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Virginity- 2012!Izzy Stradlin x reader
authors note: @jakelinestradlin hope this is good!!! Also I'm not completely sure what year this picture is from, but I'm almost 90 percent sure you wanted a some-what modern izzy fic so.... yeah
Warnings: P in V, oral, fingering, use of curse words.
You were sat on the side stage, your eyes glued to your boyfriend of 2 years playing his guitar roughly. You were turned on to say the least, it made you slightly insecure, because you weren't particularly the type to be sexually active, you were in fact a virgin. As a youngling, your mother told you bunches of horror stories about girls losing their virginity, and it set an idea in your brain that it was horrific to lose it. What also made you insecure was the fact that you've been with Izzy for 2 years now, and the farthest you've gone is oral. He constantly tells you that he doesn't mind, and that he wants you to feel comfortable and ready.
Tonight was the night. You were going let Izzy take your virginity. You waited patiently for the next few years, excited to get to your hotel room. Thankfully, you were already on the tour bus, making your way to the hotel room. You hopped the steps quickly, making your way to the hotel room.
"Babe wait," He chuckled, trying to catch up. "Why're you walking so fast"
"I need you Izz," you looked into his brown eyes, slightly nervous, and very, very horny.
"You mean like," He looked down at you inquisitively.
You nodded, he grabbed your hand and started walking towards the hotel lobby doors, not saying another word. You were scared, but you really really loved Izzy, and you knew that he was for sure the one you wanted. Plus, he is a rockstar, so he knows what he's doing.
Izzy gave his name, and in turn, the lady handed him the room key. You hadn't even noticed he was carrying your shared duffle bag. He grabbed your hand once again softly, and you both made your way to the hotel room. As soon as that door shut, you turned to Izzy, standing nervously, and kind of awkwardly. He walked up to you, and put his hands on your arms.
"Is this what you want?" He asked genuinely. "You absolutely do not need to feel pressured to have sex with me, at all"
"I know baby," You smiled up at him. "I want to, I know you'll be gentle and all. I love you Izz, I want you to be the one"
He smiled lightly before leaning down and kissing you. His calloused hands ran down to your waist, gripping you close. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, you parted your mouth. Your hands quickly found his hair, tugging it lightly. He grabbed your ass, kneading it gently, you let out a soft whimper.
Izzy pushed you back a bit, making you fall into the bed, he climbed in between your legs, his hands kneading your breasts. He unbuttoned your black shirt, kissing your neck and collar bone. Izzy's hands snaked behind your back, unclasping your bra and sliding it down your arms. His mouth quickly found your nipples, sucking on the right one, while his hand twisted the left.
You moaned quietly, your back arching into him. His kissed down your stomach, stopping at the hem of your pants, he looked up at you for permission. You nodded, lifting your hips so Izzy could slide them off. It didn't take long before his tongue was playing with your bud. You moaned, your hand entangled in his fluffy short hair. He chuckled, the vibrations making you moan louder. His middle finger prodded your entrance, before sliding in completely, you gasped. He continued to eat you out for a few moments before stopping, and coming up to look you in the eyes.
"Are you absolutely sure you want this?" He looked at you genuinely. "I don't want to hurt you, or make you feel forced.
"I promise babe," You smiled at him. "I want it to happen"
He nodded and reached for his wallet, pulling out the black little packet. Izzy opened it and pulled his pants down, your eyes immediately looking at his length, even with his age, it was still huge. He sat in between your legs, pulling them apart gently. His eyes looked into yours, asking one last time for permission. You nodded and he leaned down to kiss you, before sliding in slowly. You gasped a bit, you weren't going to lie, it hurt just a bit. He immediately looked at your face, his rough hand coming up to caress your face softly.
"You're doing good love," He whispered.
"Y-you can move now," You said.
He moved his hips slowly, careful not to completely thrust all the way. After a few minutes, you needed more. You were ready for it. Izzy kissed your nose, smiling at you lightly. His arms rested on either side of your body.
"Faster please," You said quietly.
"Hm?" Izzy hummed.
"Faster?" You asked again louder.
Izzy sped up just a bit, still treating you like glass. His right hand went to move your hair out of your face, your eyes were screwed shut, your mouth hung ajar slightly.
"You look hot like this," He chuckled.
You blushed, and leaned your head to the side. His hand moved it back to where it was. You smiled.
"Your doing so so good for me love," He mumbled. "You feel so good"
"Thank you," You giggled, before letting out a small moan. Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth, embarrassed. He grabbed your hand and placed it next to you. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. Your legs started to shake, you moaned, your stomach began to tighten, and with that, you came. Izzy looked at you lovingly and pulled out.
"Did you... you know?" You looked at him, as he was pulling his boxers back on after discarding the condom.
"No, but it's okay," He smiled at you, before grabbing one of his shirts, and pair of your underwear from the duffel bag throwing it at you.
"Are you sure?" You looked at him, before getting up and sliding the clothes on.
"My worry wasn't on me," He said laying down under the covers. "My focus was on making you feel good"
"Well, you definitely did," You blushed deeply before getting into bed. "Y'know, you still got it for an old man"
You giggled, when he looked at you with an unimpressed look on his face.
"Just you wait till your my age," He laughed and pulled you closer to him.
THE END
#izzy stradlin#guns n roses#guns n roses imagine#guns n roses smut#izzy stradlin smut#izzy stradlin fic
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Hi, would you be ok writing a 3some with Izzy and Julian Casablancas from the Strokes ? Smut, I would really love it!
IDK WHO JULIAN IS BUT SURE 🫶🫶🫶🫶
I’m always up for writing about new people🫶
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Reptile -smut
Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x reader x Julian Casablancas
Warnings: threesome, oral M! Receiving, fingering, unprotected p in v , oral F! Receiving, slight degrading/ slight praise, hand job
Second person POV:
You were on tour as a roadie for your ex’s band, it wasn’t that bad that he was your ex, you were still friends with Julian. But god knowing what that body could do and how it could make your weak to your knees was eating away at you. This wasn’t your first time being a roadie for a band, hell or even having an ex in a band, you used to work for Guns ‘n Rose’s back in their Use Your Illusion album makings. You dated Izzy before he left to go down his own bath with the Ju-Ju Hounds. Looking back you really do have a type for dark haired boys.
You were now touring in old familiar LA, having a lot of time to kill as the next show was only in a few days. Walking down streets you remember well, when you used to be with Izzy. After what was maybe a an hour or two of wondering around you went back to the tour bus to go check on Julian and the others. Walking up the steps to the tour bus in your short leather jeans and a tight band shirt, you heard Julian laughing and chuckling from a mile away, with someone else who was familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Entering the bus Julian immediately looked at you and smiled, he was sitting by the couch with someone else but your couldn’t see them as their back was turned and the couch was snuck in between the make shift walls of the bus. “Oh shit Y/N! Come here!” Julian said as he waved for you to come over. “Look who I picked up.” He said smuggly directing you to avert your gaze at the person in-front of him. Izzy. “Hey babe, I haven’t seen you in a while…” Izzy smirked his eyes scanning you under his dark sunglasses. His one hand finding your hip and greeting you with a squeeze of the skin. You blushed hard, missed his voice and his touch.
Soon after a light chat, you were sitting on the couch between the two men, having a more in-depth chat, but slipping in a joke or two. Soon you were drinking with them, laughing and giggling over past time stories. Julian was telling a story about when you and him went to the beach, his arm slumped across your shoulders on the top of the couch. You were listening intently, your drunkenness leading you too start starring at his lips and your mind wondering to a darker place. You clenched your thighs together, bitting the inside of your cheek as you imagined him doing things to your body. You were quickly taken out of it as you felt Izzy’s hand snake onto your thigh. His fingers digging for space between your thighs and separating them with ease and just one finger. His hand lingered there, his expression not changing, seeming so innocent, but he was looking you up and down with lust in his eyes under those sunglasses. Julian noticed your visible blush and Izzy’s hand. Jealousy. His hand now coming off the couch to play with the ends of your hair from your shoulder, and with his other hand trailing to your vacant thigh. God you were a wet mess down there, fuck. Julian gave your thigh a squeeze. Code for: ‘pay attention to me’. You tried hard to ignore the handsy men and listen to Julians story. Izzy grit his teeth, he wanted you to melt at his touch and give him all the attention. You were regardless, you were just using all your strength to not seem like it.
The conversation strayed to less and less serious as it got darker outside as the glasses got emptier and as the two dark haired mens hands trailed further up your thigh and shifted closer to you. “ I must say, you definitely do have a type.” Izzy said with a chuckle. You quirked an eyebrow at the sudden change of topic. “Yeah, you do, me and Izzy are literally twins but older!” Julian exclaimed. You rolled your eyes as they started making small suggestive jokes, not enough to make your stomach turn though. “So… who’s your favourite?” Julian asked smugly. Both of the men watching you impatiently waiting for an answer. You didn’t have a favourite, even if you did you wouldn’t tell them. “You’re both my favourite in different ways.” You answered, rolling your eyes as you took a sip of your drink. “What ways?” Julian perked. “In bed probably.” Izzy said sipping his drink as well. “So who’s better in bed then babe?” Julian asked, his face drawing closer to you. His eyes scanning from your eyes to your lips. “Yeah, who baby…?” Izzy repeated slowly, his hand starting to come off your thigh and lightly press against the crotch if your leather shorts. You let out a small soft gasp at the action. You tried to laugh to laugh it off, but they were serious. You missed the feeling of them touching you like this. “It’s been too long, I can’t say.” You told them. “Well then… maybe we can refresh your memory…” Julian said, placing his one hand on your cheek and caressed it as he looked into your eyes. “If you want us too…” Izzy said, retracting his hand from your clothed heat slowly. You whined at the now empty feeling. You wanted them more than anything. You nodded in response. “Use your words baby.” Julian said. You swallowed hard. “Please.” You sighed. “Please what?” Izzy chimed in. “I want both of you to fuck me. Now.” You confessed with lust in your voice. That was all they need to hear to get their gears grinding.
You were taken to Julians bedroom on the bus, which was just a small closet like room with a mattress filling all of it. Izzy threw you on the bed and started to shed his clothes. Julian had already stripped off his shirt on your way to the room so he began to take off your clothes. Taking off your shirt, kissing your neck, sliding his hand to unbutton your leather shorts, rubbing against the fabric restricting him from your pussy. Pulling off the shorts and finally getting to tease you as he pulled your panties down at an excruciatingly slow pace. You whined for him to hurry up as your body was aching for friction. “Fuck I missed those sounds you make.” He in a low voice and kissed you harshly, biting your bottom lip and sticking his tongue in your mouth, making out half naked on his bed. You opened your eyes to look at what Izzy was doing, he had just finished throwing most of his clothes on the floor except his underwear. You starred at his hard on and hot body whilst lightly moaning into Julian’s mouth as his hard dick under his jeans pressed against your clit. Izzy noticed your wandering eyes and pleading noises. He gave you a wink and your face burned hot. This man could make you weak so fast.
Your positions changed soon enough, ad Julian had to shed down his jeans. Izzy on the other hand was whispering dirty things in your ear, his hand snaking under your panties, one finger trailing to your folds and slipping in, pushing it until your slick ran down his knuckle. He took it out and rubbed your own wet on your clit. You gasped and moaned as you held onto his neck for dear life. “You always liked it when I did that. Little slut.” He whispered a low groan in your ear, as he inserted two fingers in your and continued to rub your clit with his thumb. He curled his fingers in you, making your body jolt and your lower stomach burn with pleasure. “Oh baby, I didn’t know you liked to be called names?” Julian said as he crawled over next to you. He played your hair, watching your face burn hot from Izzy finger fucking you. Watching intently, his dick getting harder at each moan you expelled. You arched your back, your eyes clenched shut, your mouth slightly a gape. Julian and Izzy knew this facial expression well, and it turned them on a lot more knowing you’re going to reach your peak soon. Izzy sucked and left hickeys on your neck as he continued to brutally fuck your wet cunt with his two fingers. “Fuck- I’m gonna-…” you gasped. “We know baby.” Julian said as he kissed you on the cheek. “Cum for us.” He finished. You moaned loudly and your legs shook. Izzy held one of them down to the bed by your thighs and Julian did the same with the other. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You chanted and whined. Your pussy burning in hot ecstasy as you were near your climax. “Izzy, please don’t stop…” you groaned right before you came all over Izzy’s hand. “You are such a pretty slut after you cum.” Julian said, holding you cheek softly as you rode down from your high, panting. Izzy took his fingers out of you, licking off your wetness. That action made you somehow wetter. “Good job baby.” He praised as he kissed you.
“Seems like you do have a favourite.” Julian said, referencing you moaning out Izzy’s name. You cheekily responded that he didn’t do anything in that moment to make you cum. He perked an eyebrow, taking it as a challenge. He pulled down your soaked panties, throwing it god knows where and started the lap up your wetness with his tongue. You clutched onto his hair with one hand, pulling as you gasped and groaned as he licked your overstimulated cunt. You looked over to Izzy as he pulled off his boxers, about to start jerking himself off. You stopped him and replaced his hand with yours. You gripped his dick as Julian began to work his tongue on your clit and trail off to go in your pussy. You began to pump Izzy’s dick, moaning and whining at the feeling if Julian eating you out. “Fuck… Julian…” you moaned. Your pussy was already so sensitive that you could cum at an sudden movement. You continued to move your hand up and down Izzy’s big hard dick, his head flinging back in pleasure, groaning as your pleased him. Julian grabbed your legs and pulled your pussy closer to his face, eating you out like an animal. Your hands clutched hard on Izzy’s dick and the other in between Julians soft hair. You and Izzy were both close as your privates throbbed. You moaned louder and louder until your reached your sweet release again, still pumping Izzy, but your hand faltering as you came over Julians mouth. Mumbling Julians name as you came down your second high and as Izzy’s cum spilled over your hand.
After having a small rest with Izzy and Julian before going for another round. You still needed more. You wanted them to be in you. Glancing at their hard dicks, nearly drooling. “Do you want to say something baby?” Julian asked noticing your gaze. You blushed in embarrassment. “You want something don’t you honey.” Izzy chimed in. You didn’t say anything but the way you stayed quiet said everything. “ You are such a dirty whore.” Izzy said to you before motioning for you to sit on his lap. You crawled over to him, first facing him, but he turned you around and you sat in his lap. His raw dick pressing against your cunt. Both of the men loved teasing you, and got off from it. They loved to make you beg. “Izzy please.” You pleaded for him to put his dick in your needy pussy. His tip grazed your folds, near your entrance, pushing into you slowly as he held onto your hips. You whined at the feeling of him stretching you out while he filled your pussy. You moaned and panted when he all the way in, resting as you hadn’t him like this with you in a while. Izzy kissed your necked and looked forward to Julian who was watching you moan on Izzy’s dick. “And what about poor Julian, huh baby?” Izzy whispered. You looked at Julian but he was already looking you. You called him over with your eyes, and he moved closer to you. You moved off Izzy’s lap but Izzy’s followed your movements and kept his dick in you. You were now on your knees, Izzy behind you ready to rail you till you couldn’t walk. You stretched your back down like a cat and put your hands on Julians thighs and licked his dick from base to top slowly. He groaned in and cussed in pleasure as you began to take his whole length in your mouth.
“Mmm, fucking whore. You like having two dicks in you, don’t ya?” Izzy said as he held onto your gips and thrusted into your g-spot, making your body move and deep throat Julian. “Fuck, you take us so well…” Julian groaned as he fisted your hair and flung his head back as you gagged on his dick. “Such a good girl…” Izzy let out a low groan as he snapped his hips back into you hard and the slaps began to echo in the small room. You moaned at his words, sending vibrations through Julians dick and making him hold your hair tighter and push your head down onto him. Tears began to prick your eyes, you were on cloud nine. You would always get so turned listening to Julian as you sucked him off, being completely defenseless to you. Izzy fucking your pussy like there’s no tomorrow, thinking about how his dick is so desperate for your pussy could make you cum right there. Both these men were helpless when it came to you. “Shit- Fuck-“ Izzy cursed as his dick began to twitch in you and his thrusts became uneven. You moaned harder as he really dug harder into your g spot, fuck you were gonna cum again. Your legs shook under Izzy’s hands. “Our little slut is gonna cum again soon, isn’t she.” Izzy said moaning ad he was nearly gonna cum too. Julian was too as he held your head down and twitched in your mouth, thrusting his hips up, face fucking you. Your body was so sensitive for all the past orgasms that you felt like your could past put when your third one of the night came. Cumming all over Izzy’s dick and moaning on Julians. “Fuck baby- I’m gonna-“ and with that Julian spilled all in your mouth and down your throat, you swallowed it all whilst looking up at Julian who’s face was red and his hair was disheveled. Not that yours was worse. He could have cum right there again as he watched you swallow his load. “Such a good girl…” he caressed your cheek and praised you. Izzy was close aswell, without Julian in your mouth now he could hear your moan as he pummelled your pussy. “Fuck- scream for me baby- yes…” He said thrusting his last thrust into you, you moaning as loud as you could, and he finally came in you. Shooting his hot cum in you, coating your walls. After a few seconds of panting and heavy breathing he pulled out and watched as the cum dripped down your legs.
“Our precious whore.”
#guns n roses#izzy stradlin#axl rose#duff mckagan#steven adler#slash#duff gnr#axl gnr#slash gnr#steven gnr#izzy gnr#izzy stradlin x reader#izzy stradlin smut#julian casablancas#the strokes#julian casablancas smut#julian x reader#julian Casablancas x reader
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Rocket Queen (18+)
Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x fem!reader
Summary: Izzy and his girl have sex in the recording booth, so her moans can appear in Rocket Queen
Warnings: explicit language, depictions of sex
A/N: we all know the story behind Rocket Queen, but I thought I’d change it up a bit. This has been in my drafts for a while as it’s a scenario I think about quite a lot? Anyway, I’m still a little unsure about this one, but I hope you all enjoy! x
Her head shot back in bliss as Izzy entered her with ease, a groan leaving both of their throats as the familiar feeling washed over them.
“Remember not to hold back, baby” Izzy grunted beside her ear. She whimpered as his words shot straight to her core.
When the idea was proposed to her, she was taken aback with how outrageous and downright sleazy it was. It really shouldn’t have been a shock, given the reputation of the band. It took a little contemplation on her part to come to a decision. After all, this wasn’t just for her and Izzy’s listening pleasure, this would be heard by everyone for decades to come.
She had pushed boundaries before, but this was risqué even for her. Izzy was completely comfortable with it, in fact extremely turned on when she told him she would do it. There were exceptions, however. There would be complete non-disclosure, and the knowledge would be kept to the band. Now here they were, in the recording booth engaging in the lewdest act she could ever imagine.
Their bodies collide with every thrust Izzy makes, and she finds it difficult to keep her legs wrapped around his body – her muscles already losing strength with the pace he has set.
He made sure not to let out too many sounds himself, as the focus was on her today. Besides, he intended to pick up on every last sound she’d made as a result of what he was doing to her. It was heaven to his ears.
Her moans continued to fill the stifled air of the booth as Izzy continues to stretch her so deliciously, overwhelming her senses and drowning her in bliss. Before she could relish in the feeling too long, Izzy had grabbed the underside of her knee and pulled her left leg onto his shoulder. The new angle giving him access to her sweetest spot, pounding into her harder.
The sound that left her lips was pornographic, and she dug her nails deeper into the pale skin of his back. He growled, more out of pleasure than pain and kept the steady pace.
“Fuck, right there Iz” she mewled, biting her kiss swollen lips.
“Right,” his breathy voice began, “there?” following the word with a rough thrust that forced another moan out of her mouth accompanied by the clenching of her walls. She threw her head back again, hair bouncing up and down with the overwhelming pace Izzy adopted.
“Gotta be louder baby, we all need to hear you” he panted.
The lewd sound of skin on skin got louder and louder as Izzy rested his forehead on hers. The sweaty mass of jet-black hair clinging to his forehead as his mouth hung agape. He doesn’t think he’ll last much longer, but he’s holding himself back as long as he can.
“You’re loving this aren’t you?” he growls, “everyone hearing what I’m doing to you” as he begins licking and sucking up her neck.
“I forgot about everyone else a long time ago” she breathes, and he smirks, now fully focused on making her reach that pinnacle. He knows it’s too soon to let her go, but it’s too good not to do so.
The sex scented air becomes thick, her moans and his growls blending into an obscene, vulgar melody of pleasure as he fucks her harder into the wall of the recording booth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck” he mutters with each powerful thrust, and her toes curl in response to his eager words.
The one leg still wrapped around his hip grips tighter as that familiar knot in the pit of her stomach begins to tighten. She is dangerously close, and he picks up on her signals. He snakes one hand between them and begins rubbing her clit in harsh, yet gentle circles.
She squeals, her moans becoming overwhelming, and her walls clench violently around Izzy. His thrusts keep their roughness but become sloppier as he gets closer to his undoing.
The knot in her stomach unravels as her eyes roll into the back of her head. She comes, voicing her utter passion with all sorts of profanities and obscene moans tumbling from her lips. Izzy leads her through it all, groaning as he feels her juices run down him, and it’s enough to send him over the edge.
He grips her thighs tight, almost certain to leave bruises as he finishes with a forceful thrust. His body tenses as the overwhelming pleasure forces his eyes shut as he finishes inside her throbbing heat.
Mouths still hung agape; they bring themselves back to each other.
“Holy shit” she laughs, chest heaving as she tries to regain her breath, “did we really just do that?”
Izzy responds with a sloppy kiss, the salty taste of sweat coating both of their lips.
“My Rocket Queen”.
#izzy stradlin#izzy stradlin imagine#izzy stradlin smut#izzy stradlin x reader#gnr fanfic#gnr x reader#gnr imagine#gnr smut#my writing
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‘Til Death and Beyond (Slash x Reader)
Pairing: Slash x Reader
Words: 1,965
Request: anon! “Hi luv ! I was wondering if I could request an imagine with slash and the reader at their wedding reception. Just them being all cute and married together.”
A/N: Imagine all the boys giving speeches at your wedding...amazing. A sickly sweet and gushy wedding fic for you on this Sunday. Enjoy, my loves!
Taglist: @ubernoxa @the--blackdahlia @reigns420 @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @rumoured-whispers @dustnbones
“Oh, shit, Y/N.” Slash said under his breath to you as he reached out to lock your hand securely in his. “I don’t know how to dance.” He placed his other hand on your waist and you placed your free hand on his shoulder.
“Babe, it’s just a slow dance. We don’t have to break out a waltz or anything.” You reassured him affectionately as you swayed for your first dance, your long ball gown grazing against the floor.
“Can you imagine?” He chuckled. You took in the sight of him, still in leather pants, except they were nice leather pants. He had long ditched his tuxedo jacket and had his white button up unbuttoned—always unorthodox and free-spirited was your husband. Husband, you thought again, mulling over the word in your mind and feeling a wave of love. Suddenly, he grinned at you and brushed his fingers against your cheek.
“What, is there something wrong?” You asked anxiously; there were a lot of people watching. The last thing you wanted was something on your face or something amiss.
“No! You just look so fucking beautiful.”
Lenny Kravitz, Slash’s longtime friend, was singing “May This Be Love” by Jimi Hendrix and strumming guitar softly. You rested your head on Slash’s shoulder, getting teleported back to all the times you had listened to this song together. One of your first dates, curled together on his bed half-dressed, his lips lazily leaving kisses on your head. Whenever he was playing guitar and noticed you were listening, it was the song he would transition to. He would even sing for you, but only you.
There were moments often where you felt like you needed to pinch yourself. When you went out together and Slash was recognized and got swarmed by adoring fans. When you listened to Guns N’ Roses songs and the guitar solos hit and you were reminded the man playing them loved you. And then the private moments, your most cherished, when he would make sure you were fully covered by the blankets, those moments of love that reminded you just how lucky you really were.
You and Slash were soon seated right in the center of your reception area—a ritzy LA hotel reception area with shiny oak, warm candelabra lighting, grand stone columns and marble floors. Almost immediately, you jumped at the sound of Duff hitting his glass with a knife too loudly.
“Oops,” he muttered in amusement, before loudly continuing. “Hello, everybody, can I have a moment?” He was Slash’s best man; therefore, he would be starting off the speeches. You felt yourself grow apprehensive and almost nervous; it appeared Duff had indulged in cocktail hour. You just prayed he wasn’t too far gone yet as he turned his gaze to you and Slash fondly.
“I just wanna say, to the bride and groom, I’m so fucking happy for you two.” You pressed a smile, hoping your older relatives didn’t mind his language. Slash laughed good-naturedly. “No, seriously. I’ve been rooting for you guys...since the very beginning—Slash, man, don’t you remember? I see you nodding—don’t get embarrassed! Okay,” Duff turned to his audience excitedly, now armed with a story. “So, I remember—way back when—it was at one of our gigs at the Troubadour, or maybe it was the Whiskey. Anyways, we were about to start ‘Sweet Child’ and I had already noticed Slash was almost avoiding one side of the stage. He’s almost been playing the whole gig with his back turned to the crowd or kinda like, sideways. It was weird. Anyways, we’re about to start ‘Sweet Child’ and Slash keeps messing up.” You giggled and the rest of your audience laughed; you remembered this story very well.
Slash was now ducking his head in embarrassment, holding your hand in his tighter. “We had to restart like three times. Axl was furious, Izzy and I were just like ‘what is going on?’ It wasn’t until later I found out Slash had seen Y/N for the first time standing in crowd up front at this show.” You heard a wave of aww rise up from the crowd, and warm smiles in your direction. “He was so intimidated and nervous by her that he wouldn’t even go to that side of the stage, and he psyched himself out and everything. Anyways, I guess it all worked out, didn’t it?” Duff grinned, raising his glass. “I love you both, congrats!”
Steven stood up next enthusiastically, practically bouncing. “Slash, Y/N, you did it! Finally hitched, finally. It’s like Duff was saying, I was rooting for you both since the beginning. Have any of you guys ever noticed the difference between Slash when he’s with Y/N and when he’s not?” Some of the crowd chuckled, some were even nodding. “I’m serious! There’s a difference! And I’ve known this guy for a while. When he’s not, I mean he’s still Slash, but when she’s around it’s like the sun is shining, the angels are singing—he’s happier! And I like it when you’re around too, Y/N. I love you two! Good job!” Steven grinned, blowing you kisses. Your heart melted at his loving praise.
Axl stood next, calm and cool, one hand in his pocket. “I knew this was serious back...I guess it was a few years ago, I don’t remember when. Slash hates conflict. There was a fight, not a fight just a disagreement, between you two. Slash came storming into the studio and he was pretty upset, just withdrawn and occupied. I brushed it off as like a typical girl problem, I even told myself what does it matter anyways, it’s not a serious thing. You came then, busting into the studio with all five of us staring. Slash just lit up and you, Y/N—I’ll never forget this. You glared at Slash and said ‘I want this to work and I love you. Nothing is ever going to be greater than that and I don’t want to ever run away and not talk things through. You can keep the snakes.’” The crowd laughed, you and Slash laughed too—you had forgotten about this. “I was like ‘really? All of this over snakes?’ But that’s important to Slash, which therefore was important to you, Y/N. And I knew it was serious and right, because you’d never have an issue compromising for each other. And that’s something special.”
Izzy kept it short, smiling lightly and keeping his head down as he talked. “I can honestly just say I’ve never seen Slash happier than when he’s on the road reading a letter Y/N wrote him. I’ve even seen him drawing pictures of her, like a high school kid drawing pictures in his notebook, in his own little world. And Y/N, we’ve all come to love her too. This whole band owes a lot to her, and I couldn’t be happier for you both.”
All of those words were enough to make you feel complete, until you felt Slash stand up. You watched him, stunned; you both had agreed you weren’t going to make speeches since the thought of it made you both nervous. He glanced down at you and laughed as if knew exactly what you were thinking.
“Um, I know we both said we wouldn’t make a speech or anything, but...I had to.” He said. You knew he was nervous from the sheepish smile on his face and the way he kept running his hands through his hair and shifting his weight. Even his voice, which was slightly shaky. “I never had the slightest clue about what love was, until you. I wouldn’t be me now if it weren’t for the way you’ve loved me all this time. Not to get too sappy or anything, but there are times when it gets hard on the road and the thought of you is what keeps me going, you know? And it bugs me sometimes when people ask you what it’s like to be with a rock star. I’m just me, and that’s all you’ve ever needed. You’ve always treated me like that, like I’m just me. And really, it’s you that rocks my world.” He couldn’t keep from laughing through his words. You were crying and laughing and jumped to your feet as the crowd clapped and cheered and whistled.
“I love you!” You cried, throwing your arms around his neck. He held you tight, picking you up off your feet for a moment.
“I love you more, Mrs. Hudson.” He pulled back, a lopsided grin on his face. “That sounds kinda funny, doesn’t it?”
“No! Funny?” You asked, laughing and hitting his arm as he laughed too. “I love the way it sounds.”
The night went on with the dinner being served and guests coming over to congratulate you both. You got a dance with each of the guys and Slash danced a number of times with your mom and his own mother.
When it was time to throw your bouquet, your best friend caught it. The guys were much more excited to watch Slash retrieve your garter—if only for the chance to try and embarrass Slash.
He had a wobbly smile on his face as he got down to knees to a loud yell from Duff and a whistle from Axl. “Alright, here I go,” he laughed to you before he lifted your large skirt and stuck his head underneath.
“Hey, where’s the fun in that?” Axl booed. You felt Slash kiss up your leg from the privacy of underneath your dress and couldn’t help but blush as you tried to not make eye contact with his parents. His breath on your leg going higher and higher had you struggling not to squirm in your seat and you knew from the smirks of your friends they must have known too. Finally, Slash reappeared, holding your garter in between his teeth to raucous cheering. He tossed it into the crowd, where it landed on top of Izzy’s hat. He immediately began blushing with embarrassment at the attention the garter was garnering. You were just glad the attention was away from you.
Soon, it was time to cut the cake. It was a large tiered cake adorned in beautiful ruby red roses and intricate icing designs almost made to imitate a lace material. Slash didn’t trust himself to be the one to cut into the cake, so you did it with his hand holding yours. Obediently, you cut two pieces for yourselves and ate the first bite, giggling at each other and feeling silly. Slash’s eyes flashed at you and darted next to him to where Duff stood at his side. You glanced next to you, where Steven was smiling. Reading each other’s minds, you both slammed your pieces of cake respectively into his band mates’ faces. Slash couldn’t reach Duff’s face, so most of the cake ended up on his collar and tie. Steven’s shocked face staring back at you made you laugh, but he merely wiped the cake off his face with his finger and licked the icing, laughing too.
Duff took the pieces of fallen cake and tried to get Izzy, who smartly ducked to the back of the crowd. Slash had somehow ended up with cake on his face and you laughed to yourself, pulling him by the collar of his shirt towards you to kiss. You could taste the sweet icing on his lips and smiled into the kiss; he had his hands out in the air to avoid getting cake on your dress.
“I love you,” he told you as he pulled away, still laughing at Duff and Steven trying to rid themselves of cake. You smiled, wrapping your arm around his waist.
“And I love you.”
#slash gnr#slash imagine#guns n roses#gnr#gnr imagine#saul hudson#saul hudson imagine#classic rock#classic rock imagine#80s
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Upcoming Fics That I’m Working On:
If it has a line through it, it’s been completed!
Guns N Roses:
Axl Rose NSFW alphabet
Duff McKagan NSFW alphabet
Slash Hudson NSFW alphabet
Izzy Stradlin x Reader smut fic: He gets turned on when you eat a popsicle in front of him.
Older!Axl Rose x Reader smut fic: You’re his younger girlfriend, and the media is saying a lot of awful things that make Axl feel insecure, so you show him that you love him for who he is, no matter what the paparazzi wants to say about it.
Duff McKagan x Reader smut: size kink.
Slash Hudson x Reader(no smut): You and Slash are a laid back couple, and you accidentally forget about Valentine’s Day, so Axl plans a fancy double date for the two of you, and for him and Stephanie.
Izzy Stradlin x Reader x Axl Rose threesome smut fic: Axl’s been flirting with you and teasing Izzy about possibly stealing you from him for the entirety of the tour, so Izzy fucks you senseless in front of Axl to show him who you belong to(also, Axl joins in towards the end.)
Steven Adler x Reader Hurt/Comfort Smut fic: After Steven finds out that his girlfriend cheated on him with Axl, and that it’s been recorded for a song, he’s hurt. So, he comes to you for comfort.
Izzy Stradlin x Reader Hurt/Comfort and Angry Smut fic: Izzy can usually put up with Axl’s outbursts. But when Axl decided to turn his anger on you, that’s when Izzy’s had enough.
Axl Rose x Reader Hurt/Comfort fic: An argument with Axl turns into him confiding in you about his childhood abuse as you hold him in your arms.
Izzy Stradlin x Reader Smut fic: Stephanie wants Axl to go on a date with her, but the tables for two always take forever, so they decide to make it a double date. How? By setting Izzy up on a blind date with one of Stephanie’s friends, AKA you. Izzy’s less than excited, until he sees how hot you are. Maybe the night won’t be a waste, after all.
Older Axl Rose x Assistant!Reader Smut: You’re Axl’s younger assistant, helping him out backstage. But this day isn’t like most others; Axl’s got a little problem, and it definitely requires your help, but it might be a little above your pay grade. (Hint: the problem requires you to do some work on your knees.)
Older! Slash Hudson x Younger!Reader Smut fic: You’re Richard Fortus’s 20-something niece who he brings with him backstage one night to introduce to his bandmates, including the famous Slash. Unbeknownst to him, you and Slash instantly like each other, and begin dating despite the large age difference. It’s a great relationship; the only issue is making sure Richard doesn’t find out.
Slash x Reader Song fic: Based off the song “Do I Wanna Know” by Artic Monkeys; Slash meets the reader at a bar one night and is instantly taken by her; he begins to come see her there every night, even though he knows that it will probably never go anywhere(or will it? You gotta read to find out!)
Older! Duff McKagan x Reader blurb: watching art restoration videos in bed while eating takeout.
Slash Hudson x Reader angst-fluff fic: During a heated argument, Slash says something to you that he shouldn’t have. You get angry and try to leave, but Slash can’t lose you.
Duff McKagan x Reader fluff fic: You and Duff adopt a pig together!!! :)
Duff McKagan x Reader x Steven Adler Smut fic: You and Duff have been together for a long time now, and he finally works up the courage to ask you-will you have a threesome with him and his best friend, Steven? Obviously, the answer is yes, but how will it go?
Izzy Stradlin x Reader Fluff: You meet Izzy after he becomes sober.
Older! Insecure! Izzy Stradlin x Reader Smut: Izzy’s feeling insecure about his age and the age gap between you and him, so you decide to cheer him up ;)
Duff McKagan x Reader Smut: Duff walls in on you looking at porn magazines, and wants to join in. Stuff goes down.
Current! Axl Rose x Reader Smut: You’re Slash’s daughter, and you’re having a secret relationship with Axl. Slash catches the two of you having sex.
Izzy Stradlin x Reader Smut: You and Izzy are two close friends. You’re tired of being a virgin, and you just want to get the first time having sex over with, so he decides to help you out.
Sub! Steven Adler x Femdom! Reader Smut: A self-indulgent fic of mine where Steven finally agrees to let you dominant him in bed. This was literally just an excuse for me to write Steven being all innocent and flustered and shit, btw. I won’t include pegging in this, but I’m really close to writing a pegging fic. This will have degrading, praising, bondage, and basically just you babying the fuck outta Steven while he acts all innocent and confused.
Sub! Steven x Femdom! Reader Smut: Steven likes sitting in your lap, and you like embarrassing him in front of his bandmates. So, when he’s sitting in your lap at a band practice and gets hard, you naturally decide to have a little bit of fun.
Current! Steven Adler x Younger!Reader Fluff and Smut: You’re a younger, famous singer who Steven falls in love with. He decides not to tell you, out of fear that you couldn’t possibly feel the same way, but he actually couldn’t be more wrong.
Current! Axl Rose x Daughter! Reader Fluff: Axl discovers that he has a long-lost daughter who’s been living in a group home, and decides that he has meet her.
Current! Axl Rose x Reader Smut: As was requested, this is an absolutely dirty fic; spit kink, choking, daddy kink, etc. Axl shows zero mercy, and it’s very sexy.
Mötley Crüe
Tommy Lee x Reader Smut fic: overstimulation kink.
Mick Mars x Reader Smut fic: You write him a love letter before every concert, just to boost his self esteem. This time, however, you’ve got a surprise; the letter isn’t as innocent as usual(basically, you sext him through a letter, and he has to read it in front of his bandmates.)
Oblivious!Tommy Lee x Reader Smut: You’re really horny, but Tommy, being his energetic and slightly ditzy self, doesn’t seem to be getting the hints. Guess you’ll have to show him in a hands-on way.
Mick Mars x Reader Fluff fic: Mick’s back is hurting him, so you give him a nice back massage.
Tommy Lee x Reader Smut fic: You and Tommy are a hedonistic couple with one goal: experience as much pleasure as possible without dying. Your relationship is sex, drugs, and alcohol, and that doesn’t change tonight: the two of you go to a party, get high in a broom closet, and explore each other’s bodies.
Tommy Lee Prompt Fic: “Wow, do you want subtlety to go with that makeup look? Because you don’t have any.”
Nikk Sixx Prompt Fic: “Your stamina is admirable. I wouldn’t be able to fuck ten groupies in a row and then still have the energy to get a hotdog.”
Mick Mars x Reader Smut Fic: You and Mick are taking a ride through town on his motorbike, when you decide to tease him, knowing he can’t do anything about it. Just wait til the two of you get home.
Vince Neil x Reader Sugar Daddy Headcanons
Nikki Sixx x Cheating!Reader Angst: A dark, angsty fic about you cheating on Nikki when he’s at his lowest point.
Tommy Lee x Reader Fluff: You buy Tommy some roses as a joke, but he turns out to love them a lot more than you expected him to.
Hanoi Rocks
Andy McCoy NSFW alphabet
Razzle Dingley x Reader Smut fic: kinky cuddles
Platonic Razzle Dingley x Reader prompt fic: “Your stamina is admirable. I wouldn’t be able to fuck ten groupies in a row and then still have the energy to get a hotdog.”
Nasty Suicide x Male!Reader Smut fic: Just sweet, fluffy smut!
All Members x Reader Smut fic: Literally just a gang-bang fic, not even gonna lie. You have sex with Michael, Razzle, Jan, Andy and Sami at the same time, and it’s basically the best experience of your life.
KISS
Eric Carr NSFW Alphabet
Ace Frehley NSFW Alphabet
Paul Stanley x Reader Headcanons-Headcanons about a gender neutral S/O who’s dealing with depression and can’t feel happy or sad.
Bruce Kulick NSFW Alphabet
Eric Carr x Reader Fluff: A cute fluffy fic about you and Eric having a beach day!
Ace Frehley x Reader Fluff: Just you and Ace cuddling and watching movies.
Marilyn Manson
Marilyn Manson NSFW Alphabet
Older!Marilyn Manson x Reader Smut: Hooking up before a concert.
John 5 x Pinup! Reader Smut: Reader looks like Dita Von Teese, and John sees her before a concert and decides to meet her.
Marilyn Manson x Reader x Ozzy Osbourne Smut fic: Threesome.
Dating Daisy Berkowitz Would Include
Daisy Berkowitz NSFW Alphabet
Dating Marilyn Manson Would Include
Daisy Berkowitz x Reader Smut/Fluff: Just you and Daisy doing couple shit, with a little bit of smut.
Twiggy Ramirez x Reader Angst: A songfic based off of the song Mechanical Animals; You and Twiggy are in a toxic relationship like in the song: he’s empty and unfeeling, you’re always angry and explosive, and the only thing keeping the two of you together is drug addiction.
Slipknot
Young Joey Jordison x Reader fic: No smut, just life on the road.
Iron Maiden
Nicko NSFW Alphabet
Ramones
Joey Ramone NSFW Alphabet
Joey Ramone x Reader Smut: An awkwardly sweet fic about you and Joey being each other’s first times.
Joey Ramone x Reader Smut: Based off of the part of my NSFW Alphabet for Joey, where I mentioned his dirty secrets, which are that he likes to be rough/give orders, and that he likes red lingerie.
Metallica
Lars NSFW Alphabet
Current! James Hetfield x Plus Size!Reader Fluff/Slight Smut: You think that no one can pick you up due to your size, so James proves you wrong.
Johnny Thunders
Dating Johnny Thunders Would Include
Johnny Thunders NSFW Alphabet
Poison
Bret Michaels NSFW Alphabet
Skid Row
Rachel Bolan NSFW Alphabet
Snake NSFW Alphabet
Dating Snake Would Include
Scotti Hill NSFW Alphabet
Rob Affuso NSFW Alphabet
Dating Scotti Hill Would Include
Dating Rob Affuso Would Include
Van Halen
Eddie Van Halen NSFW Alphabet
Ratt
Warren Demartini NSFW Alphabet
The Beatles
The Beatles x Reader Fluff/Smut: The four guys pull a prank on you, but it goes too far and they make you cry. They decide to be sweet to you to make up for it..and by sweet, I mean sweetttttt ;)))
LA Guns
Kelly Nickels NSFW Alphabet
Phil Lewis NSFW Alphabet
Kelly Nickels x Reader Smut: Just some nice smut between you and Kelly!
Machine Gun Kelly + His Band
JP Cappelletty/Rook NSFW Alphabet
Nine Inch Nails/Trent Reznor
Trent Reznor NSFW Alphabet
Dating Trent Reznor Would Include
Type O Negative
Peter Steele NSFW Alphabet
Def Leppard
Steve Clark NSFW Alphabet
Aerosmith
Joe Perry NSFW Alphabet
Rammstein
Till x British! Reader x Richard Smut: A threesome between Till, Richard and the reader; they really, really like your accent.
#guns n roses#motley crue#mötley crüe#hanoi rocks#marilyn manson#marilyn manson x reader#marilyn manson smut#axl rose#axl rose x reader#duff mckagan#duff mckagan x reader#izzy stradlin#izzy stradlin x reader#steven adler x reader#steven adler#slash x reader#slash#mick mars#mick mars x reader#nikki sixx#tommy lee#tommy lee x reader#kiss#razzle x reader#razzle#razzle dingely x reader#motley crue smut#mötley crüe smut#vince neil#classic rock
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Whatever Happened To...Guns N’ Roses Edition
Stephanie Seymour
The former Sports Illustrated and Vogue model was in a relationship with Axl Rose in the early 1990’s. She had been featured as the female in the music videos for “Don’t Cry” and “November Rain.” She was slated to star in “Estranged,” but the couple went through a very ugly breakup. In 1993, Rose sued her for assault, while she in turn countersued claiming self defense. Seymour was no stranger to controversy in her personal life. At 16, the model had a very well known public affair with John Casablancas of Elite Model Management. The one thing..he still was married to Jeanette Christiansen, and yes their son was in fact Julian Casablancas of the Strokes. Since 1993, Seymour has continued to model and endorse products in fashion including becoming an international spokesperson for Ester Lauder in 2014. Immediately following her relationship with Rose, Seymour began dating art collector Peter Brant. They would marry and have 5 children together, but get divorced in 2009. They would reconcile one year later.
Erin Everly
Before dating Stephanie Seymour, Axl Rose had a volatile relationship with Erin Everly. The two would actually marry in Las Vegas in 1990 only to have Rose seek to get it annulled 48 hours later, while they would actually divorce 10 months later. She was the daughter of Don Everly of the musical group, The Everly Brothers. The lyrics to the song “Sweet Child O’ Mine” actually represented a love letter by Rose to Everly. Their breakup largely came about just after she had a miscarriage. Axl Rose would later comment on the downfall of their relationship. “Erin and I treated each other like crap… Sometimes we treated each other great, because the children in us were best friends. But then there were other times when we just messed up each other’s lives completely.” In 1994, she would sue Rose for emotional and physical abuse, which would later be settled out of court. This came a year after Stephanie Seymour had sued the singer, while Everly was actually subpoenaed in that case to testify about Axl’s history of abuse. After their relationship, she would go on to date other celebrities like David Arquette, Anthony Kiedis, Donovan Jerome Leitch, the son of the singer Donovan, Matthew Nelson, and Matthew Klyn. In 1997, she married Jack Portman, moved to Atlanta, and had 3 children, but they would get divorced in 2006. In 2010, Everly would be arrested for attacking ex-boyfriend Matthew Klyn with a knife. In 2013, Rolling Stone reported that she put up for auction several items related to her relationship with Rose including a marriage certificate.
Paul Tobias
Some Guns N’ Roses fans have referred to Tobias, former rhythm guitarist for Guns N’ Roses from 1997 until 2002, as a Yoko Ono like figure. They see the musician as someone who interfered with the relationship between Rose and Slash. His reason for leaving the band in 2002 was that Tobias did not like to tour at all, so he was replaced by a guitarist from the Psychedelic Furs. Although he was no longer touring with the group, Tobias still contributed as a guitarist on 10 tracks for Chinese Democracy. He did have another band called Mank Rage, who planned to release an album around 2002. Four years later a Myspace account was opened for the band posting three demos of possible tracks for that album. Nothing else came of this as Tobias has stayed completely under the radar in recent years. The only other news came in 2013 when he contributed to an album produced by former GNR producer Brain called Eclectic Cinema.
Gilby Clarke
Upon Clarke’s ouster from Guns N’ Roses, he already had other projects lined up. The guitarist had recorded with Slash in 1993 on a series of demos that would be released as an album in 1995. Slash’s Snake Pit as the band was called even toured in support of the new record. Yet, Slash disbanded the group as commitments for Guns N’ Roses soon sprang up. At that time, Clarke went and recorded a second solo album released in 1997 entitled, The Hangover. He had previously released a debut solo album in 1994 called Pawnshop Guitars by Virgin Records. The guitarist would go on to release two more studio albums, as well as a live one. Clarke also kept busy as a producer with his most notable work being the 2000 to LA Guns title, Shrinking Violet. In 2006, he joined with drummer Tommy Lee and former Metallica bassist Jason Newstead to create the band Supernova. They decided to use the television show Rock Star to find the lead singer. Eventually they chose Lukas Rossi, but the band really never got off the ground because another band called Supernova claimed they had legal right to the name. They filed an injunction against Clarke and company from doing anything related to the band, which a judge upheld in court. Finally, they renamed the group Rock Star Supernova. In 2012, Clarke joined Duff McKagan, Slash, Matt Sorum, and others to perform at the Guns N’ Roses Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction. Axl Rose and Izzy Stradlin were not present, while it must be noted that Clarke was not inducted into the Hall of Fame at that time.
Tracii Guns
Guns was actually an original cofounder of Guns N’ Roses. His LA Guns band had decided to merge with Hollywood Rose featuring Axl Rose and Izzy Stradlin. The LA Guns portion of the new group went their separate ways fairly quickly as Tracii got into an argument with Axl Rose. This led to Slash joining the group to replace him. LA Guns would go onto reach moderate success on the charts, but never the kind of success that Guns N’ Roses had with their career. LA Guns, in their second stint, would last from 1985-2002. They had first formed in 1983, but the group would disband for a few weeks as they tried to join up with Axl Rose on two different occasions. In 2002, Guns joined supergroup Brides of Destruction, who went on to release an album in 2004 that charted at number 94. The band had been started by Nikki Sixx of Motley Crue as his band went on hiatus. The band was broken up in 2005 as Sixx returned to Motley Crue. At that time, Guns was planning to continue the band without Sixx, but that never happened. He even offered his services to Axl Rose to join GNR, but he was rejected. The guitarist then returned to another stint with LA Guns until 2013. They would also have a reunion in 2016 of the classic lineup from the mid-1980s. He also started a blues group in 2012 called League of Gentlemen. Guns has also been a member of some other well-known bands for a very short time including Poison in 2000 and Quiet Riot in 2005.
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The Slippery Slope: An Izzy Stradlin Fanfiction
Chapter 4: My Little Penguin
Story Summary: After leaving Guns N’ Roses, Izzy find himself in a rut, and decideds to visit the local zoo. While visiting the penguin exhibit, he meets a red head named Poppy. Will they manage to keep standing while on their slippery slope?
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Poppy had woken with the sunrise like she does every single morning. For her, it was both a gift and a curse. She had the gift of getting up early for school which eventually turned into work; however, the cure was that her body never allowed her to sleep in. For her body, it seemed like she never could take a day off.
Part of her wanted nothing more than to grab her purse, write a short note to Izzy, and leave. Why? Because she felt humiliated.
The events of yesterday played in her head over and over again. He was lying on top of her on the couch. There was never a hesitation when it came to anything he did. He just went for it. He knew exactly what he was doing and what he wanted. Poppy, Poppy was a different story. She remained motionless while second guessing every thought that went through her head.
“Hey, you okay?” His voice was soft as he noticed the lack of movement underneath him.
“Yeah,” she flashed him a quick smile that was filled with nerves.
Before he could press further, barking erupted from another room and a four legged beast emerged into the living room. Like a linebacker, Izzy’s dog tackled him with kisses.
“Does he have a name?” Poppy asked, watching the dog snuggle his face into Izzy’s. Poppy thought it was cute how the dog acted as if they were lovers separated because of the war.
“Ridley,” As if the dog had just noticed that Poppy was in the room, he then began to tackle her instead, her laughter erupting and filling the room.
“Ridley off, bad boy,” Izzy yelled as the dog hopped off Poppy, and he brought him into another room so he could calm down.
“Sorry about that, are you okay?” Izzy asked, joining Poppy once again on the couch.
“Yeah I’m fine, I work with polar bears, so your dog is nothing. Plus it was cute that he acted that way. He missed his daddy,” Poppy teased back earning a smile from him.
A loud squeak pulled Poppy out of her throught about the night prior.
“Shhhh you’re going to wake him,” Poppy said to Ridley as he squeaked the toy he had brought her.
“Fine, but if Izzy wakes up it's all YOUR fault,” Poppy was a pushover and every animal that she ever met had quickly discovered it.
The seals and polar bears would bring her balls for her to throw across their enclosure.
The dolphins would follow her around the pool until she jumped back into the water to play with them.
The penguins, the penguins had to know they were her favorite and could get away with anything.
Poppy quickly went back to cooking some eggs, but was once again interrupted. This interruption she didn’t mind as much. A smile grew on her lips as Izzy wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Good morning,” Izzy’s voice alone made Polly melt.
“Good morning,” Poppy replied, trying to focus on making breakfast instead of the nerves that were spreading faster than a wildfire.
“What are you making?”
“Breakfast,” Poppy replied before escaping his grip and throwing Ridley’s toy across the room.
Unknown to Poppy, Izzy watched as she threw the toy across the room and raced Ridley towards it. They were like children. Part of him was trying to figure out why he was worried that Poppy wouldn’t like Ridley. She worked with animals for Christ sake. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was jealous of the attention Ridley was getting,
“Does every animal love you? Or is that something they teach you in school?” Izzy’s voice pulled Poppy’s attention from playing with the dog,
“They teach us in school how to read animal body language. You know the old saying how the eyes are the window to the soul? The same can be said for animals. For example, if Ridley here had really large pupils or a cowering tail I would know to stay away. Of course large pupils could mean play, but based off of other body language you can get the entire picture. Also snakes hate me! I think that they can sense my fear,” Poppy smiled back as Izzy handed her a plate of eggs and bacon.
“So...why biology? No offense, but most girls I’ve met don’t have a doctorate,” Izzy asked Poppy at the dining table he rarely used. Usually his meals were eaten on the couch and often shared with Ridley.
“When I was a little I loved going to the zoo with my dad. I especially loved seeing the penguins. Fast forward a couple of years and I was in high school absolutely terrified for what the future brought. In New York there are a lot of secretary schools that can teach you how to be the ideal secretary and help you get a job upon graduation, but I didn’t want that. After high school graduation I applied for a job at the zoo. It wasn’t anything glamorous...I mainly cleaned the cages, but it was fun being in the with the animals. There was the one moment though that really made me want to become a zoo veterinarian. One day a polar bear that some hikers had found in Northern Alaska came to our facility. She was all alone and couldn’t walk on her back paw. Eventually she made it to our zoo and over the course of two years the zoo vet nursed the polar bear back to life. I will never forget the day the polar bear ran again for the first time, but seeing the animal run wasn’t the reason I became a vet. Once the bear ran around a couple of times, he walked over towards our vet and hugged him,” Poppy quickly stopped talking, worried that she was rambling too much.
The pair spent the next hour talking about their travels each of them had done. Granted what they did while in each country was vastly different because Poppy was traveling for research purposes and Izzy was traveling with Guns N’ Roses.
“Do you want to take a shower before you go?” Izzy asked as Poppy collected their plates.
Poppy, completely missing the point on why Izzy wanted to take a shower, simply shook her head no. She didn’t want to be a burden on Izzy.
“Don’t worry about being a burden. If you want you can shower by yourself. Plus afterwards we could take Ridley for a walk. There is a park not too far from here where we can throw the ball even farther for him so he can really get a good run in,” Izzy offered, being careful not to pressure the girl.
“You sure I won’t be a burden?” Poppy asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“No, not a burden at all,” Izzy held her hand and gave her a small reassuring squeeze.
“Okay then, I’ll stay,” Poppy smiled, sending a smile onto Izzy’s face as well.
“Would you like to shower first or..” Poppy quickly interrupted Izzy, “actually could we...uhh..shower together?”
Without a word, Izzy guided Poppy towards the bathroom making sure to close the door. As much as he loved Ridley, now wasn’t when he wanted his dog to intervene.
Izzy went to turn on the shower as Poppy undressed in the corner. Panic was going through the girl’s mind as she removed her shirt.
What is she messed up?
What if she misread his intentions?
What if she made a fool of herself?
She froze, as she turned to see Izzy completely naked checking the shower water temperature. He was hot, there was no doubt about it.
Her brain stopped thinking as nerves traveled through her head. Then, like a bomb exploding, every doubt raced through her head.
“You can wait out there if you want, but I plan on using ALL of the hot water. I hope you enjoy cold showers,” Poppy giggled at Izzy’s stupid comment and found the few ounces of courage she had to join him in the shower.
“If you want, my little penguin, I can make the water colder for you,” Izzy said as he wrapped his arms around Poppy pulling her close. Poppy simply shook her head no as she smiled at her new nickname.
#izzy stradlin fanfic#izzy stadlin fanfiction#izzy stradlin imagine#gnr fanfiction#gnr fanfic#gnr imagine#fanfic#fanfiction#imagine#guns n’ roses fanfic#guns n’ roses imagine#guns n’ roses fanfiction#guns n roses imagine#guns n roses fanfic#guns n roses fanfiction#guns and roses imagine#guns and roses fanfic#guns and roses fanfiction
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fuse (2/2) slash x reader x izzy stradlin
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part 1 part 2
a part two was suggested by @slashscowboyboots "izzy and reader are both miserable without each other."
i know its not a request but i couldnt help myself. i appreciate you for the ideas and really enjoyed writing this. i hope you like it
song: heather by conan gray
tag list: @cynic-spirit @satans-arse @slashscowboyboots @littlemisscare-all
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i seethed as i watched izzy flirt with the groupie; him and axl both gently touching her arm as she laughed with them. slash just pulled me closer to him, resting his head into the crook of my neck.
"i still think you need to talk to him. this has gone on long enough."
i crossed my arms over my chest.
"what do you care? you're getting laid."
i hissed. he rested his hands on my hips, leaning back to look at me like i was crazy. i sighed in defeat.
"youre right, im sorry. he just makes me so mad."
he shook his head before resuming his position.
"and you dont think you make him mad? you told him off less than a month ago and neither of you have talked since, just aggressive glances at each other across venues, buses, and restaurants."
he snaked his arms around my torso in a hug and i ran my hands lightly across them, closing my eyes and leaning into his touch.
"yeah but weve been over this, he hasnt let up with them though."
i said motioning to the group of girls now surrounding them, begging for attention like dogs.
"but he hasnt been with any of them since the fight, cant you see that?"
he asked and turned to look at him a little bewildered.
"what do you mean?"
he sent me a knowing look.
"we both know hes dying without you. he may still party and flirt and get off, but he hasnt been with any of those girls."
i looked back over at him longingly, catching him glancing at me before looking away quickly. i tapped saul's hand gently, asking to be let go as i stood upright. he held my hand for a second, trying to study my face.
"ill be back, i need some air."
i said slipping my crew pass out of my pocket and onto my neck.
"ill be here when you get back."
he said, letting me leave. i stood up tall, walking with power and my head held high as i walked past the group of them to the door. i pushed it open, squinting my eyes as the setting sun glared in my face. i sighed in relief as the warm evening air engulfed me, the breeze pushing my hair around my shoulders as i leaned into the banister in front of me.
"dont you know its dangerous to be out here by yourself? we have some pretty crazy fans after all."
i heard izzy say behind me, hearing the door click closed a second later.
"its nice to know you still care."
i quipped back, not looking at him as he appeared next to me, lighting a cigarette before mirroring how i was standing.
"of course i do, im just surprised you didnt bring slash out here for a make-out session or something."
i snorted, shaking my head as i looked to the concrete below us.
"guess i just needed a break."
i saw him nod out of the corner of my eye, blowing smoke out into the open air.
"how much of break?"
he asked hesitantly. i finally looked at him and he looked as lost as i was.
"not sure yet, it depends."
he looked at me quizzically.
"on?"
i breathed deeply.
"on you."
he smirked at me.
"is that so?"
i held a finger in the air.
"before you ask if he's not doing it for me i need you to know that we've only slept together twice in the last month and he is just comforting me cause youve been an asshole this whole tour."
he drew his brows in protest.
"hey! if anything, you started this!"
i leaned back.
"oh i started this? if i remember correctly, you were the one sleeping around after confessing your undying love to me. i had every right to find someone new!"
he scoffed at me, rolling his head to the side.
"is that so? well why did it have to be slash?"
i motioned to the door.
"would you rather it have been axl? steven maybe?"
i said angrily.
"of course not!"
i threw my hands in the air.
"who then? who would you rather i be with?"
he groaned.
"me god damnit!"
he yelled, and i froze.
"i want you to be with me!"
he stepped closer and i stepped back. i watched with wide eyes as he shook his head.
"i do love you, and im an idiot for not showing you that sooner, okay. i will admit that. im an even bigger idiot for not saying something sooner. ive been miserable without you. i cant sleep, i cant eat, i cant think straight."
i sighed heavily.
"and i havent slept with any of those girls since our fight. it just ruined me knowing how mad that made you. and evey part of me wanted to, to make you jealous or get rise out of you but you seemed so happy with slash. its been eating away at me."
i looked down a little ashamed.
"im not happier with slash, izzy. i love you. hes just a friend at best but he was also there when you werent. and hell yeah i was jealous, i was pissed that youve been surrounded by other girls this whole time. it made me so mad cause i missed you. i missed us."
i confessed, looking up at him with sad eyes. he put his cigarette out against the metal banister before flicking the filter away from him.
"i missed us too. can we please go back to what we were doing before? i dont know if i can stand much more of this tour without you."
he said a little broken. i nodded, letting him step closer this time. his hands found their way slowly to my hips as he looked down at me endearingly.
"im so sorry."
he said sincerely, touching my face gently and running his thumb over my cheek. it was a touch i had missed so much and it made me want to cry. i could feel my heart pounding in my chest as he leaned down and kissed me softly. i hummed in content against him as our mouths moved together, my fingers finding their way to the hair at the back of his neck.
"oh, fucking finally."
i heard from the door, both of us pulling away from each other. there was slash standing in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear. i couldnt help the blush creeping its way to my face as izzy held me to him.
"uh, yeah. sorry i didnt come back, i was a little busy."
he raised his beer bottle to me in cheers.
"no worries babe, take all the time you need, im just glad youre fixing things."
i looked up at izzy who was smiling down at me.
"yeah, she might not be coming back to you."
he said before kissing me again, making me giggle into him. i heard slash laugh and then the door clicking behind him as he went back inside. izzy rested his forehead against mine.
"im never letting you go again."
he said pecking me on the lips quickly. i looked between his eyes.
"you promise?"
he nodded against me.
"i promise."
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Reptiles & Rogues: Loaded Like a Freight Train (Part 1)
Have I finished my High School GNR fics? HELL NO! Did I start another series? YOU BET YOUR ASS! Is it as long as a book? SHIT YEAH WHY NOT?
Tag list: @malibubarbievince @ace-is-back-and-he-told-you-so @fanofnightz @sunshinesuska @sodalitefully
Warnings: Public intoxication, the occasional cuss word, brief allusion to whiskey dick, wanting to grope a stranger’s fine ass (it’s about GNR people, they ain’t the church choir-see the above gif)
Notes: This is the first installment of a series, and the character Susan is based on the wonderful @sunshinesuska (if you aren’t following her or her writing blog @izzysdenimjacket you are really missing out, what a talent)
You couldn’t believe your eyes.
He was gorgeous.
And as he swayed all over the stage, you realized he was hammered. Immaculately graceful and stunning, but he was completely FUBAR.
It was the first time you’d ever seen your friend Slash’s band Guns N’Roses play. You’d met him when he stopped by the reptile rescue center where you worked, a beacon of tranquility on a busy city block. With his impressive mane of curls and top hat, Slash definitely stood out amongst the normal gawkers and the classes of schoolchildren who came by to line up and hold Ralph the 8 foot red-tailed boa out to his full length.
The charming guitarist showed up frequently, leaving the newspaper stand 2 doors down where he where he worked (mostly gabbing on the phone) to come in and coo and smile at every animal in the place, large or small, knowing more about reptiles than any book or herpetologist.
He’d taken such a shine to the ancient tegu lizard Fats that he’d begged you to let him take him home for a weekend, and the fact that was against Dr. Mark’s policies (the veterinarian owned the facility and therefore made the rules) completely broke your heart. You knew the geriatric and corpulent old tegu returned Slash’s affection, and would probably enjoy a couple of days having a devoted dad who treated him so tenderly.
You’d even visited Slash’s place and met Clyde, and it just blew you away that this scruffy looking guy owned a for-real anaconda. AN ANACONDA. You’d never seen one before; they didn’t get rescued because they were so irascible people didn’t keep them as pets, but here was Slash, holding up a placid green and yellow noodle like it was normal to do this kind of thing every day.
Slash was a deeply cherished friend, nothing more (he had a raging crush on a lab tech named Susan he’d met when he took his Grandma Ola in for bloodwork, and your didn’t meet too many guys with your head down shoveling reptile shit), a welcome human voice amid the silent creatures, and when he’d asked you to come out and see his band play, you couldn’t tell him no.
“Hey, Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“We’re LOUD.”
Well, it wasn’t like you hadn’t heard of the Germs.
So had you headed down the Strip, X t-shirt and black ripped jeans on. You’d even made somewhat of an effort with your hair, teasing your curls out and lacquering them in place.
Alright, dude, here I am.
And you had witnessed the most amazing band you’d ever seen tear through their set in a state of shock. That sweet, soft spoken buddy of yours was bare chested and sweaty, his head thrown back, effortlessly making his Les Paul cry the most beautiful tears. But as much as you loved watching Slash play, someone else onstage had your full attention.
He was pale, tall and thin, with long black hair, skintight black t-shirt and jeans, beating the everloving hell out of a defenseless white guitar. He wove over and shouted something intelligible into the microphone, then wobbled his way to the other side of the stage. The most beautiful creature you’d ever seen, and, just your luck, he was snake-turds drunk.
After the show, the band milled around the bar. Slash introduced you to them all, and you discovered Hot Stuff went by the nom de punk Izzy Stradlin (how charming). He’d indifferently nodded at you and went back to slurping greedily out of a red solo cup.
Slash was soon detained by an appreciative female fan. He grinned at you in wonderment, exclaiming, “Holy shit, Y/N, you’re like my lucky charm. Susan’s here and she wants to talk to me.” You looked over at her, radiant with her own beautiful curls and top hat, and gently wished him good luck.
With your adrenaline wearing off and everyone preoccupied with drinking and hooking up, you decided to head home. Although you had a day off tomorrow (to get your hairs did), the Sunset Strip was never your scene.
You made it back over to Slash to say goodbye. Susan was seated in his lap, her head buried against his neck
“Bye, Slash. Thanks for inviting me.”
“No problem. Hey, since your like the only sober person here, can I ask you for a favor?”
“Okay?”
“Can you make sure Izzy gets home?”
IZZY? The really hot guy?
“Yeah, he’s a mess tonight, and I trust you not take advantage of him.”
Oh rilly?
Slash smirked, like he’d just read your mind.
You sighed. “Where does he live?” but Slash was already joined at the lips with his pretty new girlfriend.
Where even is Izzy? you thought as you scanned the bar. Your stomach lurched when you thought about peeling him off of some trashy thing and trying to wrestle his drunk ass into your car.
Let’s hope he goes quietly.
To your immense relief, he wasn’t eating some chick’s face (or anything else), just parked on a chair outside of the men’s room, his head thrown back against the wall, eyes closed.
“Uh, Izzy?”
“Who wants to know?”
“I’m Y/N. I met you earlier. I’m Slash’s friend.”
His eyebrows raised, but he didn’t open his eyes.
“I’m here to take you home.”
A filthy smirk slithered across his face. “You’re about an hour too late for that, honey.”
“No!” you snapped, "Slash asked me to make sure you got home all right.”
He didn’t speak, but slowly stood up without argument, wildly unsteady on his feet. Instinct had you throwing your arms around his slender waist, and his hands held onto your shoulders as you guided him to your car.
Once the two of you were inside, you asked him, “Where do you live?” but he had passed out with his head against the passenger side window.
After you buckled him in, you glanced down at his skintight jeans. While the thought of feeling in his back pockets for a wallet containing a driver’s license definitely held some appeal, groping a drunken stranger’s ass was something you just weren’t willing to do. Not tonight, even if the ass in question was pretty admirable.
Not that you’d been staring. Just looking out for a defenseless individual.
So, were you going to drive around till an abode shouted, “Here’s Izzy’s place!” or he sobered up, whichever came first? Or were you going to take him home with you? One glance over at his perfect profile and one out-loud groan later, you had your answer.
Getting Izzy out of your car wasn’t difficult (gravity had helped). Getting him up the steps to your apartment was a challenge, though, and unlocking the door with him in your arms and leaning on you had been quite the feat.
You shoved him inside to keep from dropping him (to be so damn skinny he sure was heavy), and the two of you finally made it to your couch.
He was completely conked out, no help at all, so you picked up his feet and laid him longways, fetching a pillow to place under his head. Asleep in the dim light, you thought he looked like a fallen angel, then got a good whiff of the cheap booze he’d been guzzling and immediately reconsidered. Then you noticed again how tightly his clothes were fitting him and realized you really needed to wash your face and get to bed. NOW.
#i had such a blast writing this#izzy stradlin x reader#guns n roses x reader#izzy stradlin fanfiction#guns n roses fanfic#izzy#yes i know this is really long#theres six more parts
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Misc endless AUs. I have created an abomination
@colson-sixx @javiersdick @sweet-mother-love
This isn’t even all I just got bored of typing them out.
Weird sleezy 80s AU Nikki/Axl
“Don’t mind Axl, he’s really just here to make sure I make it back to the hell house.”
Nikki does the opposite and spends most of the night trying to flirt with Axl. Nikki decides either Axl is pretending to not notice it, or Axl is really really oblivious.
If slash wasn’t there he’d just be blunt and ask for a blow job. Because there’s no way Axl is straight ( probably bisexual ) because leather pants and a leather vest just scream assertive bottom.
Axl nurses one rum & coke the whole time “watching slash get drunk is hilarious, that’s really why I’m here. He’s woken up in an alley before and still made it to the hell house in one piece” so Nikki drinks a ⅓ of the booze he normally would, because he’d like to remember the pretty ginger.
Nikki agrees, Slash had wrapped his arms around Axl, more than once, and demanded they get a snake like a child demands candy. “No slash, we can’t afford that.” “Izzy would get a snake” “he’d call you crazy and walk away”
Later Slash had come back to the booth drenched, apparently he’d hit on a girl who didn’t take it well. Axl didn’t hold back his smile as slash complained about the chick, Nikki decided at that point that Axl had a great smile.
Slash ends up getting so shit faced to the point where he can’t stand by himself and Axl has to help him home. Axl turns down Nikki’s offer of paying for a cab for them “come on Axl, I’m a rockstar money ain’t a thing.” But accepts Nikki’s help in carrying slash home though.
So they put slashes arms over their shoulders and practically walk him to the hell house. Nikki laughs and remarks that Motley Crue might as well be pros at this. ‘Oh yeah?’ ‘Yeah, once Mick and Vince had to get me back to the hotel like this. But they were both absolutely out of their minds. I’m pretty sure at least one of them had just done four lines of coke. Getting back to the hotel in once piece was a miracle.’
as it turns out is a ten minute walk back to the hell house, and Nikki wishes it had been longer. If it had been longer he totally could’ve gotten with Axl.
They say goodbye at the door and Nikki feels like a stupid kid in middle school saying an awkward goodbye to a crush. Vince probably had a point when Vince talks about his attachment issues.
Nikki ends up going back to the bar and drinking till the bartender cuts him off, and if he brings a pretty ginger lady home that doesn’t mean anything.
The fact that all the people he has sex for months later are pretty gingers doesn’t mean a thing. No matter how much people tell him that yeah it means he’s got a problem.
Vague AU: Axl Rose/DJ Ashba
Ashba had seen his fair share of fucked up people, musicians high on their own egos, women who only found self worth in shallow adventures having been led astray in their youth, men who never have bonds with their kids, those kids hurting themselves with rebellion, and that’s just the standouts. Ashba counted himself among the fucked up people, there’s no doubt he’s stuffed his feelings with drugs. All people with flaws that outweighed their strengths. Most would count the ever elusive Axl Rose, forever followed by drama and anger outburst, as the best example of that. The man who held the rock scene in the palm of his hand had blown it all. But Ashba knows that if they had ever had the chance to properly get to know Axl, they would understand he’s well worth the chaos. Axl makes his life better. Axl would go to the end of the world for those he cares about. Ashba feels blessed to be one of those. Ashba first met Axl through Nikki Sixx, who was ‘friends’ with Slash and Izzy Stradlin. He was the closest to a sober person at the party, and awkwardly agreed to get Crüe safely to their homes. Years later the two of them fondly looked back on the whole bizzare night. But at the time Axl was very uncomfortable over at it the time, the only part Ashba clearly remembers is waking up curled around him. The world outside would never understand, and he quite enjoys that.Life is easier with Axl.
Patience Modern supernatural AU: Axl, the local eccentric kitsune, and his best friend Izzy, a Romani known for dealing exoctic herbs, on their quest to form a kick ass band.
Pairings: Axl Rose/Slash(one sided), Axl Rose/Nikki Sixx “a star is born” type of plot
Chapter one: introduce gnr. All crashing in one apartment together
Izzy = gypsy Vampire that knows how to get what you need, Axl’s longest friend & best friend. Slash= young warlock, spells intermediate spells often backfire. Makes potions with Izzy.
Duff= werewolf shifter, way way too much stamina. Very hands on. Cuddles with all of them.
Steven= only one with a normal name. Can't sit still. Has a heart of GOLD. Also a werewolf, just wants axl to play with him.
Axl= kitsune! Is a purebred so he does have both the human with ears & tail form and the completely fox form. Cunning & sly, emotion issues.
Chapter two:
Intro Motley Crue band meets up at nikki/Tommy/Vince ‘s place. Nikki has connections with slash because they met at a bar.
Nikki Sixx: Vampire. Prefers live blood. Snarky but overall friendly
Tommy Lee: vampire. almost always with nikki, constantly pushing the limits in order to have fun
Vince Neil: Werewolf, sex focused, vain but fiercely defensive of Crüe
Wild Side
Modern Supernatural AU:
As Motley Crue faces drug issues endangering their band, Guns n’ Roses is just now getting off the ground.
However Nikki and Vince are only focused on getting into Axl Rose’s pants.
Buurn’s Vampire Special!
Sex, Drugs, Rock N’ Roll
Exclusive interview with Motley Crue’s Terror Twins Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee. The boys talk the tour lifestyle.
Slash laughs as he tosses the magazine at Izzy, “This could be you one day. All over magazines covers reading ‘Exclusive Interview with Guns n’ Roses’ Secretive Vampire Izzy Stradlin’’. Izzy hums dismissively, but he flips through the magazine anyways.
Dave mustaine/ Axl Rose Trans AU
Axl is trans ( female to male ), Dave finds out and at first holds it over Axl’s head in order for favors but eventually develops feelings for him and apologizes. Axl - unfortunately - has feelings for Dave through the whole thing and is stuck in a horrible situation.
Tommy lee/ Mick Mars College teacher / Student AU
Tommy takes a history class for common core and has a super grouchy teacher that he finds terribly attractive. Cue him doing his best to be super sexy to catch Mick’s attention. He starts wearing cut off tank tops and leather pants and giving mick his best bedroom eyes. It’s not until he sees Mick in a guitar store absolutely killing it that he really gets a chance to get close to Mick.
Axl Rose/Bucket Head
Bucket head accidentally falls head over heels for Axl, and finds himself trying to fill the void left by the constant changes to the band’s line up.
Nikki Sixx/Axl Rose/Vince Neil Modern Semi Band College AU: featuring trans Axl ( female to male )
Axl Transfers to LA from Indiana and meets a wide cast of crazy people. And gets targeted by the intense duo of Nikki Sixx and Vince Neil all while trying to hide that he’s trans. ( prepare for a massive dump)
It’ll open on Axl’s first day at university in California, meets his roommate Slash who spooks him with Slash’s snake.
“So,” Axl pauses, “why do they call you slash.”
Slash scoffs and fires back, “what kind of name is Axl?”
“Fair enough.” Axl audibly gulps, defending his name is always horrible, it makes him wish he picked a different name but he likes it too much to change it. The tension is so thick it could be cut with a knife, until slash laughs and smiles.
“I’m just playing around man, I’ll tell you one day. “
Axl goes about his day constantly being surprised by how different things are in California compared to tiny Indiana. The plot really picks up in his music theory class where he meets Duff they get deemed partners for all future projects - who can’t read sheet music - so Axl desperate for friends offers to teach him.
In his song writing class (or maybe something vocal based, it’s not firm yet) he meets two people, Vince Neil and Tracii Gunn ( yes I’ve decided to use him ). Tracii saves him from an awkward encounter with Vince.
“Oh we got a country boy? Let me show you the wild side, it’s guaranteed to blow your mind.” He’s so attractive it almost melts Axl’s mind, part of him wants to go with the blond but the logical side reminds him that there’s no way him being transgender will go over well.
Tracii sits with Axl and the two really hit it off, and Axl gets invited to his show later that night. Needless to say, Axl is thrilled.
After his last class of the day he meets a short man, with extremely fluffy blond hair, (Steven Adler) who’s handing out flyers for a club. He practically shoves one in Axl’s hands and beams up at him, “Absolutely everyone is welcome!” And scampers off. Axl’s good day is ruined upon seeing it’s a flyer for a lgbt+ group, thinking oh damn am I that easy to clock?. But against his better judgement he still decides to go.
At tracii’s show he meets the really fucking weird duo of Mick mars and Tommy Lee. Tommy appears out of no where and shoves a drink in Axl’s hand, “you look like you need to unwound a little dude. Oh yeah, What hair dye do you use?” Tommy rattles on with little input by Axl, who is quite overwhelmed by him, until a short grumpy looking dude pulls tommy away. “I’m sorry about that, tommy ain’t good with boundaries.” And pulls tommy away.
Tracii’s set blows Axl’s mind and he knows then and there he wants to make music with Tracii. Then another band sets up, containing the short guy and Tommy, and to Axl’s displeasure Vince Neil. He’s upset at how good they are, despite being unpolished and messy it’s just so good.
After the show Tracii walks him back to the dorms, and happily finds out they’re only one floor apart and says Axl’s welcome anytime. Axl collapses on his bed, and falls asleep thankful he came to LA.
the idea for Nikki is for him to be a vague character for a couple of chapters, Axl hears wild stories of Nikki Sixx getting drunk and picking fights, also how good his music is. And all Axl knows is that he’s the bassist for Vince’s band. Then one day he finds a add for models, it pays okay and Axl needs the money. There he finally meets Nikki, who insists Axl is the closest to perfect he’s seen and flirts with him like crazy.
Nikki makes it clear he swings both ways, and Axl feels legitimate hope that he has a chance with Nikki. Nikki scrawls his number on Axl’s arm and with a wink tells him to call anytime.
Axl finds out later that Nikki and Vince are in a relationship and there’s no way he’s getting between that, then as if fate he goes to a gig the next week and all of Crüe whisper and point at him. Duff overhears their whole conversation, it’s hushed whispers of “I can’t believe he turned /both/ of us down. What the fucks his type?” Vince huffs and Tommy responds “it’d be nuts if he’s into guys like Mick.”
Finally Mick gets drunk enough to go confront Axl about it.
“My friends need to know what your type is, because it’s blowing their minds that you aren’t into them.” So Axl goes over to them and explains that he didn’t want to get in the middle of a relationship and he doesn’t put out easily. And assures them they’re very much his type.
“What, want us to wine and dine you? ‘Cause we’ve been watching you for months, and you’re the hottest thing on campus.” Nikki says, wrapping his arms around Axl’s waist. Nikki ducks his head down and licks along Axl’s neck and the grip on his hips is tight enough to be both hot and frightening. Then Vince steps forward, placing one hand on Axl’s face and running the other through his hair, Axl’s turned on but also terrified. If they find out he’s trans, they could kick his ass. Especially with the huge tommy behind them. Vince practically coos “how many dates till we get a taste of you?” Axl doesn’t answer, as Duff and Steven mercifully comes and saves him. The next day, after thinking about the two has kept him up most of the night, he shoves a piece of paper at Vince and puts his head down on his desk in embarrassment. The paper reads “Three dates to get in my pants asshole. I’m not a cheap date either” and his phone number. Vince laughs far too loud for Axl’s comfort. When class ends he’s got three messages from an unknown number. “Wine and dine it is then. We’re free this weekend, we could go see a movie? Unless that’s too cheap for a beauty like you.” Axl feels like his heart might burst from his fast it’s beating. Most of the movie is them trying to feel Axl up and he’s just constantly trying to keep their hands away from his crotch, he wants the attention to last as long as possible, because two extremely hot guys want /him/ it’s fucking nuts. They insist on walking him back to his dorm room, outside of his door they box him in. Vince kisses him first, it’s fierce yet sweet and Axl’s world melts away, it’s just Nikki pressed against his back and Vince’s sweet kiss. He’s legit pissed off when Vince pulls away, he pouts a little and Vince smirks. Before he can even think of an insult, he’s spun around and Nikki’s pulling him up for a kiss. Nikki kisses aggressively, biting Axl’s lip and forcing his tongue in Axl’s mouth. Nikki’s in Control and Axl can do nothing but just let it happen, thankfully it’s hot as hell. When Vince starts feeling him up and kissing his neck, he gasps, trying to figure a way out of this. Nikki starts trying to lift Axl up but Vince protests. “I can’t reach him like that, put him the fuck down.” Axl takes the opportunity to open his room’s door and flee from the two. He locks the door as they bang on the wall. “Come on! We weren’t going all the way, just wanted a little fun.” It takes Slash opening the door and threatening to call security on them for them to finally leave.
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The Slippery Slope: An Izzy Stradlin Fanfiction
Chapter 1: Penguin on a Leash
MASTERLIST
Story Summary: 6 Chapter mini series about Izzy meeting a biologists who works at the zoo. Takes place after his time with Guns an’ Roses
Izzy watched the penguins swim around in their habitat trying to understand what all the hype was about. Lafayette had fliers and banners advertising the new baby penguins that were born at the zoo only a couple of weeks before he moved back to his hometown. After quickly realizing that he had fallen into a rut since leaving Guns N’ Roses, he decided to mix things up and visit the zoo to see these overhyped penguins and alleged peaceful gardens that were pictured in half the advertisements he saw.
It was around 2 pm, and Poppy felt relief that there were no children tours on Fridays. Since it was slow she was granted the permission to take one of the injured penguins on a walk. This was without a doubt one of those moments when she was glad that she went to college.
“Yeah Phil, that’s where you will live once your flipper gets a little better,” Izzy’s attention was pulled from watching the penguins swim about when he heart the soft voice followed by some form of squawking and giggles.
“Yeah, and then once you are fully healed, you get to go back to Chile!” Izzy found the soft voice to be a girl, probably only a few years younger than him, talking to one of the penguins who she had on a leash. Maybe it would have been considered weird, but after touring with Guns, the bar for what was actually weird was high. Girl dressed in full wetsuit while walking around a penguin on a leash just wasn’t weird enough.
“What’s wrong with his flipper?” Poppy’s attention was pulled from her penguin when Izzy spoke. She sent a soft smile towards Izzy, just another zoo patron. She felt a sigh escape her as she quickly looked around to make sure they were alone.
“Poor thing was found cut up on a beach. We’re guessing that he got cut up by a piece of steel, but he is healing really well, such a trooper. I will be sad to see him go,” Izzy held onto every word as she spoke. It was clear that she loved her penguin friend. With her soaked hair and wetsuit, he wondered if she recent went swimming with the penguin.
“Did you two just come from a swim?”
Izzy felt a small smile grow on his face as she giggled at his question.
“No. Before this walk I was checking up on a Dolphin and Edward startled me causing me to fall into the water....I swear sometimes dolphins can be really rude,” Poppy fwlt small butterflies begin to flap their wings in her stomach. The nerves were beginning to soar.
Poppy smiled as Izzy listened to her go on and on about how their little zoo volunteered to help Phil the penguin get better. He was her pride and joy, and there was no doubt that she would be crying when he went back to the wild. They would be happy tears, but tears none the less.
Poppy was shocked when Izzy hadn’t started to show disinterest half way through her rambling. Little did she know that not only was Izzy actually interested, but he was also used to someone rambling about animals. The penguins were a good change from snakes.
“Do you only work with penguins?”
“No, I work with most of the water creatures here. I stay away from the reptile house, those snakes creep me out. I don’t trust them,” Poppy felt a shiver travel through her as she thought of the snakes, or danger noodles as she called them behind closed doors. It wasn’t professional for someone who had a doctorate in zoology to call snakes danger noodles...even if that’s what they were.
“I’m Poppy by the way,” she sent a warm smile Izzy’s way after silence filled the air in between them.
“Izzy,” Izzy reached out his hand and quickly shook Poppy’s wet hand. He was almost shocked she hadn’t recognized him.
“Is this your first time here in the zoo?” Poppy asked hoping to keep the conversation alive. He was definitely the quiet type, but she liked that. She also liked that he was incredibly hot.
“I haven’t been here for at least 15 years....” Izzy watched the penguin Poppy was walking look at the photos of penguins that hung on the wall for decoration. Izzy decided it was strange seeing a penguin outside of its inclosure, but he figured it was strange seeing a rockstar in a zoo.
“Well I have only been here for one year, but a lot has changed. I’m already giving Phil, my penguin buddy here, a tour...would you like to join us? It would help me look more normal because I would be talking to an actual human instead of just a penguin. All that I ask would be for you to help keep your eyes out for any zoo patrons. I’m supposed to be avoiding visitors,” she hoped, no prayed that Izzy would join her. It was clear that he wasn’t from around here by the way he dressed, and she wanted to know what type of cowboy wore a floppy hat like the ones they worse in the musical Newsies.
After a quick chuckle, Izzy replied. “Well you haven’t been very good about staying away from zoo visitors, so I think you could use the help.” Truth be told, Izzy almost said no, but there was something about her silver eyes that caught his attention.
Poppy spent the next couple of hours giving Izzy the most in depth tour she could. She wouldn’t admit it, but she was definitely showing off. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had listened to her ramble this much, and she was going to take full advantage of it. She could hear her mother in the back of her head lecturing her on how she was boring the poor boy to death, but whenever he asked a question or sent a small smile her way she pushed that thought to the back of her head.
Izzy quickly learned that he could listen to her talk about her animals all day. Her silver eyes appeared a little greener whenever she talked about them. Her cheeks would blush and the tips of her ears would turn a little red whenever she apologizes for rambling, but Izzy would always reassure her that it was fine. This only made her cheeks go redder. He had to admit, it was pretty cute.
“That ones name is Edward. He is the one who startled me this morning resulting in me falling into the water,” Poppy pointed at one of the larger dolphins in the far right corner.
“He is defiantly my favorite then,” Izzy teased while looking the aquatic beast up and down.
“Edward doesn’t seem like a dolphin name,” he added walking over towards the dolphin she pointed out. He took another sip of the water that she had given him earlier in the tour. With all of their walking she didn’t want him to get dehydrated.
“That’s why I call him Axl,” this caught Izzy off guard causing him to choke on his water. After a couple of coughs he was able to regain his composure.
“Axl?”
“Yeah of Guns N’ Roses...he’s the lead singer, and according to the tabloids he is horny dick. Edward here shares a similar personality. I heard in a interview not too long ago that Axl is apparently from Lafayette, so I thought it was perfect,” she shrugged before she went back to watching the penguin who was clearly interested in his dolphin ‘friends’.
Izzy smirked as he watched dolphin Axl swim around. He wondered if she was a fan of Guns N’ Roses or just heard of the music. It was almost impossible to avoid hearing about the band. He had been trying to avoid the band entirely for weeks now. Bottom line, he appreciated that she didn’t know who he was. What he was or used to be.
“Looks like Axl is taking a liking to you,” she giggled as she pointed towards the dolphin that was clearly staring at him. Poppy giggled as Izzy moved left and right trying to test to see if the dolphin was actually looking at him. He felt like a fool, but her laugh was worth him making a fool of himself.
“If you ever want to go swimming with your new buddy, let me know. Usually Axl doesn’t like guys, but he seems like he wouldn’t be against swimming with you,” he turned to see the girl smiling from ear to ear.
“No, I’m good. I don’t feel like dealing with a horny Axl,” this earned a giggle from Poppy. It was true though, he had dealt enough with his Axl’s bull shit for years, and he didn’t need to meet the dolphin version.
“Well.....if you ever change your mind,” Poppy walked over towards a small table filled with fliers and grabbed one. She quickly flipped to the page that had her picture on it and wrote her phone number on it.
“This is my personal number, feel free to call it to go swimming....or...if you want to talk about other things. I’m sure you have heard enough about sea creatures to last you a while,” Poppy felt her cheeks flash red as she turned her focus towards the penguin, too intimidated to look Izzy in the eyes.
“Sure,” he said before she waved goodbye and headed behind a staff only door, penguin right behind her.
He opened the brochure and looked at the about our staff page she had written her number on. She looked very different in that photo. Her wetsuit was replaced by a white lab coat where the red hair that framed her face caused her freckles to stand out even more.
Doctor Poppy Thomas is our second aquatic specialist. As a proud Indiana Alumni, Dr Poppy earned her masters and PHD at Purdue University with a focus on animal rehabilitation and psychology. Poppy joined us during the Summer of 1990, and has become a quick favorite amongst the penguins.
Poppy couldn’t help the smile that was plastered on her face as she brought Philip back to the rehab room. She couldn’t believe that she had actually given someone her phone number. She was so proud of herself. Was it professional? No.
Did she do it anyway? Yes.
Plus if anyone asked she could just give a little while lie and say that he was writing a paper and needed to get a hold of her.
“Someone is in a good mood,” Poppy looked over towards Dr Elliot who was reading some academic journal.
“Went on a walk with Philip, he is moving his arm a lot better. He appears to almost have full range. Don’t ya buddy?” Poppy looked at the penguin who was minding his own business.
“Ohh good to hear Poppy!” Sally, one of their technicians, cheered while helping Poppy take off the harness.
“So who was the guy you were showing around? Was he someone who donated a lot of money or something?” Sally asked the moment Dr Elliot left the room.
Despite only being a vet technician, she had more experience with how their Zoo worked than Poppy. Sally had worked at the Zoo for over 10 years, and no one gets a tour unless they are someone special. Now if they were special to Poppy or to the Zoo was a totally different question.
“No, just a visiting paying patron of the zoo,” Poppy shrugged back.
Sally smirked as she saw the red hues fill Poppy’s cheeks. Did someone have a small crush?
“A cute paying patron?”
“I...uhhh...I didn’t notice,” this only earned a laugh from Sally.
“Ohh honey...one of the volunteers asked me why you were giving a tour to a cute guy who looked to be about you age ,” Sally smirked the entire time she was talking.
Poppy just brushed off her comment and went to change out of her wetsuit. Sally was married with two children, so she lived through Poppy. It was something Poppy had grown used to. Whether it was Sally telling her to go out to a bar or to see some concert, Sally would make the recommendations. Her recommendations would also include guys to date, her very unwanted recommendations.
Poppy then spent the rest of the day checking up on the other animals, Izzy never slipping her mind. She then drove home, trying to get her mind off of the boy she gave a tour to. She sang along to songs on the radio all while feeling bad for anyone nearby who heard her poor vocal skills. Once she got home, she walked into her cozy one bedroom apartment and immediately walked over towards her kitchen and began to cook. The entire time she never took her eyes off of the phone.
She grew impatient as dinner turned into watching a show which turned into showering and heading to bed. All hope of Izzy calling her diminished as she curled up under the covers.
Almost in parallel Izzy sat on his couch, silence filling the air. He had debated back and forth on whether or not to call her. He could hear his band mates...ex-bandmates in the back of his head giving him their unwanted advice. Axl was saying to move on, he was a rockstar and she was nothing. Slash was saying something about how she would be a good fuck because doctors know the human anatomy best. Steven and Duff were saying to go for it because she was cute. He let a groan escape him as he plopped down on the couch. Chicks were so much easier when he was in a band.
Izzy soon found himself digging through his bag that was filled with sheet music and other crap, eventually finding the flier with her number. He then found his phone and dialed the number, hoping it wasn’t too late. He turned towards the large black clock that hung on the wall. He cussed to himself as he noticed it was 3 in the morning.
He had almost lost hope when the phone continued to ring, but he felt a smile cross his face when he heard a groggy hello from the other end.
“Hey, Poppy? This is Izzy.”
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Crazy Rock and Roll Stories: Random Quarantine Thoughts
1. Members of 2Pac Shakur’s group, The Outlawz, upon his death smoked his ashes. I guess picture me rollin’ your ashes in a joint.
2. Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee of Motley Crue once bet each other, who could go longer without taking a shower. The bet would go on for a period of a few months. Why would you bet on that?
3. David Bowie in 1976 recorded the album, Station to Station. He was using so much cocaine at the time that he does not even remember recording the album whatsoever. In his defense, he was not eating and doing lines all day long, so you can not really blame him.
4. Upon Gram Parsons death, his father had decided to go against his wishes and give him a funeral. His manager knew that Parsons wanted to be cremated, so they stole his body, hightailed it into the desert, and set it on fire. The crazy thing was no arrests were made and he only received a $300 fine.
5. Prince used to go door-to-door in Minnesota as a Jehovah’s Witness. This was after he had become famous for his music. The artist formally known as Prince had the name of Brother Nelson when he was a Jehovah’s Witness. I wonder if he ever did it door-to-door with Michael Jackson?
6. Rick James made his debut to the television world on American Bandstand, while performing two songs and an interview with Dick Clark for an hour. People did not realize until later when he mentioned it in his autobiography that he was on quite a bit of cocaine at the time. The ironic thing is the fact that he sang about Mary Jane that day.
7. Everyone probably knows that John Bonham died from his own vomit. Perhaps, they don’t know that it was after consuming 40 vodkas throughout the course of the day. He was doing quadruple shots while recording with the rest of the band. That’s fairly insane.
8. This rumor has never ever been confirmed, but it is more than likely probably true. The Beatles were named members of the British Empire, and John Leonard mentioned that they smoked a joint in Buckingham Palace. George Harrison later denied this, but considering the fact that they probably smoked joints everywhere imaginable at the time.
9. Phil Spector once locked the Ramones in his studio forcing them to play music until 4:30 in the morning. Based on his other antics well known in the past including possibly murder, this should come as no surprise to anyone. He also once pointed a loaded gun at Leonard Cohen’s head. everybody knows that Phil Spector’s gun is loaded I guess.
10. This was obviously prior to the #metoo movement. In the 1970’s, Steven Tyler convinced a 14 year old girl’s parents to sign her over to him, so that they could date each other. If that happened today, you would not hear from the band Aerosmith ever again.
11. Guns N’ Roses guitarist Slash had a mountain lion as a pet. His list of exotic pets would not end there as he also owned 100 snakes that lived in his living room.
12. Zakk Wylde of Black Label Society once drank so much that it actually saved his life. One night he endured not one, but three blood clots that would have killed any sober person. Yet, due to the amount of alcohol in his blood, it was so thin that the clots passed right through and saved his life.
13. Billy Idol was partying in a hotel for three weeks straight in Thailand. He caused lots of damage to the hotel, which required the military to step in to escort him to the airport and out of the country. Yet, he refused to leave the hotel, which prompted them to tranquilize him and take the singer to the airport on a stretcher.
14. During a birthday party at the Holiday Inn in Detroit, Michigan, drummer Keith Moon of the Who drove a Rolls-Royce into the hotel swimming pool. He was subsequently banned for life from every Holiday Inn in the world. Apparently, he would not be doing any Holiday Inn Express commercials either.
15. On an airplane, Izzy Stradlin of Guns N’ Roses did not want to wait any longer to use the bathroom. He went ahead and just urinated in the aisle of the airplane leading to his arrest.
16. James Brown once pulled a shotgun on people at his house for using his toilet. He would later lead police on a chase that led to him serving some time in prison. All you can say about this is PCP can be one hell of a drug.
17. Rod Stewart really loved cocaine, but he worried about doing damage to his nasal passages affecting his ability to sing. For years, he took cocaine anally using suppositories. I guess all you can say is that literally kicks ass I guess.
18. Ace Frehley of Kiss once drank an entire bottle of perfume when he realized that there was alcohol in it. He was clearly intoxicated at the time, and apparently a liquor store run was out of the question.
19. Slash once ran around an Arizona golf course screaming eventually breaking a glass door because he thought the alien from Predator was trying to kill him. He was so high that he even used a maid as a shield from the supposed predator. Unfortunately, Arnold Schwarzenegger was not available at the time to help.
20. Ozzy Osbourne was once hanging out with Motley Crue at a hotel pool. He was so upset when told there was no cocaine for him to do that he snorted a line of ants from the ground as a substitute. No words.
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