again

“I’m never drinking again” you mumble against his skin, voice small and humiliated “Ever”

Duff chuckles softly, wrapping his strong arms around you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head

“You’re cute when you’re drunk and feral” he teases gently, still stroking your hair

you whimper in embarrassment, clinging tighter to your sweet older husband

“Kill me now”

“Not a chance” he murmurs lovingly, holding you close ““I thought it was kind of cute, honestly. The way you got all demanding and then so upset when I didn’t… perform on command”

you let out a watery groan and hide your face deeper in his neck. you stay quiet for a while, sniffling softly, still feeling small and soggy in his lap. your fingers twist nervously in the fabric of his shirt

“I just feel so dumb…” you mumble eventually, voice barely audible. “Like a horny teenager instead of a grown woman who’s been married for twenty years”

Duff tilts your chin up gently with two fingers until you finally meet his eyes

“You’re allowed to be a horny teenager sometimes” he says tenderly, thumb brushing away a stray tear from your cheek “You’re my girl. Always will be. Even when you’re crying in my lap because you’re embarrassed you begged me to breed you”

you let out a pathetic little laugh-sniffle combo, still embarrassed but starting to melt under his sweetness “I love you Duff”

“I love you too, baby”

Your eyes drifted through your dark bedroom to your dresser. You couldn’t see it, but you knew Duff’s jacket, he had given you the night everything had changed, was still in there. You still remembered how his jacket had felt on your skin, the way his scent had captured you and involuntarily your thoughts drifted back to the memories about the night a week ago. 

---O--- 

It had been one of these warm spring days in Los Angeles and just now when the sun began to set, a soft breeze started to flow through the dusty air. You could still hear the noise coming from the now dying down traffic on the street as you were sitting on the fire escape in front of the window of his one-bedroom apartment. 

Duff sat next to you on one of the stairs, a small cassette recorder on the step underneath you. Today it had been your turn to choose the music, so it was Fleetwood Mac, which was quietly playing in the background. You liked how it fit the relaxed vibe of the evening. 

You picked up your still-smoldering joint from the ashtray and inhaled the smoke deeply before breathing out with your eyes closed. 

“How were your classes today?”, your best friend asked after he took a sip from the beer bottle, he was holding casually. 

“Horrible”, you answered thinking back to your day at college: “I should’ve left your concert sooner yesterday, I was tired all day.” 

“But you couldn’t stop swooning over Izzy”, he teased you. 

“I wasn’t swooning”, you complained and hit his shoulder playfully. 

It hadn’t even been because of Izzy. You hadn’t missed a single one of Duff’s gigs, since the night you had met, over a year ago. Both of you hadn’t been living in LA for long, when you had met at a party, and after finding out that you were both originally from Seattle, there was no denying, you were meant to be friends from the start. He understood you in ways nobody else ever did. 

“How’s it going with Izzy anyway?”, he asked interestedly. 

“Oh, it’s good.“ 

“Just good? You don’t sound convinced.” 

“It’s not that...”, you shook your head, unsure of what you were even trying to say or why you weren’t as enthusiastic as you should be. You liked Izzy, always had a soft spot for him and he was hot, a force to be reckoned with on stage and when he had asked you out for the first time, you hadn’t hesitated for a second. 

“We always have a good time when we’re hanging out, he’s handsome and funny, relaxed and easy to talk to-” 

“But?” 

“What?” 

“You talk like there’s gonna come a But.” 

You sighed and took another drag from your joint. The soft breeze started to slowly turn into a soft, chilly wind, as the sun disappeared behind one of the other buildings and the streetlights turned on. 

“I’ll grab myself another beer, you want one?”, Duff asked you and got up. With his warmth next to you gone and his tall body no longer sheltering you from the wind, you shivered. 

“Sure”, you replied: “Could you also get me a jacket maybe? It’s getting a little cold.” 

“Of course, and while I’m gone you can think about the But.” 

Oh great, you thought. 

It wasn’t like the actual reason which made you a little unsure was something you wanted to discuss with him. It was a little embarrassing especially if he ever told Izzy about it. Inside of her, she knew he would never do that, but she felt awkward, nevertheless. 

It didn’t take long for Duff to come back outside with two opened bottles of beer and a big, black leather jacket. You stubbed out the joint in the ashtray before you grabbed the jacket he was holding out in front of you. You slid the jacket over your shoulders, the weight of it settling around you like a warm hug. The leather was soft, worn in. You pulled it tighter, just for a second, and breathed in. 

It smelled like cigarettes and aftershave, something woody and sharp with the faintest trace of beer beneath it. The kind of scent that lingers, that you’d recognize in the dark. 

In the dim light of the streetlights you looked at him when he sat down next to you again and took the bottle he was holding out to you. Duff wasn’t clean-cut or polished. There was something rough about him - those cheekbones, the mess of blond hair that always looked like he just ran a hand through it and didn’t care what happened next. 

When he lit up a cigarette your eyes followed his hands to his lips, when he took the first long drag. He had nice lips, soft and – God, you shouldn’t be thinking about him like that but his jacket, with his scent clinging to your skin, made you feel some kind of way. 

“So what’s the thing with you ‘n Izzy?” 

You had hoped he’d let the topic go, but he obviously wouldn’t. 

“Why? Has he said anything?” 

“Nah, he ain’t the type to spill dating stories at rehearsals”, Duff laughed: “We on the other hand have told each other multiple, funny dating stories and I was kinda getting worried, why I’m getting nothing on the two of you.” 

“It’s different”, you said with a pause to take sip: “He’s your friend.” 

“I’m not asking how he’s in bed! I just-” 

“We haven’t...”, you admitted and immediately felt heat travel to your cheeks. Purposely you look down at the bottle in your hands. 

“What? I mean, neither of you is like...a saint or anything.” He seemed genuinely surprised. 

“I know!”, you sighed: “I don’t get it either! But every time we start to make out, it’s like he’s holding back! I don’t get it!” 

“Maybe he wants to take it slow”, Duff shrugged. 

“Come on! You said it yourself, we ain’t saints.” 

“Maybe you’re special to him. You are to me.” 

You forced yourself to ignore the way your heart had stopped a second, at his words, and blamed it on your high. 

“Or maybe he changed his mind.” 

“Or maybe you’re thinking too much about it.”  

As you got more and more frustrated, Duff kept his cool and was seemingly amused by your growing frustration. 

“Or maybe, I’m just a bad kisser.” 

“That’s what you think?” He straight out laughed now. “Come on, Y/N, you can’t be serious.” 

“Well, what if it’s true?” You pouted and crossed your arms in front of your chest. 

“It’s not.” 

“How can you know?” 

“I just know”, he was adamant about it. 

“You can’t know that.” 

He put out his cigarette in the ashtray before he turned back to you with a smirk. 

“I can prove it to you, if you’d like.” 

You blinked at him. I can prove it to you, if you’d like. The words echoed in your mind. 

“Shut up,” you muttered, trying to laugh it off, but you couldn’t quite look away. 

“I’m just saying”, he said, voice low, lazy, like he didn’t have a care in the world: “If it helps clear your mind... for science, obviously.” 

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was beating way too fast. The leather jacket was still wrapped around your shoulders, his scent in your nose, and he was right there, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off him. You hesitated, then looked up at him fully. 

His eyes searched yours. He wasn’t joking anymore. 

“Okay”, you said, so softly you barely heard yourself. 

Duff didn’t move at first, like he wanted to make sure you meant it. Then slowly, he reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, light and warm. 

When he leaned in, it wasn’t rushed. It was deliberate, slow, confident. His lips brushed against yours once, barely there, like a question. You answered by tilting your face toward him, your hand reaching up to grip the front of his shirt, pulling him in. 

Then he kissed you, really kissed you. 

It was soft at first, his mouth moving gently over yours, but there was heat building fast, curling between you like smoke. He tasted like beer and tobacco. When his hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair, you sighed against him, lips parting. He didn’t hesitate. His tongue found yours, and the sound you made surprised even you. 

You shifted, knees brushing his thigh, your whole body leaning into him. He groaned low in his throat, and you felt it, deep in your stomach. One of his hands slid under the hem of the jacket, fingers skating across your waist, just skin on skin. Your pulse jumped. 

The kiss turned messier, hungrier. Your teeth caught his bottom lip; his fingers dug into your side. You didn’t think- didn’t want to. 

And then, just as suddenly, he broke the kiss. 

You were both breathing hard, his forehead resting against yours for a second before he pulled back completely. His hand dropped from your waist, and he looked away as he leaned back, dragging a hand through his hair like he was trying to clear his head. 

You blinked, disoriented. The night air hit you like a splash of cold water. 

“Shit”, he muttered under his breath, then forced a laugh that didn’t quite reach his eyes: “Well... now you know you’re not a bad kisser.” 

You managed a shaky laugh, even though your lips still tingled and your mind was spinning. 

“Right. Scientific proof.” 

He gave you a weak smile, but you could see he was retreating before you’d even decided how to feel about what just happened. 

“I should probably...uh, get some sleep”, he said, standing up: “Big rehearsal tomorrow.” 

You nodded, trying to pretend like your world hadn’t been turned upside down a moment ago. 

“Yeah, me too.” 

He took the bottle from your hand and leaned in to pluck the jacket from your shoulders but stopped himself. His hand hovered there for a second too long, then he pulled it back. 

“Keep it for now”, he said quietly: “You still look cold.” 

And with that, he disappeared back inside. 

You stayed there for another minute, staring out at the dark city, the leather jacket heavy on your shoulders, still warm with him. You exhaled slowly. 

Well. Shit. 

----O--- 

Later that day after your last dream about Duff you had finally gotten your shit together and were sitting on your run-down sofa, watching a rerun of a show you had already seen twice with plans of ordering pizza later. Izzy was just getting ready for a gig and grabbed his guitar before he stopped in the doorway. 

You still hadn’t done much more than kissing but at least now you knew, you were the problem. Every time he came close to you, let alone kissed you, your thoughts drifted back to your best friend. It wasn’t fair and you felt horrible. It also made no sense to you! Just now, when you looked at the man, standing in the doorway, eyeing you critically, you were very much aware of how hot he looked with his deep, doe eyes and his effortless demeanor. Looking at him during one of their shows had always gotten you hot and bothered, your thoughts imagining what his skilled fingers could do to you, if they were able to move this quickly on his guitar. But now all you could think about was Duff. And that shit hurt. 

“Are you sure, you’re not coming tonight?”, Izzy asked you. 

“I’m tired”, you lied: “I’ll make it next time, promise.” You gave him a weak smile. 

You had never missed one of their gigs but today you simply didn’t feel like going. It hurt too much. 

After the kiss, which had even been Duff’s idea, he had distanced himself from you. When you had met him and the other band members late at night in a diner, he hadn’t been able to do as much as look at you. It was weird. You went from talking almost every day to a complete cold turkey of not talking at all. 

Then at the band practice you had visited a few days ago, he had suddenly started parading around a pretty blond girl, with long legs to die for. She was absolutely gorgeous, and it wasn’t her fault, but you couldn’t stand being around them. 

You had met a few girls he had been dating over the last year, but it had never felt like this. It was different watching him kiss them, when you knew what it felt like. 

It wasn’t fair to Izzy either. It was him, you were dating! And he didn’t deserve someone who was there for him but looking at somebody else. 

“Okay”, he nodded: “It’s probably gonna be late, so I’ll crash at my place. See you tomorrow?” 

“I would love that.” 

He left after he had placed a soft kiss on your cheek. No spark, no nothing. 

Why on earth had you thought, kissing Duff was a good idea? Hell, it was his idea even! How could he do that and then not talk to you again? He was your best friend! 

As you sat there on the sofa, halfheartedly watched the TV, ordered and ate a pizza, which tasted like nothing to you, walked up and down your living room, your frustration with the entire situation and with Duff kept on growing. Eventually, hours after Izzy had left you decided: Two can play this game. If Duff needed to parade his new girlfriend around in front of you, so could you. So, you got dressed. 

----O---- 

You arrived at the bar just as the last chord of the final song rang out, vibrating through the walls and your chest like a heartbeat you couldn’t ignore. The place was packed, shoulder to shoulder, sweat in the air, the sticky floors soaked in spilled beer and cheap perfume. You slipped in through the side door like a ghost, unnoticed at first, your boots silent against the backstage hallway. 

The muffled cheers grew louder as you neared the stage, and then - Axl’s voice. 

“Thank you! You’ve been fucking beautiful!” 

You heard the feedback shriek as they unplugged, the crowd roaring as if they could drag the band back out through sheer force. Your stomach twisted with nerves, but it wasn’t for Izzy. 

You adjusted your shirt, one that clung just right, a little tighter than usual, and checked your makeup in the reflection of a cracked mirror in the hallway. If you were going to play this game, you were going to play to win. 

The band stumbled off stage, drunk on adrenaline and maybe more. You stepped into the chaos of the cramped backstage room just as Duff laughed at something the blonde next to him had said. His arm was lazily slung around her shoulders, but his eyes met yours the second you walked in. He froze. Just for a moment. 

Then he looked away, too fast, too casual, turning back to the girl at his side. But you’d seen it. That flash of surprise.  

You didn’t give him the satisfaction of lingering. 

“Izzy!”, you called out with bright, deliberate energy, your voice slicing through the buzz of conversation like a knife. 

He turned, surprised and then smiled, walking over, guitar still slung across his back. 

“You changed your mind?”, he asked, reaching for you. 

“I couldn’t stay away”, you said, your voice just sweet enough to sound sincere, just low enough that Duff would hear it. You pressed a kiss to Izzy’s lips before he could say anything else, lingering longer than usual. His hands slid to your waist, hesitant, confused by your sudden affection, but not enough to question it. 

When you pulled back, you leaned your head on his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Duff. 

Still pretending to listen to the blonde, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes anymore. His grip on the beer bottle in his hand tightened slightly, and he shifted his weight, angling himself away from you. 

But not before his eyes flicked back. Once. Twice. 

Your pulse thudded, proud and miserable all at once. 

You hated this. 

Someone handed Izzy a drink and you took it from him, laughing as you sipped it first, then handed it back like you were sharing everything. 

Izzy raised a brow. “You okay?” 

“Perfect”, you said, looking right past him. Straight at Duff. 

He met your gaze this time. And didn’t look away. 

The girl at his side said something again, but he didn’t answer. 

Duff’s eyes burned with a mix of anger and hurt as he suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the backstage buzz into the cool night air. The neon glow of the bar spilled out onto the sidewalk, a harsh contrast to the softness of his tone. 

“You need to stop this”, he said, his voice low and tight, and you knew he was trying to keep his cool, but you could hear the edge underneath. 

“Stop what, Duff? You think you can just ignore me? Act like nothing happened?”, you snapped, hands balling into fists at your sides. The weight of everything it all came crashing down.  

“I’m just supposed to sit back and watch you act like I don’t matter?” 

His jaw tightened, and you could see him fighting with himself. You hated it, seeing him wrestle with his emotions like this. Like he couldn’t make up his mind whether to care or not. 

“You think this is my fault?”, he asked, the words sharp, like they were stabbing at both of you: “That kiss was a mistake. I don’t know what you thought was going to happen, but it didn’t mean anything.” 

“Don’t tell me you didn’t feel it”, you shot back, your chest tight with anger and pain: “Don’t tell me, you’re not thinking about it. Because I am. I’m still thinking about it!” 

You took a step closer, keeping your eyes locked on his.  

“Look me in the eyes and tell me, it didn’t mean anything!” 

Duff looked away, a pained look crossing his face. He ran his fingers through his hair, clearly frustrated.  

“I can’t do this to Izzy. I won’t do this to him. It’s not fair to him.” 

Your heart twisted. You wanted to shout at him; to make him see how unfair it was to you, too. 

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that sooner,”, you muttered bitterly: “Before you kissed me.” 

“You think I wanted this?”, he pleaded, his voice raw: “I didn’t want any of this! I don’t want to hurt Izzy, or you. You’re my best friends. He deserves to be happy. He deserves a friend who isn’t going for the girl he’s dating. And you deserve to be happy with Izzy. I shouldn’t have gotten involved in this” 

“Maybe I don’t want Izzy!”, you shouted and finally understood that no matter how this conversation ended, you had to end things with Izzy, he truly did deserve better than this. “Izzy and I have been doomed since that kiss!” 

“What do you want from me?” 

“I don’t know!” you shouted with pure desperation in your voice.  

“I never should have kissed you. This was a mistake. We were both drunk.” 

“You’re right about one thing”, you said, your voice bitter and cold: “This was a mistake. And I hate having to lie to him about it.” The words were like acid in your mouth, each one burning as it left. 

“It is killing me to lie to him about it!” 

A long silence followed, thick with the tension you could feel in the air between you. 

“You should tell him then”, you said, your voice hollow now. 

And then, as if the universe was making you pay for every moment of confusion and hurt, Izzy appeared. He was standing there in the doorway, looking between the two of you with a quiet, piercing gaze that felt like a punch in the gut. 

“What should he tell me?”, he asked, his voice soft but loaded with uncertainty. 

You turned to him, the tears you’d been holding back finally spilling over.  

“Duff and I kissed,” you said flatly, the words leaving your mouth without even thinking about them. 

Izzy’s expression flickered. First shock, then a shadow of something else. Confusion. You couldn’t stay. Without another word, you turned and walked away, your chest tight and your stomach twisted into knots. This hadn’t gone the way you had hoped. 

You didn’t look back. 

Not even when you heard Duff calling your name. 

---O--- 

It had been months since you had talked to Duff or Izzy. There wasn’t bad blood between Izzy and you, although you wished you had found a better way to tell him, what had happened. He had picked up a few things from your place the day after the night you had practically shouted at his face, that you had kissed his best friend. 

He truly, had deserved much better. He hadn’t even shouted at you or picked a fight, simply said: “He wished you would’ve told him sooner.” Of course you hadn’t been in a relationship, had only dated for a few weeks but it must’ve stung hearing you had gone behind his back. The entire situation had cost you. It had cost you, your best friend. 

You didn’t know where Duff and Izzy were standing with each other, but it had to be okay, hence GnR was still together and playing gigs, that much you knew. Thank God! There was no way you could have dealt with the guilt of breaking them apart. 

It was bad enough to deal with the loss of the first friend you had ever found in LA. Over the last months your anger had subsided, what had followed was the pain of losing him. You still thought about him and on days like today, you liked to wear his leather jacket, which you had yet to give back to him. This way, it felt like he was still part of your life. 

You hadn’t planned on going out tonight, but your college friend, Cass, had insisted. Something about getting out of your head, letting loose for once.  

The apartment was packed, music pulsing through the walls and lights flickering. You hadn't been out in a long time, but you smiled, nodded along, and followed Cass up the staircase of some guy’s place above a tattoo shop on the Strip. The moment you stepped inside, you felt a strange feeling. 

“I’ll get us something to drink”, Cass told you over the loud music and moved in the direction you suspected the kitchen. 

The apartment was packed with way too many people for its size and the music was good. Maybe, you thought, maybe you could enjoy this. 

Cass returned with two cups of some sweet juice mixed with vodka, which you quickly downed in one big gulp before you made your way into the crowd to dance. Your gaze drifted over the crowd. Some of the people you even knew. Some from parties and bars on the strip, some from college. 

And then you saw him. 

Duff. 

He was standing across the room, beer in hand, talking to someone you didn’t recognize. His hair was messier than usual. You froze. He looked up and saw you. 

His expression didn’t change. Not really. But his entire body stilled, as if someone had hit pause. You thought your heart might drop to the floor. He didn’t move toward you. Neither did you. 

But neither of you looked away. 

The party blurred. People moved between you, laughing, dancing, talking way too loudly, but the two of you remained locked in a silent war of glances. There was no way, you finally had decided to leave your apartment for a night and immediately bumped into him again! What were the chances?! 

You didn’t know what you were doing when you let one of Cass’s friends pull you toward the center of the room. You danced. Maybe to prove something. Maybe to forget something. Duff watched. And then he moved too. Closer to a girl in red heels and heavy eyeliner. He laughed at something she said, and it was like a knife twisting in your chest. Nothing had changed. Months had changed absolutely nothing. 

Fine. Two could play this game. 

You danced harder, closer, body swaying, laughter painted on your lips though it felt hollow. And yet, every time you glanced over, Duff was watching. Always watching. And every time his hand grazed the girl’s arm or she leaned in too close, your pulse flared. 

It wasn’t about the others. It was never about the others. 

You needed another drink. You gave a weak excuse to the guy you had been dancing with and moved towards the kitchen. The apartment wasn’t big, so it wasn’t hard to find. 

Why on earth was he here of all places, and why did your thoughts drift back to your kiss again and again? 

Your hands were trembling as you poured yourself a shot, which you downed before refilling it again. A cigarette, you needed some fresh air and a cigarette. You turned, drink in hand, to head back toward the living room and outside- 

-and walked straight into him in the hallway. For a moment time seemed to stand still.  

He looked exactly the way he had months ago, nothing had change, except maybe a new tattoo on his arm. 

Duff didn’t say a word and neither did you. You felt as if you had left your voice in the kitchen. He just reached out, took the drink from your hand, and set it down on the windowsill beside you. 

“Duff-” 

He cut you off, not with words but with movement. One step forward, one hand sliding behind your neck, and then –suddenly- you were pressed against the wall. His mouth on yours. 

There was no hesitation this time. No restraint. It was heat and months of silence and tension wound into one devastating kiss. His hands gripped your waist. Yours tangled in his shirt. You gasped against him, and he kissed you deeper. 

“I missed you so fucking much, Y/N”, he whispered between sloppy kisses: “I can’t do this anymore.” 

You didn’t know if he meant pretending, avoiding you or denying what this was. 

But you didn’t care. Because neither could you. 

Months of suppressed desire finally burst free and you couldn’t hold yourself back. Now that you had finally given in, you needed him closer and closer. You didn’t care where this would lead, or where it would put the two of you in the long run. You only cared about having him closer. 

“Do you want this?”, he asked you while his lips traveled down your neck and you could do nothing but nod. 

A surprised squeal left your lips, when he grabbed your arm and pulled you along to a room that would turn out to be the bathroom. 

“Fuck, is that my jacket?”, he asked and took a moment to look at you, with your back against the now locked bathroom door. His gaze drifting over your body and stopping at the black bralette you were wearing underneath the jacket, revealing just a little too much. 

“It reminds me of you”, you answer with a smirk before your lips were locked again. 

His tall figure had you pressed against the door and the feeling of his crotch against you through his jeans had your eyes feeling heavy. 

He leaned his head down, so his mouth was able to suck soft marks onto the flesh of your neck and upper chest, unable to wait another minute, while you heard the jingling of his belt and the sipper of his jeans. 

You choked out a whimper when Duff’s hand pushed up your skirt and moved your string to the side and suddenly your full attention was brought back to how the head of his cock was insistently pushing against you.  

He was tall. Looming over you, balancing you with one arm and using his free hand to remind you who to look at.  

“Duff...”, a gasp left your lips when he sunk you down onto his cock, letting gravity do much of the work for him. Every inch felt so fucking good.   

“Fuck”, you gasped, scrambling to hold on to his shoulders and pressing your nails into his flesh, your thighs tightening around him. He was stretching you out, inch by inch. 

He leaned down a bit more to kiss your mouth and swallow your sharp cry – thankfully so, because otherwise everyone out side would’ve heard your cry of pleasure – when he finally bottomed out. You were so full, could barely focus on anything else but how he felt inside of you.  

“I missed you so much”, he whispered. His words almost making you want to cry. 

Duff began to move, rolling his hips and letting out a groan when you tensed up and whined when his body grinded against your clit. His hands gripped your waist and started to speed it up, pulling you up and down his cock like you weighed absolutely nothing. 

When you clenched tightly around him, he mumbled: “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this since the night we kissed.” 

The only warning you could give him before you came, was a bite into his shoulder, muffling your scream. You blacked out for a couple of seconds as he cursed and filled you when you went limp against him. 

Your foreheads were pressed against each other as you tried to catch your breath. Months of tension finally released. Eventually, he grinned and put your feet back on the ground before he swiftly placed another kiss on your forehead. 

“Don’t you dare, let me push you away again”, he pleaded with his lips brushing you soft skin. 

“I didn’t know how long I would be able to control myself,” Duff said.

You took of your robe, revealing your naked body. “Well, you don’t have to wait anymore.”

Duff’s hands had a tight grip on your ass as you kissed him. You rubbed the opening of your pussy against his hard cock. Soft, quiet moans exited his mouth.

No words had to be exchanged. Both of you was there for the same reason. Your bodies worked automatically. Duff rose up, cock in his hand to keep it steady. You settled on your hands and knees. Then, you felt the pressure of Duff’s cock entering your tight hole. You made a loud gasp at the shock it sent your body in. Duff covered your mouth, shielding any sound from escaping.

“Sorry, I have to muffle your pretty moans, but we don’t want the parents to hear,” he reminded, pulling out his cock. “Do I have to cover your mouth or are you gonna keep quiet?”

Duff took his hand from over your mouth, so you could talk. “I’ll keep quiet,” you said.

“Good,” he praised. “If you make another sound, I’ll cover your face back up.”

You nodded in understanding. Duff didn’t reinsert his cock so suddenly like he did the first time. He rubbed it on the skin around your hole, letting your pussy get less surprised. When he guided his cock in, you didn’t gasp. You let it happen quietly. Knowing that you were a moaner, Duff’s movement wasn’t quick. He handled you with ease. His hips moved in a slow, circular motion. You gripped the bedsheets and bit your bottom lip, trying to keep quiet.

Duff gave you ten good minutes before he reached his climax. You could tell by his breathing picking up, but it wasn’t loud that it might alert the others in the house. His hips stopped as he came inside of you. You wasn’t worried about getting pregnant because you was on birth control.

“How was my performance?” Duff asked with a smile, wiping himself clean with a tissue.

“Perfect.” You rated.

It wasn’t an exaggeration. You had sex a few times before in your life. Duff was the best so far. The scene during dinner was the most exciting and memorable.

"One Tequila, one vodka, one red wine, a beer and one whiskey, please" said the ginger one. You wrote quickly on your notepad before looking back to them and giving a small smile "Alright, I'll be right back".

You went to the bar and told the barman the order. Once he gave you all the booze you went back, putting the different glasses and bottles on the table. "My name is Y/N, if you guys need something else just call me". The blonde with fuzzy hair said thank you to you and gave you a bright smile.

After sometime you were still serving tables when you felt as if someone was looking at you, you looked back and realized it was the tall blonde. However he looked away so quickly that you doubted if he was really looking at you, or if it was just your imagination.

"Y/N!" You heard someone shout. It was Jack, the barman. "I'll have a cig, can you stay at the bar for me for a while?" He asked, already leaving the counter. You just nodded and moved to his previous place.

Not even a minute had passed when you noticed someone approaching the bar, you looked up and there it was, the tall blonde guy. "What can I get you, big guy?"

"Five beers, please" He said with a low voice.

You put the beers on the counter and decided to start some small talk while you opened the bottles. "So… Ramones huh?"

He smiled for a second and you thought that he looked beautiful when he smiled. "You like 'em?"

"Hell yeah!" You said opening the last bottle. He looked in your eyes for some seconds before giving one last smile and taking the beers.

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That was almost a year ago. You smiled to yourself remembering that night while the same five guys entered the bar again.

They had become frequent, coming at least once a week. Guns 'n Roses was now known for almost everybody at the Sunset Strip, they were playing gigs everywhere, including at the Rainbow. 

"Hello Y/N!" Said Steven, always smiling. "Hey Stevie, how are you?"

"I'm brilliant" you smiled at him and answered to the hellos of the rest of the group. 

You guys have become close during the past months, now you even considered the boys some of your closest friends. 

They sat at their typical table and you went over to get their orders. "The same as always?" You asked smiling. "Off course, doll" said Axl. 

"How are you Y/N?" Asked Duff. He had a cigarette between his fingers and looked at your eyes so intensely that you thought he could see your soul through them. "I'm just fine Duff" 

You touched slightly his shoulder before going to get their booze. You told Jack the order and looked back to the table while waiting. As per usual, Duff was looking at you.

It has been like this since the first day, whenever you would leave the table you would look back to the guys and Duff would be looking at you.

You served them their drinks and moved on with your job. About an hour later you passed near the guys' table and heard they whispering shouting "Don't be a pussy!" "I'm not being one!" "Then go and talk to her!". 

When they noticed that you were close they stopped and acted as if nothing was happening. You shrugged and went to cover Jack at the bar for a while.

You looked at the boys' table and they were gesticulating and whispering again. Axl seemed annoyed, Slash was gesturing towards the bar, you could read Steven's lips say "Just Go!" And Izzy seemed bored, as per usual.

Suddenly Duff got up and came in your direction. "More beer?" You asked.

"Hmm… yeah." He said while looking to the counter. You grabbed the bottles and started opening them when he spoke again "Y/N?"

"Duff…"

"I was wondering… Would you… Would you like to go out with me on Friday?" He was still avoiding your eyes.

"I would love to, Duff" 

Hearing that he looked up with a bright smile. "Cool".

"How about we meet here at 7pm?" 

"Sounds like a plan to me" 

He smiled at you again before grabbing the beers and leaving.

----

For the rest of that night you couldn't stop smiling. It was Friday now. You had changed shifts with a friend so you could go out with Duff.

You were finishing your makeup. You applied one more layer of mascara and looked at you in the mirror. You wore a simple green dress with your white sneakers and a light makeup. You smiled to yourself and thought "I hope I'm dressed properly".

You grabbed your bag and walked down the few blocks between your apartment and the bar. 

Once you got there, Duff was waiting for you outside, he was smoking a cigarette. You took your time to admire him before he could notice you. 

He was wearing his famous leather pants, along with a t-shirt and his denim jacket. He noticed you and smiled, tossing his cigarette out.

"Hey. You look gorgeous!" He said as you two hugged. "Thank you, you don't look so bad yourself"

"Let's go?" He asked. You nodded and he hold your hand for the next few blocks to a small and cozy restaurant.

You guys found a table, ordered, and spent the next couple of hours talking about your childhood stories and what you wanted to do in the future. Duff told you about when he lived in Seattle and some stories of his family and you told him about how you moved from San Francisco to try to become an Actress. 

You two didn't even realize the time passing by. It was as if time had stopped and just the two of you existed.

You just noticed how late it was because when you came back from the bathroom you noticed that you were the only people remaining there. "I think we should go.." you said "Oh, yeah! Off course."

Duff insisted on walking you to your apartment, and gave you his jacket. You two walked hand in hand, while Duff told you stories of when the band went to Seattle to do a tour. 

"Well.. we're here" You said stopping. You knew it was late, but you didn't really want to say goodbye. 

"So…" he started. "Do you think we could do this again some day?" 

"Off course, Duff" 

He smiled down at you and stepped closer. With his hand he put a lock of your hair behind your ear. 

He looked you in the eyes, and then looked at your lips then back at your eyes. 

He leaned down and his lips touched yours ever so gently that if you didn't know him, you wouldn't think he was in a dangerous rock band.

You two pulled apart after a few seconds and you smiled at him.

"Good night Y/N" he said smiling.

You were daaangerous. All cute, shy, oblivious. Such a sweet, good girl. Always melting everyone's hearts, always taking care of others like it was second nature, your smile enough to kill 100 soldiers.

The only problem?

You somehow managed to attract the attention of 5 beloved degenerate rockstars. Maybe a tad bit too much, and the fact that you were so painfully oblivious only made it worse.

At first, it was innocent. Sweet. Genuine. Nothing lustful, nothing messy; Just 5 guys hanging out with a funny, pretty girl who made life feel sober.

Another problem?

You met them when they were single.

And another problem? They were DOGS. Absolute fucking dogs.

Within 3 months, each one was wrapped around your finger so tightly it was embarrassing. Following you around like they were attached to a leash only you could see, letting you drag them anywhere with one smile and a "please?"

Actually pathetic. Not that any of them would admit it out loud.

But still, each one showed it differently.

Izzy was already irritated.

Too many people, too much noise and too many idiots asking him questions he didn't care for enough.

He sat hunched over the table backstage, scribbling something onto a crumpled piece of paper with a cigarette hanging from his lips.

Then, he heard it.

"Izzy?"

His shoulders tensed immediately. You stood beside him, hands clasped behind your back, blinking sweetly up at him.

"What."

You leaned down slightly, batting your eyelashes in that completely unconscious way that drove him insane. "I know you're busy," you started softly, "but you're the only one who knows how to work the stupid amp thingy, besides Slash," she blinked once "that i can't seem to find."

Amp thingy.

Jesus Christ.

Izzy stared at you for a second too long.

You looked genuinely apologetic for bothering him too, which just made it worse.

He sighed, "go ask someone else, maybe Bob or Ray," he gestured towards the place "i dunno."

"Oh." your face fell instantly "oookay."

And there it was, that stupid tightening in his chest as he saw you pout and frown.

"...For fuck's sake," he muttered, shoving his chair back. "C'mon."

You entire face lit up, grabbing his wrist instinctively while dragging him towards the equipment room "Thank you thank you thank you!"

And he let you, of course he let you.

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"No, your fingers go here."

Slash reached around you again, large hands guiding yours along the neck of the guitar.

Way too close.

Way, waaaay too close.

You sat between his legs on the couch, completely focused on trying to play the chords properly while he sat behind you, patient in a way he wasn't with many people. He was literally known for being a shit teacher.

"Like this?" you asked.

Your head tilted slightly toward him, making your hair brush his jaw.

Slash stopped breathing for a second.

"Yeah," he muttered roughly, clearing his throat lowly.

You tried strumming again, and the sound came out terrible.

You burst into laughter immediately, "Okay, that sounded HORRIBLE. I accept defeat, at this point."

Slash couldn't stop staring at you.

Y'know, most people got nervous around him, or intimidated.

But you never did. You saw through him since the first time you hung out, and since then you always just melt into his space naturally like you belong there.

And it was killing him.

"Oh, yeah?" he muttered, low and amused, "such a shame, just when your hand placement got better." he smirked.

"Oh my god," you gasped dramatically, "That means i'm basically in the band."

Slash huffed a laugh.

Cute.

Then you turned your head suddenly,

Too close.

Your lips barely inches from his.

Slash's entire body locked, the way you were blinking innocently at him already starting to make him hard.

"Wait, can you show me that part again?"

Jesus fucking Christ.

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Duff was only half listening to the conversation around him.

Something about rehearsal times, or soundchecks or whatever.

Didn't matter.

Not when you were currently standing on a wobbling chair beside him trying to reach a shelf that was very obviously too high for you.

"Jesus christ," Duff muttered, already steadying you by placing a hand on your waist. "What are you doing?"

You tsked, slapping his hand away gently. "Go away, i can reach it."

"You literally cannot."

"I'm, like, one inch away."

"You're, like, one second away from breaking your neck."

You huffed dramatically, stretching higher on your toes, and somehow still being too short.

Which was fucking adorable.

Duff placed his other hand on your waist, setting you down despite your little threats, "Can't let you hurt yourself, baby."

Silence.

Complete silence.

He froze for a second, before hurrying to reach for the box of cereal on the shelf.

Fuuuuck.

Across the room, Slash raise a eyebrow, looking up from his guitar.

Steven making the "the fuck?" face.

Izzy outright smirking, and Axl looking ready to bite through drywall.

You, meanwhile, turned around with absolutely no thoughts behind those pretty eyes.

"Hm?"

Duff stared at you.

You didn't even notice the nickname, or the way every guy in the room had gone tense.

You just smiled sweetly and took the box from his hand, "Thanks, Duffy." you said, before leaning up absentmindedly to kiss his cheek and then walked away like it was nothing.

Duff swallowed HARD.

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The studio was quieter than usual.

You sat cross-legged on the floor flipping through one of Axl's notebooks while he lounged on the couch nearby, cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers.

"You write weird stuff, dude." you informed him seriously.

Axl smirked faintly "Yeah?"

"There's literally a page that just says 'hate everyone' ".

"Was havin' a good day."

You snorted, rolling your eyes.

Axl watched you tuck your hair behind your ear while still reading his notebook, like you belonged in his space.

Like you belonged to him.

Daaangerous thought.

"You're staring." you said suddenly without looking up.

"A little."

You finally glanced at him.

That lazy half-lidded look that made your stomach flip a little.

Just a little.

"You're weird."

"You're nosy, doll. Put that down."

Your nose scrunched immediately. "Doll?"

"Fits you."

You tried to hide a smile, tucking your hair behind your ear as you slowly set the notebook down. ‘’Shut up..’’ you mumbled.

Axl just grinned around his cigarette.

God.

You had no idea what you did to him.

No idea that every time you wandered into a room looking for him specifically, something ugly and possessive twisted low in his chest.

Or how badly he wanted to pull you into his lap every time you looked up at him like that.

Instead he just held his hand out lazily.

"C'mere."

And like always, you went.

Of course you did.

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Steven was sprawled across the couch upside down when you walked into the room, the biggest smile known to man taking over his face the moment he saw you step in.

"There she is!"

You laughed immediately. "Why are you upside down?"

"Blood circulation."

"That is NOT a thing."

"Could be, tho.'"

Steven grabbed your wrist dramatically when you walked past him, groaning.

"Sit with mee."

"There’s no room."

"Yes there is."

"There's literally not.”

Steven immediately moved, nearly falling off the couch in the process just to make space for you.

You burst into giggles while sitting down beside him.

Worth it.

Completely worth it.

Steven looked at you for maybe a second too long before blurting:

"You smell really nice."

Dead silence for a second.

But you just smiled sweetly.

"Thank you, Stevie."

Stevie.

He thought he might actually die on the spot.

So yeah, each one would've killed an entire village for you, but in different ways.

…

And also kill eachother.

Which was kinda funny. Kind of such a shame you didn't notice.

Or maybe it was for the best, because currently, the tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife, and you were sitting right in the middle of it completely unaware, happily flipping through a magazine while the boys silently fought for your attention like the starving dogs they are.

"Axl," you suddenly said softly, looking up "can you open this for me?"

Immediate disaster.

Duff rolled his eyes.

Steven groaned dramatically.

Slash leaned back further into the couch with an annoyed little scoff while Izzy looked honestly kinda entertained.

Axl, meanwhile, took the bottle from your hands instantly.

Of course he did.

You smiled sweetly. "Thank you!"

"You always ask him first," Steven complained.

You blinked. "Because he opens things scary fast."

"That is NOT the point," Duff said.

"What is it, then?"

Nobody answered.

Because the point was outright embarrassing.

The point was that all five of them were pathetically obsessed with you.

The point was that Axl had almost started a fight last week because some guy flirted with you too long at the bar.

The point was that Duff couldn't stop pet naming you and treating you like his girl.

That Izzy looked at you like a bad habit he couldn't quit.

That Steven would probably marry you tomorrow if you asked.

That Slash started playing softer whenever you fell asleep nearby, like he physically couldn’t stand the idea of waking you up.

But you just stared at them curiously while sipping your drink.

"...You guys are acting weird again."

Duff laughed tiredly "Yeah, you have no idea."

It was completely fucking pathetic.

And the actual worst part?

As you ran towards them to give each a long hug, "the cure to band grumpiness", you'd call it; every single one of them was thinking the exact same thing.