#guns n roses one shot

[flkmoresluvr]

Best Friend ( Slaxl one shot. )

< axl x slash , gif credits to me , kinda inspired by dress by taylor swift , not proofread or grammatically corrected so enjoy :) >

blue orbs pointed straight ahead, the splat on the wall of the lounge entertained his attention. oblivious to the fact that his bandmates were trying desperately to hold a conversation with him but his mind . . . was elsewhere.

with a snap of duff’s fingers, axl’s head bolted to their direction. vacant look on his face, his eyebrows slightly raised. he cleared his throat. “yeah?”

“you alright, man? you’re acting weird.” a hint of concern filled duff’s tone as he sipped from the bottle of vodka he had bought not even fifteen minutes ago, now almost empty.

slash, slouched down across from axl in the booth, too busy flirting with the woman at the bar to even notice the love but desperation that swallowed the redhead whole.

the week prior, the two went out drinking together after a frantic slash wanted to distract his mind from his girlfriend who ditched him for a girls trip.

“how could she do that to me?” slash slurred his words, picking up the bottle of whiskey to take another sip before slamming it back down onto the wooden table. “fuck!” he groaned, picking up the bottle yet again but he chugs it this time.

“hey, slow it down.” axl, seated on the floor, his own bottle of whiskey placed in his lap but he was still on his first bottle. he stopped counting with how much slash was drinking.

slash slowly nodded his head, setting the bottle down onto the table. “sorry. just a little upset.” he shrugged his shoulders, standing up from his spot and began pacing.

the room had fallen silent, other than the sounds of slash’s boots making contact with the hardwood flooring. axl narrowed his eyes, observing slash’s facial expressions and how his hands were shaking marginally. a line appearing between his eyebrows.

axl shook his head slightly, now standing up on his own two feet. then in such a quick motion, almost enough to make axl’s head spin, slash grabbed him by the collar of his plaid shirt with his fists. their faces inches away from each other and it scared axl to no end.

he could smell the whiskey from slash’s breath, feeling the warmth radiating off him and how his hands were still shaking. they’ve never, NEVER, been this close before. not like this, not even when they were fighting

“slash.” axl says gently, his voice not being above a whisper as their eyes were locked in tight. slash’s face was burnt with deep thought.

his fists loosened around axl’s collar, then he let go completely. but not without pressing his lips against the other for a broken kiss, their noses clashing and axl stood there with his eyes widened. his heart beating out of his chest, almost certain that it would break through the skin.

the two haven’t spoken a word about what happened, about how they made out in slash’s living room and how they were close to having sex right there if the damn phone hadn’t rung. it was his girlfriend, telling him how sorry she was and how she was headed back to his place.

“you’re gonna have to leave.” slash said with no ill intentions but axl felt a pang of hurt in his chest. he didn’t let it show, he nodded his head and said his goodbyes.

on the way home, praying that the alcohol would make them forget about what happened but it seemed to only work for slash.

now sitting in front of slash at the lounge, gathered around the others, axl stared a hole through his head in hopes that he would get the memo.

‘hey, i’m trying to talk to you, idiot!’ axl would scream in his head, even going as far as trying to lift the table to tip his drink over but slash was oblivious. his brown orbs glued to the woman that sat at the bar and it filled the redhead with an intense amount of jealousy for no reason.

when it came time for the band to leave, slash still pretended that axl wasn’t even there.

duff and steven drunkenly wandered off to the parking lot to find their vehicle, izzy was still inside chatting away with the female bartender. leaving axl and slash standing in front of the entrance of the lounge.

a cigarette placed between slash’s lips, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his jeans and axl was staring right at him but he wasn’t looking back. his head held high, facing the sky. a cold breeze brushing past both of them.

“i’ve tried to stay silent but what the fuck is your problem?” axl spoke firmly, causing the other to snap his head towards his way.

slash moved the cigarette from his lips, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. “my problem?” he repeated, a smile playing on his face. “don’t have one. do you?”

axl shifted, facing him. “‘course i do. you don’t fuckin’ remember but i sure as hell do.”

“axl, fuck off. we’re not talking about this when our best friends are here.” slash responds, rolling his eyes as he takes another drag of his cigarette before letting it fall on the ground. putting it out with his boot.

axl paused, his eyebrows furrowed. “best friends? slash, i’m your best friend.”

the other shrugs his shoulders. “well, i don’t want you like a best friend.”

“slash . . . ” axl says quietly, his eyes widened at the sudden confession from him. “why the fuck have you been avoiding me then?”

slash lets another chuckle leave his lips, stepping closer to the redhead. “let’s talk about it later, yeah?”

the sound of an engine caused both men to jump, their heads bolting to the direction. it was just steven and duff giggling away with the smell of marijuana.

“steven broke the damn mirror. where’s izzy?” duff exclaims, looking around to spot izzy.

“still inside.” slash mumbles, pulling out a cigarette pack from his pockets.

“he’ll probably go home with that chick tonight, hop in.” steven yells, leaning over the passenger’s side to the drivers.

axl glances over at slash, shaking his head before climbing into the backseat. the other following shortly after, another cigarette pressed between his lips.

how the hell were they supposed to talk about this later?

#slaxl #axl rose #slash #guns n roses #duff mckagan #steven adler #izzy stradlin #gnr #guns n roses one shot #rock #80s #90s #male x male #mlm #song inspired

[thesmokingguns]

Witches w/ Izzy STradlin

Super fluffy piece I wrote around Halloween <3

I feel like you never see Izzy written as a family man and I can just picture him with a whole ass family

Izzy was beat.

His head ached. His body ached. And all he needed was to be curled up with the four ladies in his life to feel better.

He had only been home for one night and had to do some work at a local radio station today, which lead to a recording studio trop he hadn’t expected and finally he was headed home for some quality family time.

As soon as he entered the quiet house he know that there was trouble.

“Quiet.”

“You be quiet, Tara.”

“Shut up, Tessa.”

“I’m going to tell Mama you said Shut up.”

“Don’t be a tattletale, Toni.”

The three little voices were coming from his bedroom making Izzy smirk as he kicked off his shoes, heading to the bedroom where he knocked on the door getting a chorus of ‘shhh’ from behind the wood.

“Can I come in?” He waited a second expecting three squealing tots to throw themselves in his arm and cover him with kisses as they searched his pockets for whatever treat he bought for them.

But instead he heard them whispering together some more in whatever secret they were locked into.

“Darlings, your daddy asked to come in.” He couldn’t help the smile at his wife's voice, her soft reminder to her daughters about his knock.

But all he heard was more whispering before finally, Tara , his oldest at seven, opened the door looking at him with his own eyes staring back at him, her lips in a serious pout as her chocolate curls sat untamed under a pointed black hat.

A bit of jostling and the two other pointed hats of Tessa, age five, and Toni, age four, poked their heads out looking at Izzy with the little girl pouts that he didn’t expect.

“Why the long faces, little witches?” That got a google out of Toni who was promptly shh’d by her sisters and a fierce whisper between them went off.

“You can’t come in here anymore. You’re not allowed near Mommy.” Izzy’s eyebrows raised and he caught sight of his wife in bed looking at him with the same sort of confusion that he was sure was on his face.

A soft cry made him look at the baby in her arms. At just seven months their youngest daughter, Tilly was latching onto her mothers breast, unaware of the battle her sisters were embarking in.

“Darlings let daddy in.” She gave him an encouraging smile but he saw them all put their heads together before Tara was once more looking at him, her hands on her hips as the cape his wife made her with little crescent moons fluttered behind her.

“You can come in, daddy. But you need to undo it.” She crossed her arms, elbowing Tessa who mimicked the motion that her older sister was doing as Toni lost interest twirling around in her pink cape with gold sparkly stars, giggling at the material.

One witch down, two to go.

“Undo what?” He was crouching down to their level opening his arms as Tessa smiled, leaning in to get hugs from him.

Tessa was the one who always wanted snuggles. She was the one who liked physical touch and Izzy knew he was exploiting it but he wanted to give all his little girls hugs.

“The watermelon curse, daddy.” She whispered, getting a glare from Tara.

“He knows what he did.” Tara was upset as her sister ran off, the green cape with orange pumpkins flying in the wind she had created from rushing away.

Tara turned to Izzy, hand on her hips as she kept him from entering the bedroom still. Obviously she was upset about something.

“What is going on, Tara? What did I do?” Izzy wanted to just curl up with them all, eat pizza in bed and watch a movie. He would even watch a princess movie if it meant they all were happy.

Anything for his family.

“You put a curse on Mommy. You come home and you give her a look that makes her look at you all goo goo and then her belly grows from the watermelon seed and there is another baby. There are four of us now, daddy. Five is too many. That’s greedy.” Izzy blinked, swallowing the smile on his lips as his wife kissed Tilly’s head.

His other two had crawled on the bed, petting their baby sister as they watched their mother nurse,giving her all the cuddles.

“Tara, babies are gifts.” He reached for her but she shook her head, not being lured into his arms as he sighed out, sitting cross legged, “Do you want to tell me what’s going on little one?” She looked back at her sisters, realizing that they weren’t paying attention she moved closer, arms wrapping around Izzy.

Her little hands tugged at his dreads as her hat jostled from bumping into him as she whispered in his ear.

“If you have more babies you’ll have less love for me.” The softness of her voice, worried made Izzy’s heartache as he held her close, rubbing her back as she sniffled trying to be the strong older sister.

“Oh Tara, mommy and me love you all so much. Can’t you see how we love you all?” she nodded her head in confirmation but didn’t look at him, “Do you love your sisters?” she looked at him, cheeks a little flushed as she shrugged.

“Sometimes. But sometimes Tessa has hot dog farts and Tilly always is sucking on moms boobies and Toni takes long showers where she sings so loud.” Izzy smirked at her little grievances with her sisters. “But Toni always shares her candy with me and Tessa gives really good snuggles when I have bad dreams and I like the way Tilly smiled at me first.” Izzy nodded in understanding.

“And just how you love all your sisters we love you.” She nodded her head in understanding, pulling away as she stuck out her pinky at him.

“Promise you’ll love us, no matter how many you have?”  Izzy chuckled, nodding his head as he entered the solemn vow with his daughter, “Okay, daddy you can come in now.” Izzy stood up, taking Tara with him. Glad that she wasn’t complaining that she was too big to be held.

Finally he was in bed with all of the, snuggled up as his wife looked at him, her eyes on him as Izzy stroked the girls hair getting them arranged for movie night.

“Are you alright?” he asked, leaning in and stealing a kiss as well as the baby from her arms. He took over burping as his wife snuggled closer, leaning in for just him to hear.

“I feel pretty good for swallowing a watermelon seed.”

#Izzy Stradlin #Izzy STradlin fanfic #Izzy STradlin fan fiction #Izzy STradlin one shot #izzy stradlin fanfiction #guns n roses #Izzy STradlin head canon #guns n roses fan fic #guns n roses fanfiction

[duffslut]

Don't touch my hair!

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 292

Warnings: Fluff!

Slash was lying on the bed with his head resting in your lap, it was one of the rare moments when he was distracted enough to allow you to run your hands through the curls of his hair.

Your fingers caressed his hair until you got distracted and pulled a strand a little too hard.

- Damn it! Are you fucking trying to kill me? - Slash asked, abruptly lifting his head from your lap.

- Nooo. - You apologized, trying to go after your boyfriend but he sat sullenly on the bed. - I'm sorry baby. - You whispered in his ear. - You don't need to be mad.

Slash whined like a spoiled baby, crossing his arms and pulling away from you every time you tried to get close to him. You muttered a curse to yourself, it sounded silly but you were obsessed with your boyfriend's hair, and he was too vain of it to let anyone run a hand through his soft, fragrant curls.

  He kept his features straight and his brows furrowed, not moving.

- I'll take care of it. - You said, and then you give Slash a careful peck on the head, as if to heal a wound. - Tell me where it hurts. - You asked, getting closer and closer to him carefully.

Slash put his hand on his head, where you had accidentally pulled his hair, he made a sly pout and you nodded, saying nothing, just running your fingers through his hair more carefully than ever and whispering some sweet words in your boyfriend's ear, who little by little, seemed to be relaxed again.

- Come baby, lay down here. -You said, asking Slash to rest his head on your thighs again, and he did. - I love taking care of you, my spoiled kitty.

#slash #saul hudson #slash fanfic #slash fanfiction #slash imagine #slash imagines #slash fanfics #slash smut #slash gnr #slash one shots #slash headcanon #slash fluff #slash oneshot #slash prompts #slash stories #slash x reader #slash x you #slash x y/n #guns n roses #axl rose #duff mckagan #izzy stradlin #gnr #x reader #smut #x you #guns n' roses

[gnrbitch]

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!”.

~

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.

~

“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”

~

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?

~

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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[waxlrcs3]

𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃

𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.. 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.

𝐀𝐱𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞!

𝐀𝐱𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐱 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤?

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You had just arrived home after a long day at work, you knew axl had been out this night but wasn’t sure if he was at home yet. He had probably been drinking or maybe doing drugs with slash, even though he wasn’t into drugs. He didn’t like them so much. You two had a healthy relationship even if you got your arguments like any other couple.

You went upstairs to find axl on the bed in his boxers and a white shirt, writing in his notebook. You smiled slightly putting your purse down and getting down in bed next to him resting your head on his chest “hey love.”

He looked down at you putting his book down and kissing your cheek smelling you a little before speaking up “Hi baby, how was- uh work” he says, it was quite obvious he was a little high.

“It was good. Are you high?” Was that to on? Did it maybe sound controlling or something?

“Hm. Mhm a little.” He says looking at you leaning down kissing your neck “but my mind is clear enough to know what I want. I missed you.”

You couldn’t hide the smile creeping up on your lips looking over at him letting out a soft sign at the pleasure of his soft pink lips against your neck. Sucking and nibbling on your skin. “Axl you know you shouldn’t do stuff like that.”

“Maybe you need to punish me?” He continues sucking on your neck pulling you up on his lap making you feel his semi hard cock against your thigh.

You nod slowly kissing his softly before reaching your hand down cupping his balls into the palm of your hand and squeezing softly making him squirm and groan putting his legs up over your thighs. Right he loved being dominant, taking you down and making you beg but he also had a soft spot for being submissive.

You leaned down brushing your lips against his pink ones, kissing him passionately as you take his cock and balls out. Wrapping your hand around the head of his cock starting to move it up and down making him moan out. You start jerking him off stroking his cock fast while kissing him.

He moans into your mouth while leaning his head back, Pre-cum leaking out up his tip.

His hips and balls were now a messy sticky mess from all pre-cum. “Cum axl.” You whispered softly yet demanding into his ear nibbling on his earlobe. And he did as told. Releasing his seed into your hand while moaning your name “please..” he whispers quietly.

You look up at him kissing him deeply “please what baby?” You ask teasing.

“Please ride me..” he closed his eyes moaning As you kissed him leaning back against his pillow. “Please mommy. Please make me cum inside you.”

You nodded quickly stripping your clothes off in front of him and sitting on his lap lining his cock up to your entrance, you sank down into him filling yourself up. Letting out a moan as you start to move riding him. Your breasts bouncing in the same movements as your hips.

Axl’s hands found their way to your hips helping you move more smoothly as he groaned. His lips getting attached to your now hard pink nipples. Sucking and nippling on one while his right hand moves upwards to cup your second breast.

Moans and sweat filled the room, the now sex smelled filled room. The air was thick and the smell from cum was everywhere. You kept riding him, his hips thrusting upwards to meet yours in a syncing way.

“Cum baby. Cum on my cock” he whispers in your ear, you feel your walls clench around him. Letting out a long pleasure filled moan as your legs shake. You let go cumming around his cock.

“Fuck” he lets out a groan as he feels your juice around him, suddenly he lets go aswell. His cock twitching as he fills you up with his sticky seed.

He pulls out of you leaving you empty, taking you down and putting you down on the bed and kissing your forehead. He gets up his cock still semi hard, he walks to the bathroom cleaning himself up before coming back to you, he removes your makeup with makeup remover before getting a wet towel “spread your legs honey”

You spread your legs leaning back, he brings the towel down to your crotch cleaning you up. The cold feeling making you flitch a little, he cleans you up then throws the towel in the laundry basket. He puts on his boxers again before crawling into bed next to you.

You cuddle up to each-other your head on his chest as he strokes your hair gently before he speaks up “I love you.”

You smile nuzzling your nose into his neck “I love you too axl.”

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𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 🫶🏻

#axl smut #smut #spicy content #18+ only #hard rock #sex and drugs #tw drugs #alcohol #guns n roses #axl rose #gn reader #x reader #aftercare #sexy content #sexy tease #axl gnr #wattpad #imagine #one shot #glam rock #rock n roll #late night #music #music and writing #the punisher #mature woman #bd/sm kink

[gnrlove1987]

Prompt(s): Giving gifts, Misteltoe

You've been Axl's assistant on the Use Your Illusion for six months. When you first went to the job interview you were so nervous. Axl had a bad rep and you expected the worst. Diva behavior, rude, demanding. But when you went to the interview you were proven wrong. He was attentive to everything you said and genuinely wanted to know about you. Even the things that had no relation to the job. He was kind and laid back, putting you at ease even though you were talking to the biggest rock star on the planet.

He offered you the job on the spot and 6 months later you had traveled several cities and countries along Axl’s side. Spending so much time together, you two had your own inside jokes and would spend hours talking on plane rides or when he was amped up after a show and couldn’t sleep. You even told him about your beloved Grandmother's swan broach that you would always peer at in her jewelry box as a kid and when she died, your aunt sold it off so you never saw it again, but you always associate your grandma with the swan broach. After months spent getting so close, it was in December that you finally realized you were in love with him. You were hopelessly and stupidly in love with Axl.

if him being your boss wasn’t a big enough obstacle, him having a stunning Victoria’s Secret model girlfriend was the nail in the coffin. She was rich and glamorous with men falling at her feet. You knew there was no comparison so you were going to let it be. But seeing Axl and Stephanie together when they were all over each other, you felt your heart deflate more and more each time.

At the last tour stop, Axl confided in you that he was getting someone very important to him a gift for the holidays that was going to be very special for her. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. You made the decision that night that you couldn’t do this anymore. Anytime you saw them together you felt ill. And now you found yourself burning up with jealousy when he talked to you about this extravagant gift he was giving her. Even though you needed the money and you loved Axl, you gave your notice you were quitting the next day. He was shocked and didn’t know what to say. He told you he’d pay you more, hire another assistant so there wouldn’t be so much work on your own. He pleaded with you to stay. But there was no turning back, you’d stay until the last stop before everyone went home for Christmas and then that was it. You’d be finished.

With the last show in the books, there was a big holiday party to celebrate the end of this leg of the tour. Colorful lights lit up the room with every type of alcohol imaginable within arms reach. Holiday garlands strung all around the room. Standing in the hallway next to an adorned Christmas tree, you took your eyes off the beautiful decorations and saw Slash and Duff, drunk and stumbling around, coming to you.

“y/n! We heard you’re leaving! We’re gonna fuckin miss you!” Duff slurred.

“Yeah, are you sure you can’t stay? Who else is gonna keep Axl from going on fuckin rampages!” Slash laughed.

You laughed as you rolled your eyes, “He’ll be fine without me. He has Steph.”

Slash shook his head and walked away with Duff and his almost empty bottle of vodka trailing close behind. Confused, you watched Duff and slash walk off until a deep, familiar voice attracted your attention.

“Trying to avoid me?” Axl asked with a smirk

“No “ you lied. The less you saw him, the easier it would be to leave in the morning. “I just thought you’d be busy with Steph.”

He nodded in understanding. “ Nah, she left this morning.”

You looked down disinterestedly. You couldn’t muster anymore fake interest in her than you already had for six months.

“You don’t like her very much, do you?” Axl questioned

You looked up, surprised. “What, no, I do I guess. She’s fine. If she makes you happy that’s what matters”.

“Then why are you leaving me y/n? “ he asked sadly.

“Axl, please don’t. I already told you I didn’t want to talk about it. I just can’t work for you anymore. “ you replied looking down. You couldn't bear to look in his eyes.

“Fine. But I don’t know what I’ll do without you. Are you sure nothing can change your mind to stay?”

you nodded.

"You know, y/n, you were always more than an assistant to me. I'm really gonna miss you."

Trying to stay composed you nodded your head as you tried to speak around the lump in your throat, "I'm going to miss you too, Ax."

"I was gonna give this to you when we were back in L.A but Slash told me that you were leaving first thing in the morning so here ya go."

He took a velvet box out of his silky coat pocket and handed it to you.

You gave a slight laugh, surprised that he gave you something.

"You got me a present?" you asked

"I told you I was getting someone very important to me a special gift" he answered as he walked away before you could say anything.

Stunned, you opened the box and saw a jeweled broach that looked like a swan. Tears began to cloud your vision as you realized that he remembered all that you had told him. Now, Axl had given you one that looked exactly like your grandma's swan broach, something that would always be a sweet reminder of her.

As he was halfway out the door, you ran after him and threw your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his.

Taken aback, he looked at you dazed with surprise.

"Mistletoe" you grinned as you pointed to the green hanging from the ceiling above him.

After a quick glance up, Axl smiled in return and then slipped his fingers into your hair at the nape of your neck and kissed you, pressing his tongue to yours, tasting of tobacco and champagne.

You smiled against his lips, feeling him do the same.

#axl rose fanfiction #axl rose x you #axl rose x reader #axl rose fic #axl rose fanfic #axl rose imagine #axl rose one shot #guns n roses fanfiction #guns n roses fanfic

[strawberrtheartsfanfics]

Rules!🤍

Hi you can call me T.F that’s my initials and everyone calls me that anyways. So the rules are that some of my posts might contain 18+ content and I am not your mother and don’t have time to block. I only go on here like once a week. English is not my first language but I hope you will love my fics anyways, I will not write death or cheating if it is not important for the plot like leading you to the character you have requested.

I write for a lot of characters and bands

*Gilmore girls

*OBX

*TVD(not as much but maybe)

*Marauders (not Harry Potter though)

*The summer I turned pretty

*Motley CRUE

*Guns and roses

*wanda (but like mommy Wanda😉)

Will not be writing anything Stranger things related sorry I just started watching it and don’t want spoilers but like in a month maybe🤪

This is what I write for do ask if I can do other people or characters am always up for a challenge but I will write a lot of Motley at the moment because I am obsessed 🤩

Please send in asks and request🤍

Love strawberryhearts aka T.F🤍

#nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx smut #motley crue x reader #nikki sixx one shot #nikki sixx #nikki sixx fanfiction #mötley crüe x reader #mötley crüe #gilmore girls #jess mariano #logan huntzberger #tristan dugray #guns n roses #the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #tsitp jeremiah #tvd x reader #obx smut #rafe obx #obx cast #request are open

[appetite4savage]

Famous (Axl Rose)

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Request from anon: modern Axl has a girlfriend that is also famous

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Y/N’s POV

“You got nominated for singer/songwriter of the year.” My manager, Devan, says to me over the phone.

I took up a job songwriting for musicians in Nashville a couple years ago. I wrote some of the biggest pop and country hits on the radio.

“Wh- what?” I asked in shock, putting a hand over my mouth.

Axl is looking at me with a worried look from his seat at our kitchen island.

“Yep, the ceremony is in two weeks!”

“Wow, that’s great.” I see Axl sigh out of relief that something isn’t wrong. “Thank you for calling!”

With that, I hang up.

“Okay, never scare me like that again.” Axl laughs. “I thought someone died.”

“Watch how you talk to the singer/songwriter of the year nominee.” I say proudly.

His eyes widen, jumping out of his seat excitedly.

“That’s great, babe!” He pecks my lips quickly, engulfing me in a hug.

“The ceremony’s in two weeks.” I say against his chest. “I’m so nervous. What if I have to give a speech?”

“You’ll be fine. Just pretend it’s just me and you.” He laughs, pulling me away from his chest but keeping me close.

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Later, at the awards ceremony

“The 2022 singer/songwriter of the year award goes to…. “Y/N!”

I feel like I’m frozen until Axl helps me up out of my seat.

“Congratulations, baby. Knock them dead.” He whispers.

I smile at him before I head up to the stage.

“Wow… I can’t believe this.” The crowd cheers. “Thank you so much. I want to give a special shout-out to my boyfriend, Axl Rose.” The crowd cheers louder and i glance at Axl, to which he gives me a smile and a wink. “He’s been my support system over the last few years. I wouldn’t be here without him. I also want to thank the company, and my manager Devan. Again, thank you so much.” I wave, walking back to my seat.

Axl meets me at the end of the aisle, grabbing my hand and leading me back to our seats.

“You did great, I told you that you would.” He whispers, gently squeezing my thighs before resting his hand there.

I’m feeling grateful for the life I have. I never thought a couple years ago I’d be a successful songwriter and dating a famous rockstar.

#guns n’ roses #axl rose #appetite4savage writes #guns n roses fan fiction #Axl rose fan fiction #Axl rose one shot #GNR #guns and roses #rock fan fiction #guns n roses imagine

[emzular]

the fact that billy hargrove didn't live to hear any of the iconic rock music past 1986 is criminal.

he didn't even live to hear master of puppets.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #wild side by motley crue #livin on a prayer by bon jovi #master of puppets by metlalica #still of the night whitesnake #ANY good guns n roses songs :( #shot in the dark by ozzy #like boy missed so many good ones #pour some sugar on me #he'd have loved that one

[okshu]

𝗐͟𝗐͟𝗐﹕﹙ATEEZ FIC RECS﹚ ➛ ⛧

all fics of ateez that i read and went "omg wow". the authors are really talented too so make sure to check out their other works.

▨ LEGEND ㄑ ꮺ favs . f,a,s - fluff, angst, smut

𖥔 MEMBERS ˖͢

홍중 ─── kim hongjoong

i. guns and roses by @baekhvuns [s,ꮺ ] [mafia, enemies to lovers; 6.4k.] ii. love tailored by @arafilez [f] [e2l, fashion designer!khj x ceo!reader; 8.5k] iii. look after you by @mingigoo [f,s] [nurse fem reader x struggling musician hongjoong, enemies to lovers (kind of), some angst, smut, fluff, hospital au; 10.3k] iv. promise by @daesukiii [a,f] [angst, some fluff, hurt/minimal comfort, e for everyone, established relationship; 1.8k] v. ugh, as if by @ennysbookstore [s] [one-shot, punk!hongjoong x feminine!reader, enemies to lovers (kinda); 11.13k]

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성화 ─── park seonghwa

i. sleep-talker by @mingigoo [f, s, ꮺ] [roommates au, vacation au, one bed trope, forced proximity au; 10.2k] ii. the duke and his general by @baekhvuns [a,s] [royalty, arranged marriage au, romcom, miniseries; 61k] iii. mr and mrs park by @baekhvuns [f,a,s] [mafia, romcom, e2l, single parent au, 50k] iv. bodyguard by @baekhvuns [f,a,s] [romcom, bodyguard au + forbidden relationship au; 37.8k] v. misguided by @flurrys-creativity [f,a]

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윤호 ─── jeong yunho

i. come fly with me by @hwaightme [f, ꮺ] [love at first sight, bit of angst, slice of life; 9k] ii. bedfellows by @sungbeam [f] [one bed trope, frnds who cuddle; 1.1k]

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여상 ─── kang yeosang

i. crash landing on you by @atozfic [f, a, s, ꮺ] [mild enemies to friends to lovers, fake dating au, nepobaby!yeosang, student reader; 20.3k] ii. 7:29 P.M. by @edenesth [a, comfort] [timestamp]

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산 ─── choi san

i. this youth of craziness by @baekhvuns [f, s, ꮺ] [slice of life, drama, romcom & travel dreams; 40k] ii. when he's (drunk) too much by @atinybitofau [f, a] [headcannons]

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민기 ─── song mingi

i. butterflies by @hwaslayer [f, s, ꮺ] [established relationship/marriage, parents au; 3.2k] ii. 23:47 by @lvlystars [f]

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우영 ─── jung wooyoung

i. 3.20 a.m. by @strawberryseonghwaz [f] ii. bf texts w/ wooyoung by @beenbaanbuun [f] iii. change of heart by @hotteoki [f, ꮺ] [suitor!wooyoung x princess!reader, arranged marriage, medieval era, strangers to lovers] iv. 21:23 P.M. by @adoringsan v. i don't want to by @sanjoongie [f, ꮺ] [office au, single parent au, rivals to lovers; 1k]

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종호 ─── choi jongho

i. scoot over, choi by @seonghwaddict [f, ꮺ] [one bed trope, slight fluff, slight enemies to lovers but they're not quite at the lovers part yet, agent jongho and reader; 0.6k] ii. falling and sleeping by @seonghwaddict [f] [crack, friends to lovers; 1.5k]

𖥔 OT8 // POLY ˖͢

i. ateez in the multiverse by @hotteoki [ f, ꮺ ] [ headcannons ] ii. splish splash by @atozfic [s] [no use of y/n, swim team au, lifeguard!reader, pro-swimmers!sanhwawooho; 20k+] iii. asking bf!ateez to draw you a flower by @eightmakesonebraincell [ f ] [ text imagines ] iv. world episode fin:will by @arafilez [f,a,s] [ series ] v. happy death day by @flurrys-creativity [s] vi. ateez as mafia member who fall for you [ one . two . christmas sp ] by @eightmakesonebraincell [ f ] [ headcannons ]

copyright to respective authors, don't forget to reblog their works ^^ okshu

#﹏ ara's ateez fic rec 𐚁̷ #ateez #ateez x reader #hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #yunho #yunho x reader #yeosang #yeosang x reader #san #san x reader #mingi #mingi x reader #wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #jongho #jongho x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez fic

[flkmoresluvr]

Closure ( Axl & Steven one shot)

summary: Axl decides to call Steven up to make amends.

disclaimer: this is kinda terrible, I got the idea at like 3 in the morning. It’s not proofread or grammatically corrected so enjoy!!

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Axl stared down at the box of polaroids that he managed to scrape up from the tour bus floor, his stomach in knots as his eyes trace the face of Steven. His arms were draped over Slash’s neck and Axl can see himself laying against Izzy in the background. His mind wandered about the time when this was taken, he flips the back for answers.

1987 written in black sharpie.

He holds onto the polaroid, his other hand running through his hair as he lets out a long sigh. 1987, although it was only a little under 6 years ago, felt like a lifetime ago. And a tiny part, oh who was he kidding, it was a big part of him that felt sorry for how he treated Steven. How he reacted, how he could’ve helped him instead of giving him the boot.

Maybe he could reach out to Steven, let him know there is no hard feelings between the two.

Then again, he knows that Steven has hard feelings for him. How could you not have hard feelings for someone who kicked you out of your band with no chances of redemption?

But Axl wanted to know how Steven felt, how he was doing and nothing was going to change his mind.

He searched and searched for his number or even an address. Only succeeding after aggravating Slash til he caved in, telling Axl that this wouldn’t end well for none of them and that this could ruin the tiny bit of friendship that he still had with Steven.

“Trust me, it will go well.” Axl assured Slash, then disappearing off to the kitchen and dialing Steven’s number.

ring . . .

ring . . .

ring . . .

“Hello?” Steven’s voice comes through clean, it was softer than he last heard and Axl’s heart is racing. Fuck. He didn’t think this far ahead.

“Is this another prank caller? I swear—”

“No, no. It’s just me.” Axl says. The line goes silent, he can still hear Steven’s breathing. “I know . . . I know this is unexpected and you probably don’t want to hear from me.”

Steven laughs. “Damn right. What do you want?” His voice is now firm.

“I’m not sure. I mean . . . I was just wondering how you’ve been doing.” He mumbles, his voice now low.

“You were just wondering how I’ve been doing? Really?” Steven repeats, almost in disbelief. “Uh, let’s see. Four of my bandmates fucked me over for shit they were doing too.”

“Look, Steven, I—”

“Goodbye, Axl.”

“Wait, Steven, just hear me out.” Axl pauses, shifting slightly so now that his back is against the wall. “I feel . . . I feel bad for how things went down. I know you won’t believe me but I’m trying here.”

Steven almost laughs until hearing the desperation in the redhead's voice and suddenly there’s this weird feeling in his chest. Almost as if he felt sorry for Axl, which was so rare for anyone to ever feel bad for him. But if you were close to him, knew his way of life, you knew that he did have good intentions with his actions.

“Uh . . . ” Steven begins saying, his fingers running through his blonde strands and gripping gently. “You’re lucky I’m in such a good mood today.”

“Thanks, Steven. Really. I expected you to hang up as soon as you heard my voice, Slash told me not to call you.” He admits, twirling the phone cord with his fingers. “But you know me . . . ”

“Well, I’m kinda glad you did call me. I’ve been wanting closure for a long time, Axl, but that died along with the numerous phone calls I left. Ya remember?” Steven asks, his voice dripping with malign.

And Axl stays silent for a moment or two. Unsure of what to say because he was speaking the truth.

Not even a week after Steven was kicked out, he called repeatedly. Blowing the phone up to the point that they had to go through a number change. Axl wasn’t even clear on why they avoided his calls, maybe it was the guilt that he didn’t want to deal with or the fact that he wasn’t ready to face the pleas from Steven.

“But I get it, Axl. Truly, I do,” Steven begins speaking into the phone again after it falls silent between the two. “I guess Izzy leaving put things into perspective for you.”

“Yeah, it did . . . I thought I was making the right decision, Steven.”

“Coulda gone about it better, gave me more time.” The blonde says, a hint of sadness to his tone. “I need an answer, Axl. Why are you doing this?”

“Because I fucked up, I know that now.” Axl admits, his voice shaky and he can feel the tears welling in his eyes. “I tried to keep the asshole agenda up but really . . . really it’s all bothering me.”

Steven nods his head even though the other can’t see. “You’re finally admitting your faults. That’s one step to becoming a better person.”

Axl smiles slightly at his words. “I’m trying. That’s why I reached back out to you. To tell you that I should’ve handled things better.”

“It makes me happy to hear that, Axl, but I can’t accept your apology.”

His smile drops, his bones feel like they're crushing, a lump forming in his throat. He was foolish to think that Steven could forgive him, considering how much of an asshole he was but he was genuinely trying to make amends.

The phone becomes shaky in his hand and Steven notices that Axl isn’t speaking. He knows that he is hurt by him not accepting his apology.

“Axl . . . ” Steven’s voice is gentle but firm. “This is the first time we’ve spoken in years, you can’t expect me to forgive you just like that.”

The redhead nods his head. “I know but, I thought . . . I don’t know. I’m just glad I got this off my chest, you know?” He tries to steady his voice.

“Yeah. I have this question, it’s itching the back of my brain.” The blonde says into the phone, pausing for a second to let his words sink. “Are you doing therapy? Or did you just have a change of heart yourself?”

Axl swallows, his hand raising up to rub his temple. “I did. I mean, yeah. Not recently but over the past couple of months, yes.” Stammering his words, he shook his head. “Are you doing anything right now?”

“Am I doing anything right now? Hmm.” Steven glances around the walls of his house. “Nope. Sitting around like I’ve always been. Is this where you invite me out for drinks?”

“No . . . no, not unless you want to. Just heard lots of sounds on your end.” He lies partially, earning a laugh from the blonde.

“Drinks, huh? Can you handle that?”

“I should be asking you that.” Axl says.

“Don’t.” Steven warns him. Then the line goes silent, other than the sounds of someone rummaging through something and he speaks again. “I’m down for drinks. You’re paying right? I mean, since you’re changing your ways.”

“Yeah, of course, I can pay.” Axl nods, his grip on the phone loosening slightly. “So . . . I’ll see you in about an hour?”

“Great. See ya.”

#axl rose #steven adler #one shot #writing #gnr #guns n roses #friends #repairing friendships #closure #making amends #90s #80s #oneshot

[thesmokingguns]

Beauty and the Beast

a/N: wrote this for patreon

MINORS DNI 18+

“I fucking hate you.” I turned, trying to slam the bathroom door but a foot had shot out, blocking me from fully closing it.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I kicked at the boot, pulse racing as I tried to make the monster stop his intrusion but in full horror movie fashion his hand slipped through the crack and the door was yanked forward, pulling me right into him.

Izzy sneered in annoyance, his hand coming for my throat as he pushed me back into the en suite bathroom I had tried to retreat into. He squeezed, enough pressure that made me gasp for one last breath before he cut off my airways, dragging me up by my neck so I hoovered on tiptoes, hands on his as I tried to pry his fingers from my throat.

All this did was get me a smile from the sick fuck.

“What don’t you understand about being mine, pet? Hmm? Do you like when I punish you? Does that get you off? Does it get you off when I force you to your knees and make you take my cock inch by inch into that slutty little mouth. Do you have a kink for destruction?” He speaks to me slowly, even toned like he isn’t choking the life out of me.

Fucking psychopath.

He squeezed my neck, looking at it like his fingers were expensive jewels and him choking me was an accessory.

“How are you going to repay me? Are you going to give me that mouth of yours? Stick out that little pink tongue for me.” His eyes shifted from my throat to my mouth, eyes expectant.

I’d rather swallow my tongue than give him the satisfaction of seeing my tongue unfurl like a red carpet. I’d bite his dick off if he even tried. The sick fuck would probably get off on my teeth gnawing at his dick.

The way he smirks, having already expected that I wouldn’t listen to him. At least he knew that I wasn’t going to give in easily to him.

“You want me to use your cunt then?” The teasing tone he is using is dangerous, deadly. But everything about Izzy is dangerous.

From the predatory look in his eyes to the way he uses his body like a deadly weapon. Wielding himself like a glint of steel. Every wretched thing he does is an act of war. The way he strikes me down and pillages me as his spoils. He’s the worst type of tyrant.

“Fuck off.” The way his eyes narrow as I barely squeeze out the words. Instantly his hand tightens, blocking any chance of speaking again.

“Filthy mouth of yours, pet. Absolutely fucking filthy.” And then he lets my throat go.

The shock of it as I drop down, my knees jerking as they try to catch my balance and fail. But Izzy had expected that, anticipated my body that he was tuned into. He catches me, spinning me so my hips dig into the sink, my forehead smacking against the mirror. Eyes stuck watching him pin me from behind.

I could scream but who would hear?

“Stop.” The one word makes him chuckle at me and I feel small, stupid. We both know he isn’t going to stop.

His hands slide over my shoulders, tugging the silky fabric of my nightgown, the fabric pooling at my feet and I’m blushing as my panties are yanked down, following them. Darker than my nightdress because the dampness of my pussy stains them.

I was turned on. Achingly so and he could tell.

“Stop?” His lips are against my ear, his eyes watching me too closely in the mirror as his hands deep between the traitor between my legs. His fingers slip into the pools of glistening wetness. The wet sound as he smears my own cum up over my clit, teasing it as I groan in pleasure before pulling back to my other howl, teasing my ass with his finger tips. “Your body doesn’t want me to stop, pet. Your body is a good girl and knows exactly what she wants.”

I think he’s going to use my ass as punishment. I mentally tell myself to breathe but forget how to as three fingers stretch my cunt and my knees wobble. If Izzy didn’t press into me, supporting me with his body I would collapse and were both well aware if that fact.

His fingers are suctioned into me. My Pussycat greedily wanting more as I think of words of resistance that come to my lips and get lost in the moans my mouth makes. My brain completely over ridden with the base, primal pleasure only Izzy can elicit from me.

His fingers move, twisting inside my wetness as I think of smashing my head against the mirror. There’s such a thing as too much pleasure and Izzy always flints that line with recklessness that I don’t understand.

Can one die from orgasming because as he bends his fingers and my body completely gives up on trying to have any thought of its own. I cum hard on his fingers. Feeling his lips on the back of my neck.

He’s saying something to me but I’m warm all over and my eyelids are tired as the bliss sucks every ounce of energy from me.

One of my thighs is lifted up, my body a right angle of limbs as I blink, the pressure of his cocks head against me. The entrance to my cunt makes a wet popping sound as he teases his head against my hole. My body wants him, wants to drag him into my cunt and he knows it. That’s why he won’t give in.

“Izzy-“

“Beg me.” He knows I want him but he has the patience when he teased me to make me wait. Both of us know if the roles were reversed he’d kill me for teasing him. “If you want my cock, pet, you’re going to beg for every fucking inch.” His eyes look darker and if I could I would look away but in transfixed.

“Fuck me, Izzy. Please. I need your cock.” He smirks, one thrust and he’s Inside me so deep I get a stomach ache. I’ll be sore after, feel thoroughly used and filled but in the moment my eyes roll back and I appreciate him splitting me open.

His hands are on my hip, nails digging in and I’ll have a constellation of fingerprints marking my skin for the next few days. Something to trace in the shower and think of him.

“Oh god, Izzy.” And he smirks at my words, pleased with the statement.

“Careful with calling me your god, pet. You’ll have to spend a lot of time on your knees worshiping me if you give me that power.”

But his threat just sends a zap through my body. The thought of being on my knees, his weighty cock shoved in my mouth as I look up at him as I worship, turns me on more than it should.

He can feel my oussy clenching around him at the idea and I might as well have signed over my rights to stand. He’ll keep me on my knees because he knows he can. He knows he owns me, heart, body and soul.

“I’m going to cum so deep in this pussy you'll be drooling out my cum. Open that pretty mouth pet. That’s my girl.”

His finger slid me over my tongue, my mouth closing as his fingers fuck my mouth. Closing my eyes for a second as I hum around them. I’m shocked when his hand leaves between my lips and he smacks my face. My eyes flashing open as I look at him in the mirror.

“Eyes only on me when I fuck you, pet. On me.” He demands the attention and I nod. Heart bouncing in my chest as I squeeze around him, my orgasm shaking through me as izzy groans.

He’s so close. And he’s right I can taste him.

His pace picks up and I watch him in the mirror as he fucks me. He’s ruthless with my body, having trained it to take his cock. Taught my body how to cum around him every single time.

“Look. At. Me.” My head turns but not fast enough. Izzy holds my chin as he makes me look over my shoulder at him. “This is my fucking, cunt. You understand that? This is mine.” I nod, accepting his ownership.

His.

He cums inside of me, the warm feeling of him flowing through me. His cock twitching inside of me as he rides out the waves of his pleasure. Only pulling out when he starts softening.

I don’t move until he slides my leg down, hand going around my waist as he drags me towards him, kissing me as his cum starts to slide down, over my thighs. A cum trail running down my knee.

“I should clean up.” But Izzy is pulling me towards bed.

“I’m not done using you, pet. No need to clean up when there’s going to be a bigger mess.” My stomachs in knots at his words but I want it.

I want him. All of him. Even these feral beast moments. Everything needs to be balanced and every beauty needs her beast

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[duffslut]

Let me do It for you

Axl Rose x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 478

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

- It's relaxing. - Axl said, carefully sliding your panties down your legs. - You'll feel good. - He said.

You were lying in his bed, shirtless, you had crossed the line with him again, but this time you didn't want to stop, Axl knew you had never had sex before, so he offered to help you, said he would make you feel good and make you ready for him.

You nodded, noting how Axl's red hair looked blond when the sun streamed in through the window, he looked more handsome than ever, and at the same time, happy to finally be able to do something with you instead of just kissing.

- I'm embarrassed. - You said, covering your face and feeling your body shiver with cold.

It was the first time you were completely naked in front of Axl, and he seemed mesmerized looking at your body, which made you more nervous than you needed to be.

Axl smirked and kissed your bare belly, you didn't move.

- Don't need to be. - He said, and then took off his shirt too, now leaving only his pants on. - I'll be sweet with you, okay? - He asked.

You nodded and Axl's fingers first touched your belly just below your breasts and then slowly went down to your belly button, and all the way to your groin.

- I'm going to touch you now, okay? - He asked, seeming to be controlling himself not to run his hand down your pussy. - You're beautiful. - He said, moving his fingers down slowly, you closed your eyes and tried to focus only on your breath.

The new and satisfying feeling began as soon as his fingers touched a place where yours had never touched before, you thought to yourself if Axl would be able to make you have an orgasm.

- Oh my God. - You moaned as Axl started rubbing your clit and an electrical charge ran through your body.

Axl noticed your euphoria and didn't seem to want to make you come so quickly, so he slid two fingers by your entrance without penetrating you, just making you wet enough for him to be able to do it. Axl seemed to be on the same level of arousal as you, and the bulge in his pants proved that he really was.

He carefully slipped two fingers inside you, and your eyes rolled back automatically as you held the pillow under your head tightly. Axl growled along with you as he fucked your pussy with his fingers, in and out, making you curl your toes in pleasure.

- So fucking tight. - Axl groaned, and you just couldn't resist his thick voice groaning just because he was fingering you.

You came for the first time on his fingers, moaning like a bitch and stretching your body on the mattress, Axl couldn't look happier, and now it was your turn to get the job done.

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[gnrbitch]

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…

*****

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”

****

“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.

****

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”

*****

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.

————

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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[girlboybug]

Shades of Cool

“my baby lives in shades of cool, cold heart and hands of aptitude.”

or the one where joel can’t seem to stay away from you despite his efforts to. but it’s not like he tried very hard to begin with.

what’s playing 🎧 : shades of cool by lana del rey

pairing : joel miller x female!reader

word count : 9k

CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUT, creampie, breeding kink if u squint, oral f receiving, fingering, loss of virginity, virginity kink if u squint yet again, tummy bulge, unspecified age gap and joel kind of has a thing for it, unprotected sex, (pls wear a condom guys im just a mf on tumblr) multiple orgasms, a tad of overstimulation, allusions to male masturbation, dirty talk, pet names, mating press, prone bone, light dom/sub dynamics, reader def has some unresolved daddy issues mean!joel but theres some soft joel

TRIGGER WARNINGS : minor character death/reference to his death but he literally doesn't exist in the show i promise, canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, mentions of guns, implied/references to sexual harassment

a/n : this is my first time uploading to tumblr, forgive me if my layout is funky lol, anyways pls enjoy <3 read the second part here

you swallowed hard when you saw joel making his way towards the alleyway you two routinely met up in. watching as he did his typical side to side glance, casual in presence but it was muscle memory for him to ensure the safety of his environment no matter it’s location or the mundaneness of it. 

you quite disliked the feeling that pricked your chest and quickly spread inside the cavity, overflowing up into your throat and drowning out any coherent thoughts in your mind whenever you saw joel. 

it was annoying. pathetic even. just a silly schoolgirl crush you hoped would go away in time. 

you put aside the fluttering feelings for later, and waved, catching his attention. he sent a curt nod, rubbing his palms together before pushing them into his denim pockets. “hey.” he greeted you, if you could really call it that. 

you took whatever you could get from him, so you smiled, parroting it back with a nervous politeness. 

“do you have the uh…” you trailed off, feeling embarrassed that you struggled to even verbalize what you were trading. 

he raised a brow, folding his arms over his chest, looking at you expectingly. “i got it. you got the rations?” he finished speaking for you and you nodded enthusiastically, hurriedly pulling out the thick wad of rations you worked your ass off for. 

he shut his eyes with exasperation for a few seconds before hovering his larger hand over the wad, miraculously dwarfing your own hand. “don’t wave it around kid, jesus,” he sighed, shaking his head while palming it and sliding it away into his back pocket. 

“sorry…” you muttered embarrassedly. 

he didn’t reply, and instead handed you a box, bright purple and pink and your gaze slowly rose up to his face with a slightly ajar mouth. “uh. joel.” you started, voice leading into an upward trail of confusion. 

“if i wanted tampons i could have easily gotten this myself.” you wanted to hide the slight irritation in your tone but he caught on to it, unfolding his arms to jab the top of the box with his index finger. “how about you open it smartass.” he instructed dryly, moving backward and refolding his arms. 

your eyes lingered on him tryingly for a few more seconds, huffing quietly to yourself before flipping the cardboard flap up. 

again. tampons. 

you tilted it towards him and he dragged his hand down his face tiredly. he dug his hand into the box, the tampons shoved to the sides, revealing a small pistol. 

your mouth fell open into a comical O shape, laughing in awe. “oh!” you giggled and joel stared at you blankly, already feeling a hankering for a straight shot of whiskey at the bright and early hour of 8:30am. 

“very creative.” you beamed and it seemed as though joel fought back a smile behind a glare. at least, you told yourself that. 

“just enough for gullible people.” he pushed at a button of yours, just a little, and you paused for a second, shooting him a playful glare. “whatever,” you exhaled through a quiet chuckle. 

“thank you joel, i appreciate the um. tampons, i was running low.” you played along with the bit and he rolled his eyes, nodding, already ready to go back home. 

“sure thing.” he was about to turn and walk out of the alleyway but something held him in his spot. 

he took in a deep inhale before making eye contact with you, rendering you back into your nervous state from when he first arrived. 

“why do you need a pistol? we’ve only ever traded for small things. why the sudden big order?” he has absolutely no clue why he’s asking you this, or rather, he has no idea why he’s letting himself ask this. 

he shouldn’t care. he doesn’t. 

you stiffened, straightening your back and holding the box to your stomach, hands cupping the bottom of it. “just to keep at my place. thought i’d feel safer with it.” you answered truthfully, making sure to not go further into detail. 

his squinted eyes stay on you for awhile, unsure of what you needed to feel safe from. “are you uh…in any trouble?” he asks and you feel a little excitement ignite in your lower belly. 

is he worried about you?

“no! no not at all, i just…i don’t know,” you try to laugh it off but the silence between you two just feels heavy instead. “why do you ask?” you question and he shrugged. 

“if you’re in trouble, i don’t need it somehow coming back to me. i got enough shit i need to worry about.” he answered and the bubble inside you popped and deflated almost immediately. 

“oh, well no need to worry about that. it’s nothing like that, you’ll be fine.” you decided to end the conversation there, a cold feeling of humiliation that prods at your shoulders and throat alerting you that it’s best to just walk away before you can say anything else that might make the situation more unbearable. 

“thanks joel.” you added, quickly making your way out the alleyway. “be careful with that thing.” he called out after you, and you feel the bubble slowly start to shamelessly inflate itself once more. 

maybe he does care. even if it’s just a little. 

—

you hid the box in the shoddy nightstand you had lugged up into your apartment from off the street one night, and exhaled lowly, pursing your lips. “this is good.” you stated to yourself. 

the whole reason why you wanted a gun, was kind of useless if you really put some actual thought into it. 

it really was just for the comfort of your mind, putting the nerves you had at ease. like a security blanket of sorts. 

fedra soldiers occasionally conduct inspections, making a mess of people’s homes to look for any contraband, firefly propaganda, weapons, anything that so much acts as an eyesore to them is grounds for permanent confiscation. 

there’s a specific solider that just makes you uncomfortable, makes your skin prickle up into sharp goosebumps and makes your stomach churn like dry gears rubbing up against each other. 

the way his eyes follow you around, rejoicing in his power over you and how you cowered away from him. 

they come in as pairs to inspect and even if they didn’t, he was still taller, stronger, heavily armed and trained and could kill you in front of a crowd of people and still face no consequences. so a singular witness wouldn't stop him from breaking the rules.

if anything, you’ve probably just put yourself in more danger carrying a weapon. but you felt that if you had it, you maybe had a fighting chance in case push came to shove. 

you collected yourself into your very depressing excuse of a bed, lifting the fraying crotched blanket over your body, pretending you were anything less than semi uncomfortable.

the next morning, you woke up with a slightly sore feeling that resided in just about every crevice of your body but you ignore it, as it’s a common thing to wake up to if you’ve got what basically feels like laying on a napkin as a bed, and using what feels like an even thinner napkin as a blanket. 

you readied yourself to participate in street clean up, since you had to take on more shifts than usual to make up for the hefty chunk of rations you gave to joel. 

—

a bandana resided around your nose, neatly but tightly tied behind your head, doing…definitely not enough to cover the stench of cleaning the sludge off the streets. 

"the fuck would i need coffee beans for asshole? hit me up when you’ve actually got good shit to trade.” you overheard two guys a few feet away from you bickering, your ears perking up at the mention of coffee beans. 

you remembered joel vaguely mentioning how he’d kill for a cup of coffee, and you agreed on that sentiment, even though you’ve never once had coffee.  the point being, he’d been out of coffee for awhile, unable to find anyone who has it, and you figured maybe scoring him a bag would be a nice sign of gratitude for the pistol. 

you pulled down your bandana, walking over to the guy once the other one walked off. “hi, um i didn’t mean to eavesdrop but i heard you have coffee beans? i’d be willing to trade for them.” 

“i don’t take kindly to nosy—“ he cut himself off mid sentence once he turned to look at you, his eyes dragging up and down your body and you wondered in that moment if it was worth the hassle of talking to this. thing. 

but then you thought of joel, and how maybe he’d smile at you, thank you with a tight bear hug and suddenly, it did all seem worth it. 

“yeah, yeah i’d definitely be happy to trade with you,” he grinned and you laughed, trying to hide your disgust with fake excitement. “great! what would you want for it? i have some spare shampoo bars, a pair of wool socks i was saving for winter, or—“ 

he cut you off this time, leaning into your space closer and you instinctively backed away. “i was thinking maybe something different.” he alluded to something that made cleaning up literal shit off the street seem a lot more pleasant. 

your face fell and you lifted up your bandana. “yeah, nevermind. thanks anyway.” 

you turned on your heel and he groaned, calling after you. “the socks…” he huffed, rubbing the side of his chin. “are they soft?” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact. 

you tugged down the bandana again, smiling brightly. “very!” 

—

you scheduled another meet up with joel, excited to gift him the bag of coffee beans. 

you were slightly sad to let go of the socks, your feet always got so cold in the winter and the nights were already starting to increase in frigidness, but it’s okay, you could always find another pair of socks again, but you didn’t know if you’d have another chance to pleasantly surprise joel like this. 

against joel’s typical judgment, he said to just stop by his apartment, feeling too tired to lug himself down into the alleyway again. 

but all you heard from that was he trusted you enough into his personal space. which, as much as joel would deny it, is true. 

he could clearly envision you apologizing to a fly for so much as being in its way, so inviting you over posed as nowhere near a threat. 

you knocked at his door, hiding the bag behind your back before he opened it. the wind got knocked out of you once more at the sight of him. he was very much older than you, easily the age of a man who could be your father, but that didn’t erase any of his attractiveness. 

in the deepest part of your subconscious, you knew that that’s what added onto it. 

“hi!” you chirped and he stepped to the side, widening his door to let you in. “hi.” he repeated, drier but, not unhappily. 

“what’d you wanna trade for again?” he asked, his hand rubbing the side of his stubbly jaw, and you had to look away, knowing you’d just watch him in silence if you didn’t. 

“actually,” you hummed, nearly bursting at the seems with glee. he watched you curiously, unaware of the slight smile on his face as he watched you tip toe closer with your hand still behind your back. 

“i didn’t come by to trade. i got you a gift!” he rested his palms behind him on the small table, his broad shoulders seeming even broader now and you wanted to run your hands across the expanse of them. 

“a gift?” he asked, breaking you out of your trance. he sounded genuinely shocked, almost unable to believe you. “mhm!” you nodded, a smile still etched on your features. 

“close your eyes, and open your hands.” you instructed, and he tilted the side of his head to you, wordlessly saying really? 

you nudged your chin, motioning for him to listen, your way of replying with yes, really.

he eyed you before shaking his head, standing up straight and closing his eyes, his palms bared out for you, muttering a quiet, i have no idea why i’m listenin’ to you. 

you plopped the bag of coffee into his hands, sing songing a soft “now open!” 

he opened his eyes, his lips parting in awe. he laughed out of disbelief, and your heart soared with joy as you saw him smile, and widely at that. 

“kid…you…why? i mean, god, thank you, but why?” he asked and you shrugged, rocking back and forth on your heel to your toes. “take it as a thanks for my pist-i mean tampons.” you joked and he chuckled, shaking his head and putting the beans down onto the table. 

“well, thank you, that’s mighty kind of you.” he looked downward at you, and you looked back up at him, trying to memorize the way his lips were curled, the sweet lines by his eyes and the way he just seemed so happy by such a small act of kindness. 

“no biggie!” you replied, and he darted his eyes away for a moment before turning back to you. “do you know how to use your gun?” he asked and you felt your face grow hot with slight embarrassment. 

“uh. i mean you just aim and pull the trigger right?” you asked honestly and he blinked a few times before shaking his head. “okay so you don’t.” and you squinted at him. “i could teach you. get you some extra bullets too.” he remedied the half joking comment with his offer and you perked up. 

“yeah? you would?” you asked excitedly and he nodded. “‘course. you just went from tolerated, to slightly more tolerated in my book. so i’m gonna help you not accidentally shoot yourself in the foot.” 

you didn’t like how you actually felt a twinge of sadness at his obvious joke about only tolerating you. he was kidding, but sometimes it was hard to tell because he had the same monotone, slightly annoyed at everything everyone has to say, kind of voice. 

and you were a sensitive person, and even the most harmless jokes could manage to sting you. 

“well jeez aren’t you sweet.” you complimented with sarcasm. joel threw on his flannel, ignoring your comment. you stepped aside while he made his way to the door. 

“you comin?” he looked at you, opening the door behind him, waiting for you to follow. you turned around to look behind you stupidly, then back to him. “what?” you asked confusedly and he fought the urge to roll his eyes and take back his offer. 

“we’re gonna start now.” he inclined his head out the door, motioning for you to come along. and who were you to decline doing anything with joel. 

—

joel was here. in your apartment. in your space, in your air. he was sitting on your bed, the place where you’d occasionally, frequently shove your fingers into places you just knew joel would be able to reach with no effort. 

he ran his fingers over the barrel of the gun, drumming against its ridges and for a moment you felt a bit envious over the literal inanimate object. 

“cmere,” he patted the space next to him, waiting for you to be seated so he could get started. 

with wobbly legs you made your way to him, smoothing over your jeans in an attempt to secretly wipe away your clammy palms. 

“show me how you hold it.” he placed it in your hands and it felt foreign to the touch. it was heavier than you expected it to be but you tried to conceal your inexperience by holding it the way you’ve seen others handle their firearms. 

you pointed it at the door, pretending that soldier was in front of you, finger on the trigger and hands at the bottom of it, supporting your grasp. 

he observed your hold, a low hmm coming from the back of his throat. “not terrible.” he adjusted your hands, your skin latching onto his heat, claiming it as yours as his body hovered around your side. 

“how’s that feel?” he asked and you cleared your throat, blinking a few times and avoiding his close stare. “it uh, it feels better.” you answered and he clicked his tongue, nodding curtly to himself. 

“alright. now, when you run out of bullets, the magazine at the bottom might drop out but if it doesn’t, you’re gonna take it out and reload, you wanna be fast if you’re in the middle of, well whatever situations got you needing to pull out a gun.” there was a slight cadence of a joke in his gun lesson 101, and it made a giddy feeling return to your tummy. 

he reached in his back pocket, pulling out what you assumed he meant by magazine. 

he explained the logistics of your newly owned weapon, trying to use terms you’d be able to follow along with, not unaware of how you were watching and listening intently, hanging on to every word he spoke. 

you were too damn obvious. 

—

you saw more of joel after that, bumping into him in places you usually didn’t see him, yet seemingly excited every time you met. 

his aloof stare slowly turned softer when it landed on you, maybe it never changed at all but to you it definitely felt different. 

he swore it was you that had been following him, an air of playfulness in his accusations of you stalking him, but really it was him. 

he unable to admit to himself that he  wandered around the areas he knew you were usually found in, wanting to scold you for having such an easy routine to follow but he kept it to himself. 

he watched you walk beside him, taking in the sights of the town, wondering how you could possibly appreciate the hellhole that surrounded you all. 

“so how’s the coffee? any good?” you asked, turning back to look at him, feeling a hushed breath pause in your throat once you saw he was already looking at you. 

a peek of a smile ghosted over his face. “it’s good. i, i appreciate that you did that. i hope you didn’t have to trade too much for it.” guilt resided in him at the thought of you having to give more than you had just for coffee beans. he felt he wasn’t worth all that effort. 

you shook your head, laughing lightly at the memory of the trade. “no no don’t worry, just a pair of socks. they were these brown wool socks that were so soft, so i’d say it was a pretty fair trade.” 

“i’ll be on the look out for a pair like that then.” he was already figuring out who he could trade with to get you another pair of socks. “no it’s okay you don’t have to it’s-“

“hey,” his voice felt rich, calling your attention back to him. your chest went tight. “yeah?” you whispered back. 

“shut up. i’m gettin’ the socks.” there was a backbone of sternness in his lighthearted promise.

you sucked on your bottom lip through a grin before you spoke again.

“i have a confession.” you exhaled, feigning dramatics and he tilted his head towards you, watching you with worried eyes. “yeah?” 

“i lied. i’ve never had coffee before.” you lowered your head with faux shame and he gasped, shaking his head with disapproval. he paused for a moment, then turned around. 

you caught up with him, holding onto his arm, feeling hot at the taut feeling of his limb, and how he didn’t push you off. he just peered down at you, keeping you there with him. “jeez i didn’t think you’d take such offense to that,” you breathed out through a chuckle. 

“inexcusable. you’re tryin it when we get home.” the twang in his accent was something so attractive, and it only had you feeling more and more willing to do whatever he wanted. you’d drink acid if he asked of it from you in that deep southern drawl. 

you two walked back to his place, shedding a layer out of many, holding onto it as you trailed in behind him. 

he glanced over at you, then your coat. “set it down somewhere, you can have a seat.” he pointed at the round table and you quietly thanked him, hanging your coat over the back of the chair before sliding it out and sitting in it. 

“i remember you have a sweet tooth. damn near talked my head off about trading for a bag of hard candies a few months ago, so i reckon you’d like it sweet.” he mostly talked to himself when he said that, fondly remembering the way you rattled on about how you were craving for caramel drops. 

“you remember that?” you were just about swooning, unable to hide it even when joel walked back over to you, two mugs in each hand of his. “how could i not? you never let me forget it.” he set the mug down in front of you, sipping at his as he leaned back into the chair in front of you. 

you picked it up, hugging the warmth of it with your palm. you took a light sip, your eye shutting, a low quiet moan leaving your lips from around the mug once the taste landed on your tongue. 

joel stirred in his seat at the sound, busying himself with drinking from his cup to avoid making any kind of facial expressions. 

“joel,” you crooned and he felt weak. “you like it?” he asked, his lips still curled over the rim of his mug. “it’s so good, i understand why you like it so much.” 

“well, i don’t make it as sweet as that, but yeah, coffees good. not a lot of people agree.” he shrugged and you set your mug down in front of you. “can i taste yours?” 

he slid it to you and you lifted it, tasting it and almost immediately wanting to spit it out. you quickly gave it back to him, sipping the sweeter coffee to cleanse your offended palette. 

“yeah, that tastes like shit, i don’t know how you drink that.” you smacked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, the burnt taste not quite leaving you just yet. 

he rolled his eyes, taking a loud obnoxious slurp. “my tastebuds are just mature.” 

“mature for what? shit? once you hit a certain age do just you grow accustomed to crappy tasting things?” you were dipping into a more casual way of speaking to joel, causing his gaze that rested on you to turn into a view of amusement. 

“rich comin’ from the kid who still eats like she’s 5.” he rested his arm against the back of his chair, and you expired, feeling a bit defensive of being called a child. 

“i’m not a kid.” you muttered and he chuckled. “alright.” he agreed in sentiments but not in actuality. 

breaking the comfortable silence that filled the room you and joel shared, a loud bang rang from against the door. joel slid from out his chair, hurriedly pacing towards the door. 

before he could even open it, you already knew it was one of fedra’s soldiers. things were starting to feel a little too lax, it was only a matter of time until they came knocking down doors again. 

your throat went dry, stomach cinching with anxiety once he stepped inside, the same soldier that had you saving up your rations week after week to be able to afford the pistol from joel. 

his eyes flickered between you and joel, scoffing to himself. “what’s this?” he asked you, ignoring joel who stood right in front of him. 

“nothing.” you answered, intimidation and fear already prickling at your skin and racing down your spine. 

joel stood in front of you, shielding you away from him, and slowly, the fear lifted itself itself away from you, but not fully. not while he’s still here. 

“aren’t there usually two of you who do these searches?” joel questioned, watching as the solider jabbed at various things of joel’s with the tip of his rifle. 

“partners out sick. so y’all get the pleasure of havin just me.” he flashed an ugly grin at you, bending to the side to see your uncomfortable face behind joel’s back. 

he walked around, haphazardly lifting and tossing things about. 

“oh?” he bent down, squatting by joel’s bed. “what’s this?” he waved around a baggy full of white powder. joel stiffened, his nostrils flaring in anger. 

“that’s not mine and you know it.” and surprisingly it actually wasn’t. 

joel had just sold the last of his pills to a sad sap unable to sleep without them, and that was a month ago. the asshole was planting drugs on him. 

“this is not only grounds for confiscation but imprisonment. tough spot you’re in miller.” joel exhaled angrily from a quiet ragged breath. 

“unless,” he came up to you, pushing past joel to cup your chin. “she wants to, convince me why i shouldn’t take you down for this contraband.” you flinched from his touch but it only made him hold on tighter. 

joel snatched his wrist away, stepping back in front of you. “you don’t have to involve her. what do you want? rations, half of my next haul? what?” he gritted and the solider just laughed. 

“you think i don’t have easy access to all that? i want something you can’t easily trade for.” he leaned to the side, waving at you. 

joel pushed him backward, triggering the response of a rifle being shoved in his face. joel didn’t so much as waver, grabbing the neck of the firearm, pointing it away from him while his foot came and rammed down onto the front of his shin, successfully knocking him down with a loud wail of pain. 

it happened so fast all you could do was sit and watch, frozen in place as joel lost himself on top of the solider, pounding and pounding and pounding his fists in relentlessly, not stopping despite the ache trickling over across his knuckles. 

you heard a sick squelch followed by cracking noises and you knew that should’ve made you fear joel. it should’ve made you run out the door and never look back. but it did the opposite. you never wanted to stay more. 

you watched with wide pupils as he rose up from the beaten and bloodied solider, breathing hard and loud, stumbling upward to a leant stance, staring at the lifeless solider on his wood floors. 

he wiped his nose with the clean, unbloodied slate of his forearm, before dropping it back to his side to lean forward and spit over the body. 

he turned back to you, scanning your face for any hurt, fear or disgust. 

but there was none. 

before you could say anything, he spoke aloud his thoughts. “i gotta get rid of the body.” 

“do you need help?” you extended a hand willing to assist and joel shook his head a hard no. “you saw enough, you don’t need to see more. i’ll be back.” 

you stood up, pressing a hand to his chest, looking at him with watery eyes. he wanted to wipe them away from you, but he couldn’t. not with the blood that was already starting to cake under his nails. 

“joel i want to help.” you admitted, soft voice trembling and joel leaned forward, his face close to yours. “you should probably go sweetheart, you don’t need to get wrapped up further in this.” his words traveled along the coast of a gentle but solid whisper. 

“i don’t want to go.” your voice barely carrying itself loud enough as a reply, eyes following joel’s actions of walking away from you to roll up the soldier in a thin fraying carpet. 

“you should.” is all he said, walking out the door with a body dragging behind him. 

—

you went against any logical thought process whatsoever and stayed. you decided you’d make yourself useful, feeling as though the events that continually replayed in your head felt like your fault. 

you sat on your knees, scrubbing at the blood that had already set in the floors. 

you scrubbed until it hurt, and you kept going despite the fact. you dunked the scrubber into the bucket of soapy water turned brown, squeezing the excess onto the floor before rubbing it in. 

the door clicked open and your head whipped towards it, heart leaping in your chest once you saw joel stumble in. 

“hi.” you breathed and he looked at you with surprise. he saw the work you busied yourself with, locking the door before making his way to you. “what’re you doin’?” he asked gently, yet again in shock at how unabashedly kind you were to him. 

“didn’t want the blood just sitting here on your floors. ‘least i could do since it’s my fault that all happened.” you sniffled, feeling guilty at what had transpired. though the guilt was there, a sense of gratitude was even larger. 

he did that, for you. 

he bent down to catch your watery gaze. “no, no that was not your fault. just got a little carried away. ‘don’t want you thinkin’ that you had anything to do with my choices, okay?” he leaned to the side, catching your eyes that were avoiding his. “okay?” he repeated, waiting for you to say it back to him. 

“okay.” you mouthed just below a whisper. he took the bucket and the scrubber, walking to the sink. you of course, trailed behind him. 

he lifted his sleeves, turning on the faucet to rinse off the dried blood on his hands. 

he picked at under his nails, scraping the blood off wherever he saw it. which was, every inch of his hands. 

his body faced back to you, his now cleaned hands picking up yours, seeing specks of blood and dirt splattered on your hands from cleaning his floor. 

he washed you clean, and all you could do was admire him. how gentle he was taking care of you. he rinsed your skin clear of blood, drying you up and letting your hands rest back to your sides. 

“i’m sorry you had to see that.” he apologized, feeling ashamed of how little he was in control of his anger in that moment. 

you shook your head, hands shakily resting on his chest. “no, i don’t want you to be sorry.” you murmured, eyes landing on his lips. you swallowed back any fears that held you back from showing your affections any longer. 

you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his. with a pleasant surprise, he kissed back, no hesitation in his actions. his hold fell to your waist, squeezing, pulling you into him. 

he took in your air, and you gave it to him, happily, willing to offer it in all its abundance. your hand rose to his cheek, palm resting over his beard. his thumb rested on your chin, rubbing it softly. 

he forced himself to pull away, his hands selfishly unable to remove themselves from your waist. “sweetheart this isn’t a good idea. you’re too young, and i’m not a good man. i think i just showed you that.” he tried to warn you, hushed and gently, with honest intentions of keeping you away from something you’d regret being involved with. 

but the only thing you’d regret is never being with him. 

“i’m not, and i don’t care what you do joel, i want you, all of you, want you so bad,” you all but whimpered, trying to press yourself against him more. 

he was a greedy man at heart, pulling you back up for a harder kiss. there was a hot hunger that was electric between you two, a burning ignition that pulled you two in, tying an in separable twine amidst your bodies. but neither of you ever had any intentions of undoing it anyways. 

he held the side of your cheek, the other traveling from your lower back to your ass, squeezing it hard, using his grip to pull you in closer, grinding up against you right there. 

you were so needy for him that it rattled your bones. a wet clicking noise elicited from your mouths, tongues brushing up together messily. your chin dribbling with saliva. 

you moaned in his mouth, feeling the hand that was on your cheek move to hold you by the back of your head, his tilting to kiss you deeper. 

he untangled your lips, keeping himself not even an inch away, just to share the breath between you two. your tongue flicked over his lips, biting down on the bottom one before lurching forward for him once more. 

he groaned in your mouth, lifting his hand to come down and spank your ass. you whined, back arching and crotch brushing up against his. 

you two stumbled towards his bed, your back falling into the mattress. he crawled on top of you, ridding himself of his boots and you of yours. 

his knee rested on one side of your hip, the other coming between your thighs. your chest rose up into his, your back lifting off the sheets and hands coming up to paw at his chest. 

without any reservations, you rubbed against his knee, struggling to kiss him back. “feel good little girl?” he sounded gruff, strained voice trying it’s best to not moan at the way your wet little cunt managed to create a wet spot on his knee. 

“so good joel,” you gaped, kissing his neck desperately. 

“shouldn’t be touchin’ you like this, sweet little thing like you gettin handled by someone like me,” he breathed through a series of heavy pants, his hands wandering all along your sides, your hips, your thighs. 

“don’t want anyone else but you.” you whimpered truthfully, holding his wrist and guiding his hand to your chest, right above your heart. you let it drift to the left, shuddering when he squeezed your breast. 

he kissed your pulse, teeth baring out against it. he rested his hand on your lower belly, rubbing the skin under your tank top. “can i touch you?” he whispered, his beard tickling the space just below your ear. 

you nodded, running your hands all along his strong back. “please,” you bucked your hips upward, begging with not only your words but your body. 

he exhaled out a quiet chuckle, fingers working to undo your jeans, tugging them down until they were forgotten on the floor. 

he dipped down beneath your underwear, his cock throbbing in his boxers at how wet you were. so soaked it was pathetic. he hadn’t let his hand drift down to the sweet place between those thighs of yours til then, and yet you were as wet as if he had his tongue pressed up against you. 

actually, that’s not a bad idea.

he circled around your clit, watching as you revealed in it, his fingers being thicker than yours, making the sensation all the more intense. 

“joel,” you repeated his name, voice wavering in breathy gasps, his fingers rolling the sensitive button of yours. he slipped a finger inside you, eyes peering up and watching as your back rose just a little, hips pressuring downward and further onto his finger, taking him all in. 

“so soft,” he murmured, lowering himself to press a kiss to your hip. he rolled his hips into the mattress, trying ease the pressure building up beneath his jeans. 

he was too turned on, this young pretty girl he’s had his eye on for a year was sprawled in his bed, soft and soaked cunt all ready and pliable just for him and him alone. 

he could die a happy man. 

his lips encircled your clit, tongue drawing around it while he pressed into a familiar spongy spot within you. 

you sucked in a sharp gasp, the sweet sound turning into a high pitched whine. “please,” you sobbed, hands flying down to keep his head in place. 

he fucked you with his fingers, curling right up against the spot that was making you dizzy, his tongue and lips working perfectly on your little clit. 

tears flowed down your face and on his pillow, your hand coming up to your mouth trying to lessen the volume of your cries. 

“j-joel, please i,” unable to formulate any sentences, you just gave up, giving in to your moans. 

the way you squeezed around his fingers, sucking him with greed and need, made him wonder how that’d feel around his cock when he’d get to finally shove it in you. 

he growled at the thought, sucking hard around your clit. you whimpered, pushing down onto his tongue more. 

“s’too much, i cant, i,” your head rolled around his pillow, his scent, his touch, his tongue suffocating you in the most heavenly way possible. 

you squirmed in his hold, unable to escape his grip, unable to escape the way his tongue pressed flat and hard up on your clit. his beard brushed up against your thighs, pulling a giggly moan from you. 

“perfect little pussy,” he grunted, kissing your clit before dragging his tongue slowly, up and down languidly. 

he rested his forearm over your lower tummy, pressing hard and feeling the corner of his lips perk at the way you gasped, shuddering loudly and trembling in his mouth at the action. 

“joel, i think i’m—ooh,” you spoke tearfully, poor little throat already getting hoarse from crying out his name. 

“feels good huh baby,” that little twang in his deep voice curled off his words just right. all you could do was whimper a shaky sogood joel s’good. 

his finger pressed up against that spot inside you, his tongue on your clit being the sweetest cherry on top of the tooth rotting sundae. 

you were cumming, hiccuping his name unashamedly. your plush thighs coming around to cage him in, to which he paid no mind to, if anything it excited him, his rough hands gripping your ass and pulling you deeper into his mouth. 

the wind up deep inside you finally released, flickering flashes of burning hot lights spread across your limbs, slowly fizzling out as you went limp in his bed. 

he didn’t let up however, his tongue grown addicted to the way your perfect clit felt on the wet muscle. 

you whimpered, struggling to push him away from your cunt. it was just too good and he hadn’t had enough yet. 

“joel n-no more s’too much,” you pleaded weakly, and he took slight pity, pressing one last kiss before rising back up to you. 

he pressed his fingers to your lips, groaning quietly with approval at the way you took them in with no verbal orders needed. 

you were so good for him, his sweet little girl. 

he pulled them out, resting on your plump bottom lip before moving it out the way to kiss you. you moaned deeply into his mouth, bringing your arms around him, hands traveling up to his hair. 

his salt and peppered hair felt soft, weaved through your gentle fingers. you lightly tugged on it, feeling mischief in your veins at the ministration. he growled, biting down on your lip and laughing as you yelped. 

he held your jaw, pressing hard kisses all along your face, speaking stilly, his inflection so deep, so masculine, so old and wise, had you hypnotized, his words that were reserved for your ears only, were something you’d cradle to yourself forever. 

“told myself i wouldn’t crack, i wouldn’t have you like this, you’re too young, you don’t know what you want, but fuck,” he dragged his fingers up your folds, chuckling to himself at the way you whimpered, curling into his touch immediately. 

“now that i got you, ‘fraid i can’t let you go sweetheart. i’m a selfish man at heart.” he admitted, kissing your jaw. you just about exploded in that moment. you had no idea he felt the same for you as you did him, and it was the most powerful, enlightening feeling you’ve ever felt. 

“i’m selfish too,” you whispered back, puckering your lips to kiss him. “didn’t let anyone else touch me but you. just wanted you,” you looked up at him from under your eyelashes, unaware to how that little admission made the precum collecting at his tip leak out even more. 

his grasp on your hip tightened, squeezing it as he buried his face in your neck. “fuck baby, gonna give this old man a heart attack sayin’ things like that.” 

your shaky hands went for his belt, tugging on it with need. “want you joel, please?” you begged, lips pressed to his ear. he didn’t need to be begged any more, he undid his belt with one hand, pulling it off his waist, letting it join the pile of your discarded jeans and boots. 

before he could take himself out, your hands found themselves under his flannel, desperate and anxious to see what he’s been concealing away from you. “off, please,” and he wanted to say no, feeling not as proud in his physique as he once was about 20 years ago. 

“nothin special to see baby,” he countered and you shook your head. “it’s you. it’s special to me.” you suspired airily, already feeling your tummy get tight at the thought of him hovering above you, shirtless. 

he took in a deep breath, letting you unbutton his flannel. 

you undid each button, trying your best to not rip them clean off despite your rushing efforts. you slid it off his body, exhaling in awe at the sight in front of you. 

you sucked on your bottom lip, hands traveling across his broad shoulders, fingers tracing his collarbones, dragging around the scarred areas from past wounds, admiring the few freckles on his chest that trail up to his shoulders. 

he watched you, never having felt so admired before. “enjoyin’ yourself baby?” he teased, his thumb rubbing over your chin. 

“mhm,” you nodded, not caring how it looked to be gawking at him. 

you could feel the muscle from the layer of life and age over his stomach, your eyes then falling to the bulge of his biceps, instantly growing obsessed, squeezing at the muscles. 

“you’re so beautiful joel.” you spoke with such true sincerity and he tittered quietly, shaking his head. “thank you baby,” 

your wandering hands finally fell to his jeans, undoing the button and zipper, eager to see what else he’d been keeping away from you. 

he let you, more than ready to feel your touch in the place he craved the most. he was tired of having to fuck his calloused fist, trying hard to pretend it was your cute hand touching him. 

you pulled him out, feeling your jaw go slack at the length of it all. “jesus joel,” you swallowed hard, steadily jerking him off, feeling slightly unsure if you’re doing it right. you were telling the truth, when you said you’d never let anyone touch you, too hopelessly in love with joel to even imagine allowing anyone to see you in the way he’s got you. 

he grunted, unintentionally bucking his hips into the tunnel of your hand. he was thick, heavy in your clutch, veins running along the side of it, his tip round and fat, almost red with droplets of precum leaking out. 

“gonna show you what those little boys could never give you,” he promised, and you believed him, gazing at the way he reluctantly pulled away from your hold, knowing if he let you stroke him any longer he’d cum all over your hand. 

he circled your clit with the head of his cock, shuddering a semblance of a breathy moan at the sensation. “gonna be a bit of a stretch baby, tell me if it’s too much okay? i’ll try to go slow.” he kissed his promises of gentleness into your temple. 

he inched in, hands around either side of your head, foreheads pushed together while your mouth fell open, sucking in all the air in the room. the stretch was very unfamiliar, but not unwelcomed.

you held onto his shoulders for support, grasping onto them tightly, pretty plump trembling lips crying out moans that would replay in joel’s head on lonely nights. you felt fuller than you ever have before joel was even fully inside you. 

he was nudging up against spots in you that you had no idea could feel so good, and if he angled his hips any higher, the fat head of his cock would be kissing your cervix. 

“can barely fit myself in ya’ baby,” he groaned, head falling from your forehead to bury itself in your neck, kissing your hot skin to try to calm him down before he lost control and rammed himself inside you. 

your calves rested on his hips, whimpering while trying to lift yourself up in an attempt to get him to push himself further in. 

“more joel, please?” your pleas were accompanied by sponged kisses just below his ear. “gonna take it all for me baby?” he questioned you, inching in just that much deeper, and you shut your eyes, nails already beginning to crescent themselves in his back. “mhm, gonna take it all,” you swore, more than eager to have him fully within you, as close as could be. 

he jutted his hips in, knocking the wind out of you. you bit down on his shoulder, whining a drool filled mess with the way he started to fuck you, rough hardened hands molding softly around the curves of your waist. 

he was bathing in the way your little cunt took him in, squeezing around him so good just like he knew you would. he took his time, rocking into you in and out, holding your shaking body close to him. 

you could feel every ridge and vein in you, hooked onto the way he filled you up, stretching you beyond belief, making you bounce upward with every movement. 

his hands slid down over the smooth skin of your thighs, widening them further open before pushing them up, growing impatient, achingly hungry to be deeper in you. you struggled for air at his fast actions, eyes immediately rolling back at the way he began to fuck into you. 

“can’t help myself, m’sorry baby, pussy’s too good, shit,” a gruff sigh of relief leaving his mouth at the way you took him in. you didn’t care, you were thrilled to take whatever he gave you, and however hard he saw fit. 

“feels s’good, feel so full,” you cried, translucent tears free falling, the aggressive pistons of his hips causing your swollen clit to ache, begging to be touched. 

“feel me right here huh baby?” he rubbed over the bulge in your tummy and you squealed, wriggling away from the overwhelming stimulation. “ha,” you strung out, arching up into him. 

“yeah, you do,” he taunted breathlessly, loving how you were a wreck beneath him. “in so deep joel,” you mumbled against his shoulder and he kissed your hair, nodding knowingly. “i know babygirl but you’re takin me so well,” he praised, feeling so proud of his sweet girl taking his cock like a pro. 

“never gonna let anyone see you like this?” he pressed deep there, corners of his lips curling when you weep, squeezing at his biceps. “never gonna let anyone have you like this?” you shook your head, sobbing a string of no joel no, never, just you.

“perfect, tight fuckin’ cunt is all for me, aint sharin’ with no one,” he held you by the back of your thighs even further, stressing how serious he was, set on fucking himself into your soaked hole until there was a permanent shape of him within you. a shape no man could ever fit into. 

sobs of uncontrollable pleasure were the only thing you could feel in your veins, pumping your blood full of dopamine. his balls tightened, hitting the fullness of your ass, and he let himself grow sporadic, let himself take you. his fingers found your desperate clit, chuckling to himself when you croon tearfully, thanking him pathetically for touching you. 

“can i cum, please?” your requests only made him twitch inside you, his sweet girl was so polite. “go ahead baby, let it out,” he leaned down to kiss you, swallowing up your moans and cries. 

your body jerked under him, the tight vice of your cunt gripping onto him while he rubbed over your clit, pulling out the second wave of an orgasm from you. 

you broke apart from his lips, still just a breadth of a gasp away from them, brushing up against the ghost of a kiss as you pressed your forehead to his, sobbing his name while your body trembled from how hard you were cumming.  

“shit,” he slammed a hand against the wall above your head, shoving himself impossibly further in you, your legs shaking on either side of him. “good fuckin’ girl, squeezing me so goddamn good,” he fucked you through your orgasm, kneading over your breasts, groping at them and pinching at your pebbling nipples. 

you fell limp, letting yourself drown in the unraveling lengths of your climax. 

“gonna cum baby, where d’you want it?” he asked, feeling his lower stomach start to tighten up. “inside, wanna feel all of you,” you whined, kissing all along his shoulder and collarbones, messy and ravenous. 

his face fell to the crook of your neck, biting down on your soft flesh when he came, impaling you once, twice, ending it with one last hard thrust as he came in you, pumping you full of his cum. 

he didn't feel himself soften inside you, but with each of the passing minutes he decided he’d better pull out then or else he’d never leave. you winced from the removal, arms coming around to hold him with a clinginess.

he collapsed on top of you, and you sighed contently, the full weight of him resting on you could’ve honestly sent you into the deepest nap you’d ever have.  

you felt his cock, still hardened on your thigh. with sleepy eyes you looked up at him, lips on his stubbly jaw when you spoke. "you're still hard," you murmured. his fingers drew up and down your spine, and you shivered, arching yourself into him.

"that's okay, it'll go down soon." his throat got tight when he felt you wrap your hand around him once more. "we don't...have to ignore it." you trailed off, bitten lips pressing delicate kisses laced with ulterior motives into his tanned skin.

you wanted joel to use you as many times as he wanted to, a new compulsion flowing rampantly in your veins. now that you had finally gotten a taste of joel, you wanted to gorge yourself on him.

"you sure you can take it?" he asked through a hushed breath of arousal. you nodded, kissing at his lips with need.

he didn't need to be told twice, he repositioned you, letting you fall back onto his pillow with him hovering above you. he rolled you onto your stomach, holding you by your hip to lift you just enough for him to shove his flannel right against your cunt.

his rough palms encased your ass, groping at the thick flesh. he dipped down, spreading your ass and watching as his cum poured out of you. he groaned quietly to himself. you whimpered, turning to look over your shoulder as joel pushed his fingers inside, shoving his cum back into you. your chin dropped, face falling back into his pillow when he pumped his fingers inside you, chuckling darkly to himself at the way your ass squirmed against him.

every little swivel your hips made was met with friction from his flannel on your clit. the hem of it just so happened to be pressed right there. he slapped his cock over on your ass, exhaling loudly at the way it jiggled from his actions.

he aligned himself once more with your little hole, pushing himself in with ease due to the slick left from a mixture of his cum and yours. you whined, hands flying backward, desperate for any solace from his hands in yours. he held your wrists at the small of your back with one hand, the other supporting his weight to lean forward when he pushed himself all the way inside you. you cried out, his name falling out of your mouth like a mantra, your legs trembling beneath him.

he was in you so much deeper this way, stretching you out more than you thought he already could. his hips snapped up against your  ass, fully within you and hitting every single tingly spot inside you along the way.

you were already out of breath, your lungs and brain vacant of anything except for him, for joel. "feel you in my tummy," you hiccuped, tilting your head to look at him through teary eyes. he breathed out a lazy, cocky laugh, moving forward to kiss your forehead, unintentionally shoving his cock in even deeper, feeling a sense of pride at the way you gasped and whimpered at the deep intrusion.

"i know huh baby?" he chuckled in your ear, and you shivered, feeling your face grow warm from how flustered he made you feel. he was so dirty, any filters he once had were gone, the tight grip your cunt had on his cock made him downright ruthless.

he pressed his hands at your lower back, letting yours fall free to cling onto his sheets. he held you down that way, fucking into you with a newfound source of energy, his grey hairs falling over his forehead, sweat glistening over the ripples of muscles along his biceps and abdomen, his whole being going into pounding himself into you.

he wanted you to be so full of him that everyone would know it just by looking at you. the possessiveness he tried to suppress for so long had come out, and he wasn't sure if he could go back to hiding it again. but that wasn't on his mind, not when you were clenching around him, sobbing his name loud enough for everyone outside to hear.

his grunting fell to your ears, it was near pornographic, including the way you bounced with each and every thrust of his, just watching it made his chest get tight.

he needed you closer.

he pulled you back up from under your arms, keeping you flush against his chest while he continued fucking you. you were growing limp, body worn out from the rigor he put you through. but he held onto you, keeping you in his arms. his arm went under your tits, a sneaky hand coming up and groping at one, pinching at the nipple.

he buried his face in your neck, filling your ear with the low growl of his groans. "such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this, but i think you like it, and you know what else?," he drew in a heavy breath, "i think you like being fucked like a little ragdoll," you couldn't answer, he was right, but you could hardly focus on any words, his cock rendering you a teary eyed moaning mess.

"can't even respond when spoken to," he slowed the roll of his hips, hitting you in deep and slow, letting you hear him instead of the loud wet rhythm of your cunt being fucked into. "that's okay, i'll still take care of you," he chuckled, returning back to his rough pace.

"so good, make me feel so good joel," you managed to finally cry out in a series of strewn moans. his fingers trailed themselves down to your clit, rubbing in tight little circles. " i know baby, cum for me, show me how good i make you feel."

you wriggled around in his hold, your third orgasm of the night was thick in heft, a heavy wave of intense stimulation clearing your vision and leaving a white glittering hue instead. you felt joel everywhere, from the way he was buried in your cunt, to the way his hips were clasped over the curve of your ass, fitting into you like a puzzle piece.

the fervent circles being drawn over your clit was the thing that pushed you over, your head falling backward onto his shoulder, his turn to be serenaded by a string of your pretty moans. "good babygirl, did so good for me." he cooed in your ear, pressing a kiss behind it. "thank you," you meekly replied in a breathless voice.

you were the weakest you've ever felt, your poor spent body still being held upright as joel chased down his own orgasm. "gonna let me cum in you again baby? want more of it?" he panted in your ears. "please, want it joel, please,"

he gripped onto your hips, feeling his own stutter, before he pushed in deeply, stilling inside as he came in thick ropes. he finally softened, slowly pulling out of you. you winced again at the loss, feeling suddenly cold and empty. you collapsed on his bed, reaching out for him.

he laid beside you, pulling your leg up and over his waist, running a hand up the expanse of your thigh. your eyes fell shut tiredly, enjoying the comfortable sound of the two of you trying to catch your breaths.

a part of you was worried he was going to break the silence, afraid he'd call the whole thing a mistake, and lecture you on how he isn't the type of man who does relationships. you knew all of that, you just hoped he wouldn't say it and just let you soak in the moment.

almost nervously, his hand came to dance across your cheekbone softly, wanting to memorize the way your skin felt to his. "do you regret that?" he murmured and you opened your eyes, shocked at the question.

you leaned into his hand, curling your own over his. "no, never joel, why would you ask that?"

he sighed, scooting closer to you. "I'm not a good man, sweetheart, i'm giving you a chance to leave." he spoke above an octave of silence. you frowned, shaking your head. "i don't care about anything that you've done in the past or what you'll do in the future. i just...want to be here, with you, in any way you'll let me." you admitted, wishing you could say the one thing you've been harboring for a year, but you knew you needed to keep that to yourself just a little longer.

"if i had a bigger conscious i wouldn't let you," his hands pulled you into the hold of his arm that came over your waist. "lucky for me then that you're not the good man you claim to be." you whispered, the scent of coffee on your breath enveloping his senses, and in that moment, he had a realization.

he thought about how nice, how domestic it would be to wake up and share a cup of coffee with you every morning, before you had to face the day, at least you could share a moment of peace together.

"yeah," a trace of a smile grew over his lips. "you're right. i'm not." he rolled on top of you, cupping your cheeks in his large palms. "you're makin' an unwise choice little girl," a quiet rumble rested on your lips.

your arms came around his shoulders and you sighed a half laugh. "i know. i don't care."

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Prompt: Snow angels

Summary: You drag Izzy out to do snow angels at your new house for your first Christmas in Layfayette together.

“It’s freezing outside, y/n, cmon let’s stay in.” Izzy groaned.

“Please Izzy. You know I’ve never had a Christmas with snow before. Come make snow angels with me. Are you going to make me do it by myself?” You retorted.

It may have been heavy handed but it was true: you’d never spent the holidays around snow before. A California girl through and through, you had barely even seen snow in your lifetime, save for the times you were on tour with Izzy in cold climate cities but you were never there during the holidays.

But this Christmas was different. Izzy was sober for a couple years now and with that he decided a move back to his hometown was what he wanted after years hustling and making it in L.A. After months of flying back and forth from Lafayette to Los Angeles, you both finally agreed on the perfect house to set roots.

You’ve only been in the house for three months but it seemed like the pair of you had been there forever and you were getting to experience your first Midwest Christmas. Like a little kid experiencing their first snow, you were excited to get out there with your best friend and the love of your life tagging along with you.

“Wouldn’t you rather be cozy in this chair with me?” Izzy inquired with a cheeky smile as he grabbed you by the hand and pulled you on top of him on the plaid loveseat.

He kissed your neck all over, slowly, reveling in you.

Getting caught up in the heat of the moment you breathily said, “What if the snow doesn’t last long and we miss it?”

With that very California question, Izzy tilted his head back, “ Sugar, it’s Indiana. You’ll be sick of the snow by January 1st.”

You nodded your head in understanding but Izzy saw the disappointment on your face even though you tried your best to hide it.

“Tell you what, let’s go outside. But when we get back in, we get to do what I want.” Izzy grinned

You perked up at this and kissed his warm lips that would soon be ice cold, “Deal!” You said as you sprung off him and ran to put on your new winter coat and boots that Izzy, a lifelong midwesterner, bought for you and ran out the front door with Izzy trailing behind you.

You automatically plopped down in the white, pristine powder, making snow angels.

Izzy, now standing over you, was laughing to himself at this sight of a grown woman making snow angels.

"C'mon grinch, get down here with me."

"I'm fine watching you." he returned

"You're too cool to make snow angels with me, Iz?" you teased

"Yep" he nodded

You playfully gasped, "Fine, I guess you have this coming to you then."

As he faced the streets surrounding the pair of you, looking at the treetops covered in snow, he played along as he answered, "What do I have- "

But before he could finish his sentence a snowball hit him square in the nose, taking him by surprise.

Looking down he saw you smiling mischievously.

"Oh, you're gonna get it now." he warned as he wiped the snow off his nose.

He then picked you up off the ground and slung you over his shoulder and gave you a playful spank as he walked you back into the house.

Laughing, you exclaimed, "Izzy, put me down!"

Entering the house, Izzy sat you down on the counter and positioned himself between your legs as he took off your coat and threw it to the side.

"Now, we're doing what I want to do" he said with a gleam in his eye and an impish smile.

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