#guns n’ roses imagine

[gnrlove1987]

Prompt: First family Christmas

Summary: You and Axl have your first Christmas together as a family after having twins.

Hearing the cries he had come to recognize in 8 months, he propped himself up in bed and turned to see his wife stirring, as you let out an annoyed groan at being woke up. As you were about to swing your feet over the edge of the bed to attend to the cries, he stopped you.

“I got it.” He assured you sleepily.

Relieved, you thanked him and then promptly went back to sleep.

As he shuffled to the crib, he saw his son do his little sniffling cry that he would always do when he was itching to get out of the crib.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m right here.” Axl cooed as he gently lifted him and placed him on his hip.

Just a second later, a nearly identical but still different cry sounded from the other crib, adjacent to the neighboring crib.

Sighing, he went to the other crib and lifted up his other baby and sat him on his other hip, gently telling him, “You too now?”.

He then talked to both of them when he said “C'mon guys, it’s Christmas”.

Now comfortable in their father’s arms, the two baby boys were quiet and at peace. Looking down at the pair of them, both inheriting their father’s red hair and green eyes, Axl still found it hard to believe sometimes that he had kids, especially twins.

Axl had always dreamed of a family of his own in his younger years but as the years passed and still no kids, he had given up on that dream. Even after meeting you, he still didn’t reignite his dreams of children. With you, he was content to live the rest of their days just you and him. Anytime he even considered broaching the topic of kids with you, he would keep quiet in fears that you would turn him down because of his age or worse yet leave him for another that could give you kids if he couldn’t. He knew those fears were unfounded and you would never do any of those things. He was still fearful regardless.

But fate had other plans. You were married barely five months before the morning sickness, tender breasts, and exhaustion kicked in. Four positive tests later proved it. You were pregnant.

Amazed and in disbelief, he went with you to your first doctors appointment to confirm everything. The doctor confirmed it: you were pregnant. Then came the sound of a second heartbeat, confirming not just one baby on the way but two. Axl damn near passed out on the clinic floor in a strange mixture of terror and joy.

Any sense of fear melted though once your two boys were born and Axl finally had the family he always dreamed of, even if it was decades later than he imagined.

This was the first family Christmas for you all but it wasn’t as traditional as you would’ve liked.

A blizzard had held up flights home from the tour so instead of celebrating in the comfort of home, the four of you were spending Christmas in a hotel room.

As he looked at you sleep adoringly, he felt bad he couldn’t give you and the babies the Christmas he thought you all deserved.

Then, he got an idea that he knew would bring a smile to your face and make it feel like a real Christmas.

“Boys, you wanna help daddy with something?” He playfully asked.

Hours later, you awoke to a plain hotel room transformed into a Christmas wonderland. There was a beautifully decorated tree, sparkling lights hung around the room, and your sons were dressed in the most adorable reindeer outfits as they laughed with Axl who was playing with them.

“Axl, you did all this?” You uttered in awe.

“Hey, you’re finally awake. If you like it, then it was me.” He joked. He then asked a little nervously, “What do you think?”

You got out of bed and sat beside him, giving him a tight hug and gave him a deep kiss. Breaking away from him, you replied, “ I think you might be Santa Claus. How did you do all this?”

“Well, the hotel lobby is maybe missing a Christmas tree and some decorations. ” he bashfully smiled.

You laughed despite yourself. It was so typical of Axl to go to such great lengths for his family.

As Axl watched you hold the babies and show them the Christmas tree and point out to them the falling snow outside the frosted window, he was so grateful for his family and their first ever Christmas together.

[appetite4savage]

Sick Day, a Steven Adler imagine/one shot

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I sneezed for probably the thousandth time this morning alone. My throat feels like it’s on fire, my body can’t decide if it wants to be hot or cold. I know I’m sick but I hate doctors so that’s just not happening today. I groan in annoyance as I sit up in bed, rubbing my temples before staring down at my sleeping boyfriend next to me. His arms are lazily draped around me.

Steven doesn’t like it when I’m sick. His caring nature immediately takes over and he insists on playing nurse and taking care of me. Not that I mind it, of course, but I feel guilty at the same time. The last time I had the flu he helped me and ended up catching it three days later.

As if he knows I’m thinking about him, his bright eyes flutter open.

“Are you alright, babe?” He utters sleepily. His blonde hair bounces around as he turns his head up to face me.

“I think I have a cold.” I groan.

“That’s no good.” He says, still half asleep.

“I’m surprised you haven’t heard me sneezing all morning.” I say, even though we all know this man could sleep through a hurricane if given the opportunity. 

“No, I didn’t hear you. I was dreaming about dogs again. You know I love animal dreams.”

“You’re such a nerd.” I tease.

“You’re such a nerd.” He mimics my sick, raspy voice in a mocking way. I slap him gently on the shoulder.

He spent the rest of the day catering to my every need, despite my protests. He made me chicken soup, brought me more pillows, and went out to the store to buy me NyQuil, which he subsequently made me take. We spent most of the day in bed, watching movies when I wasn’t sleeping off my cold. I’m grateful I didn’t have to suffer through the day alone.

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**a/n: enjoy this little imagine that came to me at 3am yesterday LOL this is for you, @therockywhorerpictureshow

[skinomyteethh]

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

★🎸 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.

✩ 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.

[ovlxo]

a duff fic where they get caught but dont realise or sum😭

Caught Out - Duff McKagan x Reader x Slash

Sorry I went a little off-piste, I got carried away but I hope this is okay!

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, Threesome, Smut

You’d been staying with your brother, Axl, for a whole week at the Hell House. Quickly getting used to living with five guys; the mess, partying, drinking and drugs, the one thing held off limits to you had been the guys. Axl had imposed a ban on any of them so much as flirting with you and it drove you crazy, but he had to leave the house sometime whether it was to get more cigarettes or to go and record some vocals. It was these times you did your upmost to get the attention of one man you’d had your eye on…

Duff McKagan. 

You heard the back door close, indicating Axl was leaving at least for the next half an hour. You quickly stripped out of your sweats and vest and donned your tiny black bikini, grabbing your suncream and shades you headed out to the pool where Duff lay sunbathing, beer in hand. 

“Hey Duff.” You smiled casually, swiping your eyes up his body before meeting his eyes, he almost blushed as he tried to hide his own admiration of your bikini-clad figure. 

“Hey Y/N. W-would you like a beer?” He shakes his head, snapping himself out of his daze and pointing toward the ice bucket. 

“Please, it’s so hot out here.” Smiling back, you stretched out on the adjacent sun lounger. You lay on your tummy, closing your eyes, heart starting to race at thought of Duff just looking at you. 

“FUCK!.” Shock burst through your thigh as the ice-cold beer bottle met your inner thigh, Duff stood over your laughing and sneaking looks at your figure as you turned around losing your shades and cursing him. 

“Sorry, it was just too tempting.” He giggled, picking up your glasses, and handing them to you. Your fingers brushed against his as you took them back.

“Thank you, asshole!” Sticking your tongue out at him, you saw your opportunity. “Hey make yourself useful, don’t let me burn.” You smiled up sweetly, handing him the sun screen and rubbing the cold patch leftover from him. 

He took the bottle from you and you turned around, holding back your hair. Suddenly his fingers were on your skin, you felt like you could melt right there and then, as the cream was rubbed gently into your shoulders, turning into more of a massage, you felt his breath on your neck and let out an involuntary moan as his hands swiped further down your back. 

“Useful enough for you, sweetheart?” He whispered close to your ear, before gently kissing your neck.

“Mmm… definitely.” You sighed leaning back into him, he let go out of the bottle as your lips met and his hands went straight to your waist. Lying back on the lounger, you pulled him with you, tongues intertwined, hearts racing. 

His hands ran up and down your body, massaging your breasts, nipping at your neck before he pulled your legs around his waist to squeeze your ass. 

“You wanna take this inside? I don’t want us gettin’ into trouble.” He laughed lowly, pushing his speedo-clad, throbbing length into you.

“Good idea.” You giggled, biting your lip as he whisked you into his arms, continuing the deep kiss all the way to his bedroom. 

You quickly stripped each other out of your swimwear, as Duff slammed you down onto the bed, trailing kisses down your stomach, his mouth finally met your clit, devouring you, you felt yourself throbbing in sync with his tongue, your juices coated his lips as his tongue delved into your velvety hole.

‘Holy Shit, Duff!” You moaned, pushing your fingers into his hair. 

He growled in response as he delved deeper, lapping you up, sucking and teasing your clit before pushing a single, skilled finger right up to your sweet spot. 

You instantly arched your back in response, moaning his name and biting hard on your bottom lip.

“F-fuck- fuck me.” You breathed in gasps as Duff never relented. 

“Yeah, is that what you want, baby?” He stood at the foot of the bed, jerking his rock-hard member, and biting his lip as your eyes met, sliding his eyes over your body once more, before climbing onto the bed, you felt him slide right up against you.

“Please, Duff!” You moaned, squeezing his arms and sliding your hands down his body.

With one thrust he was deep inside you, instant pleasure rocked your body to the core, your eyes rolled back as he drilled right into your sweet spot. 

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight. So wet, just for me.” He whispered, biting at your neck and quickening the pace earning him moans and shivers from you as the knot in your belly started to build. 

“Faster, please… harder!” Your nails dug into his back as his hips bucked upwards to hit you deeper, his pace becoming rougher, your lips found each other as the headboard smacked against the wall.

“Oh shit…” a low voice entered the room as the door creaked. 

You both dived under the covers, wincing at the loss of the contact as Duff withdrew. Your heart racing as you recognised his voice. 

“Slash, dude… Get out!” Duff shouted, throwing an empty bottle to his feet and wiping the sweat from his brow. 

He laughed smugly, looking at you both, the smell of sex lingering in the air. “No way are you guys gonna get away with this. What do I get for not ratting you out?” He smiled at you both feigning innocence.

“I’ll get you a bottle of Jack, will you just get out?” Duff pulled the covers up further to hide you from view. 

“No, I think I should let Axl know, it’s only right.” Slash made to walk out of the room, and suddenly you pushed the covers back down. 

“Slash… maybe we could come to an arrangement.” You looked at Duff whose eyes widened at the sight of your breasts.

Slash stopped in his tracks, jaw dropping at your actions as he walked towards you. You gestured for him to join the two of you.

“Make sure you lock the door sweetie, I don’t think I could handle any more of you.” You winked at him. Quickly locking the door, his hands dropped to unzip his pants.

“You’re cool with this?” Duff whispered, stroking your thigh as Slash undressed. 

“You guys share girls all the time, now it’s my turn.” You kissed Duff’s lips, before sliding down his body, taking his cock now slick with your combined juices, between your lips, he threw his head back instantly as your hot mouth enveloped him.

Suddenly you felt Slash’s hands on your hips pulling you into an arch, you pushed your ass up to present yourself to him. He slid slowly inside your now dripping pussy. 

“Fuck-Y/N” you feel so good.” Slash moaned, bruising your hips with his calloused fingertips.

You moaned with your mouth full of Duff, the vibrations sending ripples to his balls until Duff was moaning your name and gripping your hair, making you take him deeper into your throat. 

You felt so full as the two men got into a rhythm, as Duff’s pre-cum ran down your throat, Slash hit a place deep inside you that made your eyes cross. His cock twitching as his thrusts quickened.

“Slash, harder- p-please.” You came up for air, jerking Duff’s cock before he pulled your hair back down to swallow him. 

Slash complied, pounding into you with no mercy and pushing you further down onto Duff’s cock. 

You moaned around Duff’s now twitching cock.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna cum. Are you gonna swallow, baby?” Keeping his eyes closed, Duff’s grip on your hair tightened, balls tightening against your chin.

“Cum for me, Duffy.” You whispered seductively as Slash continued to ruin you from behind. 

His seed instantly spilled on your tongue, filling your mouth with a sweet n salty silk. “That’s… my… girl…” His last few thrusts slowing as he emptied himself into your throat.

You rested your head against Duff’s thigh as Slash continued his assault, his short nails digging into your back as his cock twitched inside you.

Duff wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing gently as he whispered in your ear.

“You dirty little whore, taking both of us like this. So fuckin’ hot.” The words burned in your belly, waves of pleasure already washing over you as your head started to spin from his asphyxiation. 

“Fuck me Y/N, I’m gonna c- uhh.” What started as a growl turned into a moan as Slash erupted inside of you, the release not slowing him down. Painting your walls with his thick, creamy load. Drawing pinpricks of blood as he dug his hands into your back at the release. You tightened around him as the pain mixed with the pleasure of him hitting the right spot for so long and the fireworks erupted in your belly. 

“Duff… Slash… OH MY GO-“ you bit down onto Duff’s collar bone as your orgasm ripped through you like a storm. Convulsing with pleasure, pain and breathlessness, Duff released your neck as your eyes rolled back, your nails digging into Duff’s abs. 

Slash withdrew gently, his cock soaked in both of your sweet juices and collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily as Duff stroked your hair with his eyes closed, still in ecstasy from his own release. All three of you were slicked with each other’s sweat as you floated back to Earth, enjoying the aftershocks.

Suddenly the front door opened and you heard Axl coming home. The guys both looked at you with wide eyes. 

“So, I think this should stay between us.” You whispered, smiling innocently.

[aishnico]

#𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃: 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦

» summary: the famous guitarist of guns n’ roses is not sure what he feels towards you

» word count: 3.2k (wOOOOO)

» warnings: cringey stuff (help 🙄🙄), alchohol, drugs, not cheating but you might take it personally (?) suggestive content, he’s a bitch until the last parts, fluff at the end (?), grammar issues (as always)

“so, what’s up with that girl in that music shop?” duff asked his curly-haired friend while drinking his vodka.

his friend yawned. “huh, who?”

“the girl in the music shop, you even invited her to our last concert. izzy said he saw you two on outside.”

he blinked a few times. then realization hit him. “ooh, you’re talking about miss fortune,” he then started to laugh like an idiot. “be ready to hear what will come.”

he didn't care about you, at first. he just thought you were a cute girl who was in charge of one of his favorite music stores when sometimes the owner, your dad, wasn't around. you would look at him impressed and with adoration whenever he played one of the greatest guitar solos. your reaction would cause him to chuckle and boost his ego.

you wondered since when he was playing and how many hours he was practicing a day. of course, your mouth was wide open when you heard the answer. you acted like you weren't believing him, but deep down, you knew it was mostly true.

after some time, he asked you to attend one of his band's shows to see more of his guitar capabilities. and it's not like a famous rock star asks you this every day. so you accepted his offer.

the show was crazy; his bandmates were also crazy and flirtatious as fuck, but they killed the show. you were looking for him after the show. then saw his friends taking drugs while a couple of half-naked chicks were sitting by their sides. you assumed he was going to join them, but you saw him outside trying to light his cigarette. but you grabbed it from his hands with a sly smile. he furrowed his eyebrows.

"c'mon, girl, give it back."

"there are better things to do than this. what are you doing here?"

"just went for some fresh air. the atmosphere inside is making my head hurt today. guess i'm not in the mood."

"this," you pointed his lighter. "doesn't make fresh air. also, won't this make your head hurt more?"

he rolled his eyes at you. "and what are you suggesting?"

that was the first moment when he thought you were, strange. more strange and different than the girls he has ever met. he never thought you would bring him to a chinese tea shop. and he wasn't expecting you to pay for both of you. he had never tried this type of tea before. hell, when was the last time he even drank tea?

the waiters even offered both of you fortune cookies. he thought they were nothing but bullshit. who would even believe in them? of course, you would.

"how can you even believe in these?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows at the cookie.

"well, i don't know about you, but for me, most of them are true!"

"i've never eaten this before."

"come on! how about the fortune cards? have you tried them before?"

"no. like i said, they are all bullshit." he said with a strict tone.

"at least eat the cookie."

he did as you said and broke the cookie in half. he didn't even look at the mini-paper and wrinkled it. then saw your sad puppy eyes looking at him. he sighed and straightened the paper without showing it to you.

'the thing you might be looking for is nearer than you think.'

what does that even mean? he furrowed his eyebrows again. "what does it say?" you asked him excitedly, and he wrinkled the paper and put it in his pocket.

"you're no fun." you muttered.

"and you are the most hilarious person i've ever met. it's getting late. let's go."

"would you accompany me?" you asked with a teasing tone.

usually, when he would go on his 'dates', he would call a cab for them. he doesn't remember when he accompanied them on a walk or when he agreed to accompany you now.

he listened to your beliefs about those fortune things he found bullshit, how tea is better than coffee and country music is actually nice to listen to, which he disagrees with on both. you two didn't have any common things at all. but he found it amusing to argue about things about which you didn't have the same opinion as him.

you were now standing before your house. you smiled at him. "thank you for the company."

he shrugged. "i mean, you asked me to do it so..."

"yeah yeah, good night, saul." you planted a kiss on his cheek before entering your house. he stood there for a couple of seconds. then started to walk fast to the street to find a cab. he had already lost a lot of time.

"she then kissed my cheek, and she probably thinks we're dating or something." the guitarist laughed at his sentence with duff. he took another roll of cocaine.

"i think she did that because she wanted to tease you?" duff asked.

"tease me? man, i don't even have eyes on her. she's weird. not in a bad way, though."

"don't tease her himself. girls like her may think you're in love with her or something."

"trust me, she's like the last person to fall in love with."

that was what he has been telling himself since your little 'date'. he didn't bother to contact you, neither did you. he thought you were just acting indifferent.

he almost forgot you while he was on tour. every day traveling to another city, playing the same songs, meeting with new chicks, and sometimes making out with them...

it has been almost a month and a half since you saw each other. they were in los angeles again, working on a new album. one day, he received a phone call from the owner of his favorite music shop. the shopkeeper told him that there were new pedals and equipments for electric guitars at the shop. he got excited and went on his way to the shop.

he spent about an hour there, testing new guitars and equipments on them. however, he decided he didn't need them for now. he thanked the shopkeeper, and before leaving, he saw a familiar picture of a woman behind the cash point.

what he did not expect was that the woman in the picture, you, was the shopkeeper's daughter.

"haven't you met with my daughter yet? strange... i remember that she told me that a famous guitarist would come here often while i had something to do."

"i... don't remember her."

"hm, i don't think you can see her often here from now on. she's in college, so she doesn't have much time for her dad anymore, I guess." he coughed.

"what's her major?"

"english literature, i believe"

"cool... anyway, take care." the guitarist answered when he was about to leave the shop. before he could pull the door, somebody else pulled. you.

both his and your eyes wide open. you smiled at him sincerely. "what a pleasing surprise! we met again." you chuckled.

"oh? isn't that our little miss fortune?" he seemed to remember now.

"miss fortune? that's not the best way to describe me but okay. i'm in a hurry, but i'd like to meet you tonight at the tea shop where we went about a month ago. bye!" you rushed inside without saying anything else.

"hey! when should i come?"

your father grinned at him and the guitarist left the shop.

why did i say that..? the man thought to himself. i probably sounded desperate to see her or something. ugh...

he made his way towards the local bar where he and his bandmates would usually hang out. maybe he could kill some time before heading to the tea shop. he just wanted to lay on a couch for a while but couldn't say no to a pretty lady who wanted to share her bottle of jack daniels with him.

"waiting for someone, handsome?"

"i'm waiting for someone, actually."

"hm, unpunctual people are not up to good."

"actually, i don't know why am i waiting."

"are you waiting for a date?"

"i don't think it's a date, just a hangout."

"well, i don't think you should wait too long for a hangout. you have nothing to do better?"

"guess no"

"well, i think there is." the lady smirked at him before attacking his neck with kisses and bites. the man threw his head back and inhaled. he gave her more permission to attack. eventually, he got turned on, pulled her head off, and connected their lips before heading to the nearest toilet.

it was almost 9 p.m. and only now did he remember he needed to go after washing his face. his head was exploding. he still didn't know why he was heading there. he certainly did not have feelings for you. he didn't find you super attractive, and he didn't find a reason to hang out with you often.

were you friends? he also didn't think so. maybe you would complain about him to his father like a little girl, and then your father would forbid him to come to his shop? that thought was hilarious to him.

after about half an hour, he was standing before the tea shop. when he looked through the window, he saw no one there except a ginger employee. he then hesitated but entered inside.

"i'm sorry sir, but we're closing here after ten minutes." the ginger woman told him before going to the personal room to change her clothes.

he huffed at himself. it was just a waste of time for him. why did he even bother? he asked this question to himself for the nth time.

he made his way to the door but stopped once he heard a door opening sound from behind. he returned his face to the sound and saw you with a shocked expression, but it turned into a relaxing small smile.

"you came..."

"you called."

then your ginger friend got out of personal room and tapped your shoulder. "we're closing in ten minutes. make your last order, then close the shop, alright?"

you nodded. "good night!"

"good night!"

you both watched her leave, then looked at each other awkwardly. "i thought you wouldn't show up."

"i planned to come here earlier, but..."

"but..." you repeated after him and got closer to him. your happy face dropped off. you looked at his neck full of hickies. "guess mosquitoes nagged you." you gave him a small smile.

"oh, is that much visible? my friends will tease the shit out of me."

you didn't reply and made your way toward the cash point. "what can i make for you?" 

he looked at the tea chart for a couple of seconds. "you know what? make the tea we both drank when we were here."

"i don't remember which we drank."

"then make your favorite. make two cups of them."

"oh? you seem pretty thirsty." you teased him.

"nah, that's for you. you treated me that time. now i want to repay."

you nodded. "oh, so that's why you came here. to repay me."

this thought never passed through his mind but he chose to lie. "yeah, pretty much." you didn't look up to him but nodded.

after a couple of minutes, you put two cups of tea on the tray and went to where he was sitting. you placed his tea in front of him. "thank you."

you sat next to him. admiring people from afar. a lady and her boyfriend were clinging to each other to get warm. an old lady was struggling with her walker and her son (or someone else) was trying to help her. three children running on pavements while laughing (why were they outside at this hour?)

but he could care less about the outside. he was admiring you. he was admiring how soft your expression was. how you looked cute when you're puffing the steam from tea. how slowly you're drinking it, but it is still hot, and you manage to burn the tip of your tongue a little bit. he chuckled at himself.

"what's funny?" you pouted at him.

"you. you're funny."

you rolled your eyes at him. "you're annoying, mind your business."

"what happened to your lovey-dovey attitude? i still remember that kiss." he teased you.

"ugh, don't remind me. i cringe every time i remember this. god knows what was i thinking... besides, i know that meant nothing to you."

"ooh, how do you know that?"

"because you would try to contact me, at least passing by that music shop. but you never did these for the past month. you just chased some mosquitoes, and they chase you back."

he laughed at this. "why do i feel like we're arguing like we're actually a couple?"

you didn't know how to reply, so you continued to sip your tea. you didn't talk until you finished your tea. you looked at his side and saw that his cup was full.

"you didn't even take a sip."

"i waited for it to be cold."

"trust me, it is now. but i have to close the shop. drink it or give it to me." you said while reaching your hand to him. but he quickly grabbed the cup and drank it all at once.

your mouth was wide open. you blinked a few times. "this is not some tequila okay?! you can't just one-shot it!"

"who says?" he replied while heading to the cash point. you followed him there and finished your cleaning and checking the last things before heading door with him.

after locking the door you looked at him. you thought he wanted to say something so you waited patiently.

"thank you." was all he said. you lowered your head, and smiled at yourself. "i shall thank you. for the free tea."

"i forgot to thank you at that time. and i thank you now for your kindness."

he would never thought these words would actually leave his mouth. like, he was a completely different person now.

"you're welcome, i hope you enjoyed your tea."

"trust me, i did."

"well, i'm glad." you looked at him now. after a brief moment of silence, you coughed. "i should get going. you should too. don't drink too much at this hour. huh, why would you listen to me?" you lowered your voice at the end but he heard it anyway.

"i already drank today. and i have no desire to drink again. not now, but surely tomorrow."

"alright, good night saul. take care."

you smiled again and started to walk on your way. "wait!" you heard him calling you so you stopped. he immediately came next to you.

"would you want me to company you?"

you chuckled at yourself. "i do not want to waste your time."

"trust me, you won't."

what was that again? what did he just say? he completely agreed that he was just someone else right now. but his stomach got hurt so much when you sincerely smiled again. it wasn't pain, it was something else. it feels like something quivers in his stomach and the breath from his lungs is leaving.

he feels exhilaration.

"are you okay? you're trembling," you asked him worriedly, caressing both of his arms.

he feels like he is about to explode.

"the weather- yes, the weather is... getting cold. we should get going."

"look, you don't have to come with me. my house isn't far from here anyway. you're shaking. just find a cab and head to your home. you won't be happy when you get sick and you have to be at the studio at that moment."

oh how sincere you were in your words and how caring you were towards him.

"i'm gonna be fine," he smirked and you both started to walk next to each other.

both of you didn't talk. although the silence wasn't disturbing. it was a comfortable one. million thoughts were flying inside his head right now. he was mainly thinking about your current situation. what you two were? what you were to him? was this feeling temporary? was this feeling gonna hunt him constantly? he didn't know.

the only thing he knew was that he had to find a reason to hang out with you again.

he wanted to know more about you. wanted to hear about your college life and lessons. want to know about your family and friends. wanted to know your favorite color, food, animal, movie, and more. he wanted to learn about you more.

"are you feeling warm yet?" you broke the long silence. but it seemed like he was in his deep thoughts.

"saul?" you called him. he then came back to reality and looked at you. "

"huh? excuse me, i was thinking about something."

"i asked if you're feeling warm yet."

"oh, yeah. pretty much."

"good."

a silence occurred between you once again. this time, he broke it. with saying something unexpected.

"although i would feel completely warm if you make me a soup."

you laughed hysterically. "i bet those chicks make hella delicious soups."

"nah, i don't think so. i want to try your meals someday."

he didn't care about it anymore. he didn't care anymore if he was being someone else. he liked it

"someday... someday seems cool."

"your behavior did really change. i would lie if i say i don't miss the old lovey-dovey miss fortune [name]."

"h-huh? don't call me miss fortune. i'm not interested in that stuff that much now. besides, unlike you, i love this saul."

"oh? you don't like my old me?"

"he was salty, but he was okay. i would still hang out with him."

he couldn't hide his smile but managed to hide his slightly flushed cheeks. even if he was being like this, or normal himself, you would still be next to him.

finally, you both were standing in front of your house. you inhaled and looked at him. "thank you for your accompany."

he just shrugged, couldn't find anything to say. so you cleaned your throat. "good night, saul. take care."

"you too, good night."

you smiled and before you pulled the door he called you by your name. you turned your head at him.

"no good night kisses?" he asked with a cheeky tone. you just rolled your eyes at him playfully. "don't tease me, boy, now go and get some sleep."

"woah woah woah woah- you know what it feels like to me? like i just skipped a big part of a romance novel." duff laid on the couch, almost going to sleep right there.

"i know it happened in one night but, i'm telling you. this time, wasn't like the first time. the first time i really wanted to walk away from there. but this time, i didn't want it to end."

"congratulations on your new hook-up then. just know, i'm gonna make it shorter by saying she's the last person to fall in love with."

"hey, mind your own business!"

"fine fine..." the bassist yawned loudly before slowly drifting off.

they didn't talk for a few minutes since saul was lost in his thoughts again. then something clicked in his mind.

there weren't two versions of him. there wasn't this cheeky and normal saul. there was only one. and that only one have…

he broke the silence.

"dude, i think i've fallen in love with her for real."

the bassist woke up and dropped his bottle of vodka to the floor. "you what?!"

[psych0-str1ngs]

Teachings and praises- Izzy Stradlin x reader

Authors Note: Another request, honestly I love writing for izzy so I'll never complain lol. (also I am wildly in love with this picture)

Warnings: Cussing, fingering!

There you were, sitting in between your boyfriend Izzy's legs, your back pressed against his chest and his large hands enveloping your tiny fingers, pressing them to the neck of his beloved guitar. You were wildly turned on, feeling Izzy slightly tap your thigh, setting a rhythm.

"So here, you put your fingers here, here, and here" He placed your fingers on the correct strings. "Now, do you remember all that?"

"Hopefully," You giggled, you started playing the song slowly, your fingers almost moving themselves. You couldn't see it but Izzy was smiling lightly, he was impressed by your capability to learn so quickly, he was also turned on. Seeing your hands move up and down on the neck of the guitar, it drove him crazy.

He moved your hair to the side, setting soft kisses on the nape of your neck, his calloused hands grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him. You continued the short song, trying to focus on the music instead of the large bulge pressed against your lower back.

Your fingers faltered, shaking lightly. You stopped playing when you Izzy running his hand down in between your thighs.

"Keep playing," He mumbled, his hands struggling for a short second to unzip your acid-washed jeans, his hand slid under your panty thong, all while biting and sucking lightly at your neck and shoulder. His hand dove in between your folds, chuckling at the scrambled notes you were playing. The song came to an end and you stopped, your head leaning to the side.

"Izz can I-" You started, panting slightly.

"No, again," He interrupted.

"Bu-" You moaned lightly.

"I said again," He spoke lowly.

Your fingers found the way to the first chord, you played, messing up here and there. Izzy's hand rubbed your clit in small circles, applying decent pressure. His left hand gripped your breast, kneading lightly. You moaned again, your legs starting to shake.

"You look so hot playing my guitar lovey," He whispered into your ear.

Your legs clamped shut, hoping he'd stop and let you turn around. He forced your legs open.

"Tsk tsk tsk baby," He said. "Let me touch"

He bit your earlobe lightly before rubbing you again, enjoying your little pants and moans. You continued playing, your legs quickly started to shake again, you moaned, the coil burning hot in your stomach.

"good fuck Izz," You moaned out before cumming on his hand. He pulled his hand from in between your legs, he quickly shoved his fingers in your mouth, making you lick them clean. You finished the song and quickly got up before he could say anything, he scooted to the edge of the mattress watching you set down the guitar on it's stand before you walked to him. You stood in front of him, his hands finding their place on your hips, He smirked up at you. Your fingers touched his shoulder, pushing him down and climbing on him to straddle his waist.

THE END, enjoy anon!!!!

[samiwife]

Hii there! How are you?

I loved your post about Izzy headcanons and preferences, and I was wondering if you could write how would be him giving Princess Treatment to his girl?

Tysm! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Yes of course <3 I've been planning on making a fanfic like this so here you go <3 Thanks 4 the request

Little Miss Princess ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Izzy Stradlin x Reader)

♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Izzy's form of affection is personal service. Izzy was always the silent type but his love for you is in his actions. He's always treating you like a princess. Like that one time when you hurt your ankle and he carried you around the house. He'd always ask what you need or get you things you didn't ask for. One time you and Izzy were walking past a fancy boutique window, and you saw a beautiful silk pastel pink dress. You quietly muttered the words "I would kill to have that dress." Izzy heard you and quickly ran inside and bought it. Just like that, no second thought. He just ran in and went out with the dress in hand. You were shocked. Izzy treated you like a princess.

One day, you decided to take Izzy to the mall with you. Most of the time, Izzy hated going to the mall with anyone. But with you, he'll do it any day and anytime. You brought your purse and quickly drove to the mall with Izzy. You stepped through the mall's door. "Babe, what store are you going into?" Izzy said looking down at you. "I was thinking about this cute dress shop on the second floor." You said holding his hand. Izzy nods and continues to walk with you upstairs to the shop. "Izzy, you don't have to come with me. You can look at shops you like." You said to Izzy while smiling.

"No, I want to be with you," Izzy said sternly as he pulled you closer. You blushed and continued to walk to the store. You finally reached the store. You quickly started scanning the clothes and shoes. Izzy was standing behind you the entire time giving little comments when you asked. "Do you think this color would look good with these shoes?" You asked Izzy. He gives it a thought and then looks at the dress and shoes. "I think the shoes need to be a darker shade, but I know you like lighter colors so I think you should get a lighter dress. But you're always beautiful." Izzy explained while giving a slight smile. You grinned widely and kissed him on the cheek.

You picked out a lighter shade of the dress and began to walk to the front and pay. Izzy gently pushed you to the side and slapped down his card. "No baby, I'll pay," Izzy said sternly again. "No Izzy, you've done enough for me. I'll pay." You said giggling. But Izzy wasn't. "No baby, I am going to pay. And you're not changing my mind." Izzy said as he stood over you. You gulped and smiled. "Okay fine, Iz. You can pay." You said backing away from the counter. Izzy smiled widely and swiped his card. The two of you walked out of the clothing store and began walking downstairs.

"Hey Iz, since you paid. We can go visit your favorite record shop down the street." You said holding his hand. Izzy's face grew bright and he began speeding up his pace in walking. "Oh looks like someone is excited." You said laughing. "Thank you, Y/N. I love you." Izzy said confidently. This was a shock to you since Izzy rarely ever said "I love you", you would always say it but you just get a kiss back. After Izzy said that, you quickly wrapped your arms around him and kissed his lips. Izzy kissed back and ran his finger through your hair.

"I love you too, Izzy." You said smiling.

[metallicaislife]

Christmas Decorating - Guns N Roses

When you showed up at the Hell House you were flabbergasted that absolutely not a single one of the guys had brought any Christmas decorations when they moved here

At the same time that tracks though

So you went to the store with the guys in tow

Filling your cart with a tree, lights, ornaments, tinsel, garland and anything else you could think of 

They helped grabbing things they thought were needed as well 

The lot of you pooled your money together to purchase the Hell House decorations 

“This is a lot.” Axl groaned as you loaded the vehicle

“Well, one big purchase now, Christmas decorations for years to come.” You said 

After it was loaded you went back to the Hell House and emptied the vehicle

Duff and Slash decided to assemble the tree

Steven took it upon himself to put the garland everywhere 

Izzy took the lights out of the boxes and prepped them to put on the tree, luckily for him since they were in the box they weren’t too tangly 

You and Axl put the tops and hooks on the generic ornaments you’d gotten 

Steven laughed as he started wrapping garland around you and the others

“Wait, where is the music?” Slash asked 

“On it!” Steven said who was mostly done with the task he’d given himself

He put on an old Christmas record that helped the time go by quickly 

After Slash and Duff finished the tree, you and Izzy wrapped it in lights 

Axl had a set idea in his head about the ornaments so the rest of you watched and chatted as he meticulously decorated the tree

“Duff you’re putting the star on.” Axl said handing the star to Duff

Duff smiled and put it on with ease

You plugged the lights in, it was really pretty 

“Thanks for making us get decorations.” Slash said

You smiled at him and nodded 

You all spent the rest of the evening enjoying one another’s company and pretty the tree you put up together

[lolamarlowe65]

Slash x reader

“𝓜𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓶𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮.”

“She can take my soul for the record, I don’t give a shit.”

one shot x reader

disclaimers : age gap (modern day slash), smut, thigh riding, unprotected sex, overstimulation, slash’s feral internal dialogue, cursing, smoking, rough stuff, grown girls stuff <33

4.6k words

AO3 link

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y/n pov

I started to work as a staff member for Guns n’Roses a few months ago. Everything is great as fuck. The music, the job, the mood all around the band. In overall, everything is going well. My relationships with the band members were super friendly and they made me feel quickly as if I was part of the gang. But there is one thing. One person. Him. Slash. The moment I started my job here he immediately started teasing me. Nothing big. He tells me how much of a weird chick I am, he gives me smug smiles anytime he sees me as a way of saying “here comes the freak”. It has never felt as if he hates me or anything, it just amuses him to see me rolling my eyes to his puns. When I first discovered Slash, I admit that I developed a crush on him, you know the “rockstar crush”. I didn’t start to work here for that, but seeing him almost everyday was definitely a plus, well, if he didn’t drive me crazy with his provocations. It is a plus, yes, but I actually never thought of trying anything with him. I am a younger chick in whom he’d see no interest, apart from a way of having fun. I wouldn’t mind but that would be too complicated to manage with this job. Honestly, most of the time, his jokes make me laugh. I look at him with a pissed off grin and say “haha” or I stick out my tongue. It became a game between us. To the words of Duff “leave the girl alone man”. Apparently, Slash doesn’t listen to his best friend’s advice because he never stops. If we weren’t so different or if I knew him a little better I would say he’s flirting with me. “What a weird chick you are.” sounds like a love declaration coming from a man with such an attraction for creepy stuff. I do think about it as flirting sometimes. Mostly the days when I'm not in the mood for his jokes I imagine he’s flirting with me, helps me to not actually kill him. Being with a man like him wouldn’t bother me, actually, I would love it. He isn’t only hot and cool. He is interesting, passionate, peaceful but wild and genuinely beautiful. Beautiful on the inside and on the outside.

I am a person that’s pretty impulsive. When I feel frustrated, I will go for it, even if it means breaking my own promises. I try to hold myself back, but I have no desire to be perfect. I smoke, I have a high body count, anger issues, I keep doing the same shits over and over again and failing. But I also have skills that I don’t hide, I am strong minded and the way I see it : it has never really helped me with my relationships to people. Especially men. Labeling me “weird chick” is not original Saul. I’m sure most women are like me. But the world doesn’t see it I guess.

Today, I am not in the mood. We’ve got some problems with the gears, the venue isn’t ready and my hormones are working on me. Everything in me is boiling, every emotion. I can manage my emotions and impulses, hormones are not an excuse to be an asshole. But in this type of job, you have to take a lot of shit from people you don’t like so the band themselves don’t have to. Granted, they had to confront them in order to make their band what it is today but man, this isn’t easy. So, as for today, frustration will be my motto. One person pisses me off, I will send them to their grave.

As if it wasn’t enough, we’ve asked me to bring some guitar gear in Slash’s backstage room. I have purposely avoided him since the start of my shift, which is not easy when you are working for him. So far it seems to work, changing hallways last minute, not going to the crowded places and most importantly, his backstage room. From the glimpses of him I saw thorough the day I could tell you how beautiful he looked. He always does, but today it’s working on me. Which is frustrating me even more because I want to see him as much as I want to avoid him. His style didn’t change much from any other day, the sunglasses, the leather jacket, the hat and one of those shirts he has the secret of. It’s just that today is a day where my mind said fuck off to any type of morals I may try to have and I have to manage it as best as I can.

Before going into his backstage room, I made sure he wasn’t around. As I enter the room and leave his gear I can’t help but stop in front of the mirror before heading out. I contemplate my reflection, my eyes lingering over my body. The sadder part with those days is that I feel like I can’t and will never be understood or loved. This doesn’t bother me the majority of the time because it’s probably true and I have made peace with it a long time ago. My emotions are on the verge on days like those, so I let myself grief this fact. I wouldn’t say I look beautiful. I wouldn’t say I am satisfied with my life right now. Even if it is going slowly in the right direction. I let out a tear thinking of all this and whip it away quickly.

“- Looking good y/n, trying to cosplay a zombie?” Slash laughs.

Shit. Just what I fucking needed.

“- Not today Saul.” i answer, rolling my eyes.

He is standing right behind me, I can see his smug smile and I know his eyes are playful even if they are hidden behind sunglasses.

“- Wow, Saul? Did somebody give you food after midnight?” he jokes.

I turn around and look at him with defiant eyes. He needs to be teached a lesson. You don’t piss y/n off like that. Slash or not Slash. I don’t know what I am about to do, but that’s definitely going to be interesting.

“- Fuck you. Did it ever occur to you that your teasing game might piss me off?” i ask, sassily.

“- And what are you going to do about it?” he teases, again, big smile on his lips.

“- Well… I could do that.” i say in a provocative tone.

I slowly wrap my fingers around the sides of his sunglasses and remove them off his face. I let them fall on the floor. I want to stay defiant to his eyes, I want to keep holding his gaze. Being nice and clean, putting away his sunglasses nicely is not in my scenario today. There’s a look I have never seen on him before. A fire in his eyes. He holds my gaze as hard as I hold his. My breath becomes heavier as I approach my lips dangerously to his. I can feel his chest go up and down heavily. It’s working.

“- See. Pretty annoying right?” i smile.

Fuck. The swift of breath from his lips too close to my smile is actually going to drive ME crazy. What an ass. Making me feel this way. I must stay focused. He smiles back at me, hinting his approval. He understood that we entered a game and he is letting me play. Let’s see how much I can push him before I make him mad. He doesn’t say a word, waiting for my next move. I step back and close the door. I remark that Slash is studying me, looking at my body, his stare lingering over my ass and hips. At this instant, the teasing game turned into lust.

I breathe heavily, getting him to stare back into my eyes.

“- Careful where your eyes linger big boy.” i incite, biting my lower lip.

I approach him again, purposely making him take a step back in the direction of the couch behind him.

“- I could also do that.” i smirk.

I grab his crotch. His cock hardens immediately at my grip. My pussy gets wet at this simple touch. I didn’t know how much teasing and keeping a person on edge could make me feel that much desire. Or maybe it’s Slash. Probably both, this raw, pure, lustful desire. Everything in my head is torn apart and I question everything. Did he start teasing just for fun or was he trying to hold back everything I am about to unleash right now. Was it his way of making me a part of his life? And why didn’t he make me understand this obvious desire we have for each other earlier. Fuck. I need him.

I hear him groan and get even bigger in the cup of my hand. I push him on the couch. A big guy like him wouldn’t flinch from a light push from me. I’m not weak but I did not push him very strongly. He let himself be pushed, waiting for my next move. His legs are spread and I take a seat on one of his thighs.

“- I don’t know what you want from me Saul, but I will take what I want. Is that okay?” i ask languorously.

He doesn’t talk, he just bops his head with an audacious smile, answering affirmatively to my question.

“- Good.” i chuckle.

I dispose my lips on his neck. Biting slightly making sure to leave all the spots my lips went to stay wet with my taste. I start kissing his face, all the spots I can, expect his lips, leaving him on edge, teasing him. As I do just that, I start rubbing my clothed cunt against his thigh. I feel him gasp, both for the frustration on his lips and in his pants. I leave a mark in his neck, right under his ear only for me to go above and nip alternatively on both his ears.

“- Mmmh… Fuck.” i curse in between moans.

I rub against his thigh ruthlessly, my thrusts are short but harsh and my pleasure grows more and more. My back arch and I end up using my hands to support myself on his shoulders. I throw my head back and I hear Slash groan. A frustrated groan, making me even more thrilled. Knowing that at this right moment I own him just for my only pleasure makes me even more horny. His thigh is so comfortable, imagining how his pretty cock must be almost brings me to my release.

It’s getting harder for me to hold on. I don’t want him to touch me, I want to keep him on his limit so I take it upon myself and rub as good as I can on his leg.

“- Saul! Fuck that’s good!” i cry.

I pant heavily and I feel my jeans getting soaked with my cum. My legs shake and squeeze around Saul’s leg and my cheeks are all blushed with my effort.

I won.

Slash looks like he is about to explode. Good for him. He looks mesmerized and embittered. That’s what you get for being a little bitch like that. A wild mess lost in his thought. What a magnificent view.

I kiss his lips very quickly and lightly before smiling while putting myself together. Even if this kiss was quick, I had never felt such soft comfortable lips.

“- See. That’s what you get for teasing me.” i playfully say, getting off him.

Saul stays still on the couch, his eyes on fire and I walk toward the door, happy to have pushed his limit, ready to resist his game.

Slash pov

What a fucking bitch. A beautiful mess, out of breath and still taking away mine. She is lighting herself a cigarette. Like she is gonna get away with this. I can’t hold on anymore, I have to make her mine. I have to have her all for me, I have to fuck her and make her come again but this time around my cock. I have to make her my girl.

Truth is, ever since she started working here she drives me crazy. She is one of those women that don’t give a shit. She has no mind about being perfect, she’s completely detached from reality, she does her things and she doesn’t take shit. She’s a weird chick some might say, but I absolutely adore creepy shits. Her wilderness and emotions are always so honest. I have held back for the past few months because she’s much younger than me. I’ve never felt as if I was worth dating a chick like her and I was sure she would say no. I’d rather tease her and at least have some kind of interactions with her than avoid her all the time.

Before she could open the door I push her against the wall. Her eyes look like a lost puppy. I take the cigarette out of her mouth and throw it in the ashtray on the table. She had all the time she needed to get away, but she stayed here. Back against the wall still high on her orgasm. Watching her pleasuring herself on my thigh was both a torture and delight. I wanted to touch her and make her come with my hands. She refused and left me on edge. The only thought in my head was among the lines of “What a bitch, I want her.” I come back to her and put one of my hands on her waist pushing her more against the wall and the other in her neck, my fingers playing with her jawline. I breathe close to her mouth for a few seconds, teasing her as she did. She seems to take frustration way harder than me because she looks pissed and starved, and this makes me even more out of my mind. I take her lips hungrily, I kiss her, starving for her tongue. Fuck, I shouldn’t be so crazy about her but here she is, moaning in my mouth begging for my tongue to play with hers. Such soft lips. So tender and matching mine perfectly.

“- You shouldn’t have done that y/n. I will not let you get away, so if you wanna go, go now.” i say to her, drunk on her scent.

She moans as I take the back of her thighs and wrap her legs around me. Still against the wall, I wait for her answer while kissing her collarbone.

“- Hmmm… do it.” she almost whispers.

“- Do what?” i tease.

“- For Christ’s sake! Do it! Fuck me fuckhead!” she laments.

“- Your desires are orders madam.” i answer her playfully, smiling in the crook of her neck.

I go back to her mouth, mixing my tongue with hers while I tease her thighs with my hands. I can feel her wet cunt on my lower stomach and her laments desperate to deal with this ache. To hell with it. She deserves it. I rip her thin shirt away to expose her tits to me. She will take my shirt. Fuck it. She doesn’t wear a bra and I can access her perfect tits immediately. I lick and bite them mercilessly, teasing her more and more. I can’t wait to enter her but I just want to hear her beg for me.

“- Saul… mmhm… stop.. mmh… fucking around… mmhm… and fuck me already!” she pants, out of breath.

“- I fucking love the way you curse all the time.” i tell her, biting the skin around her nipple.

I remove her pants and underwear. What a pretty sight. What a pretty cunt. I could make this my meal for the rest of my life. I’d never starve. I put her back against the wall. I want to show her how bad I’ve wanted her for the last months. I want to show her what I wanted to do to her every time she’d pass over me in a hallway. How hungry, how bad I have been craving her. I unbuckle my pants and let my dick free. Her eyes got bigger and she opened her mouth to the view of my hard cock. She looks at it like she got to have a taste of her favorite meal and it drives me crazy. I give her no time to comment before I push her head against the wall kissing her lips as I bury myself deep inside of her. She’s so fucking wet. Fucking hell. I know I’m stretching her out. I can feel it. I love it.

“- SAUL!” she gasps, gripping my back. “It’s so fucking big!”

“- Shh.. I know you can take it. Scream if you need to baby, I don’t give a shit if we hear us.” i answer, moving in and out of her.

I pound into her fast and hard, making her moan each time I shove myself deep into her. She’s so damn hot. She feels so good. That’s it. I’m taking her with me. Her face becomes a mess as she cannot seem to catch her breath correctly. Between kisses, her mouth stays wide open, sometimes, she bites her lips, letting out small whimpers. I love it rough and she’ll love it too. I can tell she already does.

“- Saul… aahh.. that’s fucking good aaahh don’t stop.” she screams.

See? Told you. I give her one last hard pound and lift her up grabbing the back of her thighs. I’m still inside her, my cock hitting her deep every step I take. Her little whines are a melody I am more than happy to work on. She tries her best to hold onto me and makes my hat fall as she moves her arms around my neck. Whatever man, I have been wearing this hat since ages, her, it’s the first time. As I throw her on the couch my dick slips out of her, leaving me without her. What kind of fucking witch is she? Seconds out of her and my cock already misses her cunt.

“- Turn around.” i command, removing my shirt.

She smiles defiantly and executes herself. I waste no time and shove my dick back into her as I push as deep as I can. I keep her head buried in the couch as I mercilessly pound into her. I hear her whimper in pleasure. My mouth next to her ear, laughing, biting it slightly.

“- This is what you fucking get when you’re being a bitch.” i whisper in her ear.

I continue my rough pounding leaving trails of kisses all along her back. I know I’m about to come, how can I not when I’m banging her? Trust me though, I’m far from being finished with her.

“- AAH SAUL! I’M COMING! PLEASE! COME IN ME! FUCKING DO!” i hear her scream, muffled on the couch.

Just what I fucking needed. Hell yeah I will my love.

Not long after I come into her pussy still pounding as I feel her legs shake and her cunt getting tighter. She fucking came all over my cock. Just like I said I wanted her to. I grab her by the hair and bring her to my chest. She turns her head to me. She’s a mess with her hair all over her face, sticking with her sweat. Out of breath and panting for air. So beautiful. So fucking beautiful, as usual. I give her a wet sloppy kiss, removing the hair out of her face.

“- Good girl.” i tease into her ear.

I put her back on my side and lift her up again to sit her on the table. I still need her. I’m hard again like a fucking horny teenager. She makes me into this sex depraved slave succubuses love so much. She can take my soul for the record, I don’t give a shit. She can be the devil, a witch or an alien. To me, she's first and for all the woman I want, the one I desire and I want to be with. Bitch, witch, baby. Something like that. And in her eyes, I’m probably just the fucking dumbass who dared touching her. That’s okay. I’m cool with it. If she always looks at me the way she does now, I’m cool with it.

Sucking on her tits, I shove myself into her again, immediately pounding her hard. Her legs shake uncontrollably so I lock them up around my waist. She lies down on the table playing with her tits, moaning and biting her lips.

“- Oh my god that’s so good. Aaahh… Continue.” she cries.

Putting my hand around her neck I bring her back to my chest. Her back arches frantically at every movement I do inside her. So that’s why she was lying down. I slow down and move little by little inside of her to see how she moves her ass and back around on the table.

“- FUCKING STOP THE TEASING ASSHOLE… AAAH” she whimpers.

She puts her arms behind my neck and lets her nails sink into my back. With her head buried in the crook of my neck I laugh and go back to my hard pace. Hearing her little cries makes me the happiest man on earth. I hold her with one hand on her back and the other in the back of her head. At this instant, it’s like she is all mine. Like she could break if I let her go.

“- There babygirl, take it all, like the good slut you are. I know you love it, don't hold back.” i kiss her forehead before leaving her head to fall back in my neck.

“- AAH FUCK YES THAT’S GOOD! I’M SO FF-UUL IT’S SO B-BIG!” she whimpers.

Her fucking voice drives me crazy. She bites and teases my neck violently as a way to show me she is still holding on. I’m sure my back is all scratched and marked by now, but i’ll let her take everything off of me if it means I can get to fuck her brains out like right now. I groan, knowing I'm almost there, when I feel her legs squeeze around my waist and her back arch I know she’s also about to come again. I embrace her tightly as I screw her as fast and deep as I can.

“- AH…MHH… HAA… HM… SAUL… YES! YES! YES!” she comes screaming my name.

I come in her again. She stays like that for a few minutes. Panting, all naked into my arms. I hear her broken voice laugh slightly.

“- So that was it… all this teasing.” she laughs again.

“- You have no idea how much I wanted to fuck your brains out, teasing me back like that was not a good idea.” i answer.

“- Oh it definitely was a good idea. And I’ll do it again.”

“- No need to. I’m not letting you go. You’re mine now.”

She moves around to be able to look at me in the eyes. Her arms still wrapped around my neck and her cheeks still all flustered.

“- I am?” she smirks.

This smirk could make me fuck her again right now. Yes she is. I have been tortured by her presence for the past few months, now that she’s here I'm not letting her go. I move around to get a cloth to clean her up with. When I go back to her I catch her shy smile as she turns her head on the side.

“- Okay.” she almost whispers, smiling slightly.

I can’t resist taking her chin to turn her head to me to kiss her deeply. There was a chance it was a pure unique act of lust for her. A chance she’d left and say “never again”. A chance I’d taste her pussy only once with my cock, trying to forget how much I want to eat her out. A chance she’d realize I was older than her and she’d get away from me. Looking at the clock on the wall I realize it’s time for the show. What a great fucking day. Fucking the chick I’ve been thinking off non stop since months, playing on stage and then get back to fucking her. The two things I love the most. After the show, I’ll steal her away and get her back with me. What the fuck is the manager gonna tell me anyway? They don’t need her as much as I do.

“- Show’s gonna start baby. Let’s get the job done.” i wink, my hands resting on her waist.

I take my shirt and put it on her. God she looks so hot in my shirt. She should only wear that. She gives me a doubtful stare.

“- It’s okay, I’m hot anyway.” i smile.

Her gaze is playful as she goes down on her knees. She licks her lips and grabs my penis in her hand. She kisses slowly the tip of my cock. I take a deep breath and her smile goes feeble.

“- See you later big boy.” she brightens up again.

Bitch.

There she puts it back in my pants to only leave me my belt to put back on. Bitch. She’s lucky I can hide my bulge behind my guitar, she’s lucky we don’t have time. On the floor, I see her grab her thong that she slides into my pocket.

“- Eye for an eye.” she teases.

This isn’t fair. I give her my shirt, she gives me a piece of art. Putting her pants back on, I light her cigarette again and put it in her mouth.

“- Always finish what you started.” i say, getting her hair out of her face.

“- Whatever.” she rolls her eyes. “Go do your job.” she stops. “Play as good as you always do.” she smiles, cupping my face in her hands.

“- Coldness with a tinge of consideration, exactly what I love.” i kiss her neck, before letting her slip away to get out.

I hear her laugh evaporate as she disappears in the hallway. I know she’s playing around, she stays composed like her legs weren’t still shaking seconds from now. How fucking cool she is.

The show went great. When I get back backstage I see her there, cheering the end of this awesome show. She put on a leather jacket. After the show, we generally answer interviews and talk with some fans to end up having a little party all together. Not as wild as in my 20s, but still not very well-behaved. Tonight, I don’t give a shit, I have other businesses to attend. I greet the guys and let them know I’m going.

“- Where you going man, something to do?” Duff asks me.

I arrive in front of y/n and lift her up over my shoulder. She gasps and laughs.

“- Yeah man, something urgent! Might take me a long time, might kill me. Just in case, y’all can start looking for a new lead!”

“- Dumbass.” i hear her answer, which makes me laugh.

I fucking love her bitchy tone.

I admit. She won.

y/n pov

Here I am, being carried around like a sack of potatoes by the man I thought I could never have. I had the best sex of my life and something tells me I’m about to get it again. If I knew, I would have teased him back a long time ago. He said I was his.

In truth, he’s mine.

iii];)’ .・• ✰ ⋆

“Face of an angel with the love of a witch”.

A/N : i wrote that when i was horny as hell, clearly came from my delusions, i love the idea of slash having this feral internal dialogue because he just wants you so bad! enjoy loves <33 (slash if you read this i’m ready for your love ;))

[michelle-is-writing]

Pillow Talk, Slash

Word Count: 1k~

Waking up to a pair of rough, but gentle hands running against my skin is nothing new to me. In fact, ever since Saul and I moved in together and started sharing a bed, it's how I've always woken up. On our first night together, I woke up in the middle of the night to something gently gripping my hip, and when I looked over, I smiled seeing Slash pressed up against me with his head cuddled behind mine and his hand laying on my hip. From then on, every night we sleep together, his hands are on me.

Before the sun can reach my eyes, I'm woken up by Saul's fingers lightly dragging themselves up my hip and across my stomach, making me open my eyes to find him not too far away from me, sitting on his knees with a smile. "Good morning, baby," I greet him, leaning my head back against my pillow to stare up at him.

In response, Saul moves over to lie back beside me on his side, one of his hands remaining on my stomach with the other keeping his head raised. "Good morning to you too, beautiful," he greets back, a small yawn falling from his lips only seconds later. "You have no idea how good it feels knowing that I'll wake up and see your stunning face for the rest of forever."

Hearing his words makes me subconsciously roll the golden band on my left ring finger while my smile widens. "Actually, I do know how good it feels," I tell him, leaning closer to slide my hands from underneath the sheets and place them on each side of his face. "Because I get to wake up next to your handsome face every morning too."

Smiling back at me, the corners of Saul's lips reach the tips of my thumbs before he leans forward and kisses me, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me close to him at the same time. Rolling onto his back with me now on top of him, my legs fall on either side of him while Saul moves his arms tighter around me. It feels as if he's trying to never let me go.

Pulling away from my lips, Saul stares up at me for a few moments before another sigh passes through his lips. "You have no idea how gorgeous you are in the morning, do you?" He questions, his thumbs gently massaging the areas they're pressed into.

At the early morning compliment, I feel my cheeks blush as I lean back a bit to stare down at him. Beneath me, Saul lies flat on his back with his long and unruly hair spread out around him and his bare chest gently rising and falling with each breath he takes. With the sun from the nearby window poking through the curtains, his figure's illuminated and he looks overall... heavenly.

"You're gorgeous too," I tell him, watching as his faces takes on a confused look before he begins laughing at my comment.

"But you're oh-so sexy, babe," He responds, sitting up to lean back onto his elbows. For a few moments, his eyes travel down my chest and to my barely covered legs before he meets my eyes once more, a smirk rising to his face. "Especially in my clothes."

Looking down at my chest, I see one of Saul's very rare button-up shirts I put on last night barely clasped together by one single button, revealing the majority of my stomach and upper chest to him while keeping his favorite things hidden. I could've sworn I buttoned at least half of these before heading into bed, but I guess they must've come undone in the middle of the night by me moving around. That, or someone else played a part in this...

Holding back a smirk, I look back at the curly-haired man in front of me before tilting my head to the side a little. "Especially in your clothes?" I ask him, his smile turning into his famous smirk as he plainly nods. "In just your clothes?"

My second question receives the same response as before, and this time, I let my own smirk show as I move my hands to the single button remaining and undo it. Within a matter of seconds, I tug the shirt from my body and throw it to the other side of the room, leaving me in just my panties. Before Saul has the chance to do anything about it, I jump off of him and run to the living room. Following behind me is the sound of Saul's heavy footsteps as he runs after me once he realizes the situation. Feeling a sudden surge of excitement, I can't control my laughing as I try to run as fast as I can.

However, with Saul not only being faster than mem but bigger as well, I barely reach the end of the hallway before I feel myself being picked up and thrown over his shoulder. Once again, I can't help but let out even more laughter with a shriek following. I don't have to look at Saul to know that he's smiling; he's having just as much fun as I am, if not more.

Making our way back into the bedroom, Saul doesn't waste any time in tossing me down onto our messy bed and crawling on top of me immediately afterward. Without giving me a chance to catch my breath, he immediately leans down and attaches his lips to mine before letting his hands travel down to the only remaining article of clothing on my body and tugging them down. There's no doubt that I won't be leaving this bed for the rest of the morning, and I have absolutely no doubt at all that Saul's hands won't be leaving my body either - just like the way I woke up.

[sabbathrose]

• (Slash) Live at the Ritz, 1991.

[stevenssticks]

thinking about “the izzy thing” from slash’s book right now. ifykyk

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

summary: what are childhood friends-to-lovers for, if not protecting you from your already shitty relationship? word count: 3.196k trigger warning: poorly written details, swearing, mentions of domestic violence, smoking, make-out, i forgot izzy out from the whole oneshot sorry 😭😭😭

the party was on, y/n didn't even know how she and his boyfriend got there. in los angeles, house parties were really common between teens and young adults, and who was y/n to deny a good night?

she and his boyfriend, richard wasn't that good since weeks, when y/n began to go to her childhood friend's, axl and his band, the guns n' roses's rehearsals. at first, he bragged about her not cleaning and cooking when he got home, despite she had a job too, but now, it was full-on jealousy about the band and the guys. at this point, y/n didn't even know why she hold onto the relationship, but it was good to belong to someone than being alone in a big town like los angeles.

"are you gonna hang with those fuckers?" richard asked from her as they went to the door. shaking her head, y/n sniffled annoyed.

"why are you thinking this?"

"because you looked like you planned on it." he answered, opening the door. y/n shrugged her shoulders, looking for the guys.

"you know, i didn't even think about it until you mentioned. but if you insist so much, then maybe i'll do a threesome with axl and slash-" she couldn't even end her sentence as he held her arm, turning her to himself and pulling her close to his face.

"watch out for what you say, bitch! or you can go under the bridge, understand?"

y/n shook his hand off, pointing at him with a stern look.

"fucking stop this, okay? i hope you drink so much that you can't go home."

"you bet." richard said, going to the half-empty bottles to get wasted. it was time to search for her friends, her real friends.

"y/n, sweetheart! hello!" she found steve, hugging him. he was talking with some guys with a drink in his hand.

"good evening, stevie. where are the others?"

"why, am i not good enough for you?" she tried to say something, but steve shook his head, laughing. "i get it, chill. duff just went off with a girl, slash got smack, so i don't know if he's talkative, izzy... i don't know where the fuck he is, but axl said he waited for you."

"axl?" y/n furrowed her eyebrows, making steve snicker and nod.

"yeah. so go search for him for a quickie, until your asshole boyfriend doesn't come after you." steve added, making y/n slap his shoulder as she began to search for axl.

"he's not an asshole."

"if you say so..."

grabbing a bottle, y/n waved to some people she thought she knew, looking for the redhead. she and axl both has born in indiana, she lived on the downside of the street he lived in. once when they were fourteen, axl got in a fight at night with a couple other kids, and y/n helped him with knocking them in the head with a pan. from that moment, axl and y/n often hung out, but when axl got away, y/n tried everything to get to where he was; he called her from los angeles, and in the dead of the night, y/n got on a bus and never went back to indiana. they met each other when y/n was babysitting to get some money, and then she worked in a restaurant as a waitress. she didn't know, but somehow it felt like with axl that she was home; it could be indiana or los angeles, but when she was sitting next to axl and watching tv or sleeping beside him, it felt like she did this always. but of course, she was too afraid to tell this to axl, she knew that boy-girl friendships always went down when the other confessed. she was with richard just to fill up the hole in her heart, and it was cruel, but it was the truth. and knowing this truth, she felt more miserable than ever.

axl was nowhere, and y/n got annoyed at the thought that she was too desperate to talk and party with him. deciding to light a cigarette, she went outside so she could air her head out a little bit. opening the door of the terrace, she banged the door after herself.

"fucking richard..." she muttered, leaning to the handrail.

"hey, princess."

turning her head, she noticed her friend, sitting in the shadow, on the couch that probably has seen better days. smiling, her heartbeat got faster; they saw each other two days ago, but he was as handsome and angelic like always. she was the one who cut axl's bangs before he got arrested the fist time, but when he began to grow is hair, and let it to be long and silky, she fell in love more and more. she couldn't even count the times he sat between her legs, watching the telly while lightning a cigarette and letting her play with his locks. the urge to kiss his head was the strongest, but she even lifted up a strand of hair and kissed it while he was deep into the plot of the show.

"hey, axl!" she wanted to say 'i searched you everywhere', but it was too risky.

"sit down, angel." he patted the place beside himself, and who was y/n to deny it? sitting down, she turned to him. "what's up? i haven't seen you since two days."

"did you miss me, axie?"

"i always miss good company." it warmed her heart, but not enough to believe that he said it like she wanted him to mean.

"that's why you just sat here alone, in a dark corner you like to crawl in?"

"maybe i was waiting for some cool faces to pop up."

she didn't wanted to be just some cool face. she wanted to be the 'best' face, the one that axl thought about why isn't she here, the one people you always search for in a big crowd. or the one you get away from a party when it ends, to wash off each other's makeup and lie down on the bed to sleep in each other's arms.

"bet. well, i'm fine, working, going out... something like this."

"and richard? what's up with richard?" it was a cardinal topic between them; sure she talked with the rest of the band about it too, but axl could blow up just from her, telling that they were fighting.

"what's up with him? he's okay, we're okay."

"did you two fight?" axl lined up, tossing the ash from his cigarette he was blowing. why did he care so much?

"why? axl, what's up? let's talk about something else."

"nothing, i was just thinking about things."

"nah, then tell me. your thoughts are always interesting."

"are you mocking me now, angel?" the way he said angel seriously did things to her. y/n dreamed about axl calling her angel every time she was cooking dinner for themselves, or drawing her close when they were ready to sleep. or just say that she's an angel between two moans as he dragged the third orgasm while riding him on this couch. "i was just thinking about butchering your boyfriend and bury him in his garden."

"what?" y/n snickered, covering her lips with her hand. imagining as axl and the other four was digging a hole in the garden in the dead of the night, with richard's body beside them in a black bag was somehow both funny and creepy. "why, what did he do?"

"he took you away from me."

what?

"what?" y/n stopped in her motion, looking at him. axl looked at the ground, sighing.

"you can't tell me with a pure heart y/n, that you are happy beside him."

"well, we have some arguments, but it's okay, we're--"

"he hit you." he stated, looking in front of himself as she wasn't even there.

"what?! axl, i swear he's not a monster!" she yelled. well, it was true, but why did he have to bring up?"

"believe me, i know an abused people when i see one. and you didn't hide well the bruise on your side the last time you were changing in my room."

"you got nothing to do with it." y/n protested, ready to stand up, but her friend suddenly catch her hand, pulling her back. grabbing her face with his hands, she looked deeply into her eyes.

"yes, i got to do. i broke down at home, that's why i got away, and i'm not gonna wait until you get into hospital, or you call me up at 2am, crying that you're bleeding. i'm not gonna wait until you self-harm, until you don't know where to got, until you have to walk on eggshells at home, where all your job is to be comfortable."

"axl, it's--"

"you are fucking precious, y/n. i know you don't think about yourself like this, but you seriously can light up a room when you step into one. you were the reason i survived for so long despite i was arrested several times, and you were the reason why i began to play music here in los angeles, so you could come after me and we could do some good things together. you were the first one who protected e in my life, on that night, when you fucking ran out and began to swing that pan, it's ridiculous when we talk about that, but back there i could never thank you enough times for what you did. you care about me, you think about me, and maybe i'm too fucking selfish to let you go down and lose yourself."

tears began to well up in her eyes, axl let go her face, brushing her hair.

"do you mean this, axl?"

"i mean every single word, you never have to doubt me. you don't have to feel bad about asking for help, and if you ask, please, may i be the first who you ask."

"i don't want to bother you, axie... you got big things to do, you'll be famous, and i don't want you to stress about my things." she sniffled, closing her eyes.

"never say that, angel. no band can be more important than you. i didn't say these things to crawl under your skin, to tear you away from your love, but i don't want you to get hurt. love doesn't hurt, and..."

"and?"

"i can't say this."

"axie, please." she pleaded, looking for his eyes with hers. her eyes eat up his looks.

"i'd be much more chilled if you came home with me, and then tomorrow i call the guys and go to richard's and your rent. you can pack your stuff in peace, duff has a car, so we can bring your stuff to me, or any guy you want."

y/n hold his face, tilted her forehead to his, tapping his cheek with her thumb.

"i believe that you got scared, axl. and you don't manipulate, you just say the things you see. you are too much of a trouble to manipulate." at that, axl rolled his eyes, making her giggle.

"i know i'm not the best person to live with, but i'd never lift a hand upon anybody i love. i'd never dare to do that, okay?"

"i know that, baby. if you and the guys can come tomorrow, i'll break up with richard."

"did i convince you that good?"

"yes... well, no. it's just... i dated him just to be with someone. the man i want to be with probably never would think of me as a lover."

"than he's a big idiot." by that, she knew she can risk it.

"yeah... and he's sitting right in front of me."

after seconds of silence, axl leaned away.

"fuck, that's me!"

"wow, sherlock!" y/n laughed.

"you really love me?"

"yeah, is it that unbelievable?" y/n leaned her head on his shoulder.

"how could anybody like you being in love with me, angel?" axl whispered, lightning a cigarette.

"i'm not better than you, axie. but i'm glad you like me too."

"i'm not just liking you, i fucking love you. and if my band fulfill my expectations, you'll come with me everywhere and you'll live like a queen." he stated, rolling one of her strands between his fingers.

"i'm going to be a burden when y'all want to tour the whole world."

"fucking not, y/n. you deserve to be treated well, and if i can give you that, i'm sure as hell will. i wouldn't say that if you weren't an angel."

"i'm not an angel." she whispered. "i just love you."

turning to him, axl wrapped his hands around her waist, placing her legs on his lap. pulling her to himself, y/n pulled him closer to herself to kiss him. the way he hold her made her knees go weak, brushing the back of his neck as his tongue danced with hers. she bit into his lips, making axl whine.

"so nasty, aren't we angel?" he asked as they parted, making her kiss him again, licking her palate. "god, you are so soft."

richard was nowhere to be found when y/n grabbed into axl's arm to go home.

duff was driving the car the next morning, slash sat on the passenger's seat, steve, y/n and axl sat in the back of the car.

"you sure he's not home?" duff asked, pulling down on the road as y/n told him.

"yeah, he's working now, and his shift ends at 7pm."

"i'd beat that woman-abuser bloke even if he was home." slash said, blowing out the cigarette smoke. y/n's legs were shaking, axl tried to calm her by placing his hand on her thigh.

"don't be nervous, angel, it's gonna be alright."

"yeah, he probably wouldn't dare to stand up to the four of us." steve added, smiling at her. when they arrived, duff nodded with his head in the direction of richard's house.

"i'll make it quick." y/n said, but she stopped in her movements when she saw duff opening the trunk, getting out a baseball bat and a crowbar, giving it to slash. "guys, i don't think it will be necessary."

"it's better be safe than sorry." axl told her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. duff and slash stood by the door as they stepped in.

"can i watch the telly?" steven asked, sitting down on the couch. y/n nodded, climbing up on the stairs.

"of course!"

while y/n packed her stuff, axl opened the drawer, finding her underwear. he tutted, grabbing one of her pink bralette.

"is this beauty yours, princess?" he asked smirking, laughing when y/n catch out from his hand while blushing like a crab.

"don't touch my stuff!" y/n threw that drawer's contain in her bag, but when she began to collect her makeup from the dressing table, she felt axl's chest pressing to her back, his lips licked her ears, grabbing her waist, brushing her ribs.

"i respect that you want to cause me surprises." axl muttered, making her whine as he bucked his hips into her backside.

"baby, i gotta... i gotta pack my things before richard comes home..." trying to form coherent sentences, she tried to hold down axl's hands, but it was gasoline on fire; he turned her to sit her up on the table, tossing down the lipsticks and her brushes.

"i thought you wanna make richard jealous..." he whispered, licking her lips.

"i just don't want you to get arrested for physical violence."

"how caring you are, princess. i'll let you go if you give me one kiss."

"only one?" she giggled, making axl roll his eyes. giving him a sloppy kiss, y/n perched down from the dressing table, tossing all her makeup into her linen bag.

"you done, angel?" he asked, seeing her zipping her bag. y/n nodded, ready to bend down to grab it, but axl was faster, carrying it down the stairs. steven still sat on the couch, watching thundarr the barbarian while munching on some chips.

out of nowhere, y/n heard a car's braking sound. looking out on the window, she saw richard's car.

"fuck, it's can't be possible! i knew he's working, then why--"

"don't worry y/n, there won't be a problem." duff said, tossing down the cigarette to the patio, holding the baseball bat.

"please don't beat him up!" she pleaded axl, but richard was on his way to the door.

"what the fuck is going on?! y/n, can you just explain what the fuck are you and these assholes doing?"

"she's moving out, that's what we're doing, asshole." slash replied.

"what the hell are those... things in your hands?" richard asked back, trying to enter the door, but slash blocked it with the crowbar. "would you please let me into my fucking house to talk with my fucking girlfriend?"

"nuh-uh. she comes out, then you go in."

"y/n, what the fuck?!" richard screamed.

"i'm dumping you, richard. i've just collected my things to move out."

"and if you let us, we'll disappear before you could blink twice." axl added. richard noticed him, laughing.

"really, y/n? you go off with this fucking junkie nihilist?"

"his name is axl, and he wouldn't dare to hit me!" she said, stepping out to walk to the car, but he grabbed her arm.

"you're not going anywhere, you'll stay here and we will--"

"you two will what? you'll beat her, huh? you could be, but not on my watch, bro." axl grabbed richard's t-shirt, pulling im close to his face. "if i see you beating another woman again, i'll butcher you up and bury you into your garden, fucker."

peeling his hand off from her's, y/n waited for the guys to go to the car. steven was the last who came out, with the bag of chips in his hand.

"you have a cool telly, man, can we take that too?"

"come on, steve." slash muttered, turning his back to the house. sitting in after placing y/n's stuff and the weapons in the trunk, duff started the engine.

"you'll regret this, y/n! he will throw you away for another whore the next week!" richard yelled, but he only got axl's and duff's middle fingers.

"fuck with your dog or your mother, you motherfucker!" axl said back, making them laugh. y/n hold his hand, gibing a kiss on his neck as they rolled out from the street.

"thank you so much, baby."

"anything for you, angel."

"and what do we get?" slash asked, looking into the rear view. y/n acted like she was deep into her thoughts.

"uhmm... you can take the telly, but only at night. and don't leave fingerprints!"

axl kissed her as steve yelled beside them because of victory. from now on, she knew that they gonna protect each other from anything that gets in their way.

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[skinomyteethh]

Hey!! i was wondering if you could write something on izzy maybe i don’t know if this will make sense but he gets embarrassed during sex? you know, trying to normalise things that happen during sex that arnt spoke about (in most) of the fics i read but it’s totally cool if your not comfortable with it!💞

₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘ first time nervousness

pairing: izzy stradlin x fem! reader.

summary: accidents happen!

contains/warnings: reader and izzy's first time. fingering. slight nipple play ig. little pussy slapping. oral (f. receiving). etc.

authors note: OKAY SO i tried my best to like execute the idea of izzy getting embarrassed and like mixing it with the fact that accidents also happen while having sex sometimes and that it doesn't have to kill the mood. I hope I did good! and uh hope y'all like it!

sexual thematics or even the simple thought of sexual relations were somewhat frightening to them, throughout their prolonged relationship they had only shared a few promiscuous touches and kisses, yet they desperately wanted to take a more intimate step in their relationship, feelings of nervousness seemed to block their ability to express their true desires.

[name] laid against the beige bedsheets, her eyes glancing down at izzy's pale hands as they trailed down up her torso carefully and gently as if she were fragile and delicate, made of glass. his right hand advanced up to her tits, cupping one of them, squeezing it rather roughly. a wince of pain parted her lips, izzy quickly removed his hand, leaning down to place soft kisses around her perked nipple. it wasn't his intent to hurt her, he just got carried away.

soft, almost desperate apologies escaped his light pink lips, it somewhat embarrassed him, he was supposed to make her feel pleasure not pain. he continued to apologize while she reassured him that everything was fine, accidents happen.

he slowly sat back up, slotting his face in between her thighs, he brought his left hand up, spreading her folds with his pointer and middle finger, dragging his tongue down her cunt. both the bridge and tip of his nose occasionally bumped into her clit whilst he began to eat her out causing her bruised and bitten red lips to part, pleading moans spilling from them.

shortly after he removed his head from the snug spot in-between her thighs, gently slapping her cunt, coating his fingers in her arousal. each and everyone of his moves were all experimental, he wanted to see what exactly felt pleasurable to her. her soft, warm fingers wrapped around his wrist, bringing his hand up towards he mouth.

[name] slowly opened her mouth, breathing heavily. she slowly began to lick and suck his long, pale fingers. he promptly slid his fingers out of her mouth, carefully trailing them down and inserting them into her, a mantra of moans spewing from her lips. he steadily pumped his fingers in a back and forth motion, speeding up his pace once in a while.

just as she was on the brink of her orgasm he pulled his fingers out, lovingly placing kisses on her lower stomach, inching closer to her inner thighs before sitting on his knees, lining up his painfully hard, pre-cum covered cock with her entrance. steadily, he slid in, causing her to tighten her grasp on the beige bedsheets, tugging on them as a loud, almost pornographic moan echoed through the bedroom.

Izzy maintained a rather calm, loving pace. he was worried about somehow hurting her again, he didn't want to hurt his precious jewel, at least not anymore. she grasped onto his forearm as his grip on her waist tightened, begging for him to go faster, harder. he skeptically obliged, fasten his pace.

the most desperate, adorable groans and whines escaped from his pink lips as he felt her warm, velvety, wet walls around him, her cunt seemed to lore him back in for more every-time he pulled out. he felt as if he was on cloud nine, he never expected these sinful acts to feel so euphoric. a keen, loud, and pleasure-filled cry whimper erupted from the back of [name]'s throat as she finally reached her awaited orgasm, it was a completely inexplicable feeling.

as he continued to thrust into her, a white, sticky ring of her orgasm appeared around the base of his cock, each time he pulled out, lines of her arousal mixed with her cum would connect them, causing lewd wet sounds to now accompanying their sounds of pleasure. with every thrust and every groan Izzy breached closer and closer to his orgasm, he soon haphazardly pulled out of her, pumping his length in-front of her face.

thick white spurts of cum ejaculated from his cock as a loud, low groan escaped his lips. he smiled, carelessly laying down next to her, catching his breath as he mumbled soft praises into her ear.

[ovlxo]

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