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thesmokingguns · 26 days
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25 Hours a Day w/ Izzy Stradlin
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Minors DNI 18+
“Want to go somewhere quieter?” His eyes were dark in the dim lighting of the bar. All onyx gleam against mine as he waited for my reply.
The world got quiet for a second as heat flooded my cheeks as I nodded your head, watching him stare for a second too long before closing out the tab, slipping his hand on my lower back as you stood up ready to go.
Izzy smelled like the woods after the rain, the wet pine and forgotten secrets mixed with the harder edge of city life, whiskey and tobacco, making him so distinct. You were wrapped in the scent of him as he guided you through the crowd towards where he had parked the 60’s Chevelle in a glossy black that must have cost a fortune.
Not that izzy seemed to bat an eye about money, it was just another thing he had.
A chill racked your spine, his thumb pressing into the bones, running it up and down as he opened the passenger door for you, leaning in as you bent to get in.
“Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up soon.”
He was shutting the door for you, moving to the drivers side before you could gasp or call him out for what he had just said to you. His words leaving you with your mouth gasping like a fish out of water.
This was only my first date with him, despite this strange feeling that I knew him from somewhere. A memory just scratching at the surface but I hadn’t been able to bring it to the top yet.
I was aware he was driving me to his place, unsure if I should say something to him about it but feeling the nervous energy pulsing through your body, tingling you between your legs as my clit swelled with need and the damp desire flooded the silk panties I had slid on earlier today.
That same sense of will he see them now making my heartbeat wildly?
Izzy reached over, his veiny hand laying on my knee, a collection of cool silver rings chilling my skin as he turned his palm, walking his fingers up the flesh of my thigh as a shattered gasp of shocked want filled the air. A terror filled me as I realized that pant of want had escaped my lips. It was my needy sounds in the car.
“It’s okay, violet.” My eyes went from where he was resting his hand high on your thighs. HIs fingers lazily stroking with a surety that you weren’t sure existed in a bone of your body.
Violet? That wasn’t my name.
“On your lower back you have a birthmark, all violet in color and looking as soft as the petals of a flower.” He explained the nickname when he saw your confusion, my blush rising as I wondered how he knew about the spot that would only be clear in your swimsuits.
Sure I had spent time at the pool but that had been during the summer, weeks ago now that autumn had fully settled its dry bones over Indiana. Plus Izzy had been in LA, only visiting home recently to visit his family.
How could he have seen it?
But that information he didn’t volunteer to me with words. Instead he looked at me at the redlight, unafraid to make me wiggle uncomfortable in his gaze. He knew his effect on people and still didn’t care. He watched me in a way that was familiar, like his eyes had been on me for months and now you just realized all those times your hair had stood on end, looking around to see who caused me the feeling, was in front of me.
He smirked as he watched me swallow, his left hand moving to cup my jaw, thumb pressing where I had swallowed and trailing it down.
“Do you know how gorgeous you are?” The whisper was raspy with need and your eyes widened at the way he was affected by you.
As quick as he was on me he was off, pressing the gas as he squeezed my thigh, roaring down the street and getting closer to his house.
Everyone in our hometown knew where Izzy Stradlin lived. It was an old colonial style with so much land that you couldn’t even see it from the road. The wrought iron gates had been snuck over by local kids trying to get a glimpse of their celebrity. It had gotten to a point that Izzy hired a guard, who was currently opening the gates for the two of you to drive in.
Izzy nodded at the man as he drove down the drive, turning around the circular drive as he parked the car in front of the house, giving my thigh one more squeeze before jumping out and striding confidently to my side and pulling open the door for me.
“Before you come in, little violet, I’m going to give you a chance to back out of this.” I looked at him, shivering as leaves made sounds of bones tumbling in the wind. Autumn was craving to be winter. “I’ll drive you back to your house. Or you can come in and spend the night with me. I’m warning you. Think about this because I’m not sure I’m going to be able to let you go after one night. You might have found yourself well and truly fucked, little violet.”
Blinking I felt my heart speed up. Izzy was 29, eight years older than me. We hadn’t known each other in school and didn’t have mutual friends. Us meeting had been strange. He had walked into my job at the law firm, where I did clerical work with some guy my mom had dated at one point, and asked if I would have dinner with him. When I had blinked, confused he had gone on giving me a time and asking me my address, which I gave to him without thinking.
Sure enough at 6:55 my mother was yelling at me that he was here, her energy as excited as mine. My mother had me when she was 16 which made us close in a way that all our friends had always been jealous of.
When I walked down the stairs, wearing the slinky back top that tied in the back and tiny little denim skirt  with strappy heels I had stolen from her closet she had told me to call her if I wasn’t coming home, making me burn like the sun as I threw open the door as Izzy walked up to meet me.
His eyes had widened as he stole a final drag of his cigarette, the cherry at the end burning as bright as his eyes as he looked at me as if I was the first girl he had ever seen. But he recovered quickly, holding out his hand as he helped me into his car and whisking me off to dinner and drinks.
And now I was in front of his house having to make a choice if I wanted to sleep with him tonight; I knew that was what was going to happen if I went inside with him.
“Can I use your phone?” he blinked, confused before smirking, recovering as he nodded his head, helping me inside his house.
I slid off the wool jacket I was wearing, letting Izzy take it as he motioned to where the phone was in the hall and mentioning he was going to go get us drinks.
Calling home my mother reminded me to have fun, knowing that she had taught me my whole life how to be safe. It was the fun part that she thought I didn't have enough of.
Slipping from my heels I groaned a soft sense of freedom as I returned to my height. Bare feet on cool wood floors quietly moved around until I was in the soft glow of a fire, watching Izzy carefully stroke it as warmth filled the room.
As a log cracked his eyes lifted from the flames to me, pausing as if he just remembered I was there with him and he wasn’t alone. The look was enough to make me dizzy with need as I moved into the living room further as he set down the poker, stepping to meet me.
His arms fit around my body in a way that felt like we had done this a thousand times before and not just tonight.
“You’re staying?” I nodded, my tongue suddenly heavy as I watched the way his lips lifted in the barest of smirks, “I’m going to kiss you now, little violet.” His fingers pushed back my hair as he got closer, not breaking eye contact with me, “And when I kiss you, everything is going to change.”
Before I could ask when he meant he was pushing a palm into my lower back to bring us flush together, his left hand tilting my chin up and cupping my cheek as he pressed his lips against mine in a possessive dominance that made my toes curl.
My hands slid up, over the black button down he had worn to clasp behind his neck, pushing myself up as I opened my lips, deepening the kiss that we were sharing. Heart thundering as Izzy’s tongue dragged along mine, our tastes becoming something new. Something that was distinctively ours.
It was delicious.
All at once it wasn’t enough, I needed more of him.
“We have a lifetime, little violet.” he warned as I pushed my hips against his , feeling the hardness he had for me.
“I want to start my lifetime now.” Izzy’s eyes flashed in desire before he was swooping me up, letting me wrap my arms around his waist as he spun us towards the couch in front of the fire, laying me down on the leather.
His body over me as he pushed against me, making me groan in need as I pushed up against him as he kissed me, claiming me and needing me. Our hips grinding against each other. Just his pants and my panties as a barrier.
But Izzy made quick work of all that, leaving us breathless and naked between kisses as his cock jutted, hard and leaking dots of precum that had me hungry for his cock. I wanted to taste him instead of letting it go to waste.
“I don’t want a barrier between us.” I should have told him that he needed to wear a condom but I didn’t want a barrier either. I wanted all of him. I wanted to see the way my body coated him with my wetness, to see how he looked covered in me.
“I’m on the pill.” He nodded, pushing the head into me as I felt the way my lips parted, hands searching for something to gasp as I looked down.
Both of us were staring, watching the place between my legs where our two bodies were joining together. Inch by inch he claimed me, pulling out to watch the way I made his cock glisten with my cum before burying himself back inside of me. Both of us are entranced by the beauty of our two bodies together.
“Fuck.” Hearing him moan for me made me look up from where our desire was fueled and to his face. The way he watched my body, how he looked like I was his euphoria. It made my stomach knot with need.
Reaching out, I stroked his cheek, his eyes flashing up as he looked at me, Izzy was lost in me. His eyes not holding that calm collectiveness that he had displayed. He was losing himself and it was because of me.
Tugging his hair I pulled his lips to mine, sitting up as I slid him deeper inside of me,rolling his hips so that he could get deeper inside of me. Filling me in a way that had me so full I wasn’t sure I would be able to walk after this.
He wasn’t even going that fast or hard, taking it easy as if each second he was inside of me was a time that needed to be savored and appreciated. He was engrossed with me, so wrapped up as we panted, letting out sounds that I hadn’t know were possible against each others lips as we moved together to music that our bodies were performing.
“You’re perfect, little violet.” His thumb stroked the birthmark I had always been embarrassed about, turning my feelings into something beautiful. Making something I hadn’t been happy about into something beautiful for me.
I was so close, Izzy seemed to sense my buildup. He pulled from our kiss, eyes on my face like he didn’t want to miss a moment of pleasure between us.
“Let go for me. Let me see the way you look when you come on my cock for me. Let me see you, little violet.”  His words rattled me as I wanted to do it, wanted to have him watch me as I shattered apart for him.
My orgasm burst between us, his eyes widening in primal need as his hands gripped my hips, thrusting deeper, harder as he fucked me through my orgasm, letting me collapse against his couch as he covered me, chasing his own moment
“Izzy, fuck!” I cried out for him as my toes curled, a second orgasm shattering me and blinding my vision with tears.
“Yes, say my name again.”
“IZZY!” I cried out for him as I felt him, the warm thick feeling of being filled with ropes of cum as his cock rutted it deep inside of me, filling me with him before he laid against me, supporting most of his weight on his forearms as he tried to remember how to breathe.
The world was quiet chaos of crackling logs and breaths that shook our chests.
“I’ve been waiting months for you.” his lips kissed my collarbone as I tried to make sense of what he was saying to me, “Months of watching you just trying to be ready for you. I knew you were a hurricane. I just had to get ready for the storm.” His lips slid down as he kissed my stomach, my head heavy as I tried to make sense of what he was saying. “Lets get you showered. I need to take you again, little violet. I want to make love to you twenty five hours a day.” My heart finally threw its opinion out there. Taking over for my brain who wanted to live and my vagina who wanted him.
My heart knew we were well and truly fucked.
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rockthingsbymeg · 2 years
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Cupcake
Pairing: Slash | Saul Hudson x Fem!Reader
Summary: Small, domestic moment with Slash
Info/TW:  Based on Slash's birthday post for Meegan where he calls her cupcake; Fluff and brief smut [fingering and handjob]; 1728 words
AN: I have requests to get to, and longer stories I still want to work on, but I couldn't help myself from writing this silly one-shot. Opportunity was too good to pass up. Hope you guys enjoy it!
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Y/N fiddled with her home keys outside the door to her dingy apartment, the weight of the day pulling down her eyelids and slowing down even the most common tasks. Her shoulders were stiff and she reeked of booze and sweat from the bar she worked at all day, and all she wanted was to get inside, take a shower and let the water wash away her soreness.
Truth to be told, what she really wanted was her boyfriend to cuddle with her on a couch with a movie in the background, but she knew it was very unlikely he was home. He tended to be out with his band, partying, and whenever she could she would join, but tonight was definitely not one of those times.
As the door finally unlocked and allowed her in, Y/N sighed in relief as she stepped inside, muffling out the slightest bit of the busy L.A. traffic.
When she closed the door behind herself, however, Y/N stopped in her tracks, the sight of an unopened pizza box on her counter waiting for her, and the sound of her speakers, although as low as it possibly could, playing an old Aerosmith record.
A smile instantly overtook her tired face as she quickly hung her coat in the small rack, took off her sneakers, and made her way to her bedroom, gently pushing the ajar door fully open and stepping in.
"I thought you'd be out with the guys." She said with a wide smile clear in her voice, kneeling on the bed and crawling all the way up to her boyfriend's lap, who had a magazine serving as a base for a paper he was drawing on.
Slash was quick to drop the sketch aside to warmly welcome his girlfriend, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a quick kiss at the base of her neck, before switching to a longer, passionate one on her lips.
He pulled away after a bit, smiling back at her as he stroked her lower back with open palms. "Didn't feel like going out. I wanted to be with you."
Y/N's heart swelled and melted all at once inside her chest at his words and soft tone, reaching her hands to the base of his scalp and carding them through his hair, letting her nails scrape him gently as she leaned in for another kiss.
"Come shower with me? I wanna get the smell of sweat and booze off of me." She offered, leaning back as she broke the kiss and stared into Slash's dark eyes.
Slash nodded rather than answering with words, and wrapped his arms tight around her waist, sliding to the edge of the bed and lifting her up with him. Y/N was quick to help and wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers still gently scraping and rubbing his scalp.
Slash was quick and careful to get her to the small bathroom they shared, setting her down on the sink counter and turning away to get the water warming up.
Y/N managed to take off her shirt before Slash's arms were around her again and he was kissing her, hands now further up on her back, doing a quick work of her bra and dropping it to the floor.
He pulled her to the edge of the sink, keeping their bodies as close as he could, loving the way her skin felt against his just as much as she did. Slash let his mouth leave hers and travel down her neck, settling for the sensitive spot at the crook of her neck, kissing and gently sucking on it.
Y/N allowed herself to relax and lean her head back, although her hands stayed busy as they undid the laces on Slash's leather pants, pulling them down as the knots loosened, and letting her hands stroke the unusually soft skin of his hips.
As steam began clouding the bathroom around them, Y/N slid herself off the counter, feeling Slash's hands immediately take the lead and undo her jeans. He kneeled down as he pulled them off, kissing his way down her body, dark eyes glistening from under his wild curls.
Her underwear followed suit, and despite what Y/N originally thought, Slash didn't hold her back any longer, guiding her under the shower's hot stream of water, following closely after his own pants were off.
He pulled the curtain behind himself as Y/N reached for the shampoo, dropping some on her hands and taking them to her head.
She felt Slash lean over her and reach for the soap bar, lathering up his hands before he began rubbing them across her body, gently massaging her muscles and helping her relax more quickly.
She didn't pay it much mind at first, as it was not the first time they did this, but when she felt Slash's hand come to a stop on the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs, she couldn't help the smirk on her lips, feeling his hot breath mingling with hers in what she knew was a smirk as well.
"You really were keeping things too innocent." Y/N teased, not resisting the urge to gently rub her hips back and forth, making his finger drag through her folds.
Slash placed his free hand on her hip, rubbing his thumb in circles. "I don't know what you're talking about." He teased back, dropping a kiss to her lips and playfully nibbling her lower lip.
"Sure you don't." Y/N said as she let the water meet her hair again, washing away the shampoo as Slash's hand continued working.
She opened her eyes as the water ran down her hair, looking into Slash's. He eyed her hungrily, yet lovingly, and she could never get enough of that look, one he gave her so often when they were together.
His fingers were relentless but didn't lose the softness which they had touched her with so far. He was rubbing long, slow circles on her clit, feeling her arousal slowly mixing with the water running down their bodies.
Y/N eventually let her eyes slip closed again, letting her head tilt back and losing herself in the rough, calloused fingers pleasuring her. She brought her arms up and around his neck, bringing their bodies closer and giving herself more stability, leaning her weight on Slash's body and feeling his pace pick up.
His name slipped past her lips, drawn out and heavy with pleasure as it reached his ears, and Slash used the moment her body went compliant under his touch to push her up against the shower wall, capturing her mouth to swallow the gasp from the cold wall meeting her back.
She offered no resistance as he touched and moved her as he pleased, simply letting herself savor his touch. Her own hand came into play as well, moving down to wrap around his hardened dick and slowly stroking it up and down, her grip just tight enough the way he liked it.
As Slash pulled away from the kiss and was about to pull her back on his arms so he could keep her pressed against the shower wall, a loud grumble resonated in the bathroom, straight from her belly.
Y/N's head tilted down to stare at her own stomach in surprise and betrayal, while Slash couldn't stop himself from chuckling. "How about we carry this out after dinner? Got you your favorite pizza and it might still be a bit warm."
Despite how amazing Slash's hands on her were feeling, Y/N couldn't deny how good pizza sounded. Especially not with her stomach growling like that.
"I think that may be a good call." She chuckled as well, giving him one last kiss.
Y/N moved back under the water stream and made sure all soap was out of her body, while Slash quickly washed as well and did the same.
Y/N grabbed herself a towel and wrapped it around her body, stepping out of the shower and doing quick work of drying off. She wrapped another towel around her hair, a smaller one, and sat on the counter as Slash turned off the water and dried himself off as well.
Once he was finished, Y/N put her hand on his and led him to the kitchen, where they took the pizza box before moving to the living room.
Slash turned on MTV as they prepared to eat, Y/N already grabbing a slice and laying back, while he did the same and laid with his back to her, head resting on her chest, so he could easily peer up at her.
Y/N groaned at the first bite, her stomach once again rumbling. "This shit's so good..."
Slash chuckled at her visible delight and began eating his own slice, his left hand resting on her thigh, sliding through the skin that the towel failed to hide.
Y/N's free hand rested on his wild curls, nails scratching the top of his head softly as they relaxed together.
They ate the rest of the pizza in silence, entertained by the cuddles and whatever MTV was playing.
As Y/N finished the last slice, she gently prompted Slash to turn to her, offering him a soft peck on the lips. "Thanks for this, baby."
Slash smiled warmly down at her, his hands still caressing her legs gently. "You're welcome, cupcake."
The nickname took Y/N by surprise, and she couldn't help the chuckle that slipped off her lips. "Cupcake?"
Slash's face took less than a second to start turning red, his eyes turning away from hers and one of his hands moving to the hem of her towel, fidgeting with a loose string. "Well- it's just-"
Y/N gently shushed him off with a kiss, not wanting him to feel bad for the nickname. "I like it, baby, don't worry." She assured him with a soft stroke to the cheek. "Just took me by surprise, it's all."
Slash leaned up to hide his face on the crook of her neck, his cheeks still warm with embarrassment, but calmer and no longer doubting his words. "I'm glad..." Was all he said before his lips met her skin, tender but once again hungry, inhaling the smell of her freshly showered skin.
Y/N leaned her head back, relaxing in her safe heaven, thanking her lucky stars once more for putting Slash in her life.
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tuffduff · 2 years
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Fake It ‘Til You Make It (Izzy Stradlin x fem!Reader
Pairing: fluffy Izzy x fem Reader
Words: 3,554
Request: yes! But I think the blog deactivated 😭 basically just some flirty Izzy ❤️ the idea is imagine: being in the Sweet Child O’ Mine music video
Taglist: @ubernoxa @the--blackdahlia @heavymetalgirl420 @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @rumoured-whispers @born-to-lose @lost-in-the-80s @teasid @petals-and-bullets @ginny-rose-sixx @julessworldd
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Your eyes scanned the area for an exit, even though you knew it would do you no good. For the millionth time, you wondered what your friend had gotten you into.
“It’s an open casting call for a music video! If you get picked, great! If you don’t, oh well! Nothing changes!”
That logic had sounded, well, logical at the time. You figured you had nothing to lose and you probably wouldn’t be picked anyways.
Except you were.
Now, you were in some big open room in a warehouse staring at the bustling busy figures moving quickly about and just trying to stay out of the way. There was bulky equipment everywhere—cameras, lights, and machines with unknown purposes. In the center of the open space were various instruments waiting to be used and a microphone stand, along with a rug to accentuate everything. On a clapper board set to the side, you read Guns N’ Roses. No way.
“Hi, are you the extra?” Someone asked behind you, making you jump instantly as though you had been caught. The extra. You found it odd that they only needed one extra for a whole music video. It was almost as if this person, some sort of assistant, read your mind. “You are? Great; hi. So, we’re filming a rock band today and they have their girlfriends featured in it. One of the guys doesn’t have a partner, but we still wanted to get a few shots of him interacting with someone, so.”
“So that’s me?” You asked in surprise. This was much different than the wallflower background role you had been imagining. You figured you would only be seen for a few seconds, and your friends would miss your cameo when you showed them because of how slight it was. Being a rockstar’s love interest, his girlfriend, was the last thing you had in mind.
“Yep! But don’t worry, he doesn’t seem to talk as much as the rest of them so it should be fine. We’re gonna get started soon! This outfit is great, but we’ll probably have hair and makeup look you over just to make sure things show up well on camera. Thanks again!”
With that, the assistant hurried off to some other task demanding his attention and you were left with a large influx of information. This time last week you never would’ve thought in just a week's time you would be preparing to be in a music video. It was almost exciting, you were really out here taking a jump. You would’ve felt prouder if not for the nerves in your stomach.
Soon, you saw a small group of women appear, beautiful and exactly what you pictured for rocker girlfriends. And then, a small group of guys. You guessed this to be Guns N’ Roses from all the leather and long hair. They were still fairly new to the scene, and you had only seen an actual photo of them once in passing.
One by one, each guy approached one of the awaiting girls, giving loving kisses and wrapping their arms around them. Except for one who broke away from the pack like a lone wolf.
He had jet black hair and hid behind sunglasses. His entire outfit, in fact, was black except for the white shoes he wore. Beyond that, he was adorned in various necklaces.
The entire band looked cool and menacing, intimidating and larger than life, but this guy in particular seemed the most mysterious. You found yourself wondering what he was hiding behind those sunglasses.
“Hey, extra! What’s your name?” A yell from the director made you jump and the entire volume of the room lowered as everyone looked in your direction curiously.
“Uh, Y/N.” You replied, wishing everyone would stop staring. The redhead in leather pants snickered.
“Hey, Izzy! It’s your girlfriend!” He called towards the loner who merely acted like he hadn’t heard a thing. Izzy. The band and their girlfriends continued to gawk at you and you wanted to disappear on the spot.
“Alright, I want to get shots of all of you for B-roll, so all the couples go to different corners of the room and just mingle together. Pretend we’re not even here.” The director yelled. You panicked, watching as every couple picked different nooks of the wide room. Izzy, however, was leaving the space entirely. Panicking more and not sure of your place, you hurried after where he disappeared to.
He was almost hard to spot at the end of the corridor and you had to run a bit to catch up to him. Around the corner he had vanished behind was a large staircase, and there he sat on one of the steps, staring right at you.
“Oh, uh…hi.” You greeted him breathlessly. “I…didn’t know if I should follow you, so…”
“S’ok.” He replied shortly.
“I’m Y/N.” You replied, feeling the need to say something else.
“I heard.” He replied, searching his pockets for something that seemed more interesting than talking to you. “And you probably heard Axl shout my name across the room. He’s loud.” You nodded awkwardly, watching as he retrieved a pack of cigarettes.
“Izzy.” You confirmed. “Is that short for something?”
“Could be.” Izzy merely replied. You raised an eyebrow, but you weren’t quite sure how to counter his dry aloofness. Instead, he continued after a moment. “So, are ya a model or something? Actress hoping to strike it big in Hollywood?” His assumption, and attitude, was a bit off putting to you. No matter how intimidating he was or how famous he may have been, you didn’t exactly appreciate someone looking down on you.
“Are you another musician hoping to actually make it?” You asked as you crossed your arms. Izzy stopped trying to light his cigarette and looked up at you. Your stomach dropped a little and you wondered if he was about to have you thrown out before he just chuckled.
“Guess so.” He replied. Now, he extended the cigarette box towards you, as an olive branch it seemed. You gave a shake of your head, but approached a step a few beneath his to sit.
“No. I’m not an actress or a model.” You told him.
“Could’ve fooled me.” He replied.
“Why?” You challenged, almost growing annoyed again. “Because I’m here?”
“You’re beautiful.” He replied matter of factly. You felt your cheeks warming and suddenly you didn’t know what to say.
“Ha, uh…well..thank you.” You stuttered out, looking at your lap rather than him. “But uh…no, see…my friend told me about the casting call. I-I didn’t really think, I just kinda showed up. I definitely didn’t think I would get the one part.”
“I like that,” he chuckled. “I think I’m kinda the same. I just decided to jump on a bus one day, and now I’m here.” And just like that, the tiniest peek into his world immediately disappeared as he cleared his throat. “Anyway, I’m sorry. I just…” he sighed a little, as if he were debating continuing speaking. “I wasn’t really into this idea. Faking a girlfriend just for a video. It was kinda insulting, frankly. I asked them if I could just have my dog.” You laughed now, and he laughed a little too, as if you laughing made it okay.
“I get it. I don’t blame you, I would probably feel the same way.” Izzy raised an eyebrow as he appraised you, blowing a flume of smoke.
“Yeah, except I’m sure a girl like you is spoken for.” You swallowed.
A girl like you. Your head drifted in a daze. A girl like you. Your head was fuzzy. He meant beautiful, you knew from the way his words almost elevated you to a high standing. You bit your lip as you shook your head.
“No. I’m single.” The surprise that colored his face was another indirect compliment.
“There you are!” You both jumped at the sight of the director and a man struggling behind him with a large camera on his shoulder. “We’ve been looking for you; this is a great spot. Alright, we’re gonna start rolling, so just pretend we’re not here.”
Your heart started pounding and you glanced at Izzy almost apologetically.
“Now?” You asked breathlessly. “Um, but…sorry I’ve never done this before? What am I…” the director was starting to look impatient.
“Just keep talking to me.” Izzy was the one to speak. Maybe it was your imagination, but compared now to everyone else, his voice sounded kinder.
“Oh. Right, I guess you’ve done this before.” You realized, feeling your cheeks warm as you tried to ignore the film crew behind you. Izzy shrugged a little, a small smile forming on his lips. He looked down despite the fact that his sunglasses were still hiding his eyes.
“Sorta. We filmed one. MTV wouldn’t even play it at first.”
“Too wild?”
“I guess so.” His smile widened on one side suggestively. “It is a little crazy though, how everything led to this. We never expected it.”
You wanted to ask him more. Why? Guns N’ Roses were one of those up-and-coming bands that were clearly going to make it; they had headlined all the LA music clubs. If your friends knew you were filming for them, they would be losing their minds. They were on their way to stardom and it was obvious why; they were talented. What made him think otherwise? What made him want to pursue music anyways? You knew for a fact he was single, but…no. That didn’t mean you had a chance. At that moment, the director cut in before you could continue to think any further.
“Okay, more intimacy. Y/N, why don’t you sit on the step below Izzy, sorta nestled in between his legs. You can lean your back against him.” You stiffened.
“I thought we were supposed to pretend you guys weren’t here,” Izzy said, before lowering his voice a little to you. “You don’t have to do anything you do want to.”
“I don’t mind!” You replied quickly, which received looks from everyone. Trying not to sound as eager, you quickly added, “I-I mean, as long as it’s alright with you.”
“It’s cool. For the sake of the art.” Izzy replied dryly, the beginning of a smirk on his face. The closer you got to him, the more you could smell cigarette smoke. You scooted into your designated spot and felt him breathing.
“Great, that looks good. Okay, again, don’t look at the camera. Just nice conversation…”
“You smell good,” Izzy said, paying no mind at all to the director. Your breath caught in your throat; he was right next to your ear, leaning down to whisper his words.
“…Thanks,” you floundered, trying your best not to squirm.
“Do you mind if I put my hand here?” Izzy checked as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
“That’s fine,” you consented, feeling your face flush again. This wasn’t behavior you expected out of a member of a notorious rock band. Izzy’s other free hand was casually holding a smoking cigarette.
“Did they tell you what to wear, or did you dress this way yourself?” Izzy asked, still speaking low in your ear. It shielded the conversation from the rest of the world, enveloping the two of you into your own private conversation.
“This is all me.”
“Cool. I like it, especially this jacket. It fits you well.” His breath tickled your ear, but his compliment was what really gave you shivers.
“Thanks,” you breathed again.
“Y/N, look back at Izzy and smile.”
You did as you were told. His sunglasses stared at you, hiding any hint of an expression, except for the way one corner of his mouth pulled upwards.
“Izzy, put your cigarette up to her mouth.”
“Are you cool with that?” Izzy checked first. You thought it over quickly; it was just for a video and you could simply put your lips on it and not actually inhale. You could see the shot in your head; a cool guy with his partner, sharing a cigarette and not a care in the world. You nodded your head, and Izzy lifted his hand to your mouth. You grabbed his hand with yours and leaned forward, putting the cigarette in your mouth.
“Yeah, there we go.” The director approved.
You stared at Izzy, his cigarette tucked between your lips. All you could see was your own reflection in his sunglasses. Without a word, you extended your hands slowly towards them, waiting for him to pull back from your approaching advance.
“Can I see?” You asked for permission, and he gave a short nod. Different visions flashed through your head in quick succession—would his eyes be black and brooding? Piercing and blue? What unspoken words lie within them? Gingerly, you pulled the sunglasses away and felt your heart skip at the sight of soft round green eyes. They were nothing like you expected, more than you could have ever imagined. Round and unassuming and subdued, almost shy.
“Why would you ever hide these away?” You couldn’t help but ask. Your words seemed to catch him by surprise; his eyes widened further and then he let out a short chuckle before ducking his head.
“Same reason everyone else wears sunglasses.”
“Oh, and what’s that? UV rays?”
“You can stare where you want and not get caught.” Now you were taken by surprise. You laughed and lightly hit his arm, and he laughed with you. “I’m just joking, that’s not it.”
“Then what is it, really?” You asked as you slid the frames into place on your own face. You watched him smile at you.
“Those look better on you.”
“Don’t dodge the question.” He smiled at the ground, taking a long drag of his cigarette.
“Fear.” You frowned and lifted the frames up.
“I thought you guys weren’t afraid of anything.”
“Everyone’s afraid of something. Only foolish people pretend they’re not.”
“And what are you afraid of?” You asked curiously.
“People.” Izzy replied simply, before he chuckled. “Really, though. I came here today and it was the last thing I wanted to do. When I put these sunglasses on, it’s like a barrier, you know?” You nodded a little in understanding. “Had I known I was gonna meet you…”
“What would that have changed?” You couldn’t help it; the question came tumbling out before you could even think.
He shrugged coolly, almost making you feel embarrassed for your eagerness, until he looked up at you again with those timid eyes, flickering between the both of yours.
“Well, I guess I wouldn’t have been so afraid anymore. Gotten into a bad habit where I expect the worst. ‘Specially in people.”
“I’m glad I surprised you.” You said genuinely and he chuckled, his eyes sparkling with some kind of thought that you were dying to know about.
“You ever skateboard?”
“What?” You asked, surprised by the change of conversation.
“It’s kinda my thing lately. It’s harder than it looks.” You looked around; it was just the two of you now. Somewhere in the middle of your conversation, the film crew had all left without either of you noticing.
“Oh, but…” you mumbled in realization and then gestured to the empty area around the stairwell. “We don’t have to keep acting anymore, looks like you’re off the hook and single again.”
“I thought you weren’t an actress?” Izzy said, standing to his feet. You stood too, still a step beneath him, and looked up at him.
“I’m not.”
“I wasn’t acting.” He said. “This isn’t for the video, it’s just a way to have fun killing time. Come on, I brought my skateboard with me.”
You trailed Izzy nervously back towards the main filming location. He seemed to sense your trepidation and hung back to match your step with his own—even putting a hand to your waist to guide you through crowded areas. Your heart thudded and you could feel his band mates staring.
“So have you?” Izzy asked, rolling the skateboard in front of you. He was smiling like he already knew your answer, and you hated to prove him right.
“No.” You admitted.
“Do you wanna give it a go?”
“Oh, why not,” you sighed and gave him a rueful smile. “It’s not the craziest thing I’ve done today.”
“Do you want my help?”
“Uh, obviously. You can’t let me fall in front of these people.” He laughed, and when you stepped onto the board, Izzy’s hands were waiting for you to grab, which you did quickly and wildly.
“See, the trick is to not let it know you’re scared.” Izzy joked dryly and you laughed.
“This must be where the shades come in handy.”
“That’s the secret.” He smiled and freed one hand to pull the shades resting on top of your head over your eyes. “Alright, now, I’ll walk with ya. Use one foot to give yourself a boost.” Izzy held one hand in his and walked beside you as you began to creep forward.
“I don’t know about this, I think this is enough for one day.” You worried as you began picking up speed.
“Okay, pick up your foot and put it back on the board!” Izzy encouraged. You listened, and for a brief moment you were flying. Until you realized you couldn’t steer or turn and you went tumbling off the board.
Izzy had been running beside you and somehow managed to form a cage with his arms around you so that you never hit the floor and just rebounded against his arms. He laughed, his chest shaking against you as he pulled you tight to him.
“That was brilliant. That’s gonna look great.” The both of you turned to see the director and a camera guy. The director turned over his shoulder to Izzy’s watching band mates, who all had varying expressions on their faces. “You know, I think they’re the cutest ones here.”
Izzy was called to film parts of him playing with his band mates, and you found yourself being filmed with the other girlfriends, who welcomed you warmly with compliments, smiles, and gossip.
“How long have you been with Izzy?” A brown curly haired girlfriend asked you.
“Oh…uh. I’m actually just an extra. Since he doesn’t have a girlfriend.”
“My guess was 3 years. You really just met today?” A blonde asked incredulously. “Do you like him? Do you think he’s cute?”
“Well…yeah.” You admitted sheepishly, watching Izzy strum the guitar. Somehow, he looked even cooler than when you first saw him. He was stylish in his playing, confidence and cool just seeping from the way he stood. “I think he’s really cool. But I don’t know if he’s really interested, you know?” It was easy to confide in these girls. After all, they were dating rock stars, they had to understand.
“Why not? If you guys hit it off.” The brunette said.
“Plus, from what Duff has told me, Izzy’s not really the type to flirt for fun. If he’s not interested, you would know.” The blonde said.
“He was just looking for excuses to touch you!” The brunette added. You thought about their words. Surely he wouldn’t have bothered trying to teach you to skateboard if he wasn’t interested? But maybe he was just bored. Maybe it was all in fun. Maybe he figured he might as well get entertainment out of watching you make a fool of yourself. But then, the embrace when you fell, how he held you safely to his chest. Was he interested? And more importantly, when did you become interested?
The director called for a wrap then, signaling the end of the shortest long day of your life. Every bit of time you had spent with Izzy felt somehow like both seconds and hours. Reluctantly, you approached Izzy, clutching his sunglasses.
“I think I should give these back.” You told him, preparing yourself for the separation.“You might need them more than me.”
This was it, the goodbye forever. It had only been a reality for a few hours of the day, and now you would forever be known as the mystery girl in some Guns N’ Roses music video, only loosely linked to Izzy. If he was ever asked about you—which you doubted—in a few years time, he’d likely only reply “who?”
“You’re probably right.” He admitted, accepting the sunglasses. “I’ll trade you.” Already in his free hand was his pack of cigarettes. You raised an eyebrow.
“But I don’t smoke.” He smiled, still extending the pack to you. You took it in confusion.
“Call me.” He said, his hand lingering on your hip before he began to leave. You felt hope fluttering your chest before you could stop it from coming on. Quickly, you returned your gaze to the cigarette pack. It felt light—had he given you just the empty container?
You flipped open the lid and felt your heart jump. There, right on the inside was his writing.
I think you’re smoking
You laughed at his written scrawl. Underneath it was a phone number, along with his name. As if you could ever forget. You looked up just in time to catch him staring at you over his shoulder, before he slid his sunglasses back into place.
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itsgaga · 2 years
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Parking Lot Dances
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A/N: bro i’ve had this for MONTHS but i didn’t know how to end it so if the ending is bad or weird or what no, no it’s not.
“Do you wanna leave?” You turned to look at Slash, who looked just as disinterested as you were. You’ve been at an award show for hours now, sitting in a audience that’s filled with A list celebrities, trying your hardest to seem some what interested of what’s going on, but, it was the same thing over and over again, and with every “And the winner is” you felt yourself growing more and more bored.
You nod your head, which causes Slash to stand and grab your hand to lead you out of the row you were sitting in.
“Where are you guys going?” You and Slash turn to find Axl staring in curiosity, Slash looks at you then bends down towards Axl “We’re leaving.” 
Axl opened his mouth but before anything could come out, Slash pulls you out of the row, into the middle aisle, and started heading to the back. 
“How the hell can anyone sit through all of that?” Slash asks, you walk out the front doors of the building when a realization hits you.
“We can’t leave.” You turn to Slash, “Why not?”
“We came with the guys” Slash’s face tells that he didn’t think of that either.
“Well i’m not going back in there so I guess we’re stuck out here for a while” He makes his way to the curb while pulling out a cigarette from his pocket.
A sigh fell from your lips as you made your way to where Slash was sitting, sitting next to him while staring into the parking lot full of cars. You felt Slash’s eyes move from you to the parking lot then back at you.
“You look really beautiful by the way” You gave him a sidelong glance, not understanding where that came from.
“Side eye me all you want, I just thought you should know.” A soft smile formed on your lips.
“Well thank you, you look handsome tonight.” Slash looked at you, confused.
“What?”
“Tonight” What? Are you saying I normally look bad?” 
“Oh shut up” You laugh. Slash suddenly looks around for a second then looks back at you.
“Come on” Slash puts out his cigarettes and stands up putting his hand out for you to grab, you extending your hand out grabbing his, Slash pulls you up from the curb.
He holds your hand, walking towards the parking lot. 
Music from the award show echoes in the parking lot through the speakers on the light posts. 
“We’re gonna dance” You stop in your tracks and look at Slash.
“Like hell we are” Slash laughs and pulls you towards him.
“I’m trying to be romantic Y/N”
“Yeah but babe we’re in a parking lot.”
“So?” Slash puts his hands around your waist.
You sigh knowing you really have no choice, you put your arms on Slash’s shoulder and look at him.
“See this is nice” He says. He grabs your hand to spin you around and takes another drag from his cigarette. 
He pulls you close and hums to the echo of the music coming from the building.
“Is this romantic or weird?” You look at Slash who is half smirking with the almost dead cigarette hanging from his lips.
“It’s romantic until you remember the fact that we’re dancing in a parking lot.”
Slash’s cigarette drops from his lips and the dancing became a hug.
“You smell nice” Slash tucks his head by the side of yours.
“And your hair looks pretty that way” He moves his head by your shoulder.
“But your shoes are kinda stupid” You chuckled and smiled while being held in his grasp.
“Thanks babe” You said, he smiled and held you for a bit longer, until you both heard footsteps coming from the direction of the building.
“Come on love birds it’s time to go” Duff shouted, at the sound of his voice Slashs demeanor changes and he quickly lets go of you.
“Oh thank god you are guys are done, I can’t even tell you how awful that was, she’s so annoying.” Slash runs towards the guys and looks back at you “And she kinda smells bad too” He turns from you to Duff and holds his nose shut. You laugh running towards him.
All the guys get into the limo with you and Slash being last, he holds the door open for you and winks as you get into the car. 
“Your butt looks great in that dress though”
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zaynsxsoul · 2 years
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♡ Guns N’ Roses masterlist ♡
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→ Slash
Tangerine (smut)
55 year old Slash finds himself infatuated on nineteen year old Y/N. The only problem is that you are his son's new friend and their neighbor.
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petals-and-bullets · 1 year
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Clan III
Pairing: Izzy x Reader
Word Count: 1284
Info: Request from @julessworldd! "Would you ever consider writing a part 3 to the one fic where the reader is Duffs older cousin, who is a doctor. Her and Izzy are engaged and planning on marrying very soon? Pt 2 was a cliff hanger and I’m curious to see if Duff puts things a side and goes to be a witness at the courthouse. Hope you have been good 💓"
The plane tickets were easy enough to purchase, and the plane itself was easy enough to board. Rather, you just had to sit back and enjoy the 9-hour flight that took you across the Atlantic ocean to land firmly on the soil that your dearest fiancé was residing on.
As well as your cousin.
You hadn’t heard from Duff after the revelation that you had been engaged to his bandmate escaped – and not exactly in the way you had wanted. His words before he had passed you the phone hurt more than you anticipated, with the defeated tone that had seeped through his words, and you knew that you had fucked up. Royally.
Duff was less like a cousin than he was a brother, and you knew that you were unlikely to make up for the damages you had unwittingly caused; you could only hope that Izzy, in some bizarre way of his, had managed to convince him it wasn’t an intended slight against him. After all, nobody knew that you had been engaged, having carefully hidden your ring whenever you were around company. It was amusing, really, the way you and Izzy had thought you could share the secret between yourselves, but it had come at a greater expense than either of you were willing to pay.
You glanced up from your book, some paper written by some doctor in Germany arguing for the benefits of some new surgery, at the sound of the ding from the seatbelt light. Packing your minimal belongings into the small carry-on you had, you clicked your seatbelt into place and sat back, watching as the rolling fields of England came into view as the plane descended from the sky. Disembarking the plane and getting through security was a blur, and you found yourself enveloped in a pair of arms that held you to a chest that smelt faintly of mixed spice, cigarettes and just something that was distinctly Jeffrey Isbell.
“Hey, Sunshine,” he said softly into your hair, winding his arms further around you, as though he were afraid that if he let go, you would vanish into thin air. It was also a subtle way to ensure you were blocked from any prying eyes of the paparazzi, and he lifted his head to gaze down at your tired face, his lips curling into that beautifully crooked grin that you loved so much. You reached up and cupped his cheeks before you brought his head down to meet your lips, the kiss tender and soft.
“Hey yourself,” you responded, just as soft, and you pulled back to look over your shoulder at the crowds that were slowly beginning to form; news had obviously gotten out that there was a celebrity present in the airport, yet you doubted that they had quite realised who it was they were here for. Izzy always joked that he was the forgettable one, the one who hid in the shadows and observed everything – although he certainly wasn’t a saint. How the hell he was even allowed into an airport after the incident, you had no clue. The boys had found it hilarious, dubbing him ‘Whizzy’, which made you roll your eyes every time you heard it.
“We ought to get going. Don’t want to get mobbed by a crowd if I can help it.”
Izzy firmly planted his hand at the small of your back and guided you quickly through the airport, ducking his head at just the right times to avoid being recognised – though the amusement of watching him do so quickly wore thin. It was too much like being at a McKagan family gathering, trying to avoid the prying eyes of any nosy relatives that wanted to comment on whatever downfalls they could find. The thoughts distracted you enough to the point where you hadn’t even realised where you were going until you found yourself outside of a sleek black car, the make you couldn’t determine. It was very much like your fiancé – stripped down to its bare bones, with no distinguishing features on show. You shot him a brief look before you climbed into the back, and he slid in quickly after you, sinking back into his seat with a small sigh.
“You look exhausted.”
“So do you.”
The pair of you looked at each other, sitting in the comfortable silence that always enveloped you both, before he reached out and brushed your hair from your face, his thumb stroking over your bottom lip gently in thought.
“I got us booked in a registration office. Took a lot of doing, mind. But we’re booked. Ready for tonight.”
“Tonight? Izzy, I don’t even look remotely ready to get married-“
“Sunshine, I don’t care about that. We can get a proper ceremony, or whatever when we get home, whatever you’d like. But I just wanna get hitched as soon as I can to you.”
You watched him, your lower lip caught in your teeth as you thought. It had always been in the cards, you supposed, to get married as soon as the plane touched the ground. At least he hadn’t dragged an officiant to the airport to marry the pair of you as soon as you stepped through security, though you wouldn’t put it past him to try.
“Alright, fine. Tonight. But you’re not disturbing me while I get ready.”
His mouth opened and closed as he tried to think of some excuse to join you, before he fell quiet.
“Okay.”
The hours flew by faster than you had anticipated, and you found yourself sitting in that same indistinguishable car with your soon-to-be husband sat beside you, your hands clasped together tightly. He’d mentioned wanting to get there early, to give you a wedding gift, despite your protests that you hadn’t gotten him anything. He’d waved your concerns off.
Once you arrived, the heavens opened and rain fell from the sky, prompting those caught on the street to lift umbrellas to protect themselves, blocking your view of the registry steps, though you could’ve sworn that you had seen someone who looked just like Duff. You looked at Izzy and gave a wan smile, feeling the pit in your heart grow even larger at the thought you were getting married without the man you’d practically grown up with by your side to observe. As though he sensed your hesitation, he kissed your knuckles and pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
“Just wait. You’ll see.”
He guided you out of the car and you both rushed up the steps, your eyes searching desperately for the familiar face. You let Izzy handle the paperwork, craning your neck in an attempt to get a glimpse of Duff, and your shoulders sagged as you acknowledged that he wasn’t coming. The rift that you had created had gotten too large, and there was no way for you to repair it. Not in time for him to see you get married. You worried your bottom lip between your teeth as Izzy guided you through the building and to the small room in the back that would host your miniscule wedding, only to wink and push open the doors.
You looked up, your eyes making direct contact with Duff’s.
Who was stood behind the officiant’s lectern.
And then it dawned on you; Izzy’s wedding gift, the thing he had been so insistent on, was that Duff had agreed to officiate your wedding for you, in the grandest display of an apology that could probably have beaten Axl riding a white horse to apologise to whichever girlfriend he had upset.
You smiled and stepped into the room, prepared to go from Dr McKagan, to Dr Isbell.
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niksixx · 2 years
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His Vows to You
Pairing: Axl Rose x Reader 
Description: His vows to you on your wedding day. 
A/N: Picture is NOT mine. Credit to the owner.
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When sixteen year old Axl Rose told every single person he knew that he was going to one day marry Y/N Y/L/N, he was laughed at, ridiculed, and not taken seriously. Because, really, what do teenagers know about love? But at sixteen, I saw love in the way you smiled at everyone in the school hallway whether they were your friend or not. I saw love in the way you spent five days teaching your eight year old neighbor how to ride a skateboard when most kids would have given up after the third day. I saw love in the way you nearly jumped in front of a car to save a kitten, who you ended up adopting shortly after. Now, I see love in the way you stay up until three in the morning with me as I finish writing one of many songs about you, because you simply can’t sleep without me next to you. I see love in the way you wait for me to come home after work so we can watch the newest episode of our favorite show together. I see love in your eyes when you look at me, your smile when you laugh at me, and in your lips when you kiss me. And each kiss is filled with more love than the last. I promise to never take an ounce of your love for granted. And I swear to you, from this day forward, I will wake up everyday showering you in the same kind of love you have blessed me with.
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sodalitefully · 2 years
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Sluff, shenanigans.
Slash groaned and flopped backward on the bed.  "Man, don't call it 'fooling around'..."
"Why not?"
"It makes it sounds like we're teenagers, I don't know."
"Well, what should I say?  Our sexcapades?"
"Dude, no — "
"Shag-nanigans?"
"Christ.  I'm gonna pretend I never heard that, Duff." Slash rubbed his face with the heel of his hand, wiping away his perturbed reaction to Duff's ill-attempted wordplay. He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow and picking at lint on the blanket as he continued. "I just meant... We've been doing this for a while. I think we're a little past 'fooling around' now. You know?"
Slash didn't look up to watch Duff's reaction, but his shoulders lost some of their tension when he felt a hand rest on his thigh.
"Yeah, I know."
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[minific requests]
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honeyxcyanide · 2 years
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I worry that I’m not tagging my fics correctly on ao3. I used to get comments but my last two haven’t had any :(
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skinomyteethh · 6 months
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I can’t stop thinking abt sub slash I need a fanfic if that’s possible.
₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘ moaning like a bitch
﹗pairing; slash x fem! reader
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★🎸 summary: sub! slash :3
★ contains/warnings: sub! slash. dom! fem! reader. oral (f. receiving). handjob. mentions of degradation and praise. spelling/grammar mistakes maybe.
★ authors note: I'm so fuckin sorry for not posting in a while everything is so hectic rn.
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✩ ᵕ̈ ིྀ ! due to his confident and laid-back stage persona combined with his heavy drinking habits and drug consumption many people believed slash to be an egotistical, dominating man, yet behind closed doors he was the complete opposite when he was alone with her. with [name] slash felt small, submissive, even delicate and dainty. it was strange.
he didn't know how or why he was feeling these things towards her, these sexual whims to follow her ever command to just appeared as soon as he laid eyes on her, he needed to be hers, desperately.
his bare back was against her semi-clothed chest. she trailed her right hand down his chest, caressing his bare skin, her left hand toying with his plethora of necklaces. shortly after, he right hand continued to trail down, gently wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. a soft, pleading whine escaped slash's lips at the newfound sensation.
[name] stroked him at an awfully slow pace, his whines and moans filled the previous silence of the bedroom. her soft, warm hand trailed up from the base to the tip of his cock. it was a dark red hue, dribbles of pre-cum leaking from the slit, trailing down towards his neatly shaven base. his mouth was opened a-gape, continuous plead escaping his plump red lips.
he fidgeted at the pleasure, his hands clawing at the now messed up white bedsheets. slash felt absolutely pathetic, so vulnerable. he was moaning and crying like a bitch, it was truly an incredible, lustful sight. her warm lips pressed softly against his ear, muttering a myriad of praises as well as degrading words and expressions.
'you're such a good boy for me' , and 'you're a pathetic little bitch' were just some of the many praises and degrading words that escaped [name]'s lips and were directed at him. despite the words being rather simple they turned him on so much and only pushed him closer and closer to the edge.
the pace of her stroking abruptly quickened, lewd sounds of his pre-cum getting smothered up and down his length, causing it to glisten beautifully. slash rested his head back against her shoulder, biting his bottom lip, his brown eyes half-lidded, he seemed overcome by lust.
his hands reached up to her forearm, clawing at it as the pitch of his moans began to rise. slash's eyes trailed to her lips, his plump ones parting as he attempted to catch his breath, [name] innocently smiled at him, leaning her head down. the two shared a messy kiss, spit streaming down the their chins. he pushed himself back against her, bucking his hips.
a multitude of curse words escaped his lips and without warning spurts of thick, white cum spilled from his cock, landing on slash's stomach and chest area as well as the palm of [name]'s hand. he panted, breathlessly, glancing up at her as she deliciously and rather pornographically licked his cum off of her palm, somewhat savoring the slightly salty taste. her clean left hand grabbed his chin, moving his head up, passionately kissing his bitten pink lips.
throughout the span of the kiss he could faintly taste his own cum. he moan slightly at the flavor, pulling away from the kiss. a string of saliva now connecting their tongues as they parted away from one another. slash then placed a hand on her shoulder, making her lay down against the mountain of pillows.
he slotted his head in-between her plush thighs, gripping the flesh. his pink tongue stuck out of his mouth as he licked a stripe from her clit down to her entrance, continuously focusing his tongue on her sensitive clit. once again praises escaped her lips, her hands, tightly grasping onto the roots of his curls, grinding her hips against her face.
slash simply laid in place, letting her somewhat ride his face and pleasure herself. her pleasure-filled moans encouraging him to maintain his position, maintaining his face shoved in between her folds. eventually, slash inserted his tongue into her entrance. his face became an even bigger mess, [name]'s arousal not only coating his lips now but also his chin and up to the bridge of his nose.
with every thrust of his tongue or bump of his nose against her clit, and even every kiss he planted on her fluttering cunt inched he closer and closer to an anticipated orgasm. he pulled his tongue out of her entrance, now licking her clit over and over, stimulating it, causing her to finally release all over his face.
a small smile crept up on his face, placing a plethora of kisses along her jawline. the kisses were innocent, unlike their previous actions. this night was surely one to remember, and maybe being subby wasn't so bad.
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CAN WE GET A SLASH AND JAMES THREESOME VISUAL 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨
YES WE CAN 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨
i’m not even gonna bother with how they got into this situation and just get straight into this story, buckle up.
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james was standing by the edge of the bed, palming himself through his boxers while slash grinds himself against your naked cunt behind you on the bed.
you were practically panting like a dog, almost begging for james’ and slash’s cocks to be inside you in any way. you grind back against slash as you place kisses on james’ shaft over his underwear.
“god, she’s so fuckin’ eager to be stuffed” james would cup his hand over your jaw, forcing your mouth open with his thumb as you already start to suck on it.
“she’s a slut, is what she is. she’s fucking dripping down her thighs.” slash comments, unexpectedly gathering your wetness with his fingers, causing you to gasp.
his hands connect with your ass, spreading them open so that he can easily sink into you with a breathy moan. james was quick to pull his underwear down, slapping his dick against your face as you pathetically open your mouth, needing him to fuck your face.
“oh, you want it?” he basically mocks you, laughing as your eyes beg.
he wastes no time to fuck that cute mouth of yours, easing himself in. you gag, quickly pulling yourself off of him to cough.
“don’t be a baby. you can take it.”
he grabs a fistful of your hair and shoves you over him, not caring about your protests to give you a minute to breathe as you gag and splutter, your drool making a mess over his balls as it drips down his thighs.
both slash thrust at the same time as if they want to meet in the middle, causing you to feel so full. slash rests on his heels so he could have a better view of your pussy swallowing him up, making him shudder.
“you love being our little cockslut? huh? fuck yeah you do, can feel you squeezin’ me, shit.”
slash reaches around and starts to rub tight circles on your clit, stimulating you. you writhe underneath them, your moans vibrating through james’ cock, adding to his pleasure. for a while, he helps you bob your head over him, but then he just can’t handle it anymore.
he grabs your face with his hands, thrusting relentlessly into your mouth, using your throat as a fleshlight. your thighs begin to tremble, not being to handle any more as you start to feel a familiar knot in your abdomen.
“she’s close, i can feel it.” slash comments, causing you to nod your head in agreement as james continues to use your mouth. “gonna cum so deep in you, yeah?”
you start to fuck back against slash, needing your release. slash speeds up his ministrations on your clit, determined to get you and himself to each other’s climaxes.
“come on, pretty girl, cum for me.” you moan at his words as you shatter, your sticky cum trickling down as slash fucks you through your orgasm. his own rips in when you clench him repeatedly, the tightness making it hard for him to hold back as he cums in hot spurts inside of you.
james can feel his own orgasm approaching, a certain tightness becoming to much for him to hold in. you pushed your face into him, your nose against his pubic bone as he stills inside you. he brings his hand to your neck and quickly strokes himself through your throat, bringing him to his orgasm as he empties his load into you, his cum sliding from your lips.
you bring one of your hands up to james’ thigh, squeezing it as a way to tell him that you couldnt handle it anymore and that you needed a break.
as much as he didn’t want to, he pulled away as you fall into a fit of coughs, your body giving out as you lay limp on the bed. you let out tiny humps to help you with your aftershocks as you calm down.
“thank you” you croak out, your voice coarse from the throat-fucking
“oh, we’re not done yet.” slash claims as if it were obvious, causing you to let out a dumb ‘huh’
“come on. be a good girl and turn around for us.” james orders as you stare at him dumbfounded.
slash pats your thigh to hurry you up. with trembling thighs and shaky arms, you manage to push yourself up, turning around so that you’d be face to face with slash’s hard cock and your ass would be facing james.
james delivers a harsh slap to your ass, causing it to turn a bright pink as you whine. slash gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he guides himself into your mouth. your jaw hurts from when james had used you just moments ago.
you take a deep breath through your nose when james slips into you so easily, your cunt not being able to handle anymore friction, but they didn’t care. you were there for their pleasure and their pleasure only.
you let them use you since you really didn’t have the energy to stop them. you swirl your tongue around slash’s tip as you deep-throat him as you shoot him your best puppy eyes look, causing him to groan and curse.
“oh, you can do better than that. faster.” slash commands.
this catches james attention. he leans over you, his chest on your back as he moves your head over slash’s cock, matching it with the speed of his thrusts.
“atta girl, just like that.” he praises when he lets go of you, seeing you continue to pleasure slash this way. the smacking of your ass against james’ thighs and the wet sounds coming from your cunt is what spurs them on.
with each thrust, james goes harder, determined to make you cum again. you feel his balls slapping against your clit, causing your second orgasm to approach you even quicker than before from the overstimulation. your repeated moans and whimpers sends slash into a frenzy, feeling him twitch in your mouth.
he quickly pulls out, stroking himself over your face as you stick out your tongue. you and slash’s moans mingle together, the two of you racing to see who’ll finish first.
the both of you cum in hot spurts, you over james’ cock and slash on your face and tongue. the sight was enough to send james over the edge too. right before he cums, he pulls out to flip you on your back, wanting to mark you.
he forces your thighs open as he strokes his dick over your soaked pussy, your cum-covered, fucked out state sending him over the edge. he watches as his cum blends perfectly with yours’ and slash’s from previously, spreading your folds to watch them leak out.
“so fuckin beautiful.” james compliments.
“you did so good for us, yeah?” slash would trike your hair as you attempt to calm down.
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i feel like it was such an abrupt ending but what more can i add? 💀
I NEED THEM
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thesmokingguns · 25 days
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Cuddles w/ Axl Rose
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Axl loved when you were in these moods. Usually touch averse every once in a blue moon you’d be extra snuggly, curled up against him any chance that you could get. The moods came on randomly and he never knew when it would happen.
But tonight you wanted to be held.
Sliding from the couch your bare feet sunk into the carpet as you headed up the stairs toward the bedroom. You stopped over the second to last step that creaked loudly if stepped on past 9PM. That was all you needed, to wake up the dog before you even got into the bedroom. His barking would alert Axl and you knew if he was awake to greet you that you’d be self conscious about sliding into bed with him.
Pushing open the door, you bit your lip as you saw him, curled in bed. He looked so at peace, the dog at his feet looking up with a cocked head as you entered, silent as a ghost. His tattoos were all showing in the pale moonlight. Faded colors and lines that had once been vibrant dulled with age. And yet, you smiled at him, still in awe of how he looked even though he had been robbed of his youth years before you had met him.
Carefully , you moved to him.
As you slipped into his bedroom, the smell of his cologne hung in the air. Rich and heavy, making you want to nuzzle against his neck to breathe him in. Your eyes opened as you watched him, unaware you were in there. Thinking you had fallen asleep on the couch again.
You shrugged your shoulders, the lightweight robe folding in ripples of silk on the floor. He only dressed you in the best, gave you the best. Not that you would know the difference between satin or silk but Axl only wanted you to have the greatest of everything. The thin chiffon and lace teddy was loose on your skin and you were gently tugging the straps down, wiggling your hips as you flowed across the floor, closer to where he was in bed.
Freezing on the open side of bed you stood, naked and unsure if you should ask permission before diving into the sheets. The fear of talking and hearing no driving you into the bed as you swam across, clinging to Axl like he was a buoy in the ocean and you’d sink without him.
The gasp of life he gave, pulled from a dream as your nose buried against the warm skin of the base of his neck, hands tucked against his chest. Your feed slid between his knees as he tried to make sense of what was going on. Having been stolen from sleep and you thrust into his arms had shocked him. But not enough that he didn’t know how to respond.
His arms were wrapping around you, tugging you just a little bit closer. Lips coming down to the crown of your head in a kiss that made your eyes squeeze shut, trying not to panic as he held you just like you had wanted him to do.
Still, the first touch always felt a little overwhelming and you had to suppress the ick feeling that left you dazed for a second, reminding yourself how nice he smelled. How warm he was. How good it was to be shown love in this way. You should feel how much it meant to him to have you here, coming to him in your touch starved manner and asking him to feed you with cuddles.
“Hi little moon drop.” His voice was low, grumbly from sleep and you thought about how it made your stomach do somersaults and your eyes drooped low, tired. People talked about bottling sounds and you knew Axl’s sleepy voice was what you would pick to get drunk off of.
He didn’t ask if something happened or made me crawl to him, no Axl was good and hugged you close. He just wanted to hold you all the time and took the times he could as gifts.
Your body was relaxed and you knew he appreciated having you soft in his arms instead of stiff like a board, which had happened on more than one occasion when you had tried to force yourself to be held. Physical touch was not your love language and it was hard for you to accept or give it since it confused you and gave you the ick feeling so much.
“Can you kiss me?” you asked for kisses though, didn’t just let him think that it was okay. Kisses were given out so infrequently that you felt the way he was breathing in, his shock unable to be hidden by this ask.
Axl’s hand slid under your chin, pulling you to look at him before sliding his lips over yours. Usually a kiss would give you the icks that had you running away but today you wanted more. Pushing your lips back against Axl’s opening them and letting your tongue poke against his.
He made that sound, his groan vibrating in your mouth and making you know that he liked kissing and it was okay to keep going. You were very good at understanding him and it helped you feel safe in situations like this, out of your comfort. He had a harder time and wanted to check in, pulling away from you as you tried to pull him back.
“More.” you demanded as he looked around, like something was possessing you and he could make sense of it if he just caught a glimpse of whatever phantom was haunting you. But you were cupping his cheeks, pulling him onto you, “more.” you whispered and Axl knew that he always would give you what you wanted.
And if you wanted more, he would give you all that you wanted and then some.
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gnrswife · 3 months
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izzy stradlin x fem!reader
warnings: smut
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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!
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he-goes-down · 3 months
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Wild Child -smut
Anon req (MY FIRST AAAAAHHH) fem reader
Masterlist
Pairing: Duff x reader x Izzy
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Warnings: threesome, unprotected p in v, oral F! Receiving, double penetration.
None edited, written on a phone in the middle of the night 😘
IF YOU DIDNT CATCH THE DRIFT THIS IS A SMUT
Second person pov:
The party was already going on strong, people were making out left right and centre, as-well as drinking and then throwing up left right and centre. This was one of the parties of Axl’s friends, you didn’t know him but it didn’t really matter. It wasn’t actually Axl that told you to come, but Duff and Izzy on two different days. Duff and Izzy always fought for your attention, you weren’t all that oblivious about it, you kinda enjoyed two hot guys fighting over you. You didn’t have a favourite, you loved them both, they were both so gorgeous and hot in their own way. Izzy being more mysterious and dark like a vampire, and Duff being more tall, sweet and probably had a secret rough side to him. You had decided to agree to both their requests on coming but came alone as to not add more tension.
You were sat down on the floor in a circle with other people playing spin the bottle. But a little more spicy. You were wearing a short black dress that showed a lot of skin, especially your chest, legs and sides as the dress was two pieces of fabric tied together elegantly on your sides. Izzy and Duff who were sitting across for you couldn’t stop starting at you. Both of them thinking about unspeakable things. The empty beer bottle was spun, everyone starring anxiously. It landed on one of the blonde girls sitting close to you. Another spin. Landing on the brown haired man next to her. Some guy took out a hat and rummaged through it and picked put a piece of paper, “Oooooh, seven minutes in heaven.” He exclaimed. They both got up and headed to the nearest closet. Soon the bottle was spun again, this time landing on Steven who sat next to you, you sighed nervously as it was very close to picking you, then the bottle landed on a girl who was a person away from Izzy. “Blowjob!! Whoo!!” The man picked out the piece of paper from the hat enthusiastically. Steven and the girl went off to a couch somewhere in the distance to do their business. This time the bottle was spun and landed directly onto you. You were feeling hot and excited. A-lot of the guys around were long haired and fine. Izzy and Duff on the other-side were both crossing their fingers behind their backs, and their hearts racing at a unimaginable pace. They’d do anything to just touch you and see you in private. The bottle was spun again, this time it felt so slow and yet so fast. Spin. Spin. Spin. Round. Round and round. The sound of the glass clanking on the floor was the only sound that played in your ears. The bottle had stopped spinning. Landing right in between Duff and Izzy. No more to the right, no more to the left. Just straight in the middle. “Seems like this is gonna be a three person job. Aren’t you lucky hun?” The guy smirked and began to dug into the hat once more. Your face was burning hot. ‘Shit.’ You didn’t even want to look at them at this point, if you did they would be starring straight at you in lust or starring at each other with rage.
The paper was finally taken out of the hat. “A Fuck.” The guy said and following with an over enthusiastic and dramatic ‘oooo’ at the end. Fuck your cheeks were red hot. You glanced up to look at Duff and Izzy, they were watching you with drunken lust. You were drunk too, your mind already foggy but now looking at the hot men across from you made it even more foggy with desire. This was secretly your dream, and you were gonna take it. “Can she not just choose one?” Both Duff and Izzy said in unison then starred each-other down after asking the question to the man. “Nope. Rules are rules. Have fun!” He said and two other guys lead the three of you to vacant bedroom.
It was quiet. But Duff broke the silence. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” He said sincerely. “Yeah, it can just be us two.” Izzy said jokingly. But he meant it. Izzy was about to say something more but you interrupted him by quickly kissing him passionately and throwing your arms around his neck, he was surprised but kissed back with aggression and desire. Before he could slip his tongue in, you retracted your lips from him, panting. “Just fuck me already.” You said looking at Duff then back to Izzy. “Fuck” they both groaned in horniness at your words that they’d fantasised about, and it was on.
Soon both of them were just in their underwear, watching you as you slowly stripped off your clothes. Teasing them. Their hard ons were getting harder and more visible by the second of you shedding off your clothes and lastly being stood their in your red lace underwear set. They were going to explode in anticipation. Izzy had enough and pushed you onto the bed, taking off your panties in a flash. Kissing up your inner thighs, getting closer to your soaking core. Meanwhile Duff laid next to you, one arm slumped over your stomach holding your waist. Kissing softly from your jaw to your neck, to your collarbone, shedding off the straps of your bra from your shoulders and began kissing and sucking your exposed cleavage.
You moaned and gasped loudly as Izzy kissed your clit, licking up your folds and stuck his tongue in your wet pussy. “You sound so beautiful…” Duff sighed lustfully, before going to leave another dark purple love bite on your breast. His one hand rubbing up and down your waist, holding onto your soft skin. The other hand intwined with yours as he pins your arm to the bed. Izzy’s hands were harshly holding onto your thighs as he dug his tongue into you, his whole face pushed against your hear, his big nose teasing your clit, making your head spin in ecstasy. You arched your back and moaned, Izzy groaned in response of the sweet sound of him finally pleasing you, the vibrations sent shocks through your pussy and up your spine. Duff unhooked your bra, throwing it to the side and started to suck your nipples. Spinning his tongue around the sensitive bud, which sent a tingling feeling down to your already over stimulated heat. Izzy was going wild on your clit, sucking, licking, flicking and pressing hard against it with his tongue. “Fuck!” You moaned. Your one free hand was grabbing and tangled in Izzy’s black hair, lightly pushing his head further down onto you. Another loud moan and whine. “I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck…” you moaned as your legs began to shake. You heard and felt the vibrations of a muffled ‘cum’ command from Izzy as he continued to eat you out like it was his last meal on earth. Duff held onto your waist tighter as you shook, whispering dirty words in your ear, somehow making you wetter than before. You felt a tingly pressurised feeling in the bottom of your stomach. Growing more and more as you were reaching your climax. You clutched harshly onto Izzy hair and Duff’s hand. “Fuck!” You moaned as you came all over Izzy’s mouth and shook in the two mens grasp.
Izzy detached his face from your pussy, his lustful hazel eyes looking up at you, your slick dripping down to his chin from his mouth. He licked his lips and wiped the bottom half of his face before crawling over you and kissing you. You could taste yourself on his lips. Duff lightly pushed him off you and kissed your cheek. His face now the only thing in view. He didn’t care or even notice that Izzy was giving him a stare that looked like he was going to commit a murder. “What do you want now sweetheart?” Duff asked softly, still filled with desire. “I need you.” You said bluntly, your head was still slightly foggy from your first orgasm of the night. “What do you need from me?” He tilted his head slightly, his hand now trailing down from your waist to your hips, his thumb doing circles around the skin. “I need both of you, in me. Please.” You pleaded in a whine. They didn’t care at this point, they waited to long to have you to care about someone else being there.
You sat on the edge of the bed, intently watching as the two men were taking off their underwear. Both dicks bounced slightly as they came out of the restrictive underwear. Hard, big, dripping with precum. Your pussy throbbing and physically hurting at the empty space that now needed to be filled by them. Their dicks were both big, way above average, Duff’s was a little longer than Izzy’s but Izzy’s was thicker. You were too busy in a heated and drooling daydream to realise that Duff was in front of you, his 6’3 figure leaning down slightly. He took you by the hips, then moving to your ass, picking you up like you weighed absolutely nothing. Your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck, his hands now on the curve of your waist. You were getting heated at the skin to skin contact that was happening, and his hard dick resting on your wet cunt. Duff rested his back on one of the walls of the room, for support, to fuck you at the right angle. Izzy came up behind you, his dick now against your ass, his hands resting on your hips, and kissing your neck. He was so ready to do the most unspeakable things to you. “What about condoms?” Duff asked as he just remembered. Fuck, you didn’t care, you wanted them to fill you and leave you dripping and their cum running down your legs, unable to walk. “I don’t care. Just fuck me.” You spoke. It made both of their minds spin, that was so fucking hot.
“Ready baby?” Izzy asked, his hot breathe against your ear, tingling down your spine. “Mhm.” You responded biting your lip and nodding. Your breath shaky, waiting in anticipation for him to fill you. He held tightly onto your hips. You whined as he slowly entered your pussy. You laid your face in the crook of Duff’s neck as you moaned at the feeling of Izzy stretching you out. Izzy’s head flung back in pleasure as he felt you clench around him as he bottomed you out. You felt hot and antsy already, god you needed to be fucked till day break. Izzy soon pulled out, not all the way, and thrusted back into you lightly. “Fuck…” he huffed lowly. “So fucking tight…” he groaned softly to himself as he stayed in position. “You okay baby?” Duff asked sincerely, his green eyes starring into yours. “Yeah…” you let out a pleasure filled sigh. “Are you ready?” He asked. You nodded. You leaned back a bit against Izzy’s chest as Duff’s tip was grazing against your already filled hole. “Go slow.” Izzy told him. “If he hurts you I’ll beat him.” Izzy whispered in your ear light heartedly. You gave a small smile in response. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” Duff said. You nodded again. You exhaled deeply as Duff pushed into you, going slowly and carefully. You felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Duff stopped, “Shit, are you okay?” He asked in worry. “Please just keep going” You whined. The tears were of pain and pleasure. Meanwhile Izzy’s hand snaked around and his two fingers began to rub on your clit. Now easing the pain of your pussy being stretched to it’s limits. Izzy also began leaving big hickeys on your neck, which relieved more of the pain. Duff panted and lowly groaned at the little space he was squeezed in. Swore he could cum just at this moment. His skin finally met yours and his tip reached the end. You moaned at this fantasy feeling of both of them being in you. Duff soon did the same as Izzy and did one thrust into you. The back of your head now rested on Izzy’s shoulder as you moaned loudly, while Duff hit your g spot and Izzy touched you in the right place.
After a few minutes of grunts and groans and them cockwarming inside of you, you were ready to be railed by them and you told them. Duff began to slowing thrust in and out of you, hitting your g spot. Soon as you were ready Izzy joined, but thrusting one second behind Duff’s rhythm. It was double the amount of skin against skin slapping that echoed through out the room. “Oh god!” You let out a moan which followed calling out both their names. Setting them off. Their thrusts driving faster and hitting your spots harder than before. You clawed at Duff’s back, whining and moaning in his ear, and kissing groaned as he bit harshly into your skin on your neck and his fingers working faster on your clit. “Oh fuck baby, I’m gonna cum.” Duff panted between sloppy thrusts, you could feel Izzy was too. “Cum in me!” You stuttered, slurring a bit as your brain was going foggy and everything was going numb, you were close as well. “I’m gonna-…!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before you came all over their dicks as they continued to raw dog your pussy to pieces. “ Fuck! I love you princess…” Izzy exhaled into your ear right before he spilled inside you. Duff kissed you lustfully, his tongue entering your mouth, and your two tongues dancing as he coated your insides with his cum which was now mixed with Izzy’s.
“You’re mine.” They both whispered in your ear in unison.
A/n: OMG SORRY IF THIS WAS SHIT
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itsgaga · 2 years
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Izzy Stradlin Dating  a Single Parent...
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First i’ll say this
Izzy was lowkey freaking out 
Like on the inside 
On the outside he looked as calm as ever
It felt like a life or death situation 
Like what the fuck did he know about being a dad
If your child liked him great cool life goes on 
And it will go on peacefully with them liking him
But if they didn’t 
Then he’s shit out of luck
And will probably have it pretty tough
When it comes to meeting your child it’s just a lot of him thinking
“What if they don’t like me”
Does that mean he loses you?
Just a lot of worrying, ok?
When Izzy met them he was really trying his hardest 
Making jokes
Complimenting them
Whatever he could think of
You could tell he was nervous by his voice being sorta shaky and the fact that after every sentence he said he would look up at you for your approval 
Also by the fact that he was doing so much
He’s normally quiet but not now 
He has things to say
It paid off though 
Your child loved Izzy
They kept talking to him 
Telling him about the most random things like what happened at school or what they did two weekends ago 
Throughout the night Izzy would you give you glances and looks
Like a “Ha, they like me” type of look
After the first time meeting, Izzy would always ask you to bring your child with you whenever you guys go places
He becomes more childish when they’re around
Being more silly and playful 
It really shocked you because although Izzy could be goofy every now and then
He was always a lot more serious 
Loves to do that swinging thing when walking
Where you hold your kids one hand and Izzy holds the other
And while walking you swing them 
Do yk what i’m talking about?
Idk how else to explain that soooooooo....
Ok but the sight of your kid laughing saying “weeee” and Izzy’s big smile on his face
It melted your heart 
OH
And when that kid called Izzy dad
Oh my god
Izzy was freaking out
Beyond happy 
Please he had a smile on his face for a good week after that 
He felt something in his heart that he had never felt before
He never really thought of himself as someone who would have kids
But look at him now
All happy and shit
Depending on what your kid is into Izzy’s always up for whatever
He’ll throw a football around
Or attend a tea party
However that one does take time for him to be like normal at
Like the first tea party? Awkward mess.
100% will volunteer to babysit even when you don’t need a sitter 
He’ll try to say it’s so you can relax or work or whatever
But that’s just bs 
I can see him bringing you guys along on tour with him
Maybe not for the whole thing but a show or two every couple of months
And just watching you two from the stage 
Travel dad.
I stg he loves to see the world with you guys
Going to attraction locations
And taking pictures together
If you aren’t with him while on tour I can see him calling you to talk to you but before he hangs up he asks if he can talk them real quick as well
Also maybe bringing home a stuffed animal or something for them
Idk what to tell you honestly
Looks cold
But he’s a softie
But really he just really tries to make you guys be a family
Especially if the kids dad isn’t in the picture
Like he wasn’t too sure at first 
But after some time your kid won his heart and he wanted to be that father figure for them.
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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 20 days
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Long Ride
A/n: I had this idea a few days ago and just really wanted to write it for other people who might enjoy it, full disclosure I wrote part of this in a room full of people and was panicking during that so there's a part I feel is significantly lower quality than the rest lmao I hope you enjoy is nonetheless and if you have any requests let me know and I'll be happy to write for it :3
Warnings: Smut, car sex, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, age gap, I think that's it but if you catch anything I missed please let me know :3
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The streets of L.A. where you lived with your boyfriend, Slash, were always so lively. Every turn led to a new version of the city and it amazed you everyday. Except for today.
You stared out the window as all the streets passed you by and it wasn’t the same. You weren’t passing through all the fun party spots, you weren’t heading to some neat studio. All honesty you had no idea where Slash was taking you, all you knew was that the buildings were all boring and bland and it was driving you nuts.
Slash had the radio on low, playing some oldies songs and you enjoyed the music. It bled into the background so you could at least distract yourself with your thoughts.
Letting your mind run while you sat there with nothing much better to do was great until your mind began wandering in... other directions.
Soon your thoughts trailed away from what the rest of your day was going to look to what Slash’s fingers would feel like inside of you. You knew the answer, of course, but the idea was more than intriguing right now.
You reached for Slash’s hand. Thinking you just wanted to hold his hand he happily accepted the touch and held your hand right back, giving it a small squeeze. You smiled at his hand, long, thick fingers entangled between your own, slimmer ones. His big rings causing an uncomfortable heat to form between your legs.
You bit your lip and pulled his hand to your thigh. Slash quickly glanced at you but then kept his attention on the road. “What are you doing?” He asked in that sweet soft and raspy voice of his.
“Nothing.” You answered as you began sliding your shorts down. Slash looked at you again and gave a quick slap to your hand when he saw what you were doing.
“I have to get to a meeting, what are you doing?” You bit your lip again at his stern tone.
“Come on, it’ll be fine.” You groaned, rolling your eyes at him. “I’ll do all the work, I just need your hand.” You told him and pulled your shorts further down your thighs. Slash shook his head at you but didn’t protest any further. He took the rings off his fingers and dropped them into the cup holder so they wouldn’t get in the way for you.
Once you got your shorts off along with your underwear you took his hand and brought it to your clit, waiting for him to circle it like he normally would. Only he didn’t. His hand lay there limply in yours. You looked up at him with a pout, to which he responded by shaking his head again. “You wanted to be a big girl and do it yourself, so do it yourself.” He said with a shit eating grin that told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
You scoffed at him, but he was right. You said you’d do it yourself and you would do it yourself. Using his hand.
Slowly you pushed one of his fingers into you, you were already soaked so it wasn’t hard. Unlike Slash who had a very visible tent in his jeans.
Slash stuck to his words and wasn’t moving his hand at all, not even curling his fingers. Nothing. So it was up to you to roll your hips to get some friction going.
You ground against his hand, pumping just the one finger in and out of your hole until you were ready for another, the familiar stretch drawing a whine from you. Slash kept driving as if nothing was happening. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him as you fucked yourself on his hand, loud moans ripping from your throat, mostly in an attempt to get him to do something.
While you were riding his hand you were touching yourself, trying to mimic the way Slash always does when you’re watching movies. Lazily but with a sense of urgency, teasing you then giving you exactly what you had been begging for in the most intense degree. I didn’t matter, it was the same. Even so, you were still getting close with whatever it was you were doing right.
The familiar knot built back up in your gut, your eyes crossed as it was about to burst. You had the seat pushed back, your legs were parted as far as you could get them in the seat without bothering Slash as he drove along his way.
You clenched around Slash and your back arched but before you actually hit your release he pulled his hand away, taking any pleasure you’d derived from it as well. You whined loudly and sat up, looking at Slash with a pout and teary eyes. “Why would you do that?” You asked, still playing with your clit in a desperate attempt to feel something again.
“I don’t need you making a mess in my car.” He stated bluntly. You glanced around again at all the boring buildings and landscapes as you drove past them. You whined and tried to get yourself off on your own hands, rubbing your clit, pumping your fingers in and out of your hole. You couldn’t help but cry, it wasn’t the same without him. No matter what you did, if you curled your fingers, if you went faster, it didn’t matter. That knot was no longer there, not waiting to burst.
Tears rolled down your cheeks, soft sobs left you as you desperately attempted to get yourself over the edge that just seemed to be moving further and further away.
Slash pulled into a parking lot. There were no other cars in the small space, the building attached to the lot was very obviously abandoned with broken windows and it was covered in art. You watched Slash get out of the car and come around to your side. He opened the door and stared down at you. “Get out.” He ordered.
“What? Why?” You asked, your voice weak and shaky still. Slash let out a heavy sigh before reaching over you and unbuckling your seatbelt. You quickly pulled your shorts back up but you didn’t have time to do them up as Slash pulled you out of the car. He wrapped an arm around your waist and walked with you towards the abandoned building.
You kept looking around as you went, looking for anyone around or any sign of what he was doing. Just something, anything. Slash led you to the alley between the abandoned building and whatever the other place was beside it. It was gross and stank from the industrial garbage bin shoved in there.
Slash shoved you against one of the brick walls, a place where you were mostly hidden by the garbage. He got your shorts off again then pulled himself out of his jeans.
He pushed between your thighs, using your slick as lube. “Happy now?” He asked, his voice harsh in your ear. You whined softly and nodded. Slash scoffed and shook his head. “Fucking bitch.” He mumbled as he aligned himself with you before pushing all the way in with one thrust. You let out a moan as he slid in, hitting your sweet spot as he did so. Slash’s hands gripped your hips, you were sure to find bruises later.
Slash didn’t wait for you to adjust and started thrusting in and out of you at a brutal pace. Your jaw was slack as whines and moans left you like a second language. He hit deep inside of you while his fingers went to work on your clit, rubbing aggressive circles over the sensitive nub. He bit and sucked your neck, leaving dark marks leading down to your shoulder.
That familiar knot built up in your gut and finally you felt like you could hit your release. “Fuck, Slash-Slash, ‘m gonna-gonna cum.” You managed to get out. Slash didn’t stop, he didn’t say anything. Your legs buckled and shook underneath you, the only thing keeping your standing were Slash’s arms around you. After teasing and abusing your poor hole Slash let you cum and you squirted all over the brick wall and concrete ground, soaking your shorts and beneath you as well.
Slash pulled out and slapped your ass. “Better now?” He grumbled as he did his pants up. You turned to look at him and leaned back against the wall. Your breathing was heavy, there was a thin layer of sweat coating your body. Your gaze wandered up and down the man before you.
“You-you didn’t finish.” You mumbled, looking at his crotch. Slash nodded and threw his arm over your shoulder again so he could lead you back to the car.
“I have a meeting to get to.” He said, rubbing your arm. “I’ll finish dealing with you afterwards.” He opened the passenger door for you and reached over to buckle you in, slapping your thigh as he pulled away and closed the door.
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