#gnr

[eroticlamb]

Guns N Roses at Canter's Deli, Los Angeles, June 12, 1985 Photographed by Jack Lue

[katzclawz]

hey daring! could you write a izzy smut where he’s a little drunk and he’s js really rough and dominant? thank you angel <3

Whiskey wets lips.

It was late at night, she was laying in bed, her cold lonely bed, Izzy wasn't home again, he rarely was, she missed him, ached for him... Her eyes close, ready to sleep, but she hears a noise, something falling over downstairs followed by a string of curses, quickly getting up out of bed, she tiptoes downstairs, seeing Izzy.

"Hey baby... what fell?" She speaks softly, looking over at him. He just smiles, walking over to her slowly, anyone could tell he was drunk, not blackout but not tipsy.. his calloused hand fit perfectly around her neck, squeezing slightly.

"God I missed you..." He says as they press against the wall, her body was covered in only his T-shirt as she had clearly been doing something by herself... they hadn't had sex in like two weeks... a girls gotta find some relief... and Izzy knew that's what she was trying to do much to his adversion "tsk tsk tsk... oh baby... what did I tell you... C'mon" he slurs. She knew what happened when you didn't listen to Izzy... she got punished, everytime, she never learned, Izzy leads her to the couch, sitting down, he yanks her softly by her arm, laying her across his lap... the shirt being lifted inch by inch.

Izzy rubs over her ass softly before lifting his hand and- THWACK!

"Ah!" She yelps, in the most pained pleasure... one smack after the other until they get to 20. He rubs over the burning skin, so soft compared to his attitude not even 30 seconds ago... "Have you learned your lesson?" He asks lowly, she nods, desperate to be touched. "Yes, sir." She could feel his bulge under her.

He smiles sadistically, his hand now rubbing the back of her thigh, his thumb softly rubbing her throbbing clit "do you want.. this?" He says as he plunges two fingers in her with no warning, she gasps, moaning softly, her legs shaking. His hand was like a piston, a mix of pain and pleasure

"Fuck! Izzy- auh! Yes- yes- FUCK!" he pulls his fingers out, delivering another harsh slap to her ass, smiling. He moves her so she's ass up on the couch, face in a cushion, he stands up "You want my dick?" She could hear his belt unbuckle, she nods vigorously "I need you-" he yanks her hair a little, shutting her up, she bites her lip and wiggles her hips in anticipation.

Izzy pulls his pants down, he never wore underwear for easy access, he spits in his hand, stroking himself a few times before lining himself up with her soaked pussy... in one swift thrust he was balls deep, a groan coming from his soul following.. she was always so tight.

He keeps a steady but brutal pace, pounding her into the couch "god... you're fuckin perfect" he tangles his hand in her long hair, using it as a handle almost, landing another slap to her ass, she moans, biting the pillow like it's her lifeline.

His balls slap against her clit, bringing her closer and closer to cumming, her nails clawing the couch. Izzy smiles, speeding up a little "cmon, baby... cum for me" Izzy coos so close himself, she moans, nodding that she was there and then...

Izzy felt that tightness, the pulse he needed, her cumming all over his dick... he follows up close behind her, fucking his load into her as he rides it out. He pulls out, looking at the mess he left her in. With a smile and a forehead kiss, Izzy takes her back upstairs, suddenly her bed wasn't so cold...

I hope this was okay! Love yaaa 💕💕 @cvntypvp

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Take Me With You

A/n: I’m not even sorry he’s so cute I need to drink his unborn children in a salty cocktail

Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), mommy kink, whiny Slash (feed gooners), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

All it took was one look and you were hooked, you couldn’t even see his face but he had you.

You liked the music, a friend got you into Guns N’ Roses but you weren’t big on the scene and didn’t know them all too well. Still, the music was good so you took your friend up on their offer when they got tickets to their concert.

Front row, right at the stage. The opening band was cool, Sound Garden, but when Guns came out you were you in awe, specifically with the lead guitarist.

He took every measure to cover his face, dark glasses, a top hat pushed low, his big hair patching up the holes, but his body, those hip rolls and those skilled hands, experienced fingers. A thin layer of sweat coated him and you were ready to climb onto the stage and lick him clean.

Your friend saw the way you were eyeing him and kept making jokes, nudging you when he got close.

When the concert ended you walked out with your friend, at least you almost did. You couldn’t not at least attempt to see Slash again, so you made up some excuse about needing to go to the bathroom and snuck off.

It really wasn’t as hard as it probably should’ve been for you to get backstage but you weren’t complaining, not when Slash was so close, not when you saw him slipping a dressing room just down the hall.

You followed shortly behind, closing and locking the door behind you. You turned back around to find Slash sprawled out on the couch, fly down revealing his thick bush.

He was staring at you blankly, his hat and glasses were set on the table in front of him, giving you the first glimpse of his face, big brown eyes, bushy brows. He gave you a once over and a smile spread over his face; it wasn’t lustful, he didn’t look at you like this was some joke, like he’d ever even give you a chance, he just looked happy to see you.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, his voice was nothing like you expected, it was soft and sweet with a rasp to it from smoking.

“I, uh, I’m not too sure, honestly.” You replied. You didn’t have a plan, you had a concept: get backstage, see Slash. You never thought you’d get backstage nor did you think you’d see Slash.

Slash chuckled and gestured you closer. “What do you want to do?” He asked, that smile still on his face.

Your eyes trailed over body again, plush thighs stretching out his leather pants and expensive ostrich skin cowboy boots. “Whatever you want me to do.” Slash’s brows raised at that, of all things he hadn’t expected that, at least not worded in such a way.

He gestured you closer, tapping the floor with his boot to signal for you to sit down. You did just as he asked, kneeling between his legs. “You ever done this before?”

You’re face scrunched. “I’m not a groupie.” You said, grudgingly pulling your eyes from his happy trail.

Slash snorted and shook his head. “No, I mean, like, ever.” He said, cocking his head to the side as he took in your innocent front, doe eyes looking up at him, a nervousness to the way your lips moved and your eyes flickered.

You slowly shook your head, hoping he wouldn’t send you away. Instead he just adjusted his position and pulled his half hard dick out of his pants, stroking himself a few times.

He held his tip to your lips, smearing pre on them as a silent request for entry. You opened your mouth for him and he brought a hand to the back of your head, pushing you down on him.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned, head falling back. “Thank you for coming back here, fuck.” He mused, guiding you to help you bob your head on him. “Squeeze your thumb, it’ll stop your gag reflex.” He said, demonstrating it himself.

He did enjoy hearing you gag on his length, choking on his girth, but this was your first time. He was content with just seeing the struggle, your throat bulging with him, eyes watering and drool beading out the corners of your mouth, trickling down your chin.

You took his suggestion and it did help, not completely but it was definitely better than before. Honestly, you didn’t mind the discomfort so long as you got to watch his expressions, his eyes closing in ecstasy, when he opened them you got to see the need in them as soft whimpers and whines left him.

He had you going slow, dragging this out. “Fuck, I don’t- I don’t even know your- fuck, mommy.” He moaned, eyes crossing as thick spurts of cum shot down your throat, he could barely keep his thighs from locking around your head.

He let go of your head, letting you pull away from him with a few good coughs. You wiped you mouth and stood up, taking a seat beside him on the couch.

Slash threw an arm over your shoulder and pulled you to his side, kissing your cheek. “You sure you don’t want to make your way through the rest of the band?” He teased.

You shook your head. “They don’t all look so pretty when they cum, do they?” He scoffed and pulled his arm back, fixing his pants and standing up.

“Alright, get out, I gotta go.” You chewed your cheek, looking him over, eyes landing on his clothed ass. He turned back to see where you were staring and laughed. “Jesus, what do you want?”

You thought for a moment, slowly bringing your eyes back to his. “I get to choose?” Slash stared at you, you wondered if he heard you at first but then he nodded. “Take me with you.” That sweet, warm smile found its way back to his face.

[rocketqueen1989x]

IM CRYING

[deluxdollie]

Before bed rant:

I was looking at Izzy’s instagram this afternoon because I was trying to see if there was any news on why he deleted his music on Spotify and oh my god, bro, people were being so fucking rude.

I understand being upset that the music gone but there’s no reason to harass Izzy him, he isn’t a 20 year old guy anymore, he’s a 63 year old man who hasn’t been in the public eye since around 2012, Izzy is legitimately in the retirement age range, he doesn’t and hasn’t wanted to be in the public eye in over a decade and he’s also a grown man, please stop spamming him in his Instagram comments.

Spamming Izzy online is also pretty useless since he isn’t active on anything really, he hasn’t updated his instagram in six ish years now and he hasn’t made a new album in multiple years, Izzy isn’t active online really so there’s no point in trying to spam him with shit, It will probably make things worse.

Yes, I am also devastated that sweet caress and other songs/albums are gone off Spotify, but you also have to remember that Izzy is a grown man and that choice for a reason, and even though you may not like it, harassing someone who is almost/is a senior citizen isn’t gonna fix anything, please just leave him alone or please just be polite to him.

[stvnszlr]

if you don’t think older steven is hot idk what to tell you actually you’re just wrong . sorry

[rock-n-roll-queen]

Interviewer: izzy how excited are you?

Izzy: uh…i‘m into it. 🕶️

[dessinoir]

[dicktickler69]

confirmed by historians

[gnrlover123]

The "help me please" breaks my heart. The man asked for help so many times. He honestly deserves being so happy now...

[grlcarcass]

[dizzystradlin]

[madamsixx]

🤤🤤🤤

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

The happy trail

The bulge 🤤

[rocketqueen1989x]

🎀Me and Axl 🎀