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PLEASE POST THE IZZY PART FOR THE NO NUT NOVEMBER
A/n: Only one more of these to make B). This was going to be much shorter but it felt weird to make one really short when the other's are longer so I just kept going and I like this ending much more than the other one and I hope you agree, Izzy lovers are honestly the best kinds of people.
Warnings: smut, oral sex(f+m receiving), fingering(f receiving), degradation, drugs, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy :3
Intro
Izzy left the studio with not much care. So long as he wasn’t the first out no one would care, right? Besides, all he really wanted was to stir the pot as per usual, and he did it like a pro. That’s all there was to it. He went on with his business and didn’t think too much about it.
Or so he thought.
He wasn’t doing anything with anyone, staying home more often than not and if he wasn’t he was getting cracked out of his mind at parties where that’s all anyone was doing, no one was getting ready for some action.
His stash was running low so he invited some people over, hoping to fix off of them. When people started showing up and getting loaded he happened to notice someone he’d never seen before.
He asked around and someone eventually gave him something. A friend of a friend of a dealer. Izzy didn’t think too much of it, someone else just trying to get high like him, what’s there to it?
Only, he kept catching her watching him.
At some point he’d gone to the bathroom to snort something alone. He’d just started when you came in and closed the door behind you. He gave you a look. “Sorry, I’m not sharing.” He mumbled.
“I’m not into that stuff.” You responded as he snorted another line. He looked back up at you with a confused expression.
“Then why are you here?” You shrugged and looked up to the fluorescent lighting.
“I’m into other stuff.” Izzy nodded.
“Smack?” He asked, looking at your arm for any track marks. “Heroin?” You took a step closer to him. “Come on, give me a hint, at least.” He asked with a wonky smile. You chewed your cheek and dropped to your knees, looking up at him with innocent starry eyes.
When Izzy saw that he was reminded of the bet. Now, he wasn’t ready to say no to a face like that but he wasn’t ready to forfeit either. Tough decision.
“Sorry, I can’t, my friends and I have this bet-”
“What kind of bet?” You interrupted.
“To see who can last the whole month without, like, doing anything.” He chuckled to himself at how stupid it sounded in his mind.
“Would you be the first one out?” Izzy let out a heavy breath at that and shook his head. All he wanted was to stir the pot and not be the last one out, right now it was just him and Slash. Oh shit, he was in the finals! He hadn’t thought about it that way. “Then what’s the big deal?” Izzy sucked his bottom lip and stared down at you, trying to think through the haze in his mind.
You stayed on your knees, looking up at him and watching for a reaction as you lifted up his shirt. Just enough so you could see his happy trail and press your plush lips to his abdomen. That pretty much killed any thought Izzy had against this.
As you kissed him he undid his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers, hitting you in the face with his dick. You happily took the tip into your mouth and started swirling your tongue around it while your hand came up to stroke him.
He was already leaning against the counter behind him for stability when you took more of him into your mouth, getting yourself used to him hitting the back of your throat before taking him all in your mouth, gagging slightly on his length.
Izzy’s head was thrown back in pleasure as your head bobbed up and down on him. You started touching yourself through your clothes, getting off on Izzy’s pleasure. When you started moaning around his member he couldn’t help cum, the vibrations sent him over the edge. He grabbed you by the back of the head and pulled you down on him as he shot his load down your throat, guttural groans slipping past his lips.
When he was done he let go of you and let you pull away to catch your breath. You wiped your mouth and chin of the drool that had slipped out the corners of your mouth.
Izzy tilted your head up with a finger under your chin. “Did you swallow it all?” He asked with a lazy grin. You smiled up at him and opened your mouth wide to show you had. “Good girl.”
Having lost the bet already there was no point in looking back now. He gestured for you to get up and you did, now standing in front of him. He brought his hand to your waist and guided you to the counter where he could bend you over, lifting your skirt over your ass to give him a perfect view of you.
You were wearing a thin pair of panties and fishnet stockings. Izzy admired you for a moment before gripping the fishnets and snapping the weak threads holding them together, making a bigger opening for him. He pinned your panties to the side and thrust into you, your cunt already soaked.
He waited a moment, taking in how hot you felt wrapped around him, the face he could see you making in the mirror. He started moving, watching your face for a reaction he liked and when he saw one he knew to keep hitting that spot.
Of course it had your mind running miles a minute. The way his tip kissed that perfect spot inside you that had you seeing stars over and over again. His hold on your hips was tight, sure to leave bruises for you to look back on with fond memories.
Your favourite were the soft grunts and groans you’d hear in your ear. Heavy breaths mixed with the occasional moan. He was watching you in the mirror but you were also watching him as his head rolled back, you’d catch glimpses of his eyes crossing before he shut them tight.
Izzy took a hand off your hip to turn your face towards him so he could kiss you. His tongue slipped past your lips with ease. Your moans fell onto his lips as you came hard around him, slick dripping down between your thighs. The way you clenched around him was the last straw for him and he came again inside of you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you impossibly closer to him.
“Fuck.” Izzy breathed, kissing you one last time before pulling away and watching his cum ooze out of you. He dropped to his knees and started lapping at your folds.
“Fuck!” You squeaked and tried to push his head away but he didn’t budge. “Izzy! Izzy, s’too much.” You whined. He responded with a harsh slap on your ass, leaving a pink mark. He continued eating you out like his life depended on it, sucking every ounce of your dignity you had as you watched yourself in the mirror. Your face contorting in pleasure, your hips bucking back to meet his face.
He pushed a skilled finger into you, making you cum with only a few pumps as he hit that same special spot every time and sent you over the edge.
“You’re such a bitch, you know that?” He mumbled as he stood up again behind you, now holding you and resting his head on your shoulder. “Sneaking into my house, getting me into the bathroom, sucking me off when I told you I couldn’t...” He had this smirk as he spoke, it was tired but carried a very needed amount of teasing.
“You could’ve stopped me if you wanted to.” You replied in an equally tired manner, leaning back on him slightly.
“I didn’t want to.” He said firmly, giving your neck a soft kiss.
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I can’t stop thinking abt sub slash I need a fanfic if that’s possible.
₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘ moaning like a bitch
﹗pairing; slash x fem! reader
★🎸 summary: sub! slash :3
★ contains/warnings: sub! slash. dom! fem! reader. oral (f. receiving). handjob. mentions of degradation and praise. spelling/grammar mistakes maybe.
★ authors note: I'm so fuckin sorry for not posting in a while everything is so hectic rn.
✩ ᵕ̈ ིྀ ! due to his confident and laid-back stage persona combined with his heavy drinking habits and drug consumption many people believed slash to be an egotistical, dominating man, yet behind closed doors he was the complete opposite when he was alone with her. with [name] slash felt small, submissive, even delicate and dainty. it was strange.
he didn't know how or why he was feeling these things towards her, these sexual whims to follow her ever command to just appeared as soon as he laid eyes on her, he needed to be hers, desperately.
his bare back was against her semi-clothed chest. she trailed her right hand down his chest, caressing his bare skin, her left hand toying with his plethora of necklaces. shortly after, he right hand continued to trail down, gently wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. a soft, pleading whine escaped slash's lips at the newfound sensation.
[name] stroked him at an awfully slow pace, his whines and moans filled the previous silence of the bedroom. her soft, warm hand trailed up from the base to the tip of his cock. it was a dark red hue, dribbles of pre-cum leaking from the slit, trailing down towards his neatly shaven base. his mouth was opened a-gape, continuous plead escaping his plump red lips.
he fidgeted at the pleasure, his hands clawing at the now messed up white bedsheets. slash felt absolutely pathetic, so vulnerable. he was moaning and crying like a bitch, it was truly an incredible, lustful sight. her warm lips pressed softly against his ear, muttering a myriad of praises as well as degrading words and expressions.
'you're such a good boy for me' , and 'you're a pathetic little bitch' were just some of the many praises and degrading words that escaped [name]'s lips and were directed at him. despite the words being rather simple they turned him on so much and only pushed him closer and closer to the edge.
the pace of her stroking abruptly quickened, lewd sounds of his pre-cum getting smothered up and down his length, causing it to glisten beautifully. slash rested his head back against her shoulder, biting his bottom lip, his brown eyes half-lidded, he seemed overcome by lust.
his hands reached up to her forearm, clawing at it as the pitch of his moans began to rise. slash's eyes trailed to her lips, his plump ones parting as he attempted to catch his breath, [name] innocently smiled at him, leaning her head down. the two shared a messy kiss, spit streaming down the their chins. he pushed himself back against her, bucking his hips.
a multitude of curse words escaped his lips and without warning spurts of thick, white cum spilled from his cock, landing on slash's stomach and chest area as well as the palm of [name]'s hand. he panted, breathlessly, glancing up at her as she deliciously and rather pornographically licked his cum off of her palm, somewhat savoring the slightly salty taste. her clean left hand grabbed his chin, moving his head up, passionately kissing his bitten pink lips.
throughout the span of the kiss he could faintly taste his own cum. he moan slightly at the flavor, pulling away from the kiss. a string of saliva now connecting their tongues as they parted away from one another. slash then placed a hand on her shoulder, making her lay down against the mountain of pillows.
he slotted his head in-between her plush thighs, gripping the flesh. his pink tongue stuck out of his mouth as he licked a stripe from her clit down to her entrance, continuously focusing his tongue on her sensitive clit. once again praises escaped her lips, her hands, tightly grasping onto the roots of his curls, grinding her hips against her face.
slash simply laid in place, letting her somewhat ride his face and pleasure herself. her pleasure-filled moans encouraging him to maintain his position, maintaining his face shoved in between her folds. eventually, slash inserted his tongue into her entrance. his face became an even bigger mess, [name]'s arousal not only coating his lips now but also his chin and up to the bridge of his nose.
with every thrust of his tongue or bump of his nose against her clit, and even every kiss he planted on her fluttering cunt inched he closer and closer to an anticipated orgasm. he pulled his tongue out of her entrance, now licking her clit over and over, stimulating it, causing her to finally release all over his face.
a small smile crept up on his face, placing a plethora of kisses along her jawline. the kisses were innocent, unlike their previous actions. this night was surely one to remember, and maybe being subby wasn't so bad.
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Slash x reader
“𝓜𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓶𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮.”
“She can take my soul for the record, I don’t give a shit.”
one shot x reader
disclaimers : age gap (modern day slash), smut, thigh riding, unprotected sex, overstimulation, slash’s feral internal dialogue, cursing, smoking, rough stuff, grown girls stuff <33
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y/n pov
I started to work as a staff member for Guns n’Roses a few months ago. Everything is great as fuck. The music, the job, the mood all around the band. In overall, everything is going well. My relationships with the band members were super friendly and they made me feel quickly as if I was part of the gang. But there is one thing. One person. Him. Slash. The moment I started my job here he immediately started teasing me. Nothing big. He tells me how much of a weird chick I am, he gives me smug smiles anytime he sees me as a way of saying “here comes the freak”. It has never felt as if he hates me or anything, it just amuses him to see me rolling my eyes to his puns. When I first discovered Slash, I admit that I developed a crush on him, you know the “rockstar crush”. I didn’t start to work here for that, but seeing him almost everyday was definitely a plus, well, if he didn’t drive me crazy with his provocations. It is a plus, yes, but I actually never thought of trying anything with him. I am a younger chick in whom he’d see no interest, apart from a way of having fun. I wouldn’t mind but that would be too complicated to manage with this job. Honestly, most of the time, his jokes make me laugh. I look at him with a pissed off grin and say “haha” or I stick out my tongue. It became a game between us. To the words of Duff “leave the girl alone man”. Apparently, Slash doesn’t listen to his best friend’s advice because he never stops. If we weren’t so different or if I knew him a little better I would say he’s flirting with me. “What a weird chick you are.” sounds like a love declaration coming from a man with such an attraction for creepy stuff. I do think about it as flirting sometimes. Mostly the days when I'm not in the mood for his jokes I imagine he’s flirting with me, helps me to not actually kill him. Being with a man like him wouldn’t bother me, actually, I would love it. He isn’t only hot and cool. He is interesting, passionate, peaceful but wild and genuinely beautiful. Beautiful on the inside and on the outside.
I am a person that’s pretty impulsive. When I feel frustrated, I will go for it, even if it means breaking my own promises. I try to hold myself back, but I have no desire to be perfect. I smoke, I have a high body count, anger issues, I keep doing the same shits over and over again and failing. But I also have skills that I don’t hide, I am strong minded and the way I see it : it has never really helped me with my relationships to people. Especially men. Labeling me “weird chick” is not original Saul. I’m sure most women are like me. But the world doesn’t see it I guess.
Today, I am not in the mood. We’ve got some problems with the gears, the venue isn’t ready and my hormones are working on me. Everything in me is boiling, every emotion. I can manage my emotions and impulses, hormones are not an excuse to be an asshole. But in this type of job, you have to take a lot of shit from people you don’t like so the band themselves don’t have to. Granted, they had to confront them in order to make their band what it is today but man, this isn’t easy. So, as for today, frustration will be my motto. One person pisses me off, I will send them to their grave.
As if it wasn’t enough, we’ve asked me to bring some guitar gear in Slash’s backstage room. I have purposely avoided him since the start of my shift, which is not easy when you are working for him. So far it seems to work, changing hallways last minute, not going to the crowded places and most importantly, his backstage room. From the glimpses of him I saw thorough the day I could tell you how beautiful he looked. He always does, but today it’s working on me. Which is frustrating me even more because I want to see him as much as I want to avoid him. His style didn’t change much from any other day, the sunglasses, the leather jacket, the hat and one of those shirts he has the secret of. It’s just that today is a day where my mind said fuck off to any type of morals I may try to have and I have to manage it as best as I can.
Before going into his backstage room, I made sure he wasn’t around. As I enter the room and leave his gear I can’t help but stop in front of the mirror before heading out. I contemplate my reflection, my eyes lingering over my body. The sadder part with those days is that I feel like I can’t and will never be understood or loved. This doesn’t bother me the majority of the time because it’s probably true and I have made peace with it a long time ago. My emotions are on the verge on days like those, so I let myself grief this fact. I wouldn’t say I look beautiful. I wouldn’t say I am satisfied with my life right now. Even if it is going slowly in the right direction. I let out a tear thinking of all this and whip it away quickly.
“- Looking good y/n, trying to cosplay a zombie?” Slash laughs.
Shit. Just what I fucking needed.
“- Not today Saul.” i answer, rolling my eyes.
He is standing right behind me, I can see his smug smile and I know his eyes are playful even if they are hidden behind sunglasses.
“- Wow, Saul? Did somebody give you food after midnight?” he jokes.
I turn around and look at him with defiant eyes. He needs to be teached a lesson. You don’t piss y/n off like that. Slash or not Slash. I don’t know what I am about to do, but that’s definitely going to be interesting.
“- Fuck you. Did it ever occur to you that your teasing game might piss me off?” i ask, sassily.
“- And what are you going to do about it?” he teases, again, big smile on his lips.
“- Well… I could do that.” i say in a provocative tone.
I slowly wrap my fingers around the sides of his sunglasses and remove them off his face. I let them fall on the floor. I want to stay defiant to his eyes, I want to keep holding his gaze. Being nice and clean, putting away his sunglasses nicely is not in my scenario today. There’s a look I have never seen on him before. A fire in his eyes. He holds my gaze as hard as I hold his. My breath becomes heavier as I approach my lips dangerously to his. I can feel his chest go up and down heavily. It’s working.
“- See. Pretty annoying right?” i smile.
Fuck. The swift of breath from his lips too close to my smile is actually going to drive ME crazy. What an ass. Making me feel this way. I must stay focused. He smiles back at me, hinting his approval. He understood that we entered a game and he is letting me play. Let’s see how much I can push him before I make him mad. He doesn’t say a word, waiting for my next move. I step back and close the door. I remark that Slash is studying me, looking at my body, his stare lingering over my ass and hips. At this instant, the teasing game turned into lust.
I breathe heavily, getting him to stare back into my eyes.
“- Careful where your eyes linger big boy.” i incite, biting my lower lip.
I approach him again, purposely making him take a step back in the direction of the couch behind him.
“- I could also do that.” i smirk.
I grab his crotch. His cock hardens immediately at my grip. My pussy gets wet at this simple touch. I didn’t know how much teasing and keeping a person on edge could make me feel that much desire. Or maybe it’s Slash. Probably both, this raw, pure, lustful desire. Everything in my head is torn apart and I question everything. Did he start teasing just for fun or was he trying to hold back everything I am about to unleash right now. Was it his way of making me a part of his life? And why didn’t he make me understand this obvious desire we have for each other earlier. Fuck. I need him.
I hear him groan and get even bigger in the cup of my hand. I push him on the couch. A big guy like him wouldn’t flinch from a light push from me. I’m not weak but I did not push him very strongly. He let himself be pushed, waiting for my next move. His legs are spread and I take a seat on one of his thighs.
“- I don’t know what you want from me Saul, but I will take what I want. Is that okay?” i ask languorously.
He doesn’t talk, he just bops his head with an audacious smile, answering affirmatively to my question.
“- Good.” i chuckle.
I dispose my lips on his neck. Biting slightly making sure to leave all the spots my lips went to stay wet with my taste. I start kissing his face, all the spots I can, expect his lips, leaving him on edge, teasing him. As I do just that, I start rubbing my clothed cunt against his thigh. I feel him gasp, both for the frustration on his lips and in his pants. I leave a mark in his neck, right under his ear only for me to go above and nip alternatively on both his ears.
“- Mmmh… Fuck.” i curse in between moans.
I rub against his thigh ruthlessly, my thrusts are short but harsh and my pleasure grows more and more. My back arch and I end up using my hands to support myself on his shoulders. I throw my head back and I hear Slash groan. A frustrated groan, making me even more thrilled. Knowing that at this right moment I own him just for my only pleasure makes me even more horny. His thigh is so comfortable, imagining how his pretty cock must be almost brings me to my release.
It’s getting harder for me to hold on. I don’t want him to touch me, I want to keep him on his limit so I take it upon myself and rub as good as I can on his leg.
“- Saul! Fuck that’s good!” i cry.
I pant heavily and I feel my jeans getting soaked with my cum. My legs shake and squeeze around Saul’s leg and my cheeks are all blushed with my effort.
I won.
Slash looks like he is about to explode. Good for him. He looks mesmerized and embittered. That’s what you get for being a little bitch like that. A wild mess lost in his thought. What a magnificent view.
I kiss his lips very quickly and lightly before smiling while putting myself together. Even if this kiss was quick, I had never felt such soft comfortable lips.
“- See. That’s what you get for teasing me.” i playfully say, getting off him.
Saul stays still on the couch, his eyes on fire and I walk toward the door, happy to have pushed his limit, ready to resist his game.
Slash pov
What a fucking bitch. A beautiful mess, out of breath and still taking away mine. She is lighting herself a cigarette. Like she is gonna get away with this. I can’t hold on anymore, I have to make her mine. I have to have her all for me, I have to fuck her and make her come again but this time around my cock. I have to make her my girl.
Truth is, ever since she started working here she drives me crazy. She is one of those women that don’t give a shit. She has no mind about being perfect, she’s completely detached from reality, she does her things and she doesn’t take shit. She’s a weird chick some might say, but I absolutely adore creepy shits. Her wilderness and emotions are always so honest. I have held back for the past few months because she’s much younger than me. I’ve never felt as if I was worth dating a chick like her and I was sure she would say no. I’d rather tease her and at least have some kind of interactions with her than avoid her all the time.
Before she could open the door I push her against the wall. Her eyes look like a lost puppy. I take the cigarette out of her mouth and throw it in the ashtray on the table. She had all the time she needed to get away, but she stayed here. Back against the wall still high on her orgasm. Watching her pleasuring herself on my thigh was both a torture and delight. I wanted to touch her and make her come with my hands. She refused and left me on edge. The only thought in my head was among the lines of “What a bitch, I want her.” I come back to her and put one of my hands on her waist pushing her more against the wall and the other in her neck, my fingers playing with her jawline. I breathe close to her mouth for a few seconds, teasing her as she did. She seems to take frustration way harder than me because she looks pissed and starved, and this makes me even more out of my mind. I take her lips hungrily, I kiss her, starving for her tongue. Fuck, I shouldn’t be so crazy about her but here she is, moaning in my mouth begging for my tongue to play with hers. Such soft lips. So tender and matching mine perfectly.
“- You shouldn’t have done that y/n. I will not let you get away, so if you wanna go, go now.” i say to her, drunk on her scent.
She moans as I take the back of her thighs and wrap her legs around me. Still against the wall, I wait for her answer while kissing her collarbone.
“- Hmmm… do it.” she almost whispers.
“- Do what?” i tease.
“- For Christ’s sake! Do it! Fuck me fuckhead!” she laments.
“- Your desires are orders madam.” i answer her playfully, smiling in the crook of her neck.
I go back to her mouth, mixing my tongue with hers while I tease her thighs with my hands. I can feel her wet cunt on my lower stomach and her laments desperate to deal with this ache. To hell with it. She deserves it. I rip her thin shirt away to expose her tits to me. She will take my shirt. Fuck it. She doesn’t wear a bra and I can access her perfect tits immediately. I lick and bite them mercilessly, teasing her more and more. I can’t wait to enter her but I just want to hear her beg for me.
“- Saul… mmhm… stop.. mmh… fucking around… mmhm… and fuck me already!” she pants, out of breath.
“- I fucking love the way you curse all the time.” i tell her, biting the skin around her nipple.
I remove her pants and underwear. What a pretty sight. What a pretty cunt. I could make this my meal for the rest of my life. I’d never starve. I put her back against the wall. I want to show her how bad I’ve wanted her for the last months. I want to show her what I wanted to do to her every time she’d pass over me in a hallway. How hungry, how bad I have been craving her. I unbuckle my pants and let my dick free. Her eyes got bigger and she opened her mouth to the view of my hard cock. She looks at it like she got to have a taste of her favorite meal and it drives me crazy. I give her no time to comment before I push her head against the wall kissing her lips as I bury myself deep inside of her. She’s so fucking wet. Fucking hell. I know I’m stretching her out. I can feel it. I love it.
“- SAUL!” she gasps, gripping my back. “It’s so fucking big!”
“- Shh.. I know you can take it. Scream if you need to baby, I don’t give a shit if we hear us.” i answer, moving in and out of her.
I pound into her fast and hard, making her moan each time I shove myself deep into her. She’s so damn hot. She feels so good. That’s it. I’m taking her with me. Her face becomes a mess as she cannot seem to catch her breath correctly. Between kisses, her mouth stays wide open, sometimes, she bites her lips, letting out small whimpers. I love it rough and she’ll love it too. I can tell she already does.
“- Saul… aahh.. that’s fucking good aaahh don’t stop.” she screams.
See? Told you. I give her one last hard pound and lift her up grabbing the back of her thighs. I’m still inside her, my cock hitting her deep every step I take. Her little whines are a melody I am more than happy to work on. She tries her best to hold onto me and makes my hat fall as she moves her arms around my neck. Whatever man, I have been wearing this hat since ages, her, it’s the first time. As I throw her on the couch my dick slips out of her, leaving me without her. What kind of fucking witch is she? Seconds out of her and my cock already misses her cunt.
“- Turn around.” i command, removing my shirt.
She smiles defiantly and executes herself. I waste no time and shove my dick back into her as I push as deep as I can. I keep her head buried in the couch as I mercilessly pound into her. I hear her whimper in pleasure. My mouth next to her ear, laughing, biting it slightly.
“- This is what you fucking get when you’re being a bitch.” i whisper in her ear.
I continue my rough pounding leaving trails of kisses all along her back. I know I’m about to come, how can I not when I’m banging her? Trust me though, I’m far from being finished with her.
“- AAH SAUL! I’M COMING! PLEASE! COME IN ME! FUCKING DO!” i hear her scream, muffled on the couch.
Just what I fucking needed. Hell yeah I will my love.
Not long after I come into her pussy still pounding as I feel her legs shake and her cunt getting tighter. She fucking came all over my cock. Just like I said I wanted her to. I grab her by the hair and bring her to my chest. She turns her head to me. She’s a mess with her hair all over her face, sticking with her sweat. Out of breath and panting for air. So beautiful. So fucking beautiful, as usual. I give her a wet sloppy kiss, removing the hair out of her face.
“- Good girl.” i tease into her ear.
I put her back on my side and lift her up again to sit her on the table. I still need her. I’m hard again like a fucking horny teenager. She makes me into this sex depraved slave succubuses love so much. She can take my soul for the record, I don’t give a shit. She can be the devil, a witch or an alien. To me, she's first and for all the woman I want, the one I desire and I want to be with. Bitch, witch, baby. Something like that. And in her eyes, I’m probably just the fucking dumbass who dared touching her. That’s okay. I’m cool with it. If she always looks at me the way she does now, I’m cool with it.
Sucking on her tits, I shove myself into her again, immediately pounding her hard. Her legs shake uncontrollably so I lock them up around my waist. She lies down on the table playing with her tits, moaning and biting her lips.
“- Oh my god that’s so good. Aaahh… Continue.” she cries.
Putting my hand around her neck I bring her back to my chest. Her back arches frantically at every movement I do inside her. So that’s why she was lying down. I slow down and move little by little inside of her to see how she moves her ass and back around on the table.
“- FUCKING STOP THE TEASING ASSHOLE… AAAH” she whimpers.
She puts her arms behind my neck and lets her nails sink into my back. With her head buried in the crook of my neck I laugh and go back to my hard pace. Hearing her little cries makes me the happiest man on earth. I hold her with one hand on her back and the other in the back of her head. At this instant, it’s like she is all mine. Like she could break if I let her go.
“- There babygirl, take it all, like the good slut you are. I know you love it, don't hold back.” i kiss her forehead before leaving her head to fall back in my neck.
“- AAH FUCK YES THAT’S GOOD! I’M SO FF-UUL IT’S SO B-BIG!” she whimpers.
Her fucking voice drives me crazy. She bites and teases my neck violently as a way to show me she is still holding on. I’m sure my back is all scratched and marked by now, but i’ll let her take everything off of me if it means I can get to fuck her brains out like right now. I groan, knowing I'm almost there, when I feel her legs squeeze around my waist and her back arch I know she’s also about to come again. I embrace her tightly as I screw her as fast and deep as I can.
“- AH…MHH… HAA… HM… SAUL… YES! YES! YES!” she comes screaming my name.
I come in her again. She stays like that for a few minutes. Panting, all naked into my arms. I hear her broken voice laugh slightly.
“- So that was it… all this teasing.” she laughs again.
“- You have no idea how much I wanted to fuck your brains out, teasing me back like that was not a good idea.” i answer.
“- Oh it definitely was a good idea. And I’ll do it again.”
“- No need to. I’m not letting you go. You’re mine now.”
She moves around to be able to look at me in the eyes. Her arms still wrapped around my neck and her cheeks still all flustered.
“- I am?” she smirks.
This smirk could make me fuck her again right now. Yes she is. I have been tortured by her presence for the past few months, now that she’s here I'm not letting her go. I move around to get a cloth to clean her up with. When I go back to her I catch her shy smile as she turns her head on the side.
“- Okay.” she almost whispers, smiling slightly.
I can’t resist taking her chin to turn her head to me to kiss her deeply. There was a chance it was a pure unique act of lust for her. A chance she’d left and say “never again”. A chance I’d taste her pussy only once with my cock, trying to forget how much I want to eat her out. A chance she’d realize I was older than her and she’d get away from me. Looking at the clock on the wall I realize it’s time for the show. What a great fucking day. Fucking the chick I’ve been thinking off non stop since months, playing on stage and then get back to fucking her. The two things I love the most. After the show, I’ll steal her away and get her back with me. What the fuck is the manager gonna tell me anyway? They don’t need her as much as I do.
“- Show’s gonna start baby. Let’s get the job done.” i wink, my hands resting on her waist.
I take my shirt and put it on her. God she looks so hot in my shirt. She should only wear that. She gives me a doubtful stare.
“- It’s okay, I’m hot anyway.” i smile.
Her gaze is playful as she goes down on her knees. She licks her lips and grabs my penis in her hand. She kisses slowly the tip of my cock. I take a deep breath and her smile goes feeble.
“- See you later big boy.” she brightens up again.
Bitch.
There she puts it back in my pants to only leave me my belt to put back on. Bitch. She’s lucky I can hide my bulge behind my guitar, she’s lucky we don’t have time. On the floor, I see her grab her thong that she slides into my pocket.
“- Eye for an eye.” she teases.
This isn’t fair. I give her my shirt, she gives me a piece of art. Putting her pants back on, I light her cigarette again and put it in her mouth.
“- Always finish what you started.” i say, getting her hair out of her face.
“- Whatever.” she rolls her eyes. “Go do your job.” she stops. “Play as good as you always do.” she smiles, cupping my face in her hands.
“- Coldness with a tinge of consideration, exactly what I love.” i kiss her neck, before letting her slip away to get out.
I hear her laugh evaporate as she disappears in the hallway. I know she’s playing around, she stays composed like her legs weren’t still shaking seconds from now. How fucking cool she is.
The show went great. When I get back backstage I see her there, cheering the end of this awesome show. She put on a leather jacket. After the show, we generally answer interviews and talk with some fans to end up having a little party all together. Not as wild as in my 20s, but still not very well-behaved. Tonight, I don’t give a shit, I have other businesses to attend. I greet the guys and let them know I’m going.
“- Where you going man, something to do?” Duff asks me.
I arrive in front of y/n and lift her up over my shoulder. She gasps and laughs.
“- Yeah man, something urgent! Might take me a long time, might kill me. Just in case, y’all can start looking for a new lead!”
“- Dumbass.” i hear her answer, which makes me laugh.
I fucking love her bitchy tone.
I admit. She won.
y/n pov
Here I am, being carried around like a sack of potatoes by the man I thought I could never have. I had the best sex of my life and something tells me I’m about to get it again. If I knew, I would have teased him back a long time ago. He said I was his.
In truth, he’s mine.
iii];)’ .・• ✰ ⋆
“Face of an angel with the love of a witch”.
A/N : i wrote that when i was horny as hell, clearly came from my delusions, i love the idea of slash having this feral internal dialogue because he just wants you so bad! enjoy loves <33 (slash if you read this i’m ready for your love ;))
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could you write a smut where the fem reader is a virgin and she had the 1st time with modern Izzy Stradlin?
Of course! I don't have any pictures of modern Izzy, so please ignore that😞 here ya go !
Slow and Gentle.
Warnin's : Virgin reader, some praise, fluffy-smut, mention of birth control, aftercare 💋💋💋
Izzy sat down on the bed, gently pulling you onto his lap. He rubbed your back slowly, whispering into your ear that he's got you. He reaches for the hem of your shirt, looking up into your eyes for approval, to which you nod. He pulls off your shirt carefully, eyes widening at the sight of your beautiful tits.
"Sweetheart, you're gorgeous..." he whispered, unclipping your bra, sliding it off with ease. You wanted to cover yourself, but you trusted Izzy. You knew he'd take care of you.
He slid his own shirt off, kissing your lips, and trailing his lips down to your neck. He decides to dare further on, kissing down from your collarbone to your tits, before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. He runs his tongue over it, kissing it gently before pulling away to give the other the same treatment. You can't lie, it was nice. Izzy knew what he was doing, and he was doing it all at your pace.
His left hand trailed down, fingertips brushing against your stomach before he pulled your skirt down. His other hand snaked around to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a slow kiss. Your lips and tongues danced against eschother's as his fingers grazed against your panties.
"I can't believe I get to do this with someone so perfect..." he smiled, kissing from below your brests to your navel.
"Can I go ahead and take these off, sweetheart?" You nodded in approval, amd he tugged them down oh-so carefully. He looks down as he does, almost drooling at the sight. He lifts your hips up, fully sliding your panties and skirt off of your body. His fingers trail down, drawing circles on your thighs as he leans in to kiss your neck. You moan softly, and he chuckles.
"Are you ready, baby? I'll only do one finger to start with, I don't wanna overwhelm you," he speaks softly into your ear, his breath on it causing you to shiver.
"Yeah, go ahead," is all you can say before he rubs his index finger through your folds. Your slick collects on his finger, and he groans quietly. "So wet for me, darling, so wet." He rubs the pad of his finger over your clit in gentle, slow circles, before applying more pressure. You arch your back, gasping softly as he smirks. "There it is, there we go."
After a few more lazy rubs at your clit, he moves his finger to your entrance. "I'm gonna put it in now, okay?" You look down at his finger, slightly hesitant. He kisses your cheek reassuringly. "You can do it, baby. You can take it, I know you can. I'll go slow, and if you wanna adjust first, tell me. You can take it, baby. I'm here for you."
After a moment, you nod. He slowly slips his finger inside of you, disappearing into your dripping pussy. Your eyes widen, it isn't painful, it just feels a little odd. He looks up at you for any signs of discomfort before slowly pumping his finger into you. Your eyes widen- it feels good, really good. He kisses your neck, curling his fingers up and immediately finding that spot that makes you weak. You arch your back into his touch, moaning softly. "Oh? Does that feel good? You like that?" He smirks, knowing you do. "Yeah," you sigh in pleasure, and he continuously curls his fingers up to that spot. You feel tears pricking your eyes as you cling onto his shoulders, a knot in your forming inside of you.
"Izzy, I think I'm gonna cum..." you trail off, shuddering and trembling on his lap, he cusses under his breath, looking up at you. "Look at me, baby, I wanna see your face when you cum. You can do it, you can take it. Feels good, yeah?" His words send you off the edge, and you sob in pleasure. You cum all over his finger, gripping onto his shoulder as you do. "Fuck, Izzy..." "I know, I've got you..."
"Do you think you can take me? I'd need to use more than one finger." You nod quickly, burying your face into his neck, and he chuckles softly. "There's a good girl, you can do it." He slowly draws his finger back inside of your pussy, slowly slipping a second in. The new stretch kind of hurts, so you tap his shoulder, letting him know you need to adjust. He doesn't move his finger, not even slightly. After a moment, you tap his shoulder again, and he starts pumping his fingers inside of you once more, working you open. Your eyes widen- it feels even better than before. You moan and whimper at the feeling, and he looks up at you, getting off on just your face alone as he smirks. "Want another? I think you can take it, you're already so wet, two already slipped in with ease. What do you think?" You nod, already lost in bliss, but he stops moving inside of you, much to your dissatisfaction. "I'm sorry, baby, I just don't want you to cum yet."
Finally, he slips a third in, immediately thrusting all three in. He curls the up towards your g-spot, and you feel like you could cum right then and there. Izzy looks up into your eyes, and he almost cums at the sight alone. Your lips slightly parted, tears of pleasure flooding your eyes, god. You're such a gorgeous sight, he doesn't think he ever wants to stop. He's definitely gonna jack off to the thought of that look on your face alone. After another moment or so, he pulls his fingers out, sucking them clean. You whine at the loss of pleasure, desperate now. "Please, please, Izzy..." but he doesn't have to hear anymore. He lifts your hips off of him, unzipping his pants, and finally, pulling them down all the way. He slips out of his pants, then his boxers, freeing himself. You look down at his cock, eyes wide. "Baby, that's not gonna fit..." you tell him, and he shakes his head.
"It'll fit, baby. If not, I'll let you adjust. We can stop at anytime, too, if you want. Are you ready?" You nod hesitantly, and he lines himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushes in, half of his length already deep in you as he groans amd curses. He stops half-way in, letting you adjust. He feels your pussy pulse and clench down on him. That, and the look on your face, could make him cum alone. After a moment, you tap his shoulder, and he slowly slides the rest of his length in. You look down at his face, and it's heaven. His eyes roll back, hair matted to his forehead, he looks ansolutely gorgeous. You take a second to adjust, then grind your hips against his. He snaps out of his thoughts, starting to slowly roll his hips up to yours. You moan loudly, nuzzling into his neck, and he laughs at how cute you are. He starts moving his hips at a slow pace, his cock sliding in and out of your warm, wet pussy.
"Fuck, doll, so tight around me... you feel so good, just like that," he praises, his hand holding onto your arm in a soothing way, and he thrusts his cock up, brushing over your g-spot. You gasp, and he nods, starting to thrust into you a little faster, angling his hips to hit your g-spot with each thrust. You cry out in bliss, and you can tell you're not the only one close to orgasm. His eyes are hooded, and he looks up into yours, a desperate, loving look in both sets of eyes. He lets out a low moan, holding onto your hips as he nears climax. "Shit, gonna cum, baby... in, or out?" "In, I'm on birth control," he nods, and fucks into you so deep and good as he feels you cum around him. Your eyes roll back and you cling onto him as your orgasm shatters through you. He feels you clench down on him, and it's over. He releases inside of you, moaning loudly as he rides through his high with you. You both come down after a moment, panting heavily and sweating. He slowly, carefully, pulls out of you, and kisses your forehead.
"Did so good for me, baby. Did you like it?" He questions, hoping he did well enough for you, to which you giggle softly. "Best first time ever," and Izzy smiles. He cleans you both up, dressing you for bed, gets ypur some water, and then extends his arms out to cuddle you. You roll your eyes playfully, cuddling him as ypu both fall asleep.
"I love you, baby."
"I love you, too. Goodnight, Izzy."
"Goodnight."
I hope this was good, I haven't writren a fic in a while. 🤞🤞🤞
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Omg a threesome smut with slash and kirk would be sooo cool
hi! WAITT.. maybe ur right.. it actually would be cool. okay, i can definitely write that! thx for u req!
Too Fast For Love
Kirk Hammet x Y/N x Slash Hudson
Warnings: Smut, rough stuff. (minors dni! 18+ people only. thank you! although i can't legitimately force you, its highly recommended you leave! thanks.)
Summary/Plot:In request by an lovely anon.
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your breath hitched. sweet tears streamed down fourth your red, flushed cheeks. your walls internally felt bruised. slash stretched you out, your body felt used and abused. your eye's rolled backwards in pleasure and pain. your eyes fluttered open and closed. your mascara was ruined. black streaks of makeup fell with your tears. you bounced on his dick, moans escaped you. you bit your bottom lip instinctively. gushy blood dripped from the flesh of your plump lip. "..i - i cant!" you cried.
"you can, dumb whore." slash growled. one of his hands tugged at your hair; his other hand, with his middle and ring finger slipped into your mouth, shutting you up. muffled noises pursued through your also bruised lips. he kept pounding into you, moving in and out of ur dripping heat. white cum leaked from you. slashed pushed you off him lightly. kirk grabbed you, forcing you onto your knees. your knees were purple mixed with red from your knees scratching on the tile floors.
his pants dropped, so did his boxers. his hard, dick sprung up. "suck." he commanded you, a smirk peered across his lips. you nodded. you kissed the tip. kirks hands were intangled into your hair. he tugged, forcing you onto his dick further. you gagged, muffled cries escaped ur mouth. you deep throated him, kirk helping you out only a little bit. he groaned in pleasure, low hitched grunts escaped him. "fuck," he murmured under his breath.
kirk's cum shot down your throat. the taste stung ur taste buds. he pushed you off. "swallow, slut." - "swallow like the good fuck whore you are." he said to you. you hesitated before swallowing. slash was jerking off to the sight. he came onto his hand. "lick this up," slash commanded you. you crawled over like a puppy, licking his hand. you tears were dried, you looked like a mess. slash spat in ur face, your face scrunching up to avoid it getting in ur eyes.
you heard a knock at the door. "hey! its lars, i need to talk to you both for a second." lars called. "coming!" kirk called. you all got into ur clothes. you sat on the couch. the door open. "whoa, this place smells like beer." lars said. "damn, what happened to ur hair?" lars asked you. "i couldn't find my brush so, i wasn't able to brush my hair." you explained. "ohh." lars would say. "anyway, slash and kirk we need to get out there, theres a photoshoot going on." he explained. "ah, alright." slash said. kirk nodded, and while lars was turned around, kirk winked at you.
he mouthed some words. "we'll be back." kirk mouthed to you. you gulped, nodding.
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Can I have this dance?
17 yr Slash! x 17 yr Y/n!
Warnings: Just some profanity
Angst?, some jealous Slash, Fluff!!!
Y/l: your last name (but you guys probably already knew that)
Y/hs: Your hairstyle of choice
Imagine whatever style of dress you want! I just chose the color for you guys (oops!)
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1983
Slash was truly appalled when he had heard that Y/n Y/l, his ex girlfriend was going to the prom with Jonny Reed. Why was she going with some other dude instead of him?
Sure they had ‘Broken up’, but they were always breaking up, everyone knew that. Slash would say something that would upset Y/n, and he would be to stubborn to admit he was in the wrong (which he always was), then they would break up, but then he would always go to her house and apologize! All he needed was some time!
But now here he was, listening to Marc retell the story of how Johnny Reed has asked Y/n out to prom.
“I think she said yes out of spite” Steven said as they all hung out in Slash’s moms basement. “of course she did! that’s the reason we broke up this time!” Slash said pacing around, he can’t remember the last time he was this stressed. “Wait what?” Marc said, furrowing his eyebrows “You told Y/n you didn’t wanna go to prom?”. “I mean not exactly, I just told her prom was lame and that only losers go.” Slash responded with a semi-guilty look.
Steven scoffed, “Y/n always talks about prom in class” (which Slash wouldn’t know, considering he’s in continuation) “So i say, that spite is well deserved!”.
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As Slash laid in bed that night, the only thing going through his head was Y/n.
He loves Y/n, he really does, I mean that’s why he’s able to apologize to her after only being apart from her for 2 days! And Slash was not the kind of person to apologize. And Y/n knew that!!! She should feel lucky he even apologizes!
But Slash knew Y/n was in the right, again. He had basically given her a pass to go with someone else, Johnny Reed at that!! What a fucken loser, he would’ve rather much had Steven take her!
The point is, Slash was jealous, the kind of jealous that made him want to march up to Jonny Reeds house and beat his ass. Now thinking about how hot- beautiful (Y/n prefers when he calls her that, she thinks hot is corny) Y/n’s gonna look, he now regrets not asking her to that stupid fucken prom. Knowing Y/n, he would’ve gotten a special treat after the prom.
Now sitting up, he decided, he’s going to that fucken prom, and he’s gonna snatch Y/n away from fucken Johnny Reed.
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“Mom, I need you to make me a suit for prom” Slash said with a mouthful of cereal, grateful for the fact his mom was a designer so he didn’t have to waste any money on a stupid suit he was only gonna use once.
“Prom huh? what colors did you guys choose?” His mom, Ola responded. Slash looked at her confused, “What?”. “You and Y/n, what color did you guys choose?” Ola, looking at her son, eyebrows furrowed, confused look on his face “To wear Slash, the color you guys are gonna wear”.
“Oh! oh, about that” He said looking down, using his spoon to swirl the left over milk from his cereal “Me and Y/n broke up, and another guy is taking her.” “What! What happened Slash?”. Now Ola was aware of Slash and Y/n’s relationship, and she really had love for the girl, being able to deal with her very stubborn son, and since they’ve been together, Slash has been staying away from trouble.
“Well I told her prom is lame and only losers go.” Slash said “But i didn’t think she would take it so hard!” Ola rolled her eyes “Let me guess, now you’re going to go to the ‘lame’ prom and get her back”, Slash flashed her a smile “exactly”. Slash’s mom sighed, “Okay, let’s work on that suit. I’m thinking Navy blue”
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It was the day of the prom, Slash had gotten himself ready and borrowed his moms car, but before heading to school he obviously had to pick up Steven, Marc and their dates, who are acquainted with Y/n.
“I was a bit suprised when Steven told me you were going to the prom, Slash” Stevens date, Jamie had said looking at Slash through the car mirror. “You were suprised! imagine how i was!” Steven responded hitting Slash’s shoulder while he was driving. Slash just grumbled a little “yea” and kept his eyes on the road. “I’m guessing you’re going for Y/n” Marc’s date, Angela spoke. “Y/n!! omg i was there when she got her dress, she looked so pretty” Jamie responded looking over to Angela. Slash’s grip on the wheel tightened at the mention on Y/n, he looked over to Marc to get them to shut up, but he just shrugged his shoulders.
“Poor Y/n, Slash you should’ve seen the look of horror she had when Johnny asked her.” Angela said with a sympathetic look on her face, Slash gave another glance to Marc, who in his words said “She had her hands over her face and nodded her head.” Marc didn’t even look at him.
“What do you mean?” Slash said looking at Angela through the car mirror. “Well she was embarrassed that was sure, I mean she was asked in front of everyone! She probably said yes out of pity.”
Now that was a huge relief for Slash. A pity yes! He now felt ten times more confident, his confidence faltering while he was looking at himself in the mirror.
They soon enough got to school, and as soon as they entered the building Slash looked around for Y/n, but she wasn’t there yet.
But when she did get there, Slash almost slapped himself in the face for not asking her. A beautiful baby blue silk dress and Y/hs, Slash felt like crying, truly, how did he manage to let a fucken loser like Johnny Reed take his girl to the prom?
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Quickly, the night turned sour for Y/n, first noticing Slash was here made her heart churn, stuck on wanted to leave and go home, or running to Slash and begging him to stay by her side the whole night. But she just followed wherever Johnny took her, feeling upset when she noticed that smug look he had on his face when he noticed Slash was here.
They ended up arguing at their table because that asshole had decided to let Suzy Grant rub herself all over him on the dance floor.
So Y/n ended up sitting by herself, with the occasional hellos from people.
Until she felt someone sit next to her “Y/n”
She almost cried hearing his voice. “Slash”
“I’m sorry for what I said” he said, looking at her side profile, studying all of her features that he dearly missed. Y/n turned to him “It’s okay, you were right, prom is lame”
And Slash felt bad, cause he saw when her and Johnny Reed argued, and he stared at her the whole time she sat alone.
“No it’s not, I just fucked it up for you” Slash said looking right into her eyes, “Yea” Y/n gave a sad chuckle, thinking about how hard she worked for prom “You really did” she finished with tears forming in her eyes. “I’m so sorry Y/n” Slash said holding her hands in his, “it’s okay Slash”
And as the intro to wild horses by the rolling stones started, Slash got up, “Can i have this dance Y/n?” “You don’t dance Slash” she laughed, looking at him like if he was crazy. “For you, i’ll do it” and she grabbed his hand, both of them knowing that he meant more than dance.
As the two of them slow danced, Slash looked at her “I missed you Slash” she said, one arm over his neck, the other holding his hand. “I fucken missed you too Y/n” he said looking at her, and after slow dancing to half of the song, he finally gained some courage. “Y/n?” He said, suddenly feeling a deep blush in his face “yes?”
“I love you”
Y/n smiled, her heart racing because this was the first i love you, and it came from him. “I love you too Slash” she said, giving him a kiss, in which he was happy to give back.
maybe prom wasn’t lame after all.
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Guys holy shit i’m soooo sorry for not posting😭 i started school and it’s been kicking my ass. I’ll be trying to post more!!! hopefully you guys enjoyed this 💕
LMFAO also Slash look so awkward in that pic 😭
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You're Crazy. (request!!)
Request from Anon!!! I hope you like it!
warnings: smut, a bit of bdsm, roleplay(?)
You laughed as you ran upstairs, energetically grabbing Axl's hand as you reached the bedroom and turned to him.
"Axl, I saw you on stage, you were so fucking obvious" You said, shutting the bedroom door, laughing as you spoke.
Axl kissed all over your face, taking his jacket off and throwing it to the corner of the room as he grinned at you.
God he looked good, he was wearing a cop style hat which was even more of a turn on, although you were always too shy to blatantly express that.
"You'd look good in that hat, makes you look like a sexy cop" You muttered to him, putting your face in the crook of his neck as you kissed his skin.
"Hm?" Axl turned his head to you, lifting your face up as he ran his thumb over your lips.
"Speak properly dear, don't be shy."
His words sent a chill down your spine, you couldn't resist him, you craved his lustful touch.
"You know what I said, Axl, that hat looks good on you." His eyes filled with lust.
Axl stood up, grabbing a pair of handcuffs and approaching you with a lustful grin painted across his face.
He locked you in a passionate kiss, putting his lips to your ear.
"Give me your hands, Y/N."
You obeyed his orders as he cuffed your hands, turning you on even more as he took off his clothes, helping you strip as he admired your bare skin.
You reached to touch yourself, only for him to smack your hands away.
"I didn't say you could do that, Y/N, did I?" Axl asked in a stern but teasing tone, you shook your head as he opened your legs.
You whimpered just from his touch, he slid his fingers across your pussy, feeling your precum drip down his hand. Inserting his fingers slowly, teasing your entrance as he licked your clit.
You cried out his name, feeling your legs tense as he further stimulated your clit while simultaneously thrusting his fingers in and out, curling them against your throbbing walls.
"Axl...Axl!" You whined, he shoved his fingers in your mouth, repositioning himself to line his cock up with your pussy.
He teased you, slapping your hands and thighs everytime you reached to masturbate, only turning you on even more. You needed him, you craved your boyfriend's cock.
He ran the tip along your clit, followed by his cock slamming into you.
You yelled as your back arched against the mattress, moaning like a whore as you came undone from his actions.
"Y/N.. I'm starting to get close" He muttered out, slamming inside of you as you felt his cock twitch, whining and moaning uncontrollably as you felt yourself nearing your release.
"Axl..! Axl, please, please don't stop" You said, trailing off mid sentence, mumbling mindlessly.
"Shh, I know baby, I know" He said as he leaned his face down to you, cupping your breast as he marked your neck.
The two of you were about to climax, he swung your legs on his shoulders as he slammed into you one final time, throwing his head back in pleasure as the two of you came together. Feeling the wave of both of your orgasms pulsing throughout your bodies, followed by him holding your hands above you, kissing you as he slumped beside you, taking off your handcuffs.
⊰ END ⊰
Hopefully this is good! I haven't written anything with roleplaying so I hope it's good enough, thank you for your request!
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Izzy Stradlin please, we need more smut of this man. The reader comes out of work and feels stressed so does Izzy, and they have a little stress relieve yk, on a rainy day, If you could do some dirty talk, maybe add some handcuffs and a bit of his jealous protective side. 🧡
Thank you sm! Lots of love 🫶🏻
Kinktober day 5: handcuffs with Izzy Stradlin
A/n: First Izzy fic! So excited for this one hope you enjoy! Also I’m tired as fuck writing this but I wanted to get it out so I don’t have to do a double post tomorrow.
Pairings: Izzy Stradlin x Fem!reader
Warnings: possessiveness, handcuffs, dom!Izzy, sub!reader, smut, dirty talk, and I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything.
Summary: Izzy helps you destress after a particularly rough day at work.
“I’m home.” You grumbled as you walked through the door and dropped your bag on the floor next to you. Your soaking wet bag because as you were walking home the sky decided to rain.
“Hey baby.” Your boyfriend rasped from the couch.
You smiled a bit before sitting next to him. “Ugh today was so fucking stressful. Hank would NOT stop flirting with me, my boss kept telling me I’m late on these papers when I literally have barely had any time to complete them. And, get this, I spilled my salad so I had to go across the street to get a new lunch.” As you ranted, Izzy looked at you with focused eyes. He tensed up when he heard that Hank -your coworker- wouldn’t stop flirting with you.
Possessively, he slid his hand on your leg. The action made you stop talking as it was making you feel very new feelings.
“Izzy…what are you doing?” You asked.
“I’m thinking I should help you destress.” The guitarist shrugged simply before starting to kiss your neck. You moaned softly at the feeling, before bringing his face up to kiss his lips.
Slowly, the two of you started making out as he laid you down on the couch. Clothes were being thrown on the floor, and your pussy began to drip onto the leather.
Izzy’s movements got more rough. He groped your tits, toying with your nipples and biting them. You arched your back into him and hissed.
He kissed down your body before pulling your underwear down with his teeth. Your legs spread on their own accord, ready to take whatever he was willing to give you.
The raven haired man licked a bold stripe against your pussy making you hiss and moan, grabbing onto his hair.
He began to lick all the way up to your clit, flicking his tongue on the sensitive bud. Then he started to get into your folds, licking in between, and fucking you with his tongue.
Your toes curled, tears springing in your eyes as he fucked you with his tongue effortlessly.
“Oooh…Izzy I’m gonna cum!” You squealed.
“Oh yeah baby, cum for me.” And you did, releasing all your sweet juices on his tongue. “Fuck, you taste so good. Wait here a minute.” He said before getting up and running upstairs. You furrowed your brows in confusion. You wanted to get up and see what he was doing but that would be disobeying him. And you never disobey Izzy.
Finally, he jogged downstairs, his hard cock bouncing with his movements. You noticed him holding a pair of handcuffs. Yeah, you were in for it. You sat up expectantly as he stood in front of you.
“Wrists.” He commanded and you did as you were told, watching him hit the fluffy handcuffs around your wrists.
“Good girl. Now are you gonna let me fuck you senseless?”
“Yes sir.”
The guitarist smirked before bending you over the arm of the couch. You felt your pussy drip down between your legs. He teased you with his tip at first, rubbing it up and down your pussy lips before pushing in and bottoming out.
“Ah, fuck!” He groaned as he began to move, “You’re so fucking tight baby.”
You moaned with him, getting used to the stretch. His movements got faster and faster. Soon he was pounding into you.
“Oh! Izzy!!! Fuck oh fuck Izzy!” You moaned, gripping the couch for dear life.
Izzy smacked your ass, “Yeah? You like that? Fuck baby, I fucking love you so much.”
“I’m gonna cum!” You cried.
“Me too baby. Cum for me.” And you did, clenching around him before letting go. The pressure was so much, your vision went white for almost a minute as you felt his load painting your walls.
“Oh god, I really needed that.” You laughed breathily.
#gnr#guns n roses#gnr fic#gnr x reader#izzy stradlin x reader#izzy stradlin#Izzy gnr#guns n roses x reader#smut#gnr smut#izzy stradlin smut#kinktober
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“I’m always here to listen”
Axl Rose x reader
90s Axl
Axls Elton John record spun around on your record player as you cooked spaghetti in the kitchen for you and Axl. Axl was up in bed sleeping though he had stayed up last night trying to write a song when you went up to bed he was hunched over the piano scribbling things in a note book. Axl never really had a good sleep schedule so you let him rest. Bennie and the Jets was playing that was one of Axls favorites you smiled thinking about him. The spaghetti was ready and you decided to go up to your room to see if Axl was awake for dinner or if you should let him sleep and warm it up for him when he woke up. You went upstairs and got to your bedroom door you could hear sobbing. It was hard and heavy and you knew it was Axl. Axl had a lot of trauma from his childhood and he had begun therapy which was good but at the same time bad because it really made him face his past and problems and it brought back bad memories that made him spiral sometimes. You knocked on the door “Axl are you ok?” You said really worried about him. You got no response but could still hear him crying you decided to go in. And there he was sitting on the side of the bed his face in his hands sobbing his hair all in his face and he was crying. It was hard to see him like this but being his wife this wasn’t the first time you’d seen him like this in fact you were probably the only person he was the most open with about his feelings. You sat down on the bed next to him. He didn’t acknowledge you. You put an arm around him and put your head on his shoulder and moved his hair out of his face. “Sweetie what’s wrong?” You asked calmly. Axl sobbed harder and gave you no response. You sat there holding him for a little while. “I’m here for you Axl ” you said stroking his hair. He moved his face away from his hands his eyes were red and puffy his face was wet from tears and snot was running down his nose and his voice that was usually deep and confident was now shaky and desperate. “Just go away y/n I don’t feel like talking” he snapped at you and then going back to crying and hiding his face.
You didn’t want to push his limits if he needed time to cry you needed to let him even though all you wanted to do was hold him and tell him he can talk to you, you wanted to take all his pain away but instead you got up. “Ok” you said walking out of the room and shutting the door. You decided to give him some time and go back and try to talk to him later. You ate your dinner by yourself and played music but it felt empty without Axl you had to admit. Once you finished eating you went back upstairs to check on Axl. When you walked into your room Axl was no longer crying but was now laying on his back looking up at the ceiling. “Hey baby” you said sitting down on the bed. Axl didn’t respond his face was blank and few tears still streamed down his face. You started gently rubbing his knee he didn’t say anything. This went on for a few minutes then you stopped rubbing his leg and sighed. “Don’t stop it feels nice” Axl said his voice still a bit shaky from crying. “Ok” you said going back to doing it Axl then sat up and grabbed your hand. “I had a bad dream that’s all” he said. “I’m sorry babe it’s not real though” you said kissing his cheek. “Yeah it was just one of those were I’m a kid again and you know my dad and then and it’s you know” he said his voice breaking a little and tears rolling down his cheek which you wiped away. “I won’t go into detail but it just feels so real and scary y/n I just why y/n why” Axl pleaded tearing up again. You hugged him tighter wishing you could take the pain away from him“I know Axl but he’s gone now and I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again” you said squeezing his hand. “Just why y/n just why maybe if none of that happened I wouldn’t be so damn messed up” Axl said looking you in the face finally. “I’m proud of you Axl look at all you’ve overcame even if you have that baggage your still amazing and your a great husband to me” you said trying to cheer him up. He smiled finally. “The press doesn’t think so” Axl said. “Fuck the press they just make shit up to sell stuff” you said. Axl laughed. “I don’t care what’s happened to you before Axl I know who you are and I love you and I won’t let anything bad happen ok I’ll always be here for you” you said.
A tear rolled down Axls cheek and he smiled you moved his hair and kissed him. “I’d be dead without you know that right babe” Axl said looking down at your intertwined fingers. You laughed “i know that’s why I’m glad we found each other “ you said smiling. “Me too no one else would deal with my crazy shit” Axl said. “Are you ok now?” you asked. “Yeah for now” Axl said. “Wanna take a shower together?” You asked knowing it would make him feel better. “Of course I do” Axl said scooping you up bridal style and carrying you into the bathroom.
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Izzy Stradlin.
#spotify#music#izzy stradlin and the ju ju hounds#izzy gnr#gnr2022#80s stuff#80s metal#80s rock#80s hard rock#guns n roses#gnr fic#duff gnr#slash gnr#gnr imagine#axl gnr#axl rose#duff mckagan#steven adler#saul hudson#jeffrey dean isbell#he looks so hot#i love him#i love this man#i stg this man
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Sixty Bucks?
A/n: Not sure how I feel about this one, started writing it but lost motivation so hope it's not too bad lol
Warnings: Not proof read, smut and fluff, fingering, squirting, let me know if there's any more you think I should add :3
Guns had been on tour for about a month now and this was their first day off. You were touring with the band as Slash’s guitar tech, he was nice enough but fairly quiet.
The hotel you were staying in was pretty cheap, nothing fancy with the managers wanting to try and cut costs after Axl’s oblivious spending. One thing that’s started to change since the new budget was instated was that you and Slash now had to share a room. There were two beds, so you never worried in that regard, as long as you stayed out of his way and kept to yourself things went smoothly.
This particular place was right on the beach and a more tropical scene. You woke up and the warm golden glow of the sun was flooding in through the window that was open just a crack to get some cool air flowing. You woke up fully refreshed and wide awake, Slash was still crashed from last night's partying. He was sprawled out on his bed, in nothing but his jeans since that’s what he toppled into bed in. A pillow was held over his head with a small window so he could still breathe, his head facing you so he wouldn’t be blinded by the light.
You got out of bed, stretching and cracking your joints. Out the window you saw some flamingos around, beautiful pink birds poking around the small beach outside your room. You quickly went to Slash, grabbing his shoulders and giving him a shake. “Slash!” You called, trying to get him up. “Slash, come on! There’s flamingos outside!”
“Fuck. Off.” He grumbled, shifting away from you.
“Slash, come one! You’ll regret not looking at them now and you know it!” You kept shaking him and he threw the pillow covering his head at you. “Oh, pfft.” You groaned as it hit you in the face.
“Let me sleep, it’s my day off.” You rolled your eyes at his stubbornness.
“Come on! They’re so pretty!”
“You know what else is pretty? Sleep!” Slash stated, lifting himself off the bed just enough to glare at you. You chewed your cheek, crossing your arms and turning away from him to look back at the flamingos out the window. “Flamingos aren’t even interesting.” Slash mumbled, grabbing the pillow he threw back and getting comfortable again. “Fat fucking chicken wings.”
“You’re just mad you’re not as pretty.” You retorted, not even bothering to look at him.
“What was that?” He demanded.
“You heard me.” Slash didn’t say anything after that but you could feel him glaring daggers at you. You kept watching the flamingos, enjoying viewing their daily life. So calm and peaceful, they don’t have to deal with Slash when he’s just woken up.
“Hey,” Slash started, pulling you from your thoughts, “you know, if you’re already up why don’t you help me out real quick?” You raised a brow and turned to look at him. He’d rolled onto his back, the blanket pushed away from him as he lay stretched out before you.
“Help you with what?” You asked. He didn’t respond, just shrugged and rolled his body to be comfortable. Slash let out a soft groan and that’s when you noticed the not so hidden bulge in his jeans. His fly was down and basically framing it. “I-I don’t get paid for that kind of service.” You stumbled out, eyes glued to his clothed member.
“I could pay you.” He said as if this was an everyday thing. Though, for him you suppose it kind of was. “Come on, I’ll make it worth your while.” You can’t say you didn’t like the idea. Since you were hired to be Slash’s tech you thought he looked good, you were sleeping in the same room with him and can’t count how many times you’d thought about crawling into bed with him. You’d seen him with every other girl around and you were waiting for your turn.
“How much?” You asked, taking a step closer to the bed and sitting on the end. The mattress dips under you. Slash reaches a hand out to you, lightly tracing shapes on your thigh.
“How much do you think you’re worth?” He asked, looking up at you and waiting for a genuine answer.
You thought about it, glancing to the ceiling as you pondered. “Sixty?” You finally said.
“Sixty?” He asked. “Sixty what?”
“Sixty bucks?” You replied.
He stared at you for a moment before sitting up. “You think you’re only worth 60 bucks?” You thought about it and shrugged. “Jesus, I’ll give you a hundred right now if you tell me you're kidding.”
You thought about it some more. “Well, how much do you usually pay?”
“Nothing, girls throw themselves at us.”
“So, what’s different between me and those girls?” He paused, taking some time to think about it himself.
Slash shrugged and shook his head. “Come here.” He patted the bed beside him. You didn’t move and just stared at the open space. “Come.” He repeated in a more stern tone. You listened and sat beside him, leaning back against the headboard. Slash’s hand immediately found your thigh, rubbing it and teasing the sensitive inside. He tugged on your fuzzy pyjama pants. “Take these off.” His voice dropped to a whisper, raspy and deep. His breath smelled of whiskey and cigarettes and you wanted to taste it so bad.
You listened to his demand and pushed your pants off, leaving just your panties. They were a nice pair, red and lacey because they make you feel special, like a present no one gets to unwrap. Until now, when Slash slides a finger over you, pushing down at certain points just to watch you squirm. Slash pressed his lips to your cheek, trailing a few more soft kisses to your ear. “You need to know your worth, darling.” He whispered, sticking his tongue out a little and licking around the shell of your ear.
Slash moved your panties to the side and slid a finger through your wet folds. You let out a soft gasp at the feeling, hips already starting to buck into his hand. “Slash.” You whined.
“Yeah? What is it?” He didn’t give you a chance to answer before he pushed a finger into you, drawing a moan out of you. “Is that what you wanted?” He asked with a chuckle, you nodded. His finger worked in and out of you, starting slow and curling into your gummy walls. He pushed another in, stretching you out. “So tight, just for me?” He teased, speeding up his movements.
“Hah- fuck, Slash, I-I can’t-” You tried to keep your head up but it kept falling back at the feeling of his thick, calloused fingers inside of you. He put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer so you could rest your head on him.
“Can’t what?” He asked in a teasing tone, kissing your cheek, then jaw and down to your neck. “Gotta use your words, love.”
You let out a loud whine at the name. “Can’t-can’t take it anymore!” Your legs started shaking and your back was arching. The knot in your gut was building in a way you hadn’t felt before.
Slash chuckled. “Cum on my fingers, then, I’ll lick it off.” And with that the knot snapped. Your head rolled back and so did your eyes, moans slipping past your lips without a thought going through your fucked out mind. Your legs shook uncontrollably as you squirted all over Slash’s hand and the pristine white sheets. Slash didn’t stop his hand, instead helping you ride out your high on his fingers. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the scene. “Fuck, didn’t know you’d do that for me.” He praised when you started coming down from the high.
You looked down at the mess you made, wide-eyed, Slash chuckles at your expression. Your breathing was fast and heavy. Slash’s fingers were still buried deep inside you, he kissed your temple and whispered in your ear. “Felt that good, huh?” He curled his fingers, pressing into you.
“Fuck! Slash, no more, no more.” You whined, weakly pushing his hand away.
“No more?” He asked. “We haven’t even gotten to me, yet.”
#slash gnr#slash fanfiction#saul hudson#slash smut#slash x reader#Slash fic#slash#slash x you#gnr smut#gnr x reader#gnr fic
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☆ 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 - 𝐃𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐘 ☆
Warnings / Includes❗️:
✩ Sex (penis in booty)
✩ Top!Duff
✩ Bottom!Izzy
✩ Choking
✩ Jerking off
✩ Fingering
✩ Making out
✩ Leaving hickeys
people included/mentions; duff mckagan, izzy stradlin, axl rose, slash, steven adler
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Izzy was always quiet. That's just how it was. It wasn't because he was angry, sad, or whatever. He was just quiet. Duff wanted to change that. He wanted to hear Izzy yell his name or scream, begging for something. He wanted to hear millions of whimpers and groans fall out of the gypsy's mouth. He wanted to know how it sounded coming from Izzy Stradlin's mouth.
The tall blonde had been eyeing Izzy for a while now. He'd been trying to flirt with the black haired man ever since Axl told him that apparently Izzy had something for Duff too. Whenever he did flirt, Izzy would shyly smile and then leave the room. Duff loved that; Izzy usually kept a blank, emotionless face, so it was nice to see a change.
Duff decided to go find Izzy. No one was home besides the two, so he didn't bother looking for anyone else. "Izz?" Duff peeked his head into Izzy's room, whispering. "Mh?" Izzy mumbled. He was lying in his bed, on his stomach.
"I was just seeing if I could come lay down with you? I'm bored." Duff explained, standing in the door way. "That's fine." Izzy murmered. Duff sat on the bed, getting comfortable. He laid down on his stomach too, his head resting on Izzy's ass with the rest of his body between Izzy's legs.
Duff, grinning, noticed Izzy bury his face into the sheets. "You know, you're so quiet. Why?" Duff asked. Izzy lifted his head up, "I don't know. I just am." Izzy shrugged. "What if I could change that?" Duff placed his hands on the back of Izzy's thighs. Izzy knew exactly what Duff was hinting at. "What if you can't change that?" Izzy shot back. "Is that a challenge?"
"What if it is?" Izzy said, quietly. "Then I'm gonna take you up on that." Duff said before raising Izzy's shirt up, placing kisses along his spine; his thumbs rubbed the back of Izzy's thighs. He was determined to get sounds out of that pretty guitarist.
Izzy helped, lifting his shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor. Duff crawled up the bed as he kissed Izzy's back. When he got to his neck, he placed soft kisses while reaching for Izzy's hips, slighty massaging them.
When Duff stopped kissing his neck, Izzy turned over, laying on his back. Duff leaned down, kissing Izzy's neck. After he found a good spot he started sucking on his neck. Izzy eye's closed as he took a fistful of Duff's shirt in his hands as he felt teeth slowly sink into his skin.
When a purple and black spot bruised into Izzy's neck, Duff leaned up, looking at his work of art and taking his own shirt off. Usually, anyone would have been, at least, lowly groaning or have uneven breathing; not Izzy, though. It was like Duff was sitting there rubbing his back or something calming.
"Can I take 'em off?" Duff asked, his fingers resting under the waistband of Izzy's sweatpants. "Mhm." Izzy nodded, lifting his waist when Duff pulled them down; he tossed the fabric to the ground. Duff began kissing above the waistband of Izzy's boxers, rubbing circles into his hips with his thumbs.
Izzy laid there, enjoying it, but not very vocal. Duff figured it would take some time anyway. "Really? Nothing?" Duff leaned back up. "I guess, nothing." Izzy said with a smug look. Duff thought before running his hands across Izzy's clothed crotch. Izzy bit back a groan-or whatever he sounded like..Whine? Moan? Duff didn't know yet.
Duff slowly pulled down Izzy's underwear, revealing a hard and veiny dick; owned by Mr. Izzy Stradlin. He started to slowly jerk the gypsy off; Izzy, only, slightly tilted his head back, his eyes closed. It barely affected that asshole!
"Are you kidding?" Duff was slightly shocked. "Are you losing?" Izzy asked, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. "No, I'm not." Duff answered, slightly huffing. "You are." Izzy said, shrugging and tilting his head to the side. Duff ignored his antics, continuing to slowly jerk off Izzy. When he didn't get much of a reaction he decided to speed up his hands pace.
This time, there was a small noise; it was like a short hum, "Mh."
"That was something." Duff raised his eyebrows in a matter-of-fact way. "Not much, though. I've lost my voice before..I guess your just not that good." Izzy shrugged. He knew that Izzy was just trying to get under his skin, but he couldn't get past the jealousy. What if Izzy was being truthful? What if some random guy really made Izzy feel that damn good that he couldn't use his voice for a while?
"Fuck off, Izz." Duff muttered, trying to concentrate. "Am I distracting you?" Izzy asked, pushing back pleasurable sounds. "Yeah, a lot." Duff answered. "Why? You thinkin' about a guy doin' me better than you?" Duff had enough; he grabbed Izzy's face, kissing him roughly. Izzy opened his own mouth for Duff; the blonde slid his tongue into Izzy's mouth. Izzy slowly ran his hands up and down Duff's sides.
Duff ran his tongue along the top of Izzy's mouth before running along his tongue.
On the other hand, Izzy was loving the rise he was getting out of Duff. Usually Duff doesn't get angry, but when Izzy talked about losing his voice or asked Duff about another guy doing Izzy, he looked pissed. Izzy mostly found it entertaining because nobody has ever gave it to Izzy so good where he lost his voice. Duff was jealous over a plumb out lie. No matter how much fun he was having though, he wouldn't slip up and let Duff win so easily.
Duff pulled back, "Are you done running your mouth?" Izzy didn't have a sarcastic or witty comeback to throw back at Duff, "For now." Duff went back to touching Izzy, running his thumb over his tip. Duff saw him tense up at the sudden pleasure before loosening up again.
Duff huffed again, feeling like he was getting no where with this. "You gonna give up?" Izzy had that shit-eating grin back on his face. A pretty hot, shit-eating grin, too. Duff stared at him, slighlty smiling. "What?" Izzy asked, confused. "Your smile is gorgeous." Duff calmly stated. "Oh." Izzy averted his gaze away from Duff's lust filled eyes. For a guy with "no feelings" he was sure as hell showing some to Duff lately.
Duff pecked Izzy's lips with his own, a hand running up his pale thigh. "You know, I've wanted to do this for a while." Duff admitted. "Really?" Izzy asked, slightly shocked that Duff had wished for this like he did. "Yeah, for a couple of months now."
"Me too." Izzy admitted. Duff laughed, "You know, I've been flirting with you right? Like genuinly flirting. You just smile and walk away?" Duff questioned. "I'm not gettin' into that, Duff. Let's just do this." Izzy said.
"No, I wanna know. Tell me." Duff chuckled, "I make you nervous. Is that it? I'm the only person who could make "laid back" Izzy Stradlin sweat? Maybe trip over his words?" Duff teased. "Shut up, that's not it." Izzy rolled his eyes. "It sure seems like it." Duff said. "If I give you a pity moan, will you shut up?"
"Really?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Izzy shrugged.
"Well, then let's hear it." Duff paid close attention to Izzy like nothing else was there. After Duff's thumb went back over his leaking tip, Izzy let himself react how he really wanted to; his back slightly arched off the bed, letting out a moan with his eyes shut.
Duff's mouth slightly parted as he looked at what was in front of him. All the excitement rushed to his penis. Izzy opened his eyes again, chuckling, when he saw the blondes intrigued face. "You're so fucking hot." Duff muttered as he looked over Izzy's body, his moan echoing through the blonde's head. "Thanks, Duffy."
Duff unbuttoned and unzipped his pants with one hand, tossing them to the floor; it relieved his erection a little bit.
Now, Izzy continued holding back his moans and pleasurable sounds. "You close yet?" Duff asked, wondering.
"Maybe. Why?"
"Come on, Izz...stop messin' around and teasing. You're already making me work for noises, man." Duff whined, sighing.
He hesitated before saying, "I'm getting there, Duff." Duff slightly smiled, so maybe he wasn't bad—Izzy was just probably being difficult. After a while, Izzy couldn't hold back anymore.
It started with a tiny groan; Duff paid close attention and listened closely. Then, it turned into longer groans, more louder too. Duff was mesmerized. "Shit, Duff." Izzy arched his back, lifting off of the mattress a little. Duff smirked, speeding up his movements.
Izzy moaned, spreading his pale thighs as he did so. "Feel good?" Duff asked, his eyes glued to Izzy's face. Duff swore that Izzy's facial expressions—closed eyes and raised eyebrows—could make him bust on the spot. "Yeah." Izzy said while exhaling, making eye contact with Duff; he loved Izzy's dark green-ish-grey eyes.
Duff got a little bored so he leaned down, kissing and sucking hickeys onto the gypsies stomach. He loved hearing the small groans and occasional swearing falling from the man's lips. Sure, they weren't that loud, but Duff was getting whatever he could get. Duff was obsessed with the way that Izzy would suck in a sharp breath whenever the blonde dragged his teeth across his stomach when choosing a new spot for a dark bruise.
Just as he chose another spot Izzy buried his hands in Duff's hair, "Fuck, Duff.." Izzy groaned, letting out a little whine at the end. Izzy was making Duff go crazy. He sucked and bit until the love bite formed; he ran his tongue across the aggravated spot to help calm it down. Suddenly, Izzy bucked his hips into Duff's hand, "I'm close!"
Duff jerked him off even faster and leaned down to kiss him. Izzy groaned into the blondes mouth, soaking up all the pleasure. Izzy parted his lips, inviting Duff's tongue in; he explored Izzy's mouth. Izzy groaned as he pushed himself into Duff's hand even more, desperate for release. Duff felt precum drip down his hand.
Izzy felt the bottom of his stomach tighten and felt inches away from his orgasm; he was breathing harshly and repeating Duff's name over and over again.
A couple of minutes later, Izzy came on himself and Duff's hand with a, surprisingly, loud moan. Duff watched Izzy's legs shake when he reached his climax, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"Fuck, that was hot." Duff muttered as he replayed the moment in his mind. Izzy chuckled, catching his breath, "Thanks, Duff." Duff couldn't take it anymore. "Can I fuck you now?"
"Sure."
Duff gave Izzy an unsure look.
"Yes, Duff."
"Oh, okay." He nodded and moved closer to Izzy, running a hand down his thigh. Izzy un-tensed and let Duff slither a finger into him. "Having fun?" Izzy asked the blonde as he noticed Duff continuously staring at him with an amused look. "Oh, yeah." He laughed when Izzy caught his eyes. "Looks like it." Duff shoved another finger into Izzy, starting to scissor him. "Go ahead and add another." Izzy said as he adjusted to the feeling.
Duff was hard as a rock and Izzy's hot as fuck voice wasn't helping it at all.
Duff added a third finger, his other hand rested next to Izzy's hand. "Mmh, fuck." Izzy closed his eyes as Duff started thrusting his fingers in and out of the black haired boy. Izzy knocked his hand into Duff's. The blonde thought it was an accident, until Izzy did it again—two more times. Duff stopped leaning onto his hand so he could hold Izzy's hand, interacting their fingers together.
When he felt like it was enough, he pulled his fingers out and positioned himself between Izzy's legs; he still kept ahold of Izzy's hand while doing so. "Is this still okay?" Duff asked, looking down at him. "Yeah." Izzy confidently nodded.
Duff's other hand went down to grip Izzy's waist as he slowly slid into him. "Shit.." Izzy muttered, his back slightly arching as Duff filled him up. "You okay?" The taller asked. "Yeah, just feels good." Izzy answered, a groan following after the sentence. "Okay, just making sure." Duff kissed Izzy's cheek before leaning back up to look at him, "You're so pretty, Izz."
"I'm not pretty, man." Izzy rolled his eyes. "Aw, does Mr. Cool not like bein' called pretty?" Duff teased. "Oh, just shut up and get this goin'. I wanna get this over with and be the farthest away from you possible." Izzy teased back, slightly smiling.
"Fine, I know, you just hate me so much." Duff chuckled before picking up a slow pace of thrusts. Izzy wanted more though. "Duff, faster." He did as he was told, his pace quickened, earning sounds of pleasure from both men.
"You feel so good." Duff groaned, his eyes shut and his grip on Izzy's waist tightened. "The feelings mutual then." Izzy managed to say through a soft moan. Izzy tangled his hands into Duff's hair again.
Izzy was enjoying this moment with Duff just in case it didn't get to happen again. There's no way they could have sex at the house without the guys finding out; fuck paper thin walls.
Izzy tugged at Duff's hair to make him lean down before catching him in a kiss. A gentle, loving kiss; there was no tongue, no harshness, or lust in it. It was pure love and adoration. The kiss wasn't very long, but it kept Duff excited, so it was enough.
Duff felt the other boy's rough thumb caressing the back of his hand as Izzy tilted his head back, a gasp followed with a moan leaving his lips. Duff felt his body tingle from that, falling for Izzy more and more by the minute.
Izzy purposely pulsated around Duff, grinning at his reaction. Duff dropped his head slightly, groaning, "Oh, holy shit..." Izzy moved Duff's blonde bangs out of his face, looking into his green eyes. "Fuck, Izz.." he looked back at the gypsy, "you're makin' me go crazy." Duff slowly picked his head back up as he recovered from the sudden amount of pleasure he received. Izzy chuckled, placing another kiss to Duff's lip, his hand cupping Duff's cheek. Izzy moaned into his mouth as Duff went over his prostate.
Izzy pulled back from the kiss to catch his breath before speaking, "Choke me."
Duff's eyes widened a little, "What?"
"Choke me, Duff."
"Are you sure? I don't wanna hurt you."
"Oh, come on. You guys joke about me being a masochist all the time and now you're holding back on some choking?" Izzy slightly scoffed.
"Alright, you're sure?"
"One-hundred percent."
"Okay." Duff hesitated before wrapping his hand, the one that previously was attached to Izzy's hip, around Izzy's neck. He smiled when he felt the warmth of Duff's hand on his neck. "You still okay?" Duff asked and Izzy nodded at him, smiling to help reassure the tall blonde that he was fine. When Duff hit his prostate again Izzy moaned, "Tighter."
Duff tightened his grip on Izzy's throat, kinda liking the feeling; he'd never really choked anyone before, it felt nice. Izzy held onto Duff's hand tighter as the pleasurable waves flowed through his body, leaving goosebumps along the way of his pale skin.
When Duff felt Izzy's prostate again, he moved Izzy closer and lifted his hips up more so he could hit right into the spot each time. Lastly, he gave Izzy a quick kiss before pulling out all the way and slamming back into him. Duff changed his grip on Izzy's neck; it was still tight, but loose enough so Izzy could still get out moans and other pleasurable sounds.
"Fuck, Duff!" Izzy moaned, quite loudly too, gripping the bedsheet with his free hand. "Shit, you feel good." Duff groaned, tossing his head back and getting his blonde hair out of his face. Duff loved the way Izzy gripped his hand; with the hand that wasn't gripping the bedsheets, that is.
Izzy's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt his stomach tighten, "I'm close!" That only made Duff's excitement rocket even more; he couldn't wait to hear Izzy cum. "Me too." Duff said through a groan.
Finally, for the second time, Izzy spilled cum all over his stomach and Duff's. He came with a whimpered out, "Oh my God, Duff!"
And that sent the tall blonde over the edge, cumming inside of the gypsy with a moan. When Duff pulled out, he collapsed next to Izzy on his back. After a few minutes of catching their breaths, Duff turned over onto his side, cupping Izzy's face. Izzy figured he should turn onto his side too, so he did, looking into Duff's eyes.
"This was so cool." Duff muttered out. Izzy laughed, shaking his head, "It was cool?"
"Yeah, it was. What about on your end?" Duff asked. "Eh, it was alright." Izzy teased. "'Alright'? Really? Just alright?" Duff laughed. "Yeah, it was alright."
"Yeah, sure. What was it you said? Oh yeah, 'fuck, Duff!'" Duff mimicked him, moaning into his ear. "Oh, shut up!" Izzy laughed, pushing him away. "'Oh my God, Duff!'" The tall blonde continued, being pushed to the edge of the bed. Finally, Izzy pushed him off the side of the bed; Duff landed with a thump and a "ow."
Izzy sat up, looking over the side, "Are you good?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"Maybe a kiss would help?"
Izzy rolled his eyes, "Get back up here then."
Duff got back onto the bed, laying back onto his side as he waited for a kiss. Izzy leaned in, kissing Duff. When he pulled away, Duff smiled, "Yeah, I'm good."
They laid there for a few minutes, just looking at each other until Duff softly placed his hand on Izzy's neck, where it had been during sex. He looked over the light red mark his hand had left, "I didn't hurt you bad, did I?"
"No, not at all, man. I would've told you if it did."
"Okay, good." Duff nodded, rubbing his thumb against his neck. Duff connected their lips together again, pulling Izzy into the kiss by his neck. He slipped his tongue into Izzy's mouth once he parted his lips. Duff felt Izzy's moan vibrate in his throat, against his big hand. Duff's other hand ran up and down Izzy's side, scooting closer to him.
Suddenly, Izzy heard the front door open, voices filling the house; apparently Duff hadn't noticed, 'cause he didn't stop. Izzy's eyes shot open, pushing Duff away. "What?" Duff asked, confused. "They're back! Go!" Izzy whisper-yelled. "But-"
"Go!" Izzy hoped Duff could run back to his room before Slash, Steven, and Axl could make it back to where all their rooms were. "And put some clothes on!" Izzy whispered before Duff ran out of the room. Izzy picked up his boxers and t-shirt that was laying on the floor, hurrying to get them on.
Duff ran to his room, nearly slipping, but making it there before anyone came back into the hallway that had all of their rooms. He threw a pair of loose sweatpants on and went to greet his three friends.
"Hey, Duff. Where's Izz?" Axl asked, eyeing the tall blonde with a raised eyebrow, "You run a marathon or somethin'?"
"Uh, no, I slept hard. He's in his room." Duff said, trying not to sound too nervous on his questioning. "No, I'm right here." Izzy said, walking into the living room. "Oh, hey, I got you cigarettes."
"Thanks, man." Izzy took the cigs that his ginger friend handed to him. "You sleep hard too?" Steven innocently asked, meeting the gypsy's eyes. "What?" Izzy squinted his eyes at the energetic blonde, confused. "Duff looks rough 'cause he slept hard. What about you?"
"Oh, I just haven't really done anything today. I've had a headache." Izzy shrugged a pulled a cigarette out of the box and lit it with his lighter. Axl curiously looked at Izzy. "What?" Izzy mouthed once he noticed his best friend looking at him. Axl just gave him a look that basically something's up and he knows it. Izzy shook his head to dismiss the conversation; that didn't help Axl's curious mind, but he said no more on the situation.
❗️EXTRA❗️
"Axl..?" Izzy peered into the gingers room once he knew everyone else was asleep. Usually Izzy and Axl stayed up because Izzy was a night owl, Axl was more creative and had more thoughts in the night.
"What?" Axl put his notebook down, that had lyrics upon lyrics jotted down in it, and looked up. "Can you..help me?"
"Sure." Axl shrugged and got up, following Izzy into the living room. "What's up?" Axl sat down with the black haired boy. "So...I kinda have a problem and I figured you knew the best way to deal with it or get rid of them." Izzy mumbled.
"Okay," Axl chuckled, "What is it?"
Izzy moved his hair out of the way, revealing a bright purple and black bruise on his neck.
"Oh my God! Izzy!" Axl laughed. "Shut up!" Izzy covered it back up, glaring at the ginger. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry." He put his hands up to show peace, "Who gave it to you?"
"None of your business."
"Fine. No secret telling, no service, you prick." Axl stood up, heading for his room. Izzy grabbed his arm before he could go, "Alright, fine."
Axl grinned, slightly jumping up and down with a giggle before sitting back down on the couch, across from Izzy. "You can't tell anyone. You got it?" Izzy looked at him with complete seriousness. "Dude, I've never told one of your secrets." Axl made a point, Izzy nodded.
"It was Duff."
Axl covered his mouth to muffle the scream that left his mouth. "Okay, shut up, now help me, please."
"Follow me. This was the best I ever came up with when I was a kid." Izzy got up, following Axl. He watched Axl grab a couple of spoons and put them in the freezer. "Spoons?" Izzy asked, confused. "Yeah, you'll see. It has to be in there for twenty minutes though." Axl set a timer on the stove and sat at the table with Izzy.
"So...how was it?"
"Ax, I'm not getting into that."
"Oh, come on. You really don't wanna tell anyone?"
"No."
"Izz...you know you do." Axl smiled at him, trying to urge him on.
Finally, Izzy broke into a smile, "Fine."
"Yes!" Axl scooted his chair closer, getting ready for the conversation. "Okay, so it started with him coming into my room to lay down and then he started going on about how I was so quiet and how he wished he could change that," Izzy started; Axl laid his head on his hand, listening to him.
"And then it just started. It was good. I liked it." Izzy shrugged. "Oh, come on, there's gotta be more." Axl rolled his eyes.
"I don't know..he choked me when I asked him to." Izzy went on, his face burning.
"Izzy! I told you, you were a masochist!" Axl whisper-yelled, laughing. "Yeah, yeah, I know." Izzy rolled his eyes before going on, "He was really gentle at the same time too; he was really worried about hurting me."
"Awww." Axl genuinely smiled; his best friend rarely found something like this because he didn't like raw and real relationships with all the sappy shit. "Don't start that." Izzy shook his head. "I'm serious, though. Have you seen the way he looks at you?"
"Ax, don't."
"Izz, open your eyes."
A random voice came out of nowhere, "Are you cooking something?" Slash came out of the hallway, scratching his stomach. "No, go away!" Axl's mood immediately changed towards Slash.
"But-"
"Go!" Slash sighed and went back into his room. "Anyway," Axl started before getting up to look at the timer, "There's seven minutes left." Izzy nodded and Axl sat back down. "So..was this a one time thing or..?"
"I don't know." Izzy shrugged, "Maybe, maybe not."
"You should ask him how he feels about the situation."
"I know. I will." Izzy mumbled, thinking over how that conversation would go. After a while of talking, the timer went off. "Come here, Izz." Axl grabbed the spoon from the freezer and ordered Izzy to sit on the counter. When he did, Axl said, "It's a little uncomfortable at first, but it works, okay?"
"Okay."
Axl pressed the spoon to the dark spot on Izzy's neck. "Duff? I am still shocked." Axl chuckled. "Will you drop it? You act like I've never had sex before." Izzy scoffed.
"With a boy though? You haven't, so it's something."
"Well...I wouldn't go that far."
"Izzy! You never told me?"
"What do I say? Hey, man, I just got a dick up my butt?"
"Duh. How many?"
"I don't know...like four, I think."
"Ooooh. Who was the best?"
"It was probably Duff."
"Really? Izzy! You've gotta ask him out!"
"Shh! You're being a little loud, Ax." Izzy covered Axl's mouth for a second, glaring at him.
"Right, sorry. Anyway, he's cute, y'know? It wouldn't be a bad thing to have him to yourself."Axl noted, making a point. "Yeah, I know he is, but I don't know. Why are you so worried about it anyway?" Izzy raised an eyebrow at him.
"Because you don't like love. Now, you're in love with Duff. It's fun." Axl smiled. "Hey, now, I didn't say I was in love."
"Oh, please, you don't have to say anything. The fact that you're considering his feelings is enough to say you like him." Axl impatiently rolled his eyes at his friend before walking away to put the spoon back in the freezer and grab a new own.
He walked back over with the spoon, pressing it to Izzy's skin. The black haired boy's skin rippled with goosebumps as the cold stainless steel touched his skin. Soon, the swelling and redness went down; obviously, it was still a little noticeable, but at least it wasn't jumping out at you.
"Just one? That's weird; no body ever leaves just one." Axl said while looking over the rest of Izzy's neck. "Actually, there's more." Izzy said, scratching the back of his neck. "Oh, well move your shirt so I can see them."
Izzy lifted up his shirt, showing Axl all of the hickeys Duff left on his stomach; his skin was scattered with purple and black bruises. "Damn..." Axl's eyes slightly widened. "Yeah, I know. It was awesome, though." Izzy slightly smiled. "He got you good; those are so fucking dark." Axl pointed out before handing Izzy a spoon. Now, Izzy had two spoons going to help his love bites.
"Goddamn; who did you fuck?" Slash asked, shocked. "I already told you to go away, Slash. It's not your business." Axl huffed. "I bet it's not yours, but you still pushed yourself into it."
"Bingo." Izzy said, making Slash smile before sitting next to Izzy on the counter. "Oh, shut it, curls."
"Whatever."
"That look's rough." Steven joined them, standing next to Axl to get a look at Izzy's bruised stomach. "Yeah, join the party, why don't you?" Izzy sarcastically said. "I intend to." Steven grinned, pulling a chair up from the table.
As they were talking, they got interrupted, "What are you guys doing?" A groggy voice came from the hallway. They all turned their heads to find Duff standing there, rubbing his eyes after a nap.
Once he did get to see what they were doing, Duff objected, "Hey, I worked hard for those!" Slash, Izzy, and Steven's jaws fell open while Axl just laughed.
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Rn'R Pretty Bad Boys
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Pairing(s): Axl Rose/Izzy Stradlin
Word Count: 3,000~
Info: BDSM, Smut, Sadism, Masochism, Rope Bondage, Sex Toys, Orgasm Denial, Circa 2012
Summary: Sometimes, what happened in the 80's can't stay in the 80's, especially if you happen to be Axl Rose and Izzy Stradlin.
Authors Note: HIII okay sorry for not posting yesterday, i forgot💀💀 but im getting there, i swear!!! this takes place circa 2012 so be warned it is not like... uber coke twink izzaxl but instead.. them being just cute old men in love ! enjoy!!!
Many claim Guns N’ Roses would be nothing without Izzy Stradlin. They say that Appetite for Destruction would have never happened had Jeffrey Dean Isbell not come into the picture. But, truth is, sometimes Izzy wanted to be nothing more than, well, nothing. He wanted to be treated like he had lost all of his credibility. The guitarist adored that feeling of being unworthy of his fame. Of basic respect. He wanted the dirtiest and nastiest treatment he could pay for. The power of being famous required so much control that sometimes, he just wanted to lose all of it. He wanted to be not anything more than putty in someone's warm palm. Preferably, that someone would be a busty hot woman. Or, when he was at his most desperate, one of his dear bandmates. Most of the time, he got the latter. Hey! All of them looked like hot chicks anyways! It’s not that gay. The reason he found himself in the control of his coworkers so often was that paying for a hooker- a dominatrix, as he’s learned they’re called, is embarrassing. Especially when you’re a Guns N’ Roses superstar.
This is exactly how he ended up at the hands of the perpetually sadistic Axl Rose. He thought he was getting too old for this shit, it was 2012 for God’s sake! He is fifty damn years old! Axl is- what, forty-nine? Izzy shouldn’t remember that. He shouldn’t have known that the man's birthday was only a few days away. A month and twenty-nine days away from Izzy’s own. How the fuck did he know that? They’ve barely talked in the last decade. Most of their conversations were about the handful of reunion gigs he was doing with Guns N’ Roses, but occasionally they’d stray into that thick sexual tension they held between each other. Casual emails would drift into long letters about their previous sexual escapades and some things that they dreamt about doing in the future. Izzy would carefully pluck out words to describe those endearingly painful moments of pleasure and Axl would obsess over every little detail until he could try to possibly put together a lustful, yet less fancy reply.
They did their best to plan out a proper session while on tour, but it was hard. The bus was too risky; too public and honestly he didn’t want to expose such strangers that made up the band's current line-up. The green rooms were too hectic- even if Axl demanded an excess of space in the venue, techs still rushed from room to room to chirp out information and fix any sort of last-minute hiccups. Hotels were almost perfect, but even then, alone time was hard to find. Since when the fuck was Axl hanging out with dudes who liked to have ‘night-time chats’? Fuckin’ gaylords, amirite? Alas, they made it work. Axl, being the absolute caveman that he is, simply stuck a sock on his hotel room’s door knob and ignored every knock that smashed against the wood. Occasionally, one of his co-workers would slam a fist on the door and whoop out a cheer on how ‘Grandpas finally getting some!’ or something along those lines. Axl would only snort as he continued to set up the room for Izzy. He might be a little bit cruel sexually, but he only wanted the absolute best for the man outside of his sex life. Despite the way he would make him writhe and sob, he still pampered him the moment the cuffs came off.
So, there he was. Izzy Stradlin, gagged, bound, and butt-naked on Axl’s plush mattress. Intricate blue knots traced over his pale skin and pulled his long arms behind his back. Two big loops wrapped around each of his upper arms, almost framing the tattoos on the outer muscle of his arms, ever so slightly above and below his triceps. Those loops braided into complex knots that danced down his forearms and around his wrists. He couldn’t move much of his arms outside of a small shoulder shimmy and the slight flick of his wrists. Just how he liked it. He couldn’t believe Axl still remembered that. Izzy would have made a snarky comment about how the man must have never stopped thinking about him, but the shiny gag lodged between his puffy lips made that damn near impossible. The occasional grunt would slip past his common sense and echo around the rubber and Axl would give him a harsh glare as he gave a particularly hard tug to the ropes he was still working around Izzy's legs. They both knew this game all too well. You behave; use your manners and you get a reward. If you couldn’t? You paid the price.
Since when the hell had Axl gotten so good at tying knots? Izzy had no clue. He certainly wasn’t a boy scout- especially not when they had been at the peak of their relationship. Izzy used to be able to wiggle out of his poorly tied knots made of cotton scarves in seconds, that’s why they had made the switch to steel handcuffs so early on. Axl had stolen the initial cuffs they used from one of the many police escapades he had found himself in, and Izzy never could never quite figure out how he managed to do it. He never found a good excuse as to why his wrists were perpetually covered in thin purple bruises, instead, he found himself draped in too many damn bracelets to play guitar with. It wasn’t uncommon to hear the beads scatter around on stage during soundcheck, or worse, the live show. Those live incidents made Axl the maddest. Yet, it made their playdates even funnier for both of them. Izzy got ruined; berated, and Axl got to release his frustrations.
“Feel good, pretty boy?” The ginger teasingly questioned as he finished off the final knot in the tail-like pattern that cascaded down Izzy’s legs, his tone was sardonic but somehow loving at the same time. The older man gave him a hard nod. Such a sweet nickname made him nervous, honestly. Axl rarely played nice. Hell, even outside of the bedroom he was somewhat of an ass. Maybe that was what made him so loveable. “Ya feel as pretty as you look? You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, man. Pisses me off that you haven’t quite wilted yet.” Axl’s tone was gruff.
It was true, Izzy was damn near as gorgeous as he was when they first met. His hair, which was once a black box-dyed shaggy mess of bangs that fell over his eyes, was a lot shorter. More manly, but just as stylish. It had faded back into a more deep brown color, almost. Axl found it almost funny, the Izzy he knew would have never settled with having his natural hair color show, not even at the roots. Yet, here he was. Mahogany with thin silvery grey hairs that danced throughout it. A handful of soft wrinkles bit at his features, that was the only noticeable difference in Izzy outside of the hair. Fuckin’ crows feet. That’s all he got in his old age. It almost made Axl angry. He was so different, physically and emotionally, and all that changed for the guitarist was his hair and a few wrinkles. He was envious but so glad at the same time. Izzy deserved it. He was a way better person in general. He deserved to stay pretty.
He trailed his fingertips along Izzy’s bound legs and smirked to himself at the smooth sensation of hairless skin that graced his senses. Of fucking course he shaved. He was always so oddly hairless. It didn’t come naturally, he knew that. On many nights in the early 80s, he had stayed up late in their shared hotel room and watched him perch with one leg drawn up to his chin as he shaved off his body hair. Rarely was he caught with stubble. It was the little details that made him so gorgeously put together.
Axl’s fingers danced over the soft blue rope that kept Izzy restrained, stopping just next to his cock. He drew small circles around his pubic mound, which was just as smooth as the rest of him, and grinned as a soft sigh slipped around Izzy’s gag. He quivered at the sensation. The guitarist hadn’t been touched in so long. He craved touch, craved the pain that followed any slight graze of his skin upon Axl’s. He couldn’t have asked for a better thing to happen to him. Digging his short nails into his soft flesh, Axl let a full grin slide onto his features. A sharp inhale puffed up Izzy’s bare chest. He drew a line from Izzy’s hip area to the base of his cock. Then, he drew that blunt line all the way from the very bottom of his balls to the soft area of flesh just below the head of his cock. He lightened the sharp draw of his nails as he drew vague shapes on the tip, smearing precum across the angry red tip. The shiny liquid made a sheen on his cock that Axl pumped down his shaft with a few quick vertical movements of his fist. A soft moan slipped through Izzy’s lips and slammed against the rubber in his mouth. It wasn’t very loud, especially not with the general deafening efforts of the gag, but Axl always heard his noises. Even the tiniest little ones that Izzy wasn’t even aware of.
“Oh! I got you a gift, honey!” He grinned. The sarcasm in the pet name was by no means lost on Izzy, yet it still gave him a warm fuzzy feeling inside. Axl rose from the mattress. Immediately, Izzy yearned for that slight bit of contact that Axl had given him. He wanted to fuck something- a hand, a chick, whatever! just give him something! Axl’s obnoxious wallet chain jingled against the pockets of his studded Affliction jeans as he strode toward his duffle bag of belongings. Axl looked good, and Izzy couldn’t lie about that if he wanted to. He had gained a couple of pounds, sure, but he wore it well. His hair was shorter, too. A bob almost, but he could pull off just about anything in Izzy’s eyes. He hated to admit it, but he loved a lot of things about the arrogant man. But, he would never tell him. As previously mentioned, Axl was arrogant as all hell and would never let him live it down if he said something vaguely nice about him. He wasn’t a fan of the handlebar mustache, though. That was a weird choice, but he could live with it. Or, he could talk Axl into shaving it off if he was lucky and played his cards right. Izzy was a sly fox, he knew he could do it. It was only a matter of when and how. As Axl rummaged through his bag, purposefully drawing out the suspense in the room as he pretended to be unable to find his surprise, Izzy got a nice solid look at his ass.
God, did he have one hell of an ass.
Axl sauntered back toward him with one hand stealthily tucked behind his back. The other man contemplated straining to possibly see whatever he could have, but decided against it. The mattress dipped as he sat on his knees next to Izzy's pelvis. Then, Axl dramatically unfolded his right hand from his back and exposed his surprise. A thin plastic purple vibrator sat between his thumb and forefinger. Izzy’s face scrunched up as his brows furrowed. He would have frowned had his mouth not been held open. His cheeks flushed as he came to realize exactly how his night would pan out. Knowing Axl, this could go one of two ways. He would either have a surplus of orgasms drawn out of Izzy to the point where the older man would be writhing around in overstimulating pain or he wouldn’t let him come at all. He would carry out their games into the next night- week, whatever he felt like. Truly, it didn’t actually matter if Izzy obeyed his rules. Instead, it was all wholeheartedly based on what mood Axl was in! If he was having a bad day, Izzy would have a bad orgasm! Luckily, the singer seemed to be happier than normal. He was almost bouncy in his mannerisms. The click of a switch and the following buzz of the vibrator snapped Izzy out of his thoughts. He quivered as Axl pushed the plastic close to his skin. It didn’t touch him quite yet, but he could imagine that soft tingle spread across his thighs.
Then, he made contact. Izzy locked up. He almost convulsed at the intensity in which he shivered. How could something so tiny make him feel so much? A lithe moan slithered through the gag. Axl trailed the vibrations up his thighs and across his pelvic bones. He tensed the muscles in his thighs. Flexed his toes. Bucked his hips. Anything he could do, he did it. Izzy had given up on wiggling his fingers. His arms were already numb and tingling. Maybe it was because he was laying on them, maybe it was because he was tied up that tight. Everything was so tingly. Axl teased the tip of the vibrator along his pubic mound, grinning at the shaky breaths that Izzy took as he tried to calm himself. Then, he slid the plastic across his balls. He chuckled as he watched Izzy’s control quickly slip away from him. It was hard to play it cool like this. Before Axl could bring the toy up toward his tip, Axl gave him mercy. He dropped the shaking plastic on the mattress and leaned toward Izzy’s upper body. After crawling up the mattress, he cradled his head in his palm. His fingers plucked away at the buckle in the back of the guitarist's head. Axl slid the gag out of his mouth and chuckled as he wiped away spare strands of spit away from his mouth. Drool had begun to leak from his lips, anyways. Izzy beamed at him. It was a broken grin, a depraved grin really, but a grin nonetheless. Axl returned the slight smile.
“Make those noises for me, pretty boy. I wanna hear ‘em.” He snickered as he scooted back down the bed. He picked up the wriggling toy once more. Softly, he assaulted the man's senses once more. Izzy damn near screamed as he placed it directly on his tip. It was like he had lost all of his common sense. He shook and wiggled so much that a thin sheen of sweat pooled on his skin. “Stay still, bitch.” Axl hissed and pinched one of his nipples between his fingers. Hard. “Fuck! Sorry- I’m sorry!” He sobbed back dry tears as he tried to stop his spasms. He nodded at him and let go of his ever-so-sensitive nipples. Eventually, his frantic moments subsided. Sharp breaths and a perpetual buzz filled the room. Izzy could feel himself growing closer to his peak by the second. He didn’t normally come so fast, but life gets lonely. He needed this. “Axl- Ax, man. Close-“ He babbled, unknowingly pulling at the sheet with his numb fingers. Izzy tried to focus on something other than his impending orgasm, like the color of the blue ropes and the smell in the air. Columbia blue and sex. That came to him too easily. He needed something hard- like math. But, those thoughts were lost on him. “You come when I say you get to. Patience is a motherfucking virtue.” Axl sneered back at him. Well. Someone’s mood has flip-flopped. Wild how he could change like that. That’s probably why Izzy likes him and his sadistic tendencies so much.
He held steady with the vibrations on Izzy’s cock. Izzy writhed, releasing soft moans. Desperately, he tried to keep himself from squirming. He wanted to be good enough to come. Izzy did his best to hold back his orgasm, and he did! It was impossible to hold back his arousal, though. The aggressive leak of precum that Axl worked up and down his cock with the toy made the signer beam. He may be a sadistic, arrogant asshole, but he liked to have proof that he could make people feel good when he wanted to. Maybe that’s what made him so perfect. Soon enough, he was back to babbling incoherent begging noises. “So- so close, Axl. Please.” He hissed. Axl just stared back at him. A soft snort escaped him.
“Nope.” He grinned and popped the p.
“Fuck! Fuck you- cocksucking whore!” Izzy rambled. In an instant, he gasped at himself. He didn’t know why such a combination of words slipped out of him. Axl wasn’t a cocksucker, nor was he a whore. The singer pulled away from him immediately. It was like he had been burned. Izzy gave him a scared, sorrowful look. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t- I didn’t mean to say that. I don’t even know-“ He panickedly babbled his words, struggling against his bonds with the means to take Axl’s hands in his own and try to explain himself. Axl didn’t speak. He just wiped his hands on his studded jeans and stood up. The vibrator was dropped next to Izzy’s legs but didn’t get turned off. It just sat there in their silence. Axl spun on his heel and walked toward the door. Before he could leave he uttered one sentence. “Figure it out yourself, then. Bitch” He scoffed and opened the door. Maybe he was crazy, but he certainly opened it aggressively wide. He may have even let it stay open for longer than needed as he walked out into the hall. He closed it behind him, but not all the way. It was still open by just the tiniest bit. Just enough to let the artificial hallway light stream into the slightly dim room. Just him, his tied-up body, and a vibrator that was on the bed beside him. He wanted to sob. This hurt. But, it hurt so good. He could hear Axl deliver a few sharp knocks to the door across the hallway. Then, he could hear his faint voice.
“Heya, Richard. Wanna have that chat or whatever?”
Damn you, William Bruce Rose Jr.
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His Vows to You
Pairing: Axl Rose x Reader
Description: His vows to you on your wedding day.
A/N: Picture is NOT mine. Credit to the owner.
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When sixteen year old Axl Rose told every single person he knew that he was going to one day marry Y/N Y/L/N, he was laughed at, ridiculed, and not taken seriously. Because, really, what do teenagers know about love? But at sixteen, I saw love in the way you smiled at everyone in the school hallway whether they were your friend or not. I saw love in the way you spent five days teaching your eight year old neighbor how to ride a skateboard when most kids would have given up after the third day. I saw love in the way you nearly jumped in front of a car to save a kitten, who you ended up adopting shortly after. Now, I see love in the way you stay up until three in the morning with me as I finish writing one of many songs about you, because you simply can’t sleep without me next to you. I see love in the way you wait for me to come home after work so we can watch the newest episode of our favorite show together. I see love in your eyes when you look at me, your smile when you laugh at me, and in your lips when you kiss me. And each kiss is filled with more love than the last. I promise to never take an ounce of your love for granted. And I swear to you, from this day forward, I will wake up everyday showering you in the same kind of love you have blessed me with.
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Do a fluff one with axl where you find out that you’re pregnant with fraternal twins but you’re scared to tell him
hii! i'd love to do this! thnx for ur req!
Shivering and Quivering
Warnings: None, pregnancy tw. Cursing. Vomit. (Minors can interact! But, you don't have to if ya prefer not to.)
Summary/Plot: In req by a lovely anon <3
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Your breasts felt sore. Your body felt weak, and you didn't feel well. It was almost like your body swelled up. Your hands shook, while you bent down and hovered over the toilet. Vomit spewed from you. You had missed ur period, and all the signs equaled to being pregnant. You felt full. Like someone filled you up. It didn't feel well.
Your legs quivered. You stood up shakily. You didn't think you were really pregnant. Axl was— hesitant on having kids. He didn't think you'd be pregnant either. But recently Axl gotten— extremely experimental during sex. You grabbed the small box from underneath the sink. You hesitated to open it, but ur hands controlled you, and continued to open the box. You pulled out the small test.
You took the test. Looking at the results, the two lines appeared. You started shaking even more than before. "Oh my fucking god," You muttered. You started crying. Tears streamed down ur cheeks. You didn't know what to say to Axl. You didn't know what to tell him. You decided to keep it a secret. Axl knocked on the bathroom door. "Y/N, are you alright? You've been in there for a while. Everything okay, babe?" Axl asked you, his rings scratching at the door. "I-I'm fine, Axl. I'll be out in a minute." You said, shaken. "Alright, just asking." He would murmur. You heard his footsteps travel away.
You hid the pregnancy test in ur pocket. You cleaned everything up, hiding the box. You walked out, cleaning ur eyes and making sure he didn't notice you crying. Axl walked towards you, hugging you. He kissed your nose, moving his hands to ur waist. He began to kiss ur neck and sleek jawline. "Axl, not today please, i'm just not feeling it." You said. "Oh, um. Okay, Sorry." Axl moved from you. He left a kiss on ur nose, before moving away from you. You headed off to bed. Ur eyes were heavy, and you felt awful.
Later in the next day, you scheduled a appointment with the doctor to get an ultrasound. During that appointment the doctor explained you have fraternal twins. She explained it to you and you were shocked and surprised. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You didn't know it was possible. You didn't wanna tell Axl. You were, overall— scared, and upset. You didn't think he'd want kids. You didn't think he would wanna parent kids. He was a rockstar, he couldn't always be there for the kids. You knew you had to do something.
You thought of an abortion at first. To get rid of the two eggs that had formed inside of you. But that was wrong. You didn't wanna get rid of the twins. You also wanted to have these kids, but you also didn't. You didn't know what Axl would think. You got home. Axl was home of course, sitting on the couch watching TV. "Hey, Axl. Can I talk to you?" You questioned. "Of course. Whats up?" Axl asked. He wasn't a easy person to talk to. "I'm pregnant." - "With Fraternal Twins." You said, sighing. Axl sat there, mouth open you sure it was gonna drop to the floor. "Holy shit-" Axl muttered. "That's.." He looked at the floor. "That's great, Y/N!" He smiled. "But, are you sure you want to have these kids?" He asked, walking towards you. He held ur hands. "Yes, I'm sure." You smiled.
"I can't believe I'm gonna be a father to two!" He said cheerfully. He hugged you. Kissing ur cheeks and everywhere around you. "You need anything? I'm here if you do." He asked. "I'm great, thanks. Do you mind going to the store and getting some things for me though?" You requested. " 'Course," Axl smiled.
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Old Friends
SlashxY/n
Warnings: mentions overdosing, profanity
Angst!!!
Includes flashbacks
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1990
“NURSE!” Dr. Noel called to the girl, who was already rushing to his side. “Get me the narcan” He said as Y/n slammed it into his hand, looking at the doctor slam the needle into his body, he told Y/n to forcefully push down on his stomach, watching his heart rate start up again on the machine, they sighed in relief. Then…
The man on the table sat up as he puked all over his clothes. Y/n quickly grabbed one of the bowls and put it in front of him. “I’ll go get him a gown” Y/n said as she left the room. Walking away, she caught Dr. Noel tell the man “Good to have you back Mr….”
As Y/n walked back to the ER with the gown in her had, she stumbled upon Dr. Noel, “Y/n” he said, “We moved him to room 505, I want you to run an IV on him and keep this low profile, the guys famous” He said as she shook her head, working in a hospital in LA, she certainly has seen some big names come through that door.
“Hello?” She said as she walked into the man’s room, seeing him lay there in his puked covered clothes “I bought you something you can change into” she said handing the man his gown, “I’ll be back to start you on an IV Mr… Hudson” She said as she read the name Saul Hudson on his chart, quickly snapping her eyes back at him…
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1986
“Don’t you think it’s a bit hypocritical for a nurse to be smoking a cigarette” Slash said coming out of their bedroom, rubbing his eyes.
“You try studying the Drug Handbook and tell me how it goes” Y/n rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, walking over to the couch, he gave her a kiss “Yea yea, you know i’m only joking baby” he laughed, “I know” Y/n sighed, “I’m just so stressed” She said putting the book down, gesturing her boyfriend to sit next to her.
“Don’t be, you’re gonna be the best nurse ever.” he said pulling her to him, “You’re super smart, and you’ve got a big heart Y/n, we both know you can do this” Slash said as he looked into Y/n’s eyes, “I love you” she said kissing him.
“I love you more”
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“Yea, thanks” he mumbled, taking it from her. Y/n shook her thoughts away “Do you need help?” she asked as the man shook his head, not looking at her. “Okay, i’ll be back in 2 minutes to start you on and IV.” she said as she watched him nod his head.
Walking out the room, Y/n let a deep breath out. Fucken Slash, she thought looking down at her watch. She hoped he wouldn’t recognize her, but at the same time she did.
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1988, January
“What do you mean you can’t trust me?” Slash yelled through Y/n’s apartment “You think what? i’m gonna go out fucking other girls?” He said looking Y/n dead in the eye “Jesus fucken christ Slash! It’s not that!” She raised her voice, “I don’t fucken trust the fact that you’re gonna be sober!” She yelled back to him.
“Are we really back on that topic” He rolled his eyes “Yes! Yes we are because i don’t wanna get a fucken call telling me you’re dead!” She yelled
“Gosh you’re such a fucken nag Y/n! Always up my ass about that shit!” He said getting angrier, “How can I not Slash? You’ve overdosed countless fucken times! And i get you’re sober now, but what about when you’re on the road huh? You think you’ll be able to resist being around all of that shit?” She yelled back
“Just stop!” He yelled, loudly “Do you know how many girls i could have replace you?” he said, pointing at her “All those girls that won’t be such a fucken nag about everything!”
Y/n stood there silently, “Thats how you feel?” She said in a quiet, but angry tone. “Every time you’re up my ass yes, that’s exactly how i feel” He said crossing his arms
“Fine then. Go” she said getting angrier, “Go?” he scoffed, “Yes! Go! get the fuck out of here! Go out and get all those fucken girls” she raised her voice, sighing she mutedly said, “Cause at the end of the day Slash, they don’t give one tiny fucken fuck about you, but that’s what you want right? So get the fuck out of my apartment”
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Sighing, Y/n checked her watch to find the two minutes up, knocking, she entered the room.
“Hudson?” she said as she walked in to find the man sitting on the edge of the hospital bed.
“Can you lay back for me” she said to the man as she grabbed the IV and needle, “I’m going to put in your IV now, is that okay?” she said looking at Slash who nodded his head, laying down and only looking at the wall in front of him
“Okay” she sighed, trying to ignore the tension in the room, grabbing his arms, she could clearly see the small track marks on his arm.
Keeping professional, she ignored it and put in the IV.
“Okay, all done” she said as Slash looked down at his arm and back up at her, she gave him a small smile “It’s going to help with your withdraws, i’ll be back to check on you, alright?” she said looking at him.
About to leave, Slash called out, “Y/n”, she turned around to look at him “Yes?” she said politely, heart racing.
“Y/n im sorry” he said looking at her, voice shaky “Please” he whimpered out
“Slash” she said slowly walking up to him, he grabbed her hand and put it to his face, “Please” was all he said.
“It’s okay, Slash it’s okay.” She said trying to keep her composer
“Please don’t leave me” he said, clutching her hand.
“Okay okay I won’t, i’ll stay” She said, using her other hand to touch his face, “I’ll stay okay?” she sent him a solace smile.
That night, and all the other nights Slash was in the hospital, Y/n was there, whispering sweet words to Slash, running her hand through his hair and coming across all the other members, giving them a small hello.
And then he left.
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I’ve had so much writers block it’s crazy omg 😭
I kinda gave up on this towards the end sorry guys, but I hoped you enjoyed!! I’m trying to get back on the writing grind fr 😢
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