#izzy stradlin fic

[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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[psych0-str1ngs]

Virginity- 2012!Izzy Stradlin x reader

authors note: @jakelinestradlin hope this is good!!! Also I'm not completely sure what year this picture is from, but I'm almost 90 percent sure you wanted a some-what modern izzy fic so.... yeah

Warnings: P in V, oral, fingering, use of curse words.

You were sat on the side stage, your eyes glued to your boyfriend of 2 years playing his guitar roughly. You were turned on to say the least, it made you slightly insecure, because you weren't particularly the type to be sexually active, you were in fact a virgin. As a youngling, your mother told you bunches of horror stories about girls losing their virginity, and it set an idea in your brain that it was horrific to lose it. What also made you insecure was the fact that you've been with Izzy for 2 years now, and the farthest you've gone is oral. He constantly tells you that he doesn't mind, and that he wants you to feel comfortable and ready.

Tonight was the night. You were going let Izzy take your virginity. You waited patiently for the next few years, excited to get to your hotel room. Thankfully, you were already on the tour bus, making your way to the hotel room. You hopped the steps quickly, making your way to the hotel room.

"Babe wait," He chuckled, trying to catch up. "Why're you walking so fast"

"I need you Izz," you looked into his brown eyes, slightly nervous, and very, very horny.

"You mean like," He looked down at you inquisitively.

You nodded, he grabbed your hand and started walking towards the hotel lobby doors, not saying another word. You were scared, but you really really loved Izzy, and you knew that he was for sure the one you wanted. Plus, he is a rockstar, so he knows what he's doing.

Izzy gave his name, and in turn, the lady handed him the room key. You hadn't even noticed he was carrying your shared duffle bag. He grabbed your hand once again softly, and you both made your way to the hotel room. As soon as that door shut, you turned to Izzy, standing nervously, and kind of awkwardly. He walked up to you, and put his hands on your arms.

"Is this what you want?" He asked genuinely. "You absolutely do not need to feel pressured to have sex with me, at all"

"I know baby," You smiled up at him. "I want to, I know you'll be gentle and all. I love you Izz, I want you to be the one"

He smiled lightly before leaning down and kissing you. His calloused hands ran down to your waist, gripping you close. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, you parted your mouth. Your hands quickly found his hair, tugging it lightly. He grabbed your ass, kneading it gently, you let out a soft whimper.

Izzy pushed you back a bit, making you fall into the bed, he climbed in between your legs, his hands kneading your breasts. He unbuttoned your black shirt, kissing your neck and collar bone. Izzy's hands snaked behind your back, unclasping your bra and sliding it down your arms. His mouth quickly found your nipples, sucking on the right one, while his hand twisted the left.

You moaned quietly, your back arching into him. His kissed down your stomach, stopping at the hem of your pants, he looked up at you for permission. You nodded, lifting your hips so Izzy could slide them off. It didn't take long before his tongue was playing with your bud. You moaned, your hand entangled in his fluffy short hair. He chuckled, the vibrations making you moan louder. His middle finger prodded your entrance, before sliding in completely, you gasped. He continued to eat you out for a few moments before stopping, and coming up to look you in the eyes.

"Are you absolutely sure you want this?" He looked at you genuinely. "I don't want to hurt you, or make you feel forced.

"I promise babe," You smiled at him. "I want it to happen"

He nodded and reached for his wallet, pulling out the black little packet. Izzy opened it and pulled his pants down, your eyes immediately looking at his length, even with his age, it was still huge. He sat in between your legs, pulling them apart gently. His eyes looked into yours, asking one last time for permission. You nodded and he leaned down to kiss you, before sliding in slowly. You gasped a bit, you weren't going to lie, it hurt just a bit. He immediately looked at your face, his rough hand coming up to caress your face softly.

"You're doing good love," He whispered.

"Y-you can move now," You said.

He moved his hips slowly, careful not to completely thrust all the way. After a few minutes, you needed more. You were ready for it. Izzy kissed your nose, smiling at you lightly. His arms rested on either side of your body.

"Faster please," You said quietly.

"Hm?" Izzy hummed.

"Faster?" You asked again louder.

Izzy sped up just a bit, still treating you like glass. His right hand went to move your hair out of your face, your eyes were screwed shut, your mouth hung ajar slightly.

"You look hot like this," He chuckled.

You blushed, and leaned your head to the side. His hand moved it back to where it was. You smiled.

"Your doing so so good for me love," He mumbled. "You feel so good"

"Thank you," You giggled, before letting out a small moan. Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth, embarrassed. He grabbed your hand and placed it next to you. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. Your legs started to shake, you moaned, your stomach began to tighten, and with that, you came. Izzy looked at you lovingly and pulled out.

"Did you... you know?" You looked at him, as he was pulling his boxers back on after discarding the condom.

"No, but it's okay," He smiled at you, before grabbing one of his shirts, and pair of your underwear from the duffel bag throwing it at you.

"Are you sure?" You looked at him, before getting up and sliding the clothes on.

"My worry wasn't on me," He said laying down under the covers. "My focus was on making you feel good"

"Well, you definitely did," You blushed deeply before getting into bed. "Y'know, you still got it for an old man"

You giggled, when he looked at you with an unimpressed look on his face.

"Just you wait till your my age," He laughed and pulled you closer to him.

THE END

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[gnrbitch]

Summer Break Pt.1

Summary: Duffs little sister, Y/n, is sent to go spend her summer break in LA

Warnings: profanity, smoking, ehhh idk what else

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1986

“Look you guys shouldn’t come, you’ll meet her after I pick her up” Duff told the guys, who were all standing in front of his girlfriends car (except for izzy, he was standing next to Duff smoking a cigarette), demanding that he let them join him on going to pick up his sister.

“Dude no! we’ll be cool I promise” Slash said, he was excited to meet baby McKagan, hearing she was a little punk chick.

“We’re not moving, let us go with you” Axl said crossing his arms.

“Fuck, fine! just get in the car” Duff said as he started to walk over on the drivers side.

“You coming Iz?” he asked looking around being unable to see him, “Yea” Izzy said, already in the car.

“I wanted to sit there!” Steven whined, pointing to where Izzy was sitting, “To bad, go to the back” Iz said, rolling his eyes.

So off they were, Duff driving, Axl and Izzy in the back, and Slash and Steven in the back back, leaving the passenger seat empty.

“So Duff, are you excited to see her?” Axl asked looking at him from the rearview mirror, watching him tap his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Honestly” he sighed “I’m fucken scared” he said giving them a quick glance from the mirror.

“What! Why?” Steven asked

“The last time I saw her she was 13, now she’s freshly 18, i don’t know how much she’s changed” “Plus I basically abandoned her, I was her only friend… our parents have always been a bit too hard on her.”

“Can’t be that bad” Iz shrugged

“No I get it Duff, teenage girls are fucken terrifying” Axl said, thinking about his own sister back home.

“huh” Slash said “Maybe we shouldn’t have came”

Duff just rolled his eyes.

****

“Do you see her?” Steven asked looking from the back window, along with practically everyone in the car.

“No” Duff said looking around nervously, he wishes he could get out of the car, but this is the pick up only part of the station.

“Wait who’s that?” Izzy pointing at a girl, who was walking over to them in a Ramones tee, white waffle shirt under, and a pair of baggy jeans.

“Is that her?” Duff asked, panicked as she got closer

“Dude i don’t know she’s not my sister” Izzy said

“Duff” Y/n said standing at the window of her brothers car

“Y/n?”

“Who else would it be, let me in the car” She said fixing the duffel bag that was on her shoulder.

“Shit yea, sorry” He said unlocking the car door.

Y/n sighed as she sat in the car, rubbing her eyes “Long time no see huh Duff” She said, looking at him.

Duff took a moment to look at how much his little sister had changed, she didn’t have the same baby face she had when he left, her hair was cut way differently, her face slightly sunken in, she’s a… woman? He thought to himself.

“this is awkward” Y/n said as she looking behind her, feeling too many eyes on her.

Y/n flinched as she saw four men sitting in the back, “Jesus fuck you guys scared me” she said

“Duff man you weren’t lying when you said she didn’t look like you” Y/n saw the ginger say

“Yea” Duff said as he finally started to drive, “That’s Axl” he said looking at his sister

“I’m Steven!” Y/n saw a blonde guys pop up, flashing her a smile.

“This is Slash” The blonde, Steven said pointing to Slash, “Hi” he said, she nodded her head at him

Looking at the dark haired man sitting right behind her, he simply just said “Izzy”

Y/n liked Izzy, he seemed like the coolest one

“Okay cool” she said “I’m Y/n”

Sitting in silence Y/n turned on the radio, hearing Motley Crue come on, she immediately turned it off.

“You don’t like the Crue?” Duff furrowed his eye brows, “No” she responded “They’re annoying” she said looking out her window.

“My girlfriend has some Cds, do you wanna look through those?” he said pointing at the glove compartment infront of her.

Y/n opened it, looking at a Bon Jovi cd, a Van Halen Cd, rolling her eyes at the Motley Crue Cd, and finally a Blondie Cd.

“You like Blondie right Y/nn?” Duff said turning his head to his sister

“Yea they’re cool” she said putting in Van Halen’s self titled album in the radio.

The boys in the back looked at each other, this was awkward, and they probably made it even worse by coming, so they stood quiet.

Duff lowered the volume of the radio, clearing his throat.

“So mom tells me you’ve been having issues back home” he said glancing at his sister, afraid of her reaction.

“i’m not having any issues” she furrowed her eyebrows, confused on what he was talking about

“Not issues-” he started, not sure if he should be even talking to her about this in front of his friends, “But she tells me you don’t really have any friends” he said gripping the wheel.

“I do have friends Duff, I just don’t bring them around mom” she said turning to look out the window.

“Why not?” he asked “Cause she’ll think they’re a bad influence” she said, wanting to end this embarrassing conversation

“Well are they?” he asked “No they’re cool, I think you’d like them”

“Right we’ll she also sa-” Duff started

“No” Y/n said rolling her eyes “No?” Duff furrowed his eye brows “Yea no, whatever moms telling you is a lie” she said

“So you aren’t leaving and coming back home days later”

This made her smile, “Okay that is true, but i’m not doing anything bad”

“So then what are you doing”

“Nothing, I just like to be around them”

“What? Why?” Duff said to his sister

“They’re cool” she shrugged her shoulders

“Am I cool?” Duff said looking at her

“Sure” she said cooly

Duff sighed, eager to change the topic “Okay well what do your friends do?”

“They’re all in different bands” She said, thinking about her friends back home.

“That’s cool, punk?” he asked

“Kinda? I don’t know but it’s really good, when you come to Seattle i’ll take you to go see them”

“Yea that’d be nice” He said smiling at his sister.

Silence filled the car once again, looking out the window, Y/n asked “Are we almost there?”

“Yea we’re pretty close” he said as they drove through downtown LA

Stopping at a red light, Y/n heard commotion coming from outside the car, a woman with a poster walked to the car, yelling “Don’t let these boys fool you! they’re bad people! You’re too young!”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and watched the lady get smaller and smaller as they drove away.

Turning to look at Duff with confused wide eyes, she also turned back to look at the four boys, silently turning back around after they were already looking at her.

“Don’t worry about that Y/n, nothings gonna happen.” He said looking at his sister

“Okay” she silently said.

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Hope you guys liked this chapter!!! I’m thinking about making this a multiple chapter fic, so i’ll be uploading the most I can! Also gonna be introducing other people in this, so stay tuned for that ;).

Also sorry for the Motley Crue hate 😕 I actually like them but i feel like this goes with Y/n okay!!😭😭🙏🙏

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[gnrlove1987]

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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[petals-and-bullets]

Mr Jewel

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Word Count: 1441

Info: Mr Jewel was like the Boogeyman – the story parents would tell their kids when they were misbehaving to convince them to stop acting up. Only this time, Mr Jewel was the story the cops would tell the criminals – or rather, what the employees would tell the businessmen so they’d start paying them decently, or something. And one fateful night, you were forced to meet the Boogeyman.

It was always raining in the city. It wasn’t exactly the nicest experience, but it mattered little to the pair of men stood in the alleyway, the only light being the lit ends of their cigarettes whenever they took a drag, sheltered under the safety of a hanging awning from the store beside them.

After a few moments, one of the men reached into his pocket and with little reaction shot his partner, watching his body crumble and collapse to the floor before he lazily flicked away the remains of his cigarettes and stuffed his pistol back into the pocket of his coat and hunched his shoulders to his ears before he adjusted his cap and walked into the night, vanishing into the shadows with little noise.

It wouldn’t be until the next morning, when the sun’s rays began to lick the pavement, that the body of one of the most influential businessmen of the city would be found.

You hated the nightshift. It was pretty much almost always cold, it was almost certainly raining, and you didn’t want to talk about the subtle rise in murder-robberies that had begun to loom over the city like a thick fog. And you refused to believe the rumours of the mysterious Mr Jewel, who had suddenly gained infamy despite being a mere story. He was like the Boogeyman – the story parents would tell their kids when they were misbehaving to convince them to stop acting up. Only this time, Mr Jewel was the story the cops would tell the criminals – or rather, what the employees would tell the businessmen so they’d start paying them decently, or something.

“See you soon, Bob,” you called out as you grabbed your coat from the shitty hook that looked like if anything heavier than the light jacket you wore would be put on it, it would fall off the wall, and probably bring the rest of the wall down with it. Bob’s Diner wasn’t the cleanest – or most maintained diner in the city – but it paid a decent wage and Bob, the overweight owner and self-proclaimed master chef, made sure you and the others under his employ were kept safe and out of bother. The man didn’t take anything for an excuse if there was trouble, and there was a long list of names who had been banned from even showing their face in the diner because they’d made one of the waiters or waitresses uncomfortable.

You smiled at the grunted goodbye before you stepped out into the cool wind, wrapping your jacket further around yourself as you began your trek down the road. A few lone cars drove past, but you didn’t pay any heed to them. Everyone had places to be or things to do, just like yourself, and yet there was something that made you slow your pace as you walked past the alley, squinting into the dark curiously. After a moment, you dared to take a few steps into the darkness, your ears taking note of every noise that echoed in between the buildings that surrounded you, though you froze at the sound of low voices. Daring to glance back at the entrance to the alley, you eventually swallowed and continued your advance forward, only to stumble a little and stop when you realised just what you had walked into.

In front of you, their faces illuminated by the lit ends of their cigarettes, were two men. One of them, his eyes glinting in the shadows as he turned to face you, raised one hand, the bracelets hanging off his wrist jangling and shining in the dim lights that barely allowed you to see the features of his face. Your gaze trailed from his dark eyes and down to his hand, where you froze with the realisation that he was aiming a gun at you. Your mouth opened and closed wordlessly like a fish, as you tried to find the words to say something, anything to him.

Without blinking, he turned and fired his gun at his companion, and you couldn’t help but shriek as ethe other man’s body crumpled and he collapsed. When you realised the other man had turned his gaze back to you, you immediately jumped back and stumbled over your own feet as you tried to think of something, anything, to say to him, if anything to save your own life. Eventually, your back hit the wall and you unconsciously looked towards the man, stifling a whimper as he stalked towards you. Gloved fingers took a hold of your chin and guided you to look at him, and your eyes widened as you realised that the stories you had heard weren’t just fake stories – they were real.

Mr Jewel was real, and he was stood right in front of you.

“Hello, darling,” he muttered, his voice surprisingly soft, before he guided you to turn your head this way and that. He quirked a brow, his lips curling into a soft smirk as he continued to investigate your face – the way your eyes widened, the way your lower lip trembled, either from fear or from the cold, he didn’t care to guess which was the answer.

“What do you want?” You shot back, your breath condensing into a puff of air that floated between you, dissipating between you before he leaned in, his own breath warming your cheeks and the bridge of your nose. The scent of cigarette smoke and coffee filled your nose, and you scrunched it slightly as your brain scrambled to remember where you had smelled it before; where you had seen that jawline for. His sunglasses, despite it being dark, hid his eyes from you, and your eyes widened in realisation when his hand rose to push them down the bridge of the distinct nose, his lips curling into a smile you knew far too well.

“Izzy?” You forced out, your eyes widening in horror as you realised that your boyfriend – the man who had previously held you close and stroked your hair and comforted you after you had a nightmare about Mr Jewel – was Mr Jewel himself. Your stomach twisted, forming tight knots as you struggled to maintain your calm as he tilted his head in acknowledgement, his hand sliding down your arm to firmly grasp your hand in his.

“The one and the same. Now, we should really be off,” he muttered, before he pulled you out of the alley and into the cold night, his steps brisk and his eyes alert, like a cat on the prowl for another creature that might impose upon its territory. Too stunned to say anything, you stumbled alongside him until he reached the low seated body of his car, opening the door for you.

“Ever the gentleman,” you muttered, before you clambered in at the warning glance he gave you. After another glance around, he walked to the driver’s side and slid in, before he calmly started the car and drove down the poorly lighted streets, one hand expertly retrieving a cigarette from his pocket before he lit it with his lighter. You watched him from your spot in the front seat, hugging your knees as you considered your next steps, before you opened your mouth.

“You know, what? No. What the fuck, Izzy?”

The only response you really got was a quirked brow, before he sighed and glanced at you, dark eyes peering over the rim of his sunglasses. That bloody look made you grit your teeth, and you crossed your arms and slumped back into your seat with a huff.

“And now you’re acting like a petulant child?” He questioned eventually, before he sighed and pulled over, before he turned to face you, resting an elbow on the steering wheel.

“I’m not acting like anything. I just want an answer on what the fuck is going on. I mean, you’re- You…” You trailed off as you finally looked at him, your anger dissipating as you regarded the man before you, licking your bottom lip.

“Well, you’re smart. You can put two and two together; you figured out who I am.”

“I’m very well aware of that. But I want to know why. Or how.”

“How?”

“Yes, how. How the hell you hid,” you motioned to him, “this from me.”

He sighed and leaned back in his seat, taking another deep drag of his cigarette in thought as he processed what would be the best answer to provide – if anything, to satiate your curiosity, but keep you in the dark to protect you.

“And I want the truth, Iz.”

“Well, darling. You’d best get comfortable, then.”

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[vaginalsauce]

Short lived

Warnings

Unprotected p in v, oral fem and male receiving, spanking, drooling, pet names, mentions of cigarettes, mentions of alcohol and drinking, hair pulling, jealous slash, cum eating, flirty Izzy, degradation, dirty talk, slapping, really fucking rough, slight cnc?, Biting, choking, dacryphilia, lil bit of fluffy angst at the end idk

A/N

I kinda got carried away I am so sorry 🪨💨

Word count

2.5k

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Walking from the kitchen with armfuls of beers, you set all of them down on the coffee table with a huff. You plopped right down in-between Izzy and Slash, craning your head back, bored of Steven and Duff messing around with cameras, and Axl yelling about pointless things that weren't relevant to anything.

You couldn't help but turn your head as Izzy moved to pull out a cigarette from the pack on the table. He placed it between his lips, and was quick to light it. He took a long drag before turning to meet your eyes, letting out a chuckle.

This caused Slash to turn his head towards the two of you, eyeing Izzy carefully.

"You want one, or are you just gonna keep staring, honey?" It caught you off guard but you only shrugged. Izzy pulled the cigarette from his pretty lips, placing it between yours gently.

Before you could even inhale, Slash wrapped his arm around your shoulders and took the cigarette from your mouth, putting it out on his own jeans. He stood, and without a word, left the room, slamming the door to Axl's bedroom.

It was no secret that you and Slash had feelings for each other, especially with Axl's big mouth around. But ever since you and Izzy had been getting closer, becoming better friends, Slash had become more distant, pissier towards you.

You sighed, letting your head fall into your hand as you began to rub your temples.

"What's his deal?" Izzy questioned, eyebrows raised in a bit of surprise. You shook your head.

"I don't have a clue. I'm gonna go talk to him." You stood, stepping over the empty beer bottles that were scattered across the floor.

As you reached Axl's bedroom, you gently knocked on the door, listening closely for any signs of his presence. "Slash? Can I come in?"

No response.

You knocked again, but there was still no response. Turning the doorknob, you gently pushed the door open, greeted by the sight of Slash getting off the bed and walking over to you. He pulled you into the room and closed the door harshly, his body pressing yours against the door.

"Slash?" You questioned, your breathing quickening as his hand ghosted down your arm to the lock on the door, flipping it and jiggling the door handle to make sure it was locked.

His face was so close to yours, you could smell the smokey breath that fanned over your face. His eyebrows furrowed. "Why do you have to do that?" He questioned, but it sounded more like a demand.

"do what?" You whispered, scared to raise your voice. His hand came to rest on your neck, giving a small squeeze.

"Fucking flirt with every guy that looks at you. You know what the fuck you're doing." He spat, before spinning the two of you around and pushing you roughly into the bed behind you. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you forget Izzy ever existed."

You couldn't find your voice, letting out a small whine as you pushed yourself back, making room for Slash to crawl onto the bed with you, but he only stood at the edge of the bed.

"Tell me if you don't want this now, because I'm not gonna stop once I start."

You nodded quickly in response to his words, and he landed a firm slap across your cheek. "Use your words, whore."

You turned your head to look back up at him, bringing your own hand up to the forming red mark on your face, feeling the warmth radiating off of it. Your eyes were watering, but you couldn't deny the pulsing ache between your legs. "Please, Slash, I want it."

"Such a dirty fuckin' slut." Slash huffed, his hands coming down to unbutton his jeans. He slid them down his muscular thighs, already starting to palm himself through his boxers. "Gonna suck my cock? Show me how much you want it?"

You crawled closer, and slash gripped the back of your head by your hair, pulling your mouth directly onto his clothed bulge. You let your lips glide over the print, looking up at him, a single tear falling down your cheek from the pain he was inflicting on you, but you couldn't even mind.

"Fuck, you're a little minx." He used his free hand to tug his boxers down, discarding them with his pants. His hardening cock was right in your face, and you brought your hand up to pump him gently.

He grabbed his dick and rubbed it against your lips, and you opened your mouth. He was quick to shove your head down onto his cock, already fucking your face at a rapid speed. You gagged around him, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as you tried your hardest to breathe.

You watched as he threw his head back, and you brought your hand down to your clothed heat, rubbing yourself through your pants.

His hips were relentless, pistoning hard into your throat. You knew it was gonna be sore for a few days.

You were a bit worried about the rest of the guys in the living room, but their cheers and laughing and indistinct yelling just told you they weren't paying any mind to your missing presence.

You were caught off guard by the sudden feeling of Slash pushing your head all the way down his dick, and you lifted your hands up to dig your nails into his waist as he held you at the base of his cock.

Your nose was brushing against his happy trail, and you began to panick as you lost your breath. Slash pulled you off his cock by the back of your hair, throwing your head back as he leaned down to kiss you.

"Gonna make you mine, make you scream for me." He grabbed your hips as he leant over you, flipping you over and swiftly tugging your pants and underwear clear off your legs. You to let out a gasp when the cold air hit your leaking cunt.

"Oh shit, look at that... So fucking wet, just from sucking my dick? You really are a whore." He paused to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. He leaned over your back, pressing his lips to your ear. "But you're my whore, aren't you?"

You couldn't even let out a whimper before he pushed himself into you, stilling as soon as he bottomed out inside of you. You let your arms give out, your front side falling into the comforter on the bed. Your sudden moan was muffled by the bed, but then he grabbed your hair from the base of your scalp, tugging your head back towards the ceiling. "My whore, aren't you?"

He repeated himself, and you sobbed loudly. "Y-Your whore, fuck." You muttered, scared that if you were too loud the other men would hear, and that was endless teasing you didn't want to endure.

Slash pulled his hips back, and you whined, pushing yourself back into him in a desperate attempt to fuck yourself on his cock. His hand raised, and before you could even think about what he was doing, a red handprint was forming on your ass.

You yelped, pushing your body forward as an attempt to get away from the sting, but with his grip on your hair, you couldn't move. "T-Theyre gonna hear, can't be loud, please--"

Slash cut you off with a hard thrust, and you let out a loud moan, mixed in with a choked scream. You couldn't contain it. His dick was so big that it hurt, and he was so deep inside of you that he was pushing painfully against your cervix.

Slash leaned down again, finally starting at a slow and rough pace. A bite was pressed against your still-clothed shoulder, and with the pinch, came the realization that you weren't gonna be able to be quiet. "Let's get this off." Slash pulled you flush against his chest, rocking back onto his knees. His hands rushed to lift your thin shirt over your head, not once missing a single thrust.

Once your shirt was discarded, he didn't waste any time in trailing his hand up between the valley of your breasts, coming to squeeze your throat roughly. "You're so fucking tight, squeezing me so hard."

You were lightheaded, eyes rolling back as your head fell onto his shoulder, mouth hung open. Your fingers dug into his hips, and your other hand coming behind you to tangle and tug on his hair. "You like feeling me so deep in your tummy? Right... There." He questioned, his hand pressing roughly against your lower abdomen, easily feeling himself through the flesh of your stomach. The applied pressure caused you to squeal, fighting to get off his cock, the pleasure becoming too much for your foggy little brain.

"Oh, that's it, isn't it? Right there?" His voice was so sweet and alluring that you almost melted into his rough grips. "Answer me, bitch." He grabbed a fistful of hair again, pulling your lips closer to his as he sloppily pressed his open mouth to the corner of your own mouth. You were too busy trying to escape the dizzying feeling of your orgasm approaching to even mumble a response.

You nodded, but he only slipped the hand in your hair to your open mouth, his middle and ring finger pushing past your lips and onto your tongue.

His fingers were salty, but tasted so good in your mouth. He shoved them back further, and you gagged quickly. You screamed loudly as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, thrashing around in Slash's hold. You balled your hands up into fists and started to beat against his hips, back arched as you desperately tried to escape the overstimulation.

"Hold the fuck... still." His words were cut up between thrusts and grunts as he fought to keep you held down, your pulsing walls sucking him in deeper than he already was as an attempt to drain his cock.

"Already cumming, baby? Such a pathetic little body, jus' can't take what I give you." He hummed, faking that sympathy that he knew you would soak up.

He snaked an arm around your waist, holding you down as he completely ruined you from below. Your cunt was already sore, and the tears spilling from your eyes had no end, similar to the moans leaving your throat and vibrating around his fingers. Drool coated your chin and chest, and the entirety of his hand, and he didn't even care.

"Look s'much better stuffed full of my cock than you do sitting next to Izzy." Slash shoved you forward again, but this time he placed his hands on the small of your back, pushing down roughly to keep your back arched as he continued his assault on your poor cunt.

"N-No more, can't take it-- Please, s'too much!" You yelped.

Another harsh slap came down onto your ass, and you wept loudly into the bedding. You were squeezing his cock so tight that his hips began to stutter, so his pace slowed and his thrusts got impossibly harder. The steel rings he wore on his fingers were making bright red welts on your ass with every smack he gave you, and you couldn't help but let out the crying and screaming, it hurt, but he didn't care.

With his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust, you came once more, bringing your arms back to try and push his hips away from you, but he only grabbed a hold of both of your wrists, using them to pull you back onto him. Your weeping and moaning finally died down, and you just let him use you, limp from the overstimulation.

You were so fucked out that you didn't even feel the hot cum coating your insides. Slash pulled out as he was cumming, the last little bit of his spunk landing over your red and abused lips.

He released your arms, letting you fall forward.

"My fucking pussy, isn't it?" He shoved your thighs up so your ass was back in the air, and his thumb came up to run through your slick folds, practically shoving his cum back inside of you. You jumped when his finger brushed against your clit, letting out a small whine.

"A-All yours, Slash." You mumbled, and he brought his face to the red wounds and marks on your ass, pressing gentle kisses to the welts and light specks of blood that had begun peeking through your skin, already bruising.

His kisses trailed right back to your cunt, and he didn't hesitate in sticking his tongue right out and into your heat, from your clit to your hole. He hollowed his cheeks when he found your clit, sucking with so much intensity it caused you to lean back into him, despite all that had went down mere minutes before.

He was eating your pussy so carefully and intricately, it was a stark contrast from his previous tone and actions.

It took you minutes of him sucking and licking your poor cunt to realize that he was eating his own cum out of you, and the pure thought had you whining yet again.

He'd groan into your pussy, the vibrations going straight to your clit. It didn't take much for you to cum yet again, so sensitive from your previous torturous orgasms, and you shoved your face down into the bedding once more as you whined, squirming away from Slash's face. He held your hips and pulled you back into him as you rode out your orgasm, finally pulling off of your cunt and gently shushing you as you turned over to meet his gaze.

You suddenly broke out into tears again and Slash crawled back onto the bed pulling you up into his arms. You couldn't form proper sentences, your words simply coming out jumbled and choppy.

"s'okay. I'm sorry, I know. It's gonna be okay." You clung to him for dear life, your sweaty, naked bodies pressing together as your threw your arms over your neck.

All he could make out from your sobs was small "I'm sorry"s, "thank you"s, and "so tired"s. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head as he gently rocked the two of you back and forth.

"Did so good f'me, sweetheart, I'm sorry." He cooed, but it was too late, you were already asleep in his arms. He sighed, resting his head on top of yours for just a few more minutes before slipping you under the blankets of Axl's bed, and following close right next to you, wrapping an arm over your waist.

He buried his face in your shoulder as his eyes closed, feeling just a little guilty for the way he treated you.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You woke up to the sound of banging, looking around to see slash tugging his boxers on, and you immediately felt a surge of shame run through your body when Slash unlocked and opened the door to an incredibly red and upset Axl.

"You're washing everything on that fucking bed. No, actually, you're buying me a whole new one."

And with that, you sunk back under the covers, not daring to make eye contact with the fiery redhead.

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[sabbathrose]

• (Slash) Live at the Ritz, 1991.

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[stvnszlr]

this one goes out to all my steven and izzy enjoyers ^_^

#now which one of you is going to write me a heartfelt reunion fic based on these pictures huh #im talking ALL the emotions #gnr #guns n roses #steven adler #izzy stradlin #izzy gnr #steven gnr #poppy

[thesmokingguns]

City of Stars Chapter One

Aya was sitting on her balcony, the curved wrought iron work done in the 20’s when LA was starting to boom and it was Hollywood glam. The buildings started reaching for the clouds like they were snatching at dreams like the people pouring into the city. Years later the glamor of LA had faded with only reminders of its former glory through hidden gems like her balcony. She liked to sit outside, bare feet hanging off the deck as she smoked her cigarette and counted the stars like some people would count sheep. If she closed her eyes she could still see them behind her eyelids and would trace them in her mind.

The small, two bedroom duplex she lived in was a little outside the city, close enough that she could go in and do whatever she wanted but far enough away that it didn’t get too loud at night and she could find her peace. Maybe that’s why her eyes focused on the car that was pulling slowly down her street, one light out as it limped helplessly around the curve with clanking and mechanical whirling that made her teeth want to grind together in irritation. The car stopped in front of her place, the boy around her age looking around a bit before she saw him reach for a blanket in the back and recline the seat a bit.

She tsked, eyes looking towards her neighbors who would surely call the cops on this stranger who was just trying to find a safe place to sleep. Back down her eyes went, looking at him with the youthful inexperience of someone who hadn’t had to live hard yet. Sleeping in his car was probably part of his whole adventure. He should have picked a different instrument because his drums filled up the backseat so he couldn’t sleep in a more comfortable place.

Aya knew better than to get involved and yet she was rising, stubbing out her cigarette in an ornate green glass ashtray before heading back inside her place. Her arms crossed, one hand going to her mouth as she chewed on her nails as she thought about what to do.

If he was dumb enough to sleep in his car- What would you want someone to do for you? -He can pay the consequences of his dreams - He needs a break.

She threw her hands up after the conversation she had with herself. Slipping on the worn slippers and reaching for her shawl, wrapping it around her body as she moved down the stairs thinking she should have grabbed a weapon in case he got touchy. Instead she moved to the garage, opening it up and looking around.

It was mostly empty, a few boxes around with holiday decorations or pieces she had picked up at garage sales that she planned to fix up and us to resell. Nothing that was valuable enough to her that she would bring it up into her home. But it could fit a car and it would be safer for the dumb kid than the unknown street he had picked to sleep. She picked up a screwdriver, wrapping her hand around it and covering it with her shawl as she moved to his car. She didn’t know him well enough and if he tried to do anything she would show him just how wrong of a place he had picked to spend the night in his car.

He had dyed black hair, she could see the roots in the stream of streetlights that were flooding him, a strong jaw, and his hands were thin fingered with a little baby fat he would lose after a few weeks of discovering hunger. He seemed so at peace in his car, like he didn’t realize that monsters lurked in shadows and danger spied from windows above. This was her last chance to back out but she caught sight of her neighbor, curtain pulled to the side as she peaked out, spying on what was going on, and she realized she needed to get him off the street now because they were being watched.

Her knuckles hit his window, hard enough that he jumped, looking around like he didn’t understand what was happening. Aya was momentarily jealous of how easy it had been for him to fall asleep. Sometimes she spent the whole night counting stars, waiting to be tired or counting out pills to help her fall asleep. In the morning she would pour a pot of coffee into a mug and use that as her elixir to stay awake. His green eyes looked up at her, eyes going forward and back to see if she was alone before rolling down his window. At least he had the basic understanding that there could be trouble out there.

“My neighbor is going to call the cops on you. I opened my garage, back in and you can stay there tonight in your car. Maybe set the drums outside so you can stretch out a little. I’ll leave it unlocked for you this week. There’s too many people out there that do more harm than good.” She stepped away from him as he looked at her, confused by her offer.

Since he had arrived there had been no one that had been nice to him. Now this girl was giving him a place to park his car and let him sleep without worry about the cops showing up. It seemed too good to be true and he wasn’t sure if this was a test and he would end up more hurt than braving it on the street.

“Do you want my name or anything if I’m going to be staying-”

“In the garage in whatever the hell, hunk of shit you’re driving.” Aya finished for him, looking at him with an expression of partial boredom, “And I don’t want your name.” She turned heading back into the building as he quickly followed her orders and back into the garage, shutting the door behind him and feeling safe in LA for the first time since his arrival.

Aya was upstairs, nervously fluttering around without letting herself believe that she was nervous. As someone who liked her space, liked the way it felt to come home and have the solitude of her home, the fact she had let that transient youth spend time alone in her garage suddenly made her worry that she was losing her mind. Why would she care if he had gotten the police called on him? What business of it was hers? None.

And yet, as she sat down, bringing the cigarette to her lips as she settled outside on the balcony, she looked down. The garage was closed now and the nameless boy was probably nestled in the backseat of his car. The thought of it made her smile despite her worries as she hoped that he knew that he could close his eyes tonight and wake up in the morning safe.

Izzy was settled down in the backseat of his car, his last cigarette of his pack between his lips as he smoked in the darkness of the garage. What a strange day it had been for him. Only his third day in LA and he had been to a few tryouts for bands. It had been overwhelming to him to see so many postings for bands looking for people. It was like opportunity had spit itself into his lap.

He was thinking of the band he had tried out with Naughty Women who seemed the most like him: young and hungry for music. At the end of the day fame was cool but making good music, that was what he wanted to do. To Izzy making music was like breathing, there wasn’t a day that went by that he couldn’t do it. Notebooks stuffed in an old army backpack were filled with ideas that he was still a bit too shy to show anyone but it was the creative process that he craved. The way music helped him be himself.

His mind wandered as he thought of the mystery women who had let him into the garage. She had to be his age but the way she held herself she seemed so assured of who she was and comfortable with her life in a way that had made him feel safe. Her dark hair had been twisted in a circular bun on her head, scattered pieces falling out in a way that felt beautiful. She had been wearing that dark burgundy colored shawl with velvet swirls and tassels on it over a thin black silk slip that hung from her tall figure. She had to bend down when she knocked like the police on his window and he had caught sight of her soft mocha cappuccino skin and her eyes. He had stared into the dark eyes of hers and felt the haunting of all the terrible things that were out there. But she had been kind and Izzy had already started to forget how beautiful kindness was from the time away from home.

That thought made him stop as he took a shaky breath, the last bit of his cigarette starting to turn to ash. This was the first night he had been in LA and thought he was home. Even if it was a garage at least he was safe within four walls. Maybe home looked different here. Maybe home wasn’t a bedroom in a place surrounded by his family. Maybe home was safety and kindness. Maybe home was a new beginning and this is where he started.

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[psych0-str1ngs]

Teachings and praises- Izzy Stradlin x reader

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

Warnings: Cussing, fingering!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, again," He interrupted.

"Bu-" You moaned lightly.

"I said again," He spoke lowly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END, enjoy anon!!!!

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

PLEASE POST THE IZZY PART FOR THE NO NUT NOVEMBER

A/n: Only one more of these to make B). This was going to be much shorter but it felt weird to make one really short when the other's are longer so I just kept going and I like this ending much more than the other one and I hope you agree, Izzy lovers are honestly the best kinds of people.

Warnings: smut, oral sex(f+m receiving), fingering(f receiving), degradation, drugs, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Intro

Izzy left the studio with not much care. So long as he wasn’t the first out no one would care, right? Besides, all he really wanted was to stir the pot as per usual, and he did it like a pro. That’s all there was to it. He went on with his business and didn’t think too much about it.

Or so he thought.

He wasn’t doing anything with anyone, staying home more often than not and if he wasn’t he was getting cracked out of his mind at parties where that’s all anyone was doing, no one was getting ready for some action.

His stash was running low so he invited some people over, hoping to fix off of them. When people started showing up and getting loaded he happened to notice someone he’d never seen before.

He asked around and someone eventually gave him something. A friend of a friend of a dealer. Izzy didn’t think too much of it, someone else just trying to get high like him, what’s there to it?

Only, he kept catching her watching him.

At some point he’d gone to the bathroom to snort something alone. He’d just started when you came in and closed the door behind you. He gave you a look. “Sorry, I’m not sharing.” He mumbled.

“I’m not into that stuff.” You responded as he snorted another line. He looked back up at you with a confused expression.

“Then why are you here?” You shrugged and looked up to the fluorescent lighting.

“I’m into other stuff.” Izzy nodded.

“Smack?” He asked, looking at your arm for any track marks. “Heroin?” You took a step closer to him. “Come on, give me a hint, at least.” He asked with a wonky smile. You chewed your cheek and dropped to your knees, looking up at him with innocent starry eyes.

When Izzy saw that he was reminded of the bet. Now, he wasn’t ready to say no to a face like that but he wasn’t ready to forfeit either. Tough decision.

“Sorry, I can’t, my friends and I have this bet-”

“What kind of bet?” You interrupted.

“To see who can last the whole month without, like, doing anything.” He chuckled to himself at how stupid it sounded in his mind.

“Would you be the first one out?” Izzy let out a heavy breath at that and shook his head. All he wanted was to stir the pot and not be the last one out, right now it was just him and Slash. Oh shit, he was in the finals! He hadn’t thought about it that way. “Then what’s the big deal?” Izzy sucked his bottom lip and stared down at you, trying to think through the haze in his mind.

You stayed on your knees, looking up at him and watching for a reaction as you lifted up his shirt. Just enough so you could see his happy trail and press your plush lips to his abdomen. That pretty much killed any thought Izzy had against this.

As you kissed him he undid his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers, hitting you in the face with his dick. You happily took the tip into your mouth and started swirling your tongue around it while your hand came up to stroke him.

He was already leaning against the counter behind him for stability when you took more of him into your mouth, getting yourself used to him hitting the back of your throat before taking him all in your mouth, gagging slightly on his length.

Izzy’s head was thrown back  in pleasure as your head bobbed up and down on him. You started touching yourself through your clothes, getting off on Izzy’s pleasure. When you started moaning around his member he couldn’t help cum, the vibrations sent him over the edge. He grabbed you by the back of the head  and pulled you down on him as he shot his load down your throat, guttural groans slipping past his lips.

When he was done he let go of you and let you pull away to catch your breath. You wiped your mouth and chin of the drool that had slipped out the corners of your mouth.

Izzy tilted your head up with a finger under your chin. “Did you swallow it all?” He asked with a lazy grin. You smiled up at him and opened your mouth wide to show you had. “Good girl.”

Having lost the bet already there was no point in looking back now. He gestured for you to get up and you did, now standing in front of him. He brought his hand to your waist and guided you to the counter where he could bend you over, lifting your skirt over your ass to give him a perfect view of you.

You were wearing a thin pair of panties and fishnet stockings. Izzy admired you for a moment before gripping the fishnets and snapping the weak threads holding them together, making a bigger opening for him. He pinned your panties to the side and thrust into you, your cunt already soaked.

He waited a moment, taking in how hot you felt wrapped around him, the face he could see you making in the mirror. He started moving, watching your face for a reaction he liked and when he saw one he knew to keep hitting that spot.

Of course it had your mind running miles a minute. The way his tip kissed that perfect spot inside you that had you seeing stars over and over again. His hold on your hips was tight, sure to leave bruises for you to look back on with fond memories.

Your favourite were the soft grunts and groans you’d hear in your ear. Heavy breaths mixed with the occasional moan. He was watching you in the mirror but you were also watching him as his head rolled back, you’d catch glimpses of his eyes crossing before he shut them tight.

Izzy took a hand off your hip to turn your face towards him so he could kiss you. His tongue slipped past your lips with ease. Your moans fell onto his lips as you came hard around him, slick dripping down between your thighs. The way you clenched around him was the last straw for him and he came again inside of you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you impossibly closer to him.

“Fuck.” Izzy breathed, kissing you one last time before pulling away and watching his cum ooze out of you. He dropped to his knees and started lapping at your folds.

“Fuck!” You squeaked and tried to push his head away but he didn’t budge. “Izzy! Izzy, s’too much.” You whined. He responded with a harsh slap on your ass, leaving a pink mark. He continued eating you out like his life depended on it, sucking every ounce of your dignity you had as you watched yourself in the mirror. Your face contorting in pleasure, your hips bucking back to meet his face.

He pushed a skilled finger into you, making you cum with only a few pumps as he hit that same special spot every time and sent you over the edge.

“You’re such a bitch, you know that?” He mumbled as he stood up again behind you, now holding you and resting his head on your shoulder. “Sneaking into my house, getting me into the bathroom, sucking me off when I told you I couldn’t...” He had this smirk as he spoke, it was tired but carried a very needed amount of teasing.

“You could’ve stopped me if you wanted to.” You replied in an equally tired manner, leaning back on him slightly.

“I didn’t want to.” He said firmly, giving your neck a soft kiss.

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[gnrlove1987]

Izzy Stradlin x OC

1986

Lucy wasn't one for the party scene of the Sunset Strip. Some would probably say she was bookish, a loner, a nerd. She had moved to L.A to go to UCLA and usually had her head buried in a book instead of surfing the California waves or hanging with Hollywood kids like her classmates.

Tonight would be different though. Tonight she was setting aside the old Lucy, even if it just was for one night only.

Overhearing some Aquanetted girls from her Bio class talk about a " totally bitchin party", Lucy had found her way to a house party somewhere on the Strip.

Leaning against the wall while everyone else was snorting or guzzling something, Lucy looked around and saw a good-looking guy walking up to her. She got nervous but tried to play it cool.

"Hi" he cooed to her.

"Hi" she replied shyly as she placed a lock of hair behind her ear.

The two got to talking and the guy introduced himself as Jack. She found that someone was finally interested in what she had to say, someone who looked genuinely interested in her. After a couple hours of talking, he went up to get a drink where she waited patiently.

As Jack got his drink at the keg, Izzy stood with his drink. Izzy wasn't really one to give a shit about other people's conversations but he couldn't help himself from eavesdropping this particular time for whatever reason.

Talking to his friend, a crusty-looking dude with greasy hair and B.O that could be smelt from miles away, Jack talked conspiratorially.

"Dude, I'm gonna get this chick to the back room and when we're doing it, steal her purse. Alright?" Jack told the crusty dude as he pointed out Lucy.

The crusty guy nodded in agreement as Izzy, now up to speed on these random guys' plans, looked to see Lucy standing alone, obviously out of place, and now she was a lamb to slaughter.

Izzy knew that Lucy was not a regular at these types of parties. In fact, he thought Lucy looked more well-suited to a library than a debauched, fucked up party like this.

Izzy tapped on Jack's shoulder and said, "Man, why don't you leave her alone. She seems too innocent for a crowd like this."

"Why don't you mind your own fucking business, you Hanoi Rocks reject." Jack spat back.

"Fuck you, asshole! She probably wouldn't go with you anyways."

"Oh, yeah?" Jack arrogantly asked with a shit eating grin.

"Yeah." Izzy retorted as he stared him down.

"Let's see about that, then" Jack replied as he walked back towards Lucy with Izzy watching on.

When Jack came back, he asked Lucy if she wanted to go to their own room. Knowing what that meant, Lucy would've never in a million years agreed to such a thing. But then again, she wasn't being old Lucy tonight. She told herself she wouldn't be the overly cautious, overthinking Lucy tonight. So, she said yes.

As Izzy saw Jack holding onto Lucy's hand as he brought her to the back room, Izzy knew he had to do something. Izzy was usually a looking out for number one type, but this was different.

Quickly thinking, Izzy grabbed the nearest bottle of cheap liquor and headed to the back room. Taking a huge swig of Night Train and keeping it in his mouth, Izzy barged into the room, just as Jack was taking off Lucy's shirt while sitting on the dingy carpeted floor, and spit all the liquor in his mouth on Jack's head, as if he was throwing up on him.

Facetiously, Izzy airly said "Oh, sorry dude! I didn't mean to puke on you! Just had too much to drink, I guess."

"You asshole! You did that on purpose!" Jack yelled.

Pulling her shirt back down, Lucy got up and went up to Izzy. "Are you ok?" she asked with sincerity and genuine concern.

"Actually, could you help me? I really don't feel good. Could you drive me home?" Izzy asked in the most helpless tone of voice he could manage.

It was moments like these that Izzy felt that if this music thing didn't work out, he could give acting a shot.

"Sure, um, just let me get my keys ok?" she said as she grabbed her purse, completely untouched by Jack or his grubby friend.

"Thanks." Izzy responded in surprise that she actually agreed. It was then that he knew that she was as well-meaning, kindhearted, and unfortunately, naive as they came.

"Will I see you again, Jack?" she asked hopefully.

With a roll of his eyes, Jack answered, "Don't count on it."

Hurt by his sudden change of heart but grateful that she didn't go any further with him, Lucy cut her losses and gladly stood by her decision to help this skinny, black-haired rocker.

As Lucy and Izzy opened the door and turned to leave, Izzy slightly twisted and gave a knowing smirk to Jack and his friend that was waiting outside the door, and added the middle finger for good measure.

Sitting in Lucy's sensible but unstylish car, Izzy saw Lucy's kind eyes and wondered how anyone could think to do her any harm.

He didn't know if he was drunk, gaining a conscience, or going crazy but even though she was his total opposite and not exactly like the rocker babes he had gotten accustomed to, Izzy knew that he wanted to protect her as long as she would let him.

Putting the car in reverse and pulling out of the driveway, Lucy gave Izzy a gentle smile and for the first time in a long while, Izzy gave a gentle smile back.

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[eddiiiieeee]

My Angel ☆

Slash x reader

warnings: a bit of angst at the start, just fluff, mentions of alcohol and drugs, etc.

summary: y/n and Saul get into a fight about his addiction, and saul finds a letter y/n had written about him.

authors note: listen to September - sparky deathcap, because it fit 💀 part 2!!

"Oh go fuck yourself, saul!" she yelled out as tears streamed down her face, staring back at the man she loves. she hid her face in her hands as Saul let realization hit him, he failed her again, he relapsed after promising to stay clean for the third time in their five years together. he called her names, trashed the house, told her he wished he never loved her, that he despised her. all because she had flushed his stash down the toilet, those words were the first thing she said since he started his tantrum. her sobs now filling the apartment "s-shit baby" he mumbled as he walked towards her his hands reaching up to hold her arms "don't touch me" she said flinching away from him almost instantly she finally looked up at him, with a look he couldn't even describe. y/n grabbed her car keys and purse, quickly rushing out of the apartment, leaving saul alone with his mess. she left. his brain was too drugged to comprehend going after her, he didn't know what to do, he was lucky he was even still standing with the number of drugs he's consumed. Saul rushed over to the phone connected to the wall, dialling Stevens number as he waited, till he heard a voice "steven adler speaking!" "adler, I fucking- y/n, she left and... shes gone" saul sobbed into the phone, leaving his friend very confused as Steven looked over at duff who'd been over at his house "hold on, me and duff are on our way okay?" saul nodded, letting the other hang up as he fell against the wall. he looked around the trashed apartment and noticed underneath a pile of glass, was a book. y/ns handwriting on the front of it. it was her journal, the one she always wrote in. he moved over to grab it, his fingers moving over the old leather cover of the book. he opened the book and let whatever page open, his eyes read over the words, letting himself remember how he loved her handwriting, she always said it looked like a little kid's handwriting, almost unreadable but he always read whatever she would write. he noticed the date that was written 22/9/1987. the day guns n roses performed at the ritz in new york. how can he look so pretty, so angelic without even trying, my saul, a complete angel. gosh how I love him, how I adore him, I've loved and adored him since we first met before all this, before guns n roses, back in 84. I don't regret going to Madam Wong's in East Hollywood, I remember how adorable he looked, his hair was less wild then. I remember the funky clothes he wore that night, god how I remember what I felt when he looked at me. I felt like a little girl whose crush held her hand for the first time during recess. I remember how he stumbled over his words when he came up to me afterwards, I remember how gentle his touch was, how he asked to kiss me underneath a faulty street light in California's weather, I remember every date and moment that happened after. I know saul isn't clean anymore, it hurts me knowing he could slip through my fingers at any given moment, he doesn't remember how I held him a few nights back, I could hear his breathing vividly, and I could see how the colour and life was sucked out of him, he looked almost ghost-like. he doesn't know that's why I haven't slept well in the past few nights, how could I? how could I rest knowing my angel might vanish. how I hate when he does it, but then again, how I love him. my beautiful beautiful boy, I gifted him that song and told him it described him very well. a very beautiful boy. I've dreamt of love this good, and I've got it, saul hudson will forever be the man I love. if we're together or broken up, far or close, in love or fighting, he will always be that angel that sits in my heart, strumming his guitar without a care in the world, singing my favourite songs to me, letting me run my fingers through his untamed curls. I wonder if we ever have kids and if they'll take after him, I hope they do, how I would love little version of him, with his beautiful brown eyes, gorgeous black curls, beautiful facial features, warm coloured skin.

how I love him, my sweet beautiful boy, my guardian angel. y/n l/n ♥ Saul hadn't noticed how hard he began sobbing, this was how much she loved him. and yet all he did was tell her he didn't love her at all. he pulled the leather-covered book to his chest and pull his knees to his chest. not realizing that the door had opened and revealed the mess of an apartment to his two friends. Steven's eyes quickly made their way to Saul, who was surrounded by broken glass, and wood. Duff looked around, getting an idea of what just might have gone down. they both rushed over to Slash, glass breaking underneath their steps "Hey man" Steven said as he crouched down to Slash's level "we need you to calm down alright? so you can tell us what happened and where y/n is" the smaller blonde explained as Duff rubbed Sauls back 

"get him some water, Adler" Duff said as Steven rushed to do so. it didn't take Steven long before he made his way back to them handing Saul the glass, who chugged it down rather quickly. "could you now tell us what happened?" Duff asked, Saul, keeping his gaze straight ahead "she found out I relapsed.she flushed all my shit down the drain, and I got mad at her. I yelled, I threw things, broke some more, i-i told her I didn't love her... that I would never forgive her for what she did, fuck man- I told her I hated her, despised her even" he mumbled letting out a sob towards the end "and she told me to go fuck myself, and when I tried to touch her, she moved away and told me to not touch her, and then she... she left without another word. I need her, I really really love her and I fucked up" he mumbled tears rolling down his cheeks, not caring that this had to be the first time he'd cried around the guys. 

Steven squeezed his shoulder before sighing "let's get you to bed, and then I'll clean up here and Duff can go look for y/n/n, okay?" Steven told his friend before he and Duff had helped Slash up and to his bed, the one he and y/n got up from not long ago. the minute Saul's head touched the pillow, he was out. Duff noticed y/n's journal in Saul's grip, he took it and placed it on the bedside table before leaving the room and closing the door behind him, Steven grabbed a garbage bag and began cleaning up the glass "you knew. you knew he was doing drugs again and didn't say a word to her." Steven told Duff looking at him "I know, I already feel like an asshole" the man said as he sat down on the couch ..... part 2 will be up soon, I promise!! thoughts?

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[rocketttqueennn]

Paradise City.

⊰ warnings: smut, overstimulation, rough sex, oral (both receiving)

"You did great! As always though, you all did!" Y/N said, running from backstage up to Slash after the concert ended, hugging him.

You've hardly gotten the chance to spend any time alone with him, they've all been so busy with tours and rehearsal. But at least you got to help with the production backstage.

He kissed the top of your head with a smile as he put his arm around you. "It was only possible with your help though, Y/N."

You giggled as you kissed his cheek, the two of you walked back to the group, everyone mostly worn out from the excessive amount of touring, mainly running on cigarettes and alcohol.

You all finally arrived back to the apartment. Steven and Duff decided to lounge around in the studio while you, Slash, Izzy, and Axl were still upstairs. Everyone was hungry at this point.

"I'll go ahead and get us food, anyone wanna come with?" Axl said, looking at everyone. Izzy volunteered to go, leaving you and Slash alone together. Within a few minutes they were both gone, just you and your boyfriend, who admittedly looked smoking hot.

You put your head on Slash's lap, moving your fingertip in circles on his jeans, sighing.

"Y'know, I really have missed you, Y/N." Slash said, twirling the roots of your hair as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

"Hmm, prove it. You're the one spending alllll that time in the studio!" Y/N said, sitting up and facing him, you really did miss him, but you wanted him so badly.

He laughed a bit, pulling you onto his lap and passionately, but so deeply kissing you.

You felt his boner grow underneath the pool that soaked into your undergarments, moaning into the kiss as you subconsciously grind against his hardening cock.

You took your shirt off, helping him take his off followed by Slash dipping his hands inside of your panties, causing you to whine from his lustful touch.

He broke the kiss, unzipping his jeans as his thick length slapped against his stomach, already slick just from the kissing.

"Suck it." He said, trying to catch his own breath, you did as said. Slash gripped your hair as you wrapped your lips around his, now throbbing cock.

You could feel him getting closer. His cock twitching in your mouth, dripping as he let out desperate moans. You needed him so badly at this point you could hardly stand it anymore, you HAD to have him.

His dick slid out of your mouth with a pop. He kneaded at the roots of your hair as he pulled you up into a sloppy, passionate, nonetheless lustful kiss.

You quickly took your pants and underwear off, as he grabbed you by the hips, laying you down on the plush sofa as he positioned his head between your soft thighs, looking up at you with the most lust-filled grin you've ever seen.

He inserted two of his fingers into you, lapping at your clit as precum pulled on the leather couch below. Twitching with every thrust and lick he performed onto your sensitive skin.

He enjoyed every bit of it, hearing how loud you screamed his name, feeling your soft hands tug at his hair as your thighs frame his face.

He knew you were close, he took the rest of his clothes off, teasing your entrance with the cock he knew you oh-so desperately needed.

You grabbed his wrists, begging for him to fuck you already, you were so close, you needed him immediately.

He grinned down at you, flipping you over as his cock entered your pussy, groaning in unison as his dick hit deeper, getting rougher with each thrust.

"Slash!- Please, Please!" You cried out, you couldn't think straight, you couldn't even think. His trusts got deeper, hitting spots you never even knew could've been hit before, he could feel your walls twitch around his cock, signaling your near release.

He leaned down to you, slamming into your desperate pussy as he marked your neck, kissing and leaving prints all along your skin.

You were drooling, tears welled up as he hit every sweet spot you had, both of you were near your climax, he ran his hand down your back. You could hear his breath, practically screaming as your overstimulated pussy was on the verge of release.

"Babe- Slash I'm close- I'm so close, please, please!" You cried out, followed by your boyfriend's cock hitting one final time as you both came, the man slumped over onto you as you just had the most powerful orgasm of your life. Crying and squirming in pleasure, you grabbed anything you could, Slash put his fingers in your mouth.

"Shh, let it out baby, let it out sweetheart."

The two of you ended up cuddling after, kissing, teasing, and giggling soon before you two got dressed.

You soon heard the door unlock, Axl and Izzy came home with the food as they both called for Steven and Duff

"Took longer than expected, just got what we normally eat" Axl said as Izzy set the bags on the table as everyone sat down.

"Why aren't you eating anything, Slash?" Izzy asked with a near mouthful.

"I already ate, I'll get some later" He replied.

⊰ END ⊰

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[vaginalsauce]

Justified

Warnings

Gangbang, oral f! and m! receiving, slapping, spanking, hair pulling, praise, pet names, degradation, size kink, breeding?, pure smut no plot, unprotected p in v, handjobs, breeding, manhandling

A/n

Holy shit what did I just write

This is a scrap I'm too lazy to finish, enjoy mwah

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You felt the harsh sting of a slap against your ass, and your body desperately tried to push forward to escape the tingling red handprint forming on your ass. You were held in place by Duff, who had you on your hands and knees, your face pressing into the hardening ache between his legs. As Axl had his tongue buried deep into your cunt from behind, you struggled to pump your hand up and down Steven's dick.

You were moaning and squirming, rocking your body back and forth against Axl's face. Duff's hands snaked down your bare body, holding your hips firmly in one place, smirking down at you.

Slash had already pulled his dick out, rubbing his hand over his tip at only the sight of your squirming body. He would occasionally lean over and grab handfuls of your ass, slapping it roughly and watching the skin recoil. Grunts and groans of annoyance could be heard from Axl, clearly getting frustrated with Slash's assault. The vibrations were sent straight through your body to your ribcage, and before you knew it, you were unraveled over Axl's lips and chin, your slick dripping down your thighs onto Duff's denim jeans.

"So pretty, such a perfect girl for us." Steven spoke before tugging you up by the waist, his lips quick to find yours. Izzy was next to come right up behind you, not wasting any time before pushing his cock up into you.

You moaned into Steven's mouth before Izzy sat back on his knees, pulling your body down with his. You desperately clung to Steven, trying to bring him closer, but he only planted gentle kisses from the palm of your hand up to your shoulder, and then back down to your breasts.

"Look at you, being such a slut for all of us like this. You're just so desperate, aren't you?" Axl teased, chuckling a bit as he tugged his shorts off, grabbing your hand roughly and placing it on his cock.

"Well? C'mon, don't keep him waiting. Be a good girl for us." Duff gave a kiss to your cheek, and you threw your head back onto Izzy's shoulder as you moaned, moving your hand up and down Axl's cock.

Izzy kept thrusting up into you from below, each raise of his hips earning another moan to fall from your mouth, and Slash let his head fall back as he listened to your little squeals.

Slash walked over to you, grabbing you by the back of the neck and tugging you towards his cock, practically dripping precum. You immediately knew what he needed. You wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick, gagging as Slash unexpectedly pushed your head all the way down the length of his dick.

His mouth hung open as he breathed out, panting, staring down at your mascara-stained face. You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked up to him, relaxing your throat and letting him move your face to his heart's content.

The speed of your hand on Axl's dick faltered, and he took it upon himself to place his hand over yours, holding your hand nice and tight around his cock, fucking your hand like his own personal sex toy.

You could feel how close Izzy was getting without even looking at him. Just the sight of your lips wrapped tightly around Slash's cock made him shiver, but when he glanced down to watch your heat suck him in, it made him ten times closer than he was before.

"Gonna cum in this pretty pussy," Izzy grunted out, pulling your hips repeatedly back into his own, causing you to involuntarily move up and down Slash's cock without his guidance. "you want that, baby? Want me to fill this whore pussy? What do you think, Duff? Does she deserve it?"

"Don't ask me, ask the cock slut herself. See if she can manage to answer around Slash's dick, huh?"

And that's exactly what Izzy did, enjoying the way you clenched around his dick at all of the dirty words that fell from all five men. Endless moans escaped through your lips, vibrating straight into the veins of Slash's cock.

Axl watched intently as Slash's thighs started to tremble the slightest bit, elbowing him out of the way. Slash looked at the redhead in disbelief, brows furrowing seconds later. "Seriously, dude?"

"I'll pay you if you bite him." Slash leaned down and whispered in your ear, chuckling, hand holding his hair back so as to not get it in the slobber and precum and tears that all had stained your face. It was no use telling you to do anything, the hold they all had on you was strangling your brain, you couldn't think.

You couldn't even focus. You only stared up at Slash through your eyelashes, and it made him laugh harder. You were so completely fucked out that you hadn't even realized that Axl had a hand fisted in your hair until he pulled your head to look at him instead of Slash.

Axl looked over to Izzy, and only gave him a slight nod before he tapped his dick on your lips, pushing it deep into your throat and holding your face there by the back of your head.

Izzy's hips slammed into yours one final time, pushing himself as deep as he could inside of you as he came, and the feeling of his warm cum filling you, and even escaping out around his dick, dripping down his balls and your thighs, sent you spiraling.

You were trying to scream, but with the obstruction in your throat, it only came out in muffled gagging noises. "Steven, get over here. Clean the poor girl up, yeah?" Izzy panted, slowly pulling out so he could watch the strings of his cum slide out of you.

Steven nodded, watching in pure awe as he crawled up behind you, pulling your mouth off of Axl's dick, flipping you over onto back with ease.

In response, just as Steven licked a warm line up the back of your thigh, Axl grabbed you by the underarms, lifting you quickly, and tugging you back towards him, letting your head dangle back off the edge of the bed as Steven's mouth slowly inched towards your swollen and abused cunt.

"Axl, quit moving her around." Duff hissed. He came up right behind Axl, and started working on tugging his own pants down.

You began to squirm away from a cold hand slapping right against your core, a shriek leaving you only halfway before another hand landed right in your mouth. You furrowed your brows and your chest heaved as you sobbed, looking right up at Slash, who decided to shut you up with his fingers. You hadn't even noticed when he got in between Duff and Axl, but before you knew it, Izzy was between Slash and Axl.

You couldn't control your violent twitching and shaking, and Izzy crouched down right beside your head, pressing his lips to your temple so you could hear him whisper to you. His hand came around to the other side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek lovingly.

"You're okay, baby. Always talked about takin' all of us, didn' you?" Izzy grinned against your face, chuckling. "And look at you now. Can't even stand how good you're feeling. A little pain slut."

You almost bit down on Slash's middle and ring fingers, and right as your jaw just started to clench the slightest, he pulled them out and slapped your face. The extra sting was provided by the upside down angle, and the saliva lubricating his hand.

You tried hard to close your thighs around Steven's head, but your body was so close to shutting down on you that you couldn't function.

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[slashsslutx]

could you write a smut where the fem reader is a virgin and she had the 1st time with modern Izzy Stradlin?

Of course! I don't have any pictures of modern Izzy, so please ignore that😞 here ya go !

Slow and Gentle.

Warnin's : Virgin reader, some praise, fluffy-smut, mention of birth control, aftercare 💋💋💋

Izzy sat down on the bed, gently pulling you onto his lap. He rubbed your back slowly, whispering into your ear that he's got you. He reaches for the hem of your shirt, looking up into your eyes for approval, to which you nod. He pulls off your shirt carefully, eyes widening at the sight of your beautiful tits.

"Sweetheart, you're gorgeous..." he whispered, unclipping your bra, sliding it off with ease. You wanted to cover yourself, but you trusted Izzy. You knew he'd take care of you.

He slid his own shirt off, kissing your lips, and trailing his lips down to your neck. He decides to dare further on, kissing down from your collarbone to your tits, before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. He runs his tongue over it, kissing it gently before pulling away to give the other the same treatment. You can't lie, it was nice. Izzy knew what he was doing, and he was doing it all at your pace.

His left hand trailed down, fingertips brushing against your stomach before he pulled your skirt down. His other hand snaked around to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a slow kiss. Your lips and tongues danced against eschother's as his fingers grazed against your panties.

"I can't believe I get to do this with someone so perfect..." he smiled, kissing from below your brests to your navel.

"Can I go ahead and take these off, sweetheart?" You nodded in approval, amd he tugged them down oh-so carefully. He looks down as he does, almost drooling at the sight. He lifts your hips up, fully sliding your panties and skirt off of your body. His fingers trail down, drawing circles on your thighs as he leans in to kiss your neck. You moan softly, and he chuckles.

"Are you ready, baby? I'll only do one finger to start with, I don't wanna overwhelm you," he speaks softly into your ear, his breath on it causing you to shiver.

"Yeah, go ahead," is all you can say before he rubs his index finger through your folds. Your slick collects on his finger, and he groans quietly. "So wet for me, darling, so wet." He rubs the pad of his finger over your clit in gentle, slow circles, before applying more pressure. You arch your back, gasping softly as he smirks. "There it is, there we go."

After a few more lazy rubs at your clit, he moves his finger to your entrance. "I'm gonna put it in now, okay?" You look down at his finger, slightly hesitant. He kisses your cheek reassuringly. "You can do it, baby. You can take it, I know you can. I'll go slow, and if you wanna adjust first, tell me. You can take it, baby. I'm here for you."

After a moment, you nod. He slowly slips his finger inside of you, disappearing into your dripping pussy. Your eyes widen, it isn't painful, it just feels a little odd. He looks up at you for any signs of discomfort before slowly pumping his finger into you. Your eyes widen- it feels good, really good. He kisses your neck, curling his fingers up and immediately finding that spot that makes you weak. You arch your back into his touch, moaning softly. "Oh? Does that feel good? You like that?" He smirks, knowing you do. "Yeah," you sigh in pleasure, and he continuously curls his fingers up to that spot. You feel tears pricking your eyes as you cling onto his shoulders, a knot in your forming inside of you.

"Izzy, I think I'm gonna cum..." you trail off, shuddering and trembling on his lap, he cusses under his breath, looking up at you. "Look at me, baby, I wanna see your face when you cum. You can do it, you can take it. Feels good, yeah?" His words send you off the edge, and you sob in pleasure. You cum all over his finger, gripping onto his shoulder as you do. "Fuck, Izzy..." "I know, I've got you..."

"Do you think you can take me? I'd need to use more than one finger." You nod quickly, burying your face into his neck, and he chuckles softly. "There's a good girl, you can do it." He slowly draws his finger back inside of your pussy, slowly slipping a second in. The new stretch kind of hurts, so you tap his shoulder, letting him know you need to adjust. He doesn't move his finger, not even slightly. After a moment, you tap his shoulder again, and he starts pumping his fingers inside of you once more, working you open. Your eyes widen- it feels even better than before. You moan and whimper at the feeling, and he looks up at you, getting off on just your face alone as he smirks. "Want another? I think you can take it, you're already so wet, two already slipped in with ease. What do you think?" You nod, already lost in bliss, but he stops moving inside of you, much to your dissatisfaction. "I'm sorry, baby, I just don't want you to cum yet."

Finally, he slips a third in, immediately thrusting all three in. He curls the up towards your g-spot, and you feel like you could cum right then and there. Izzy looks up into your eyes, and he almost cums at the sight alone. Your lips slightly parted, tears of pleasure flooding your eyes, god. You're such a gorgeous sight, he doesn't think he ever wants to stop. He's definitely gonna jack off to the thought of that look on your face alone. After another moment or so, he pulls his fingers out, sucking them clean. You whine at the loss of pleasure, desperate now. "Please, please, Izzy..." but he doesn't have to hear anymore. He lifts your hips off of him, unzipping his pants, and finally, pulling them down all the way. He slips out of his pants, then his boxers, freeing himself. You look down at his cock, eyes wide. "Baby, that's not gonna fit..." you tell him, and he shakes his head.

"It'll fit, baby. If not, I'll let you adjust. We can stop at anytime, too, if you want. Are you ready?" You nod hesitantly, and he lines himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushes in, half of his length already deep in you as he groans amd curses. He stops half-way in, letting you adjust. He feels your pussy pulse and clench down on him. That, and the look on your face, could make him cum alone. After a moment, you tap his shoulder, and he slowly slides the rest of his length in. You look down at his face, and it's heaven. His eyes roll back, hair matted to his forehead, he looks ansolutely gorgeous. You take a second to adjust, then grind your hips against his. He snaps out of his thoughts, starting to slowly roll his hips up to yours. You moan loudly, nuzzling into his neck, and he laughs at how cute you are. He starts moving his hips at a slow pace, his cock sliding in and out of your warm, wet pussy.

"Fuck, doll, so tight around me... you feel so good, just like that," he praises, his hand holding onto your arm in a soothing way, and he thrusts his cock up, brushing over your g-spot. You gasp, and he nods, starting to thrust into you a little faster, angling his hips to hit your g-spot with each thrust. You cry out in bliss, and you can tell you're not the only one close to orgasm. His eyes are hooded, and he looks up into yours, a desperate, loving look in both sets of eyes. He lets out a low moan, holding onto your hips as he nears climax. "Shit, gonna cum, baby... in, or out?" "In, I'm on birth control," he nods, and fucks into you so deep and good as he feels you cum around him. Your eyes roll back and you cling onto him as your orgasm shatters through you. He feels you clench down on him, and it's over. He releases inside of you, moaning loudly as he rides through his high with you. You both come down after a moment, panting heavily and sweating. He slowly, carefully, pulls out of you, and kisses your forehead.

"Did so good for me, baby. Did you like it?" He questions, hoping he did well enough for you, to which you giggle softly. "Best first time ever," and Izzy smiles. He cleans you both up, dressing you for bed, gets ypur some water, and then extends his arms out to cuddle you. You roll your eyes playfully, cuddling him as ypu both fall asleep.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you, too. Goodnight, Izzy."

"Goodnight."

I hope this was good, I haven't writren a fic in a while. 🤞🤞🤞

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