requests open finally!! IM SO SORRY YALL LMFAO if you requested something i'm working on it very slowly, but its final week rn so i gotta lock in on school!
i write fanfictions and post photos of rockstars i love mostly!! she/her i migrated from ao3 i promise i have experience
PLEASE REQUEST I NEED IDEAS!!
about me if anyone cares lol :
hi, i'm grace, i'm obsessed with 80s and 90s bands! i play the drums and guitar and trumpet i am also very into a lot of anime!! i have a cat named thorfinn and i love to dye my hair, write (duh), um yeah!
also i'm bisexual, get panic attacks and also used to cvt myself so I like to write stuff to do with those because it makes me feel better idk :)
Oh, how I beg. I need a jani lane or sami yaffa smut. Please can I be jealously related, and y/n is sitting on his bandmates lap.
hiiii, sorry for a kinda late reply?? can you just specify bc i couldnt tell is it fem reader or male reader or gn??? if you dont wanna share ur user just do another ask <333
yes OMGG!!!! guys im actually so sorry for literally disappearing lmfao, i have a lottttt on my plate rn personal stuff and school and sports going on but its mostly all chilled out now so i'll start grinding TRUST me! im gonna make it up omg ggg
i won’t get too sappy , but steven has brought so much positivity into my life for the last five years !! he reminds me to smile and look at everything optimistically , and to never let my mistakes keep me from trying to improve . and so , to celebrate , i give you some rare photos !!
"I practice everyday, every day all the time (I have a set at home, I have it in my backyard, thank god. It's not soundproof enough to my neighbours but either which way). It`s great I love playing. I have to play every day."
I'm sorry I dunno if that part I have brackets is exactly what he's said cause I had trouble making sense of it but I think it's what he's said. Also bro was probably high or something.
hiiiiii, i love your posts sm!!! i was reading your bdsm axl alphabet headcanons and somewhere it mentioned axl fingering y/n under the table at a diner! i thought that idea was really good so i was wondering if you haven't already can you make a fic based off that?
ofc i cannnn!! thank you for the request <3
𝓛𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴
𝒶𝓍𝓁 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇
the diner was one of those classic 50s-style joints on the outskirts of LA, all chrome edges and checkered floors, with a flickering "Open 24/7" sign that buzzed faintly in the night
it was pushing midnight, the kind of hour where the only souls around were truckers nursing coffee and insomniacs chasing greasy comfort food. you'd whined to Axl about wanting something simple—no paparazzi, no groupies, just the two of you like a normal couple for once. he grinned that dangerous grin, red hair widl and said "Alright, baby. Normal it is" but the glint in his green eyes told you normal was never in his vocabulary
you slid into the booth first, your short denim skirt riding up your thighs as you settled on the cool vinyl. Axl followed on the opposite side, his legs stretching out under the table, boots brushing yours. he looked fucking edible—tight black leather pants, a half-unbuttoned shirt showing off that pale chest and those lips curved into a smirk that promised trouble
the waitress, a middle-aged woman with tired eyes and a name tag reading "Doris" took your orders without much fanfare. cheeseburger deluxe for him, extra fries to share and a chocolate milkshake for you—two straws, because Axl insisted on "sharing" like it was the most innocent thing in the world
as soon as Doris shuffled away, Axl leaned back, arms spread along the top of the booth, eyeing you like prey "You look good enough that I could eat you for dinner, y'know that?" his voice was low, that raspy drawl that always made your core clench "That little skirt... bet you're not even wearing much underneath"
you shifted, heat flooding your cheeks—and lower "Axl, behave. This is supposed to be normal"
he chuckled darkly, foot nudging your calf under the table "Normal? With you sitting there looking like my personal wet dream? Nah"
his boot trailed higher, up your shin, then your knee, forcing your legs apart just a fraction. you glanced around—the diner was dead quiet except for the low hum of Elvis on the jukebox and the occasional clink of dishes from the kitchen. still, the thrill of being caught made your pulse race
"Axl..." you warned again but it came out breathy, needy
his hand dropped casually to his lap, like he was just adjusting himself. then it disappeared under the tablecloth. fingers grazed your bare knee, warm and calloused from years of gripping that mic stand like it owed him money
"Spread your legs for me, baby" he whispered, eyes locked on yours, intense and commanding "Let me feel how wet you are already"
you swallowed hard, thighs parting on instinct. God, you were helpless when he got like this—dominant, possessive
his fingers inched up your inner thigh, slow and teasing, nails scraping lightly. you bit your lip as he reached the hem of your skirt, pushing it higher until the cool air hit your damp panties. he traced the lace edge with one finger, humming approvingly
"Fuck, you're soaked through" he growled softly "This what a 'normal' date does to you? Makes that pretty pussy drip for me?"
you nodded, gripping the menu like a lifeline as he slipped under the fabric. one thick finger dragged through your folds, parting them, coating himself in your slick. you stifled a gasp, hips twitching forward
"Shh" he warned, that wicked smile widening "Gotta stay quiet. Wouldn't want Doris hearing what a needy little slut you are"
he circled your clit slowly, lazily, building the pressure while watching your face crumple. your breath came in shallow pants as he added a second finger to the tease, dipping just inside your entrance before pulling back
"Please..." you whispered, voice trembling
"Please what?" he leaned forward, pretending to look at the dessert menu but his fingers never stopped "Tell me what you want, baby. Use that filthy mouth"
"Fingers... inside me" you begged quietly, thighs quivering
"Good girl" without warning, he plunged two fingers deep, curling them up to hit that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. you slapped a hand over your mouth, muffling the moan as he started pumping—slow at first, then faster, the wet sounds obscene under the table
Doris chose that exact moment to return with your food, setting down plates with a cheerful "Here ya go, folks. Enjoy!"
you forced a smile, voice cracking as you said "Th-thank you" Axl didn't miss a beat—his fingers thrust deeper, thumb grinding against your clit in tight circles. he even had the audacity to nod politely at Doris
as she walked away, he sped up, free hand reaching across the table to steal a fry like nothing was happening "Eat your shake, baby" he ordered, eyes dark with lust "Act natural while I finger-fuck this tight cunt"
you grabbed the straw with shaky hands, sipping as he added a third finger, stretching you deliciously. the fullness made your walls flutter, pleasure coiling tight in your belly. his palm pressed against your clit with every thrust, slick noises barely masked by the music
"You're clenching so hard" he rasped, voice dropping lower "Love knowing anyone could walk by and see you falling apart. My good little whore, coming on my fingers in public"
the dirty words pushed you closer, your free hand digging into the booth seat. he curled his fingers harder, hitting that spot relentlessly, thumb flicking your clit until you were nearly on the edge
"Come for me" he commanded, leaning in to steal a sip from your shake—tongue darting out suggestively "Soak my hand right here"
you shattered
orgasm ripped through you, body convulsing as you bit down on your straw to silence the cry. waves of ecstasy pulsed around his fingers, your pussy gushing over his palm. he didn't stop, riding it out until you were whimpering, oversensitive and boneless
finally, he withdrew slowly, bringing his drenched fingers up above the table. right there in the open, he sucked them clean—one by one—tongue swirling, eyes burning into yours
"Taste yourself on me later" he said with a smirk, licking his lips "Sweetest fucking thing"
you were still dazed, embarassed with the whole thing, thighs slick, wet and trembling, when he tossed a hundred-dollar bill on the table—way more than needed—and stood "Let's go baby. Before someone sees how drenched this booth is now"
