ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴍᴀɴꜱɪᴏɴ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ꜰɪᴄ☆

A/N; heavy smut included

Life couldn't have been treating you any better, there wasn't a single thing you could wish for. In your eyes, you had it all. You were well looked after; you had the freedom to do anything you wanted whenever you wanted without fear of finances or free time.

If somebody would've told you five years ago that this was how your life was going to play out, you would've scoffed in their face and told them to be realistic. Now, you couldn't imagine a life any different.

You first met the Guns N' Roses boys at one of their earlier shows at The Roxy, they were the ultimate dream. The hair, the clothes, the vibe...you loved it all. As did many other girls who threw themselves at them all night, but you refrained from that. You went backstage with a few friends, but you were the only one who wasn't trying to get into their pants...not literally, anyway.

You'd spent most of the night side eyeing them all, one by one, and little did you know that they spent most of the night focusing on you too. They'd collectively discussed you, they thought you were one of the most beautiful women they'd seen and the fact you were backstage yet not trying it on with them thoroughly intrigued them...they weren't used to that.

You ended up going to more gigs, you ended up being a vital key in their support system. Anywhere from handing out flyers to standing out in the rain trying to sell their merch, you were there to do it all, and they were forever grateful.

In an attempt to repay you, as well as finally break your little 'I'm not going to be a groupie' phase, they invited you to move in with them. They'd upgraded from their original hell house, but they still kept the name, it suited them. They all had their own rooms...but, you'd never seen a spare bedroom there. So naturally, it had made you very curious when they'd first proposed the idea.

Truth be told, the money they'd started paying you for all of your help wasn't quite enough to keep you going. It was enough to live on comfortably, but the rent gets expensive in LA so you had struggled with that from time to time. You inevitably agreed, the question of 'so where do I sleep?' the first one you pushed forward, surprised when they all glanced at each other with a smirk.

It almost felt like yesterday, yet it also felt like it was so long ago. Turns out, you never got your own room per say. Instead, you took on what people might call a 'shared role'. You spent each night in a different boy's room, your support being used in a much more enjoyable way for everybody involved.

Your friends always told you it was like the playboy mansion, taking turns spending the night with each person, you didn't care for their judgment. You loved it.

Tonight you were with Duff, and it was already starting to get pretty late so you stepped out of the shower and wrapped a big fluffy towel around your body. Each of them had different qualities, so every night was something different. Duff was very much a romantic, he did nothing in half measures and always enjoyed the intimacy he could get with you that he wouldn't dare with a groupie.

You strolled into his room, flashing him a bright smile when you noticed him already tucked up in bed. It was 12am, he was usually up far later but the excitement of spending his night with you always had him retreating earlier than usual. You noted the clothing sprawled out on the floor, he'd already discarded everything he had on, you raised an eyebrow suggestively and let your towel drop to the floor as you approached your side of the bed.

Duff whistled in response, making you giggle as you climbed in and let him wrap you up in the blankets with him. He pressed a light kiss to your temple and ran his hand through your hair, stroking at it for a few moments.