#izzy stradlin imagine

[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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[skinomyteethh]

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

₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘ first time nervousness

pairing: izzy stradlin x fem! reader.

summary: accidents happen!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[thesmokingguns]

25 Hours a Day w/ Izzy Stradlin

Minors DNI 18+

“Want to go somewhere quieter?” His eyes were dark in the dim lighting of the bar. All onyx gleam against mine as he waited for my reply.

The world got quiet for a second as heat flooded my cheeks as I nodded your head, watching him stare for a second too long before closing out the tab, slipping his hand on my lower back as you stood up ready to go.

Izzy smelled like the woods after the rain, the wet pine and forgotten secrets mixed with the harder edge of city life, whiskey and tobacco, making him so distinct. You were wrapped in the scent of him as he guided you through the crowd towards where he had parked the 60’s Chevelle in a glossy black that must have cost a fortune.

Not that izzy seemed to bat an eye about money, it was just another thing he had.

A chill racked your spine, his thumb pressing into the bones, running it up and down as he opened the passenger door for you, leaning in as you bent to get in.

“Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up soon.”

He was shutting the door for you, moving to the drivers side before you could gasp or call him out for what he had just said to you. His words leaving you with your mouth gasping like a fish out of water.

This was only my first date with him, despite this strange feeling that I knew him from somewhere. A memory just scratching at the surface but I hadn’t been able to bring it to the top yet.

I was aware he was driving me to his place, unsure if I should say something to him about it but feeling the nervous energy pulsing through your body, tingling you between your legs as my clit swelled with need and the damp desire flooded the silk panties I had slid on earlier today.

That same sense of will he see them now making my heartbeat wildly?

Izzy reached over, his veiny hand laying on my knee, a collection of cool silver rings chilling my skin as he turned his palm, walking his fingers up the flesh of my thigh as a shattered gasp of shocked want filled the air. A terror filled me as I realized that pant of want had escaped my lips. It was my needy sounds in the car.

“It’s okay, violet.” My eyes went from where he was resting his hand high on your thighs. HIs fingers lazily stroking with a surety that you weren’t sure existed in a bone of your body.

Violet? That wasn’t my name.

“On your lower back you have a birthmark, all violet in color and looking as soft as the petals of a flower.” He explained the nickname when he saw your confusion, my blush rising as I wondered how he knew about the spot that would only be clear in your swimsuits.

Sure I had spent time at the pool but that had been during the summer, weeks ago now that autumn had fully settled its dry bones over Indiana. Plus Izzy had been in LA, only visiting home recently to visit his family.

How could he have seen it?

But that information he didn’t volunteer to me with words. Instead he looked at me at the redlight, unafraid to make me wiggle uncomfortable in his gaze. He knew his effect on people and still didn’t care. He watched me in a way that was familiar, like his eyes had been on me for months and now you just realized all those times your hair had stood on end, looking around to see who caused me the feeling, was in front of me.

He smirked as he watched me swallow, his left hand moving to cup my jaw, thumb pressing where I had swallowed and trailing it down.

“Do you know how gorgeous you are?” The whisper was raspy with need and your eyes widened at the way he was affected by you.

As quick as he was on me he was off, pressing the gas as he squeezed my thigh, roaring down the street and getting closer to his house.

Everyone in our hometown knew where Izzy Stradlin lived. It was an old colonial style with so much land that you couldn’t even see it from the road. The wrought iron gates had been snuck over by local kids trying to get a glimpse of their celebrity. It had gotten to a point that Izzy hired a guard, who was currently opening the gates for the two of you to drive in.

Izzy nodded at the man as he drove down the drive, turning around the circular drive as he parked the car in front of the house, giving my thigh one more squeeze before jumping out and striding confidently to my side and pulling open the door for me.

“Before you come in, little violet, I’m going to give you a chance to back out of this.” I looked at him, shivering as leaves made sounds of bones tumbling in the wind. Autumn was craving to be winter. “I’ll drive you back to your house. Or you can come in and spend the night with me. I’m warning you. Think about this because I’m not sure I’m going to be able to let you go after one night. You might have found yourself well and truly fucked, little violet.”

Blinking I felt my heart speed up. Izzy was 29, eight years older than me. We hadn’t known each other in school and didn’t have mutual friends. Us meeting had been strange. He had walked into my job at the law firm, where I did clerical work with some guy my mom had dated at one point, and asked if I would have dinner with him. When I had blinked, confused he had gone on giving me a time and asking me my address, which I gave to him without thinking.

Sure enough at 6:55 my mother was yelling at me that he was here, her energy as excited as mine. My mother had me when she was 16 which made us close in a way that all our friends had always been jealous of.

When I walked down the stairs, wearing the slinky back top that tied in the back and tiny little denim skirt  with strappy heels I had stolen from her closet she had told me to call her if I wasn’t coming home, making me burn like the sun as I threw open the door as Izzy walked up to meet me.

His eyes had widened as he stole a final drag of his cigarette, the cherry at the end burning as bright as his eyes as he looked at me as if I was the first girl he had ever seen. But he recovered quickly, holding out his hand as he helped me into his car and whisking me off to dinner and drinks.

And now I was in front of his house having to make a choice if I wanted to sleep with him tonight; I knew that was what was going to happen if I went inside with him.

“Can I use your phone?” he blinked, confused before smirking, recovering as he nodded his head, helping me inside his house.

I slid off the wool jacket I was wearing, letting Izzy take it as he motioned to where the phone was in the hall and mentioning he was going to go get us drinks.

Calling home my mother reminded me to have fun, knowing that she had taught me my whole life how to be safe. It was the fun part that she thought I didn't have enough of.

Slipping from my heels I groaned a soft sense of freedom as I returned to my height. Bare feet on cool wood floors quietly moved around until I was in the soft glow of a fire, watching Izzy carefully stroke it as warmth filled the room.

As a log cracked his eyes lifted from the flames to me, pausing as if he just remembered I was there with him and he wasn’t alone. The look was enough to make me dizzy with need as I moved into the living room further as he set down the poker, stepping to meet me.

His arms fit around my body in a way that felt like we had done this a thousand times before and not just tonight.

“You’re staying?” I nodded, my tongue suddenly heavy as I watched the way his lips lifted in the barest of smirks, “I’m going to kiss you now, little violet.” His fingers pushed back my hair as he got closer, not breaking eye contact with me, “And when I kiss you, everything is going to change.”

Before I could ask when he meant he was pushing a palm into my lower back to bring us flush together, his left hand tilting my chin up and cupping my cheek as he pressed his lips against mine in a possessive dominance that made my toes curl.

My hands slid up, over the black button down he had worn to clasp behind his neck, pushing myself up as I opened my lips, deepening the kiss that we were sharing. Heart thundering as Izzy’s tongue dragged along mine, our tastes becoming something new. Something that was distinctively ours.

It was delicious.

All at once it wasn’t enough, I needed more of him.

“We have a lifetime, little violet.” he warned as I pushed my hips against his , feeling the hardness he had for me.

“I want to start my lifetime now.” Izzy’s eyes flashed in desire before he was swooping me up, letting me wrap my arms around his waist as he spun us towards the couch in front of the fire, laying me down on the leather.

His body over me as he pushed against me, making me groan in need as I pushed up against him as he kissed me, claiming me and needing me. Our hips grinding against each other. Just his pants and my panties as a barrier.

But Izzy made quick work of all that, leaving us breathless and naked between kisses as his cock jutted, hard and leaking dots of precum that had me hungry for his cock. I wanted to taste him instead of letting it go to waste.

“I don’t want a barrier between us.” I should have told him that he needed to wear a condom but I didn’t want a barrier either. I wanted all of him. I wanted to see the way my body coated him with my wetness, to see how he looked covered in me.

“I’m on the pill.” He nodded, pushing the head into me as I felt the way my lips parted, hands searching for something to gasp as I looked down.

Both of us were staring, watching the place between my legs where our two bodies were joining together. Inch by inch he claimed me, pulling out to watch the way I made his cock glisten with my cum before burying himself back inside of me. Both of us are entranced by the beauty of our two bodies together.

“Fuck.” Hearing him moan for me made me look up from where our desire was fueled and to his face. The way he watched my body, how he looked like I was his euphoria. It made my stomach knot with need.

Reaching out, I stroked his cheek, his eyes flashing up as he looked at me, Izzy was lost in me. His eyes not holding that calm collectiveness that he had displayed. He was losing himself and it was because of me.

Tugging his hair I pulled his lips to mine, sitting up as I slid him deeper inside of me,rolling his hips so that he could get deeper inside of me. Filling me in a way that had me so full I wasn’t sure I would be able to walk after this.

He wasn’t even going that fast or hard, taking it easy as if each second he was inside of me was a time that needed to be savored and appreciated. He was engrossed with me, so wrapped up as we panted, letting out sounds that I hadn’t know were possible against each others lips as we moved together to music that our bodies were performing.

“You’re perfect, little violet.” His thumb stroked the birthmark I had always been embarrassed about, turning my feelings into something beautiful. Making something I hadn’t been happy about into something beautiful for me.

I was so close, Izzy seemed to sense my buildup. He pulled from our kiss, eyes on my face like he didn’t want to miss a moment of pleasure between us.

“Let go for me. Let me see the way you look when you come on my cock for me. Let me see you, little violet.”  His words rattled me as I wanted to do it, wanted to have him watch me as I shattered apart for him.

My orgasm burst between us, his eyes widening in primal need as his hands gripped my hips, thrusting deeper, harder as he fucked me through my orgasm, letting me collapse against his couch as he covered me, chasing his own moment

“Izzy, fuck!” I cried out for him as my toes curled, a second orgasm shattering me and blinding my vision with tears.

“Yes, say my name again.”

“IZZY!” I cried out for him as I felt him, the warm thick feeling of being filled with ropes of cum as his cock rutted it deep inside of me, filling me with him before he laid against me, supporting most of his weight on his forearms as he tried to remember how to breathe.

The world was quiet chaos of crackling logs and breaths that shook our chests.

“I’ve been waiting months for you.” his lips kissed my collarbone as I tried to make sense of what he was saying to me, “Months of watching you just trying to be ready for you. I knew you were a hurricane. I just had to get ready for the storm.” His lips slid down as he kissed my stomach, my head heavy as I tried to make sense of what he was saying. “Lets get you showered. I need to take you again, little violet. I want to make love to you twenty five hours a day.” My heart finally threw its opinion out there. Taking over for my brain who wanted to live and my vagina who wanted him.

My heart knew we were well and truly fucked.

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[sadhornyygirl]

Hey!! if you have time would you mind writing some izzy stradlin smut maybe some semi public sex cause they were both so desperate

Of course my dear, I hope you like it

SEX CAR

 -Fuck, look at you. Bouncing on my dick like a desperate bitch.

 The car was parked somewhere, you and Izzy were going to a party, but you couldn't contain your excitement. Izzy doesn't seem to mind; he is very obsessed with you. His hands are on his breasts, which are now poking out over the dress, his cock throbbing inside you.

 -Ahhh, you hum, throwing your head back as he brings your chest close to his face, his stumbled cheeks brushing against the sensitive skin of your breasts. His lips wrap around an erect nipple, suckling generously as you cry out.

 -Izzy, you groan

  You move your hips some more, one hand in your hair while the other rests on his shoulder to keep you from falling backwards.

  -I'm just a whore for you.

 The smell of sex is almost overpowering, but it only turns you on even more. His eyes blur with more tears, and Izzy smiles at you as she bends down to rub hard, fast circles on your swollen clit.

 -Fuck you, baby, he says. -It is good? Is that why you're crying?

 You nod, leaning down to kiss his neck. You suck on the spot he loves so much, delighting in the loud moans it elicits. Your lips travel across his upper chest as he is exposed, your eyes flicking up to his as you rotate your hips. He whispers with pleasure, reaching out to wipe away the tears that still trickle down his face.

 -You're fucking hot when you cry, Izzy growls. -Especially when it's due to be ripped in half by my cock.

  His balls bumped obscenely against his ass, the skirt of her dress now pushed down over her breasts. Not for the first time tonight, you said thank you for skipping the panties.

  -That's fucking good.

 You bounce harder and harder on that thick cock that fills you up completely, you know you're close to coming.

 - Holy shit, Izzy groans

  He comes hard inside you. His hot seed floods your pussy, and you reach down to rub quick circles against your clit. You come a moment later, and Izzy watches as you come apart beneath him. He takes in the sight, kissing you with need as you start to come back to yourself. Then the two of you get ready, and he starts the car towards the party celebrating the band's record.

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[berzahoes]

you and me | izzy stradlin

summary: no matter what axl told him, izzy could never stop loving you.

an: it’s about time i wrote something for my man izzy <3 not an exact timeline of how things actually went but hey, that’s fanfiction for ya!

warnings: axl rose that should always be a warning

the moment izzy saw you, he swore he was in love. at the time, you were both in high school. he had long hair and beat up shoes that were years old. on the other hand, you were the nicest clothes and shoes while your hair was perfectly cut and brushed. he noticed that you always wore a locket, maybe a family member had given it to you as a present.

you were known as the nicest girl in school. nobody had anything bad to say about you until a certain lead singer saw how in love his friend was with you.

“she’s a prude. why waste your time on her?”

izzy would immediately defend you. “you don’t know her. stop saying shit if you don’t know her.”

it was after your high school graduation that you and izzy began to talk. your family had thrown you a party. as you were helping your mom bring in decorations from her car, izzy just so happened to walk by since your houses were close to each other. you noticed him and waved for him to come over. he couldn’t believe that the most popular girl from high school was about to talk to him.

“hi, jeffrey.” you said in your sweet voice that izzy loved.

“you know my name?” he asked.

“well, yeah. we went to the same elementary school. remember mrs. smith? she wore those big glasses?” you said.

“i remember now and i remember you doing a project about the ocean and you said your favorite animal was a betta fish and some kid made fun of you for liking a fish.” he realized how much information he remembered. was it normal to remember all that? he probably looked like a creep—

“it still is. it’s a pretty fish.”

izzy only nodded.

“do you want to come over later? i’m having a graduation party and i would love for you to come.”

“yeah, thanks. maybe i’ll drop by. i’ve been busy with my band.”

“you’re in a band? that’s cool! what kind of music do you play?”

izzy wished he didn’t even the band, but at the same time, he wanted to share what he loved with you. “it’s just a . . band. you know, rock, we play that.”

“cool, maybe i can come see you guys perform?” you questioned.

“if you don’t mind sitting on a old couch in a garage.” he joked.

“every band starts somewhere, jeff.”

“izzy, i go by izzy.” he was nervous about what you thought about his name. did you like it? did you hate it so much that it made you not want to talk to him ever again?

“well, izzy, i still mean what i said.”

during the party, you introduced izzy to your parents. izzy thought it was a bad idea since most parents took one look at him and instantly thought he looked like trouble. but your parents weren’t that type.

“mom, dad, this is izzy. we went to the same elementary school. he graduated too.” you said as izzy shook hands with your parents.

“nice to meet you, izzy. congratulations on your graduation. any plans for your future?” your mom immediately asked.

“honey, the boy just got out of school. the last thing he wants to do is think about college,” your dad said. “our daughter says she wants to travel for a bit before she goes to college. we told her that as long as she has the money and she’s with someone we trust, she can travel as much as she can.”

then you whisper something into izzy’s ear that had both of your parents wondering. when you finished, izzy chuckled and nodded.

“he let me say this, izzy is actually in a band.” you blurted out.

“a band? that’s great. you know, i was almost in a band once. . .” your dad spoke.

and that was your cue to take izzy someplace else so you ended up in your old treehouse that your dad built. the party was still going on as you and izzy layed on the wooden floor.

“do you want to go to college?” izzy asked.

you sighed. both your parents went to college so they expected you to go as well. but all of you wanted to do was travel. you were born and raised in lafayette, the only time you went out of state was for your cousin’s wedding in georgia that you didn’t remember because you were five years old.

“I don’t know. you know how our teachers always say you have to go to college to get a good job and good money? i don’t think that. i want to go anywhere, everywhere. i don’t need a math degree or read shakespeare,” you explained. “i want to go to los angeles, i want to experience it so bad.”

“then let’s go.” izzy said casually.

“what?” you turned to him.

“let’s go to los angeles, you and me.” he repeated.

“but what about your band?” you asked.

“we were never going to make it out of the garage anyways. maybe los angeles has something for me.”

so after a few weeks, it was decided. you and izzy were going to the city of angels. when you told your parents, they were hesitant, but you reminded them of your dad’s words. they helped you pack and even gave you extra money so you wouldn’t worry.

back at izzy’s house, axl was trying to talk him out of leaving, especially with ‘the prude’ as he nicknamed you. but izzy wasn’t listening to him. he continued packing as axl listed all the reasons why it was a bad idea.

“she’s not going to survive the streets of los angeles, izzy. look at her! she’s going to break and then she’ll come back crying to mommy and daddy.” axl stated.

“she won’t because she’ll have me.” izzy replied.

“then you’re both dead.”

soon, you and izzy were on your way to los angeles. your parents had payed for your plane tickets. when the plane touched down in lax, you smiled at the feeling of being out of indiana.

“you ready?” izzy asked, grabbing your hand.

you nodded. “ready.”

1982

you and izzy now called los angeles your home. it took months of working and saving up money, but you and izzy found a nice small house in a good neighborhood. your parents often called to make sure you were okay. you would sometimes find izzy on the phone with your dad.

when you and izzy arrived to the city of angels, you immediately started looking for a job. a record store owner hired you since the store had just opened and the way only had two employees. it was definitely a dream job for you.

it was a spring break when izzy’s friend, axl, decided to join you and permanently move to los angeles.

“you’re still here?” axl asked you when he saw you walk through the door of your house. he was sitting on the couch, feet up on the coffee table. he definitely took the phrase ‘make yourself at home’ too literally.

“yes, axl, i’m still here. this is my home.” you clarified as you walked towards your and izzy’s shared room. you dropped your purse on the floor then threw yourself on the bed. you were exhausted from work and all you wanted to do was sleep, but of course when axl rose is in your house, sleep is not an option.

“hey, you hungry?” you heard izzy ask from the doorway.

you could smell mac and cheese. “not right now, izzy. my feet hurt, i have a headache and i have the opening shift tomorrow.” you groaned.

“you have to eat something.” izzy encouraged.

“she doesn’t want to eat, let her starve i guess.” axl took the pot of mac and cheese from izzy’s hands so he could eat it.

“what is he still doing here?” you had enough and got up from your bed.

“don’t even start with me, bitch!” you heard axl yell as izzy closed the door to your bedroom.

“i’ll make him leave. he’s only here because we were rehearsing. we got a few gigs coming up. i promise he’ll be gone soon.” izzy assured you.

“he just gets in my nerves.” you sighed.

“i know. but he’ll be gone soon and you and i can continue where we left off this morning.” he started kissing you. then axl happened.

“you guys fucking in there?” he pounded his fists on the door.

“i’m going to fucking kill him.”

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[you-can-call-me-wanda]

Love Drunk

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x Reader

A/N: please someone enjoy this because I wrote like twenty versions of this I swear

“Ha! I can see your ass!”

In different circumstances, Izzy would have found your current inebriated state to be quite humorous. In fact, he had even been laughing back when the two of you had been at the bar with his bandmates not too long ago. There, it was all fun and games while you danced with Steven like a crazy person and made crude jokes with Duff.

However, after you left the bar and you and Izzy had begun your journey home, things became less, well, laughable.

It had started out alright. It was only a seven-block walk to your place from the bar. You were still laughing about something Duff had told you and Izzy was admiring your smile and the rosy hue on your cheeks that the alcohol had brought on. Less than half a block into your walk home though, you stumbled on the sidewalk (probably due to the fact that you were wasted), fell, and twisted your ankle. Now, Izzy was carrying you home, your body slung over his shoulder haphazardly. Izzy, who was not the biggest guy, was now stumbling himself as he struggled to carry your dead-weight for the seven-block walk home. You, after you’d stopped crying about your ankle of course, were having the time of your life seemingly, slung over Izzy’s shoulder contentedly and babbling on.

“Iz, I can see your ass,” you said again with a giggle.

Izzy merely grunted as he readjusted you on his shoulder.

“Okay, babe,” he said, barely focused on your words and cursing under his breath as his feet stumbled again on the uneven pavement. The last thing he needed to do right now was wipe out whilst carrying you.

“Izzy, I love your butt,” you continued, completely disregarding any of the struggles your boyfriend was facing. “You have the cutest tush, y’know?”

Your words were practically slurred to the point where Izzy had to strain to try to understand what you were trying to say, but the following squeeze you gave his butt got your point across well enough. Izzy couldn’t help the blush that spread across his face at your actions and he rolled his eyes, thankful that his friends were no longer with you two to witness what was currently happening. He could only imagine what they would have to say if they were to witness his current predicament.

“I shouldn’t have ever let you agree to that drinking competition with Slash,” he said, choosing to ignore your comments regarding his backside and your accompanying groping.

“But it was fun,” you protested, momentarily distracted from your boyfriend’s butt after being reminded of the drinking contest you had participated in earlier. “And I won!”

“(Y/N), you did not win,” Izzy said, thinking back to how badly you’d been outdrunk by Slash. His bandmate had probably drunk five times more than what you had been able to consume and in half the time too. The contest had still gotten you sufficiently drunk though (clearly).

“Well, I feel like a winner,” you replied.

Izzy could practically hear the grin in your voice and was unable to keep a smile of his own from forming at your drunken commentary. He had to admit that he was quite smitten with your drunken personality.

Truth be told too; this was Izzy’s first time seeing you in such a state. Sure, you’d gotten tipsy before with him, but this was the first time he’d ever seen you full-on drunk before. For Izzy it was intriguing to see someone, who was usually much more shy and reserved, break out of their shell with just a little liquid courage.

“You won’t feel like much of a winner come morning-time,” Izzy told you, just imagining the terrible hangover you would be facing when you woke up tomorrow.

You laughed again and Izzy couldn’t help but smile with you despite his feelings that you weren’t fully registering the meaning of his words.

“Are you coming home with me, Izzy?” you asked, question brought on by the mention of the next morning.

Izzy nodded despite knowing you couldn’t see it happen from your current position.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m taking you home right now, remember?”

“Is your butt coming too?” you giggled.

You really couldn’t let the butt thing go.

You managed to snake your arms around Izzy’s body awkwardly as he continued to carry you over his shoulder, stroking your fingers along the silky fabric of his shirt absentmindedly as you did so.

“Yes,” Izzy said with a sigh, trying in vain to pretend as if he couldn’t feel your drunken touch tickle his sides. “I don’t really have a choice in that matter, do I?”

You let out another laugh and Izzy rolled his eyes again. You really were quite the lightweight.

“You’re funny, Iz.”

Izzy adjusted you in his arms again as he continued walking.

“You talk a lot more when you’re drunk,” Izzy told you teasingly. “Did you know that?”

“I’ve got a lot to say,” you replied.

“Yeah?” Izzy asked. “Like what?”

He had a feeling he just personally invited the floodgates to open up with that question, but he didn’t care. Your babbling was too cute to mind.

You were silent for a beat as if thinking.

“Like… that you smell good, and brandy tastes gross, and your back is warm,” you eventually came up with.

Izzy hummed lightly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and your pants are tight, and I love that,” you continued.

Izzy snorted.

“I mean it, I love your pants. I love you Izzy.”

Your boyfriend’s heart fluttered at your easy heartfelt confession. Though you told him plenty of times how much you loved him when you were sober, there was something strangely endearing about how you said it to him now.

“I love you too,” he said to you.

“Even when you have to carry me?” you asked.

“Even then,” Izzy confirmed.

You nuzzled your face into his back and another smile crept up onto Izzy’s face.

“Izzy?”

“Yes, my love?” he replied.

“I can still see your ass.”

His smile dropped. It was going to be a long night.

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[issie-https]

Beach Baby

Axl Rose X Reader

A/n: Axl being a dad is something I think about A LOT! Anyways, enjoy this❤️

Word count: 678(another short one, sorryyyyy)

Warnings: None :)

Masterlist

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“Don't eat the sand," Axl said, pulling our daughter's hand away from her mouth and dusting the sand off. Today was the day our daughter, Flora, was going to get to have a paddle in the sea for the first time. "She's not gonna listen," I said, rubbing sunscreen into her arms, face and legs. "She will eventually," He replied. "Why don't you take her for a splash in the sea?" I asked. "No, I'm too nervous," he answered, repeating the same actions each time our daughter decided to turn her attention away from her snacks and to the sand. "You'll both be fine, sit just after where the waves crash and sit with her on your lap," I suggested, turning to Axl with the sunscreen bottle in hand. "Maybe in a se- Put. The. Sand. Down. Devil baby," he groaned, shaking her arm slightly, making her giggle. "Do you want me to top up your sunscreen?" I asked, laughing at his comment. "Yeah but don't get it in my hair again," he mumbled. "Shut up whining, Flora whines less than you," I laughed, rubbing some lotion onto his back. "She has less hair than me and she also cares significantly less than I do," he said, holding his hair. I just mumbled an 'Mhm' and rubbed the cream onto his face.

We sat in the sand for a few more minutes before we headed to the sea for Flora's first paddle. "Y/n, what if she doesn't like it?" He said worried. "Axl, she'll be fine, I promise," I assured him, fixing our daughters hat. She looked so adorable in her little pink swimsuit and her straw beach hat that sat atop her hair, in small quantity but visibly the same colour as her father's hair. "How deep do we go?" He asked, walking into the water. "Waist height for us, belly height for her," I replied, lacing my arm through his free arm. "On the count of 3," I said. "1... 2... 3," We both counted. On 3, he dunked our daughter into the water, up to her tummy. "Yay!" I cooed, smiling as she splashed her arms in the water. "I thought she would hate this like she does with baths," he said. "She's picky like you I guess," I joked, earning a look from him. "I'm not picky, just a perfectionist," he grumbled, putting Flora back on his hip. "Which is a different word for picky," I mumbled. He pushed me backwards by my chest, making me fall into the sea. "MY HAT IS WET NOW!" I shouted when I got back up, grabbing my hat that was floating away. "You would think so, it fell in the ocean," he said, laughing to himself. "I hate you," I scowled at him. "Oh really? Is that why we have a baby together then?" He mocked. "Shut it," I said, poking his side.

He dunked Flora back in the water, twirling her a bit, making her giggle and splash. Her smile, the exact same as Axl's. "I want fifty more," He said, bobbing her in and out of the water. "You're lucky you have one. Count your fucking blessings," I slightly scolded. "How about three more?" He said. "One more," I protested. "Two more," he begged. "One more or no more," I murmured. "Fine," he sulked. "Pick that lip up and just enjoy the time you have with Flora," I scolded. "I am. WHY ARE YOU EATING THE WATER!" He yelled, picking her back up. "You eat so much, you get great meals and milk, however, you prefer sand and sea water. Fucking weirdo," I laughed.

We went and sat back on the sand, drying off a bit. "Oh my god, Y/n, look," he whispered, nudging my arm. I looked beside me to see Flora asleep on Axl's chest. "Stay still, I need a picture," I said. I grabbed my camera out of the beach bag and snapped a couple of shots. My baby girl and my handsome husband looking as content as can be.

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[gaysnrosess]

Part 2 of proving my point that Izzy and Axl were secretly a couple:

literally not a single soul in this world could make Izzy smile like this

“i wanna sing with you” “as you wish my lord”

an “i love you” on stage

this concert is a prove that they were in love

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[duffslut]

Skateboarding

Izzy Stradlin x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 447

Warnings: Fluff!

- Just trust me, okay? - Izzy said, resting one of his hands gently on your waist as you climbed onto his skateboard.

Your body was shaking like jelly, Izzy had finally convinced you to go skating with him after you used every excuse you had thought of.

- It's too high. - You whined when you were alone on the board, with an attentive Izzy at your side with arms ready to catch you if you fell.

- Baby we're not even on the ramp. - Izzy chuckled. - I'll give you a little push, and you will keep it in a straight line, okay?

You nodded, planting your feet on the board and closing your eyes as Izzy placed his hands on your hips and pressed a kiss to your neck before gently pushing your back to give you momentum.

You just followed in a straight line until the skateboard stopped naturally, you didn't even had to put your feet on the ground.

- Holy shit did you see that? Did you see? - You asked as you ran towards Izzy, who looked a little embarrassed to have a few other skaters watching him.

He gave you a toothless smile and you hugged him, feeling more confident than ever as you carried Izzy and his skateboard to the top of a ramp.

- Babe are you sure about this? - Izzy asked worriedly, holding your hand tightly as you climbed onto his skateboard again, ready to roll down the small ramp.

You nodded, Izzy still looked a little uncertain, but he released you, and it was just before you started down the ramp that you twisted your foot and fell to the ground, scraping your knees.

- Shit! - Izzy cursed, running up to you and picking you up as easily as if you were a baby. - Are you okay? Is it hurting?

You moaned a "no" in response, even though the skin on your knee was burning and you were flushed with embarrassment.

- This place ain't for people like you girl! get the fuck out of here you and your punk ass boyfriend! - One of the guys sitting on a ramp yelled as you and Izzy walked by.

- I'd watch your mouth if I were you mate, you better shut the fuck up before I shut it for you. - Izzy yelled back at them, about to go to their group, but you grabbed him by the arm and he calmed down.

- It's okay babe. - You said, limping to the nearest bench in the square where Izzy tended to you and bandaged your wounds.

- What? - Izzy asked when he realized you were staring at him with a passionate smile on your lips.

- That was pretty hot. - You said.

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[nikkistradlinhemmings]

Dream girl// Izzy stradlin Part two <3

-female y/n-

(Part one- https://www.tumblr.com/nikkistradlinhemmings/737898698973069312/dream-girl-izzy-stradlin-smut-part-one )

(Sorry if there are any mistakes, I have not yet properly proofread)

Warnings: P & V sex, losing virginity, oral sex, fingering, submissive, dirty talk, smoking, swearing, alcohol, partying, etc….

Summary: Izzy had a really realistic dream of a fellow famous rockstar daughter. He tried to find her and bumps into her at her house party.

…Despite the sudden realization, there was one question still lingering in the back of his head... did she actually exist? Where did this dream come from? A part of him can't help but be extremely curious about her. The desire to meet her again lingers deeply within him. His mind starts to wonder more and more... could she actually exist? He knows it was just a dream, but something about her felt so real. Her beauty and personality were a unique combination, not something you could find everywhere. This dream made him feel something he hasn't felt in a long time; genuine desire. His curiosity is now at the highest point it's ever been, he feels an overwhelming feeling to actually be with her… to have her in his life.

Just the thought of her being the daughter of a famous rockstar intrigues him. After all, she did carry many of the same characteristics of a famous rockstar herself - her beauty, her personality, her toughness. It's clear that her father's fame had given her a unique mindset. That alone was intriguing to him. But it also made him curious, who exactly is the famous rockstar? Who is her father?

At this point, Izzy's mind is set. He's finally got a hint to the identity of the beautiful, blonde woman in his dream. Her father is a famous rockstar, that is all that matters at this moment. But in order to find out who he is, Izzy has to do some serious research. He starts searching for any hints that could point him in the right direction.

Izzy looks through a bunch of magazines and newspapers he found in his room. After 10 minutes of looking. Izzy freezes as he's reading the article on Steven Tyler's daughter. He looks at a photo of her and immediately recognizes her. His dream wasn't just a dream, he was really looking at images of the real girl he saw in his dream. whose name, y/n, is even one of the most unique names he'd ever heard. So this is who she was?!

“DUDEEE!!!” Slash screams as he rams into Izzy’s room. “you gotta come to this party tonight, at Steven Tyler’s daughters house it’s gonna be sick” slash spoke again being all excited. “Have you met y/n?” Slash talked so fast Izzy couldn’t get a words or a reaction in. Izzy was so dumbfounded when slash mentioned y/n the girl form his dreams, his dream girl… did slash know her?

Izzy's eyes widen in surprise.

"Um, no dude, I haven't met her. But something about her just seems so special, like she's different in a good way. And, I mean, just look at her. Her beauty and her toughness, she's the type of girl you want at your side in a long-term relationship. Have you met her? Do you know her?"

“I’ve met her once, she as on tour the same time we here on, we stayed in the same hotel together, you where sleeping the whole time cos you were drug fucked, but yeah, axl, duff and Steven and I have all met her she is a pretty cool girl to hang with, she is not a hoe like other girls we know, axl tried to hit on her and she slapped him… it was funny…. Well get ready so we can go!!”

Izzy smiles as Slash leaves his room. He couldn't believe what he had just heard, it felt almost too good to be true. If they are going to the party tonight, then he will finally have a chance to meet his dream girl again.

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It's now later in the night, and Izzy and the guys have finally arrived at the party. As they get out of the car, Izzy is extremely nervous. He's excited to see her again, but now he has to actually make a decision on how he will approach her.

he saw erini walking with Tom keifer, Izzy remembered that every rockstar likes to hit on y/n. He's going to have to find a way to be different than all the other guys in order to make a good impression with her. Izzy can't help but be irritated by how close they seem to be. And now here's his dream girl, just laughing and joking with another celebrity as if it's the most natural thing ever.

He watched as she sat at a table with vixens, and warrant, and poison and bon jovi, Cinderella, Tommy and nikki, ratt, Hanoi rocks. This is really not helping his mood. His dream girl is sitting at a table full of celebrities, almost like she's one of them. It's pretty clear that she's not the type of girl who is impressed by fame or popularity, but that just makes her more appealing to Izzy. He can't help but be jealous of the guys that are surrounding her. He would have loved to be in that circle, it must feel special.

Y/n looks up at Izzy and notices him, she looks at him like she knows him, she told her friend she will be right back and walks up to izzy

Izzy's eyes widen when he sees her come up to him. If it was her that walked up to him, than that meant he stood out more than anyone else that was at the party. That feeling inside him instantly gives him a boost of confidence. He couldn't believe he was actually talking to the girl he was dreaming about just a few hours ago. He felt an overwhelming sense of desire for her, but he could not let that interfere with his judgement.

“You had the dream too?” She asked being face to face with him.

Izzy's mind was suddenly going a million miles a minute. What did she mean, did she have a similar dream as him?!

"You mean, you had a dream about me too?"

“I did We where at a table in the rainbow, I remember we where talking and I pulled you over the table and kisses you”

*Izzy's eyes widened at this point. But he couldn't help but smile at this point

"Y/n, this is crazy. Not only were our dreams were the same, but it's almost like we were meant to meet. I feel this connection with you."

“Wait… Hold that thought Izzy”

Izzy was taken aback by this sudden pause in the conversation. He wasn't sure what she would say next, and was hoping that she wasn't going to break away from this moment.

Y/n grabs him the same way in their dream by the shirt but this time they where Standing so she pulls him down to her hight and kisses him feeling the same passion and desire in the dream.

Izzy's body reacts on pure instinct as she pulls him in to kiss him. He's experiencing the same passionate and intense feeling that he felt in his dreams. Now that he's experiencing this in real life, the feeling is all the more sweet and memorable. This connection was like an unseen force pulling them together, it was such an euphoric feeling.

the kiss got more passionate, y/ns tongue started to explore Izzy’s mouth, she tastes like whisky, like in the dream she said whisky was her favourite drink.

Suddenly y/n breaks the kiss, which makes Izzy nervous.

“I’ve never felt like this before Izzy, wtf, what’s this feeling” A sense of relief washes over Izzy when she asks this question. She really did feel the same way that he did in their dream. This feeling really was real. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt something so intense as this, and now he's starting to realize that he didn't want it to go away.

"I'm not quite sure either. I felt this same connection with you, and I wanted to feel it in real life too. It's as if this feeling is an unseen force, it just pulls us together with such desire."

“Fuck Izzy I feel addicted to you… I’m not joking… fuck it I don’t care”

Izzy felt her fingers wrap around his hair, and that instantly triggered all of his emotions at once. He felt his heart start to pound. He felt the desire, the passion, he felt every emotion he had ever felt for her coming through in this one moment. When she pulled him down for another kiss, his body instantly reacted the same way by leaning in to kiss her back. His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her close as he let the intense rush of emotions take over his body. They remained locked in the kiss, all of the same feelings from the dream flooding in, except this time it was real. They didn't care who was watching this time, all that mattered was that they were together, having this intense relationship that they both felt was more than just a dream. It was like their physical connections could be felt beyond the mere touch of their bodies, it was as if they could feel the unseen force connecting them both, it was all flowing smoothly through their bodies.

Their kisses began to get more intense, more passionate than before. All that mattered now was the feeling of being with each other. These kisses were more than just passionate, they were like a rush of emotions taking over them. Their bodies were being consumed by the intense heat between them, a heat that was only getting stronger by the second.

“Uhh Izzy? Do you wanna go? Up stairs to my uh room?”

He didn't even need to respond with words, he just smiled and nodded his head in a very enthusiastic yes. This girl was definitely different than all the rest. She didn't want to take things slow. All she wanted to do was to express herself fully with him, no reservations.

As they walk upstairs hand in hand the desire grew bigger and bigger finally making through y/n bedroom door way, he grabs her and pick her up, while closing the door with his foot, then lightly slamming her against the wall.

“Please be my first Izzy” she whispered seductively, He was so tempted but he also felt guilty at the same time. She was a virgin, this was her first time. Was it wrong to just take it for himself? That thought was still there but was slowly starting to become a small thought in the background now. His desire over his guilt was becoming even stronger. His body started leaning in even closer now.

“Izzy I can tell you feel guilty and don’t I know you want it… fuck I want it too, I want you and only you… and I’ll give you head”

Her words sent another wave of desire coursing through Izzy's body. This was really happening, it was finally happening.

She practically jumps out of his arms and pulls him by his shirt to the end of her bed, sitting him down, on the edge, she starts to unzip his pants, he lets out a loud low groan, he throws his head back and she sits on the ground in between his legs and takes out his member, it was that hard and huge it slapped against his stomach, the desire he felt for her was more then ever before, she holds his cock with two hands, licks the tip, slightly teasing him,

“Fuckkk y/nnn, just put ur pretty little mouth around I can’t wait anymore!!” He groans pretty loudly, lucky there was a party going on so on one could hear a thing,

Y/n did so, she lightly and slowly put her mouth around his tip, Izzy’s moans got louder as the seconds go by, his hand goes in her hair, slightly pulling her more down on his cock making her gag and, “ohh fuck y/n” his moans echoed in her bedroom. He pushed her head up and down his cock, every time he hit the back of her throat making her gag, tears began to run down her face from the pain of his huge cock fitting into her mouth, “o-o-oh ur a dirty little slut for me huh?” He couldn’t barely speak from the pleasure that he was feeling from her deep throating him, before Izzy’s moans got even louder he pulled her off his dick, and kissed her mouth, passionately making out with y/n, and taking her clothes off, “I’ll go easy on you at first.. understand my little whore?” He wants her so bad the desire has him in a choke hold, she has him a choke hold, “y-yes”

He flips her on her back, and his hands run along her naked body “oh my dear” he admires her body, his hands stop at her hips and he pulls her more tightly, “have you have anything done to you? Or are you like a proper virgin?”

“I-l’ve never had someone do anything to me besides kissing”

“Oh such a good girl” he said rubbing her clit, she gasped as he teased her with his hands, one rubbing her clit and the other had his index finger teasing her folds.

He puts one finger in her tight virgin pussy, she was already wet, it was easy making virgins wet. “Oh baby we gotta stretch this tight little pussy out before I shove my cock so deep you will be drooling my cum” he said as he started to pump slowly into her hole, they felt like the only people in the world, all that mattered was each other, Izzy didn’t want to hurt her, he wants to first time to be amazing, he feels like he is already being to rough with her but she seems to like it.

He added his middle finger and started to stretch out her pussy, but he didn’t want to go that hard he didn’t want her to cum just yet, her naked body, her reaction to his fingers, they way she throws her head back in pleasure makes him want to do some really naughty things to her,

He slowly removed his fingers and placed him in her mouth and started to finger her mouth, as he lines up his huge dick to her entrance.”are you sure about this?” He asked wanting for her to respond, she nodded and looked at him with beginning eyes as his fingers wheee still in her mouth.

He started to tease her cunt with his tip, slapping it against her clit, teasing her entrance with it, with out warning he slowly pushes it in, they both could feel her walls slowly stretching, tearing her open practically, tears running down her face, he looks up at her and whips her tears away, “it’s okay you will adjust to it very soon” he made it all the way in, she could feel him in her stomach, he gave her a couple of seconds with out moving her to adjust.

he started to thrust deep into her already hitting her g spot instantly, they both moan each others names pretty loudly, he grips her waist pretty tight, well her nails clawed into his back, “f-f-fuck Izzy I’m going to cum!” She practically screams in pleasure…

“Be a good girl and cum for me, can you do that? Cum for me y/n” as he spoke to her with a very dominant tone, her organism came straight away, she was pure euphoric, her and Izzy where the only people on plant earth, all she could think about was him and this moment, her walls tightened around his cock, which made him moan, she came all over Izzy dick.

10 seconds after she came Izzy thrusted one more time and came in her, he was right, she felt like she could taste him, he loved this moment with her, he never wants it to end, he has never came for any girl like this so fast, he want her. She wants him. “Oh shit imma need more plan b” y/n said kinda laughing, Izzy laughed along with her. “But first let’s get you cleaned up okay?” He said in a caring tone, nodded and Izzy helped her to the bathroom, she could barely walk, she ripped her open, he felt bad that he has hurt her like this but happy that he spent this moment with her.

After Izzy helped her clean up, he helped her back into bed and laid down next to her, and wraps his arms around her body and pulls her close,

“I never want to let you go…”

“Then don’t”

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[psych0-str1ngs]

Jealous Words- Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Authors Note: Guys THIS IS SO GREAT I LOVE HAVING REQUESTS, @undertakerswhore

Warnings: P in V, oral M! receiving, dirty talk

You were sat in between Axl and Duff, and you were completely. shitfaced. You were giggling and joking with Axl while Izzy was across the dressing room with Slash and Steve.

“Wait i have an idea,” you laughed trying to be quiet.

“What?” Axl asked, tapping his cigarette on the ash tray.

“We should make Izz jealous,” I giggled, whispering in his ear.

He chuckled and put his hand on my thigh, you batted you eyelashes at him. He put the cigarette to your lips, you dragged the smoke into your mouth before french inhaling and exhaling the smoke. Izzy’s eyes bored into Axl’s soul.

“Dude i think it’s working,” Axl laughed, putting his arm your shoulder, you leaned into him.

“Oh for sure,” I laughed loudly.

“You’re definitely getting it tonight,” Axl said taking another drag.

I slapped his chest and blushed deeply. Izzy walked up to the coffee table.

“Oh hi baby,” You smiled up at him.

“Let’s go,” He said holding his hand out to you.

“Nooo!” You slurred. “Im gonna stay here”

“No you’re not,” He said. “C’mon Y/n”

The boys whooed, hooting and hollering. You blushed, and rolled your eyes before getting up and grabbing his hand.

“Bye guys!!!” You giggled, Axl winked at you.

Izzy quickly pulled you out of the dressing room before pulling you into him, his hand holding your jaw firmly.

“How dare you,” He said lowly “you think it’s funny flirting with my bandmates?”

“A little bit,” you smirked up at him.

“You better hope you can walk tomorrow,” He let go of your jaw and continued walking to your car.

You pulled out your keys, ready to drive. He grabbed the keys out of your hands quickly, glaring at you. You sighed and got in the passenger seat. After backing out of the parking spot, his hand landed on your thigh.

“You are so fucking in for it,” He said, shaking his head.

You looked at him, blushing deeply. He looked at you for a split second before pulling into your driveway. He got out of the car and walked quickly to the door, unlocking it and pushing you through it. You giggled and walked through the front door, sliding off your leather jacket. Izzy spun you around, picking you up by your thighs and walking to your shared bedroom.

"Izzy!" You giggled.

He threw you on the bed roughly, quickly pulling off his shirt. His hands slide down your sides, hiking up your dress and ripping your tights off.

"Those were my only pair that wasn't ripped!" You whined.

"Shut up," His rough hand ran up your body. "On your knees, now"

You quickly complied, biting the inside of your cheek. Izzy sighed, seeing the sight of your wet cunt, glistening slightly. You felt his bare chest press against your back, he leaned on your back.

"Do you know what's going to happen now?" He breathed out lowly, his hands found your ass, squeezing lightly.

"n-no," You stuttered.

"I'm going to fuck you until I feel satisfied," He smacked your ass roughly. "And you wont make a single peep, do you understand?"

"Yes sir," You said lowly.

He gave your ass one more smack before pulling his leather pants down, and grabbing his length. Izzy rubbed his tip up and down your folds slowly before slamming into you. You widened your eyes slightly before screwing them shut. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pounding into you. He kept his pace, quick and rough, he leaned down to your ear again.

"You see what happens when you flirt with my band mates?" He asked, still pounding into you. "You get used, you're mine to fuck, and only mine."

You nodded before feeling a sharp hand slap your ass again.

"Words," His deep voice spoke.

"I'm only yours Izz, I promise," You said quickly, trying not to moan.

He chuckled, and continued. The tip of his cock hitting your G-spot repeatedly. You bit the inside of your lip, so hard you almost drew blood. Izzy's hips hit against yours, faltering lightly before pulling out and cumming on your ass. He sighed, breathing heavily. He tapped your thigh.

"On your back," He said stepping back a bit.

You flipped onto your back, looking up at him. He walked up in between legs, pulling you down a bit. Izzy's lips hit yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth, your hand weaved in his hair. He pulled away, your soft delicate fingers ran down his chest, your eyes looked into his. He pushed his dick into you suddenly. Your eyes rolled back into your head.

His hands gripped your legs, pushing his dick into you repeatedly. your legs shook and twitched before you came, sighing heavily. After a few short moments, he came again, quickly pulling out and ejaculating on your stomach. You both breathed heavily. He smiled down at you, kissing your nose lightly before walking off to the bathroom.

"You coming?" He asked.

"Y-yeah," You got up, and walked over with him.

THE END (sorry if this is a little disjointed, it's not my proudest work :()

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[skinomyteethh]

₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘ skinomyteeth introduction!

୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆ angie or ang. she/her. leo. half finnish. half mexican. violinist. archer. photographer. journalist. psychology nerd. i write fan-fiction for 60s-90s musicians. i speak spanish, english, french, finnish and german. requests are always open.

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮ bands & groups i write for: metallica, megadeth, guns n' roses, motley crue, aerosmith, bon jovi, van halen, the doors, L.A. guns, led zepplin, hanoi rocks, poison, ramones, skid row, etc.

all i ask is that you’re patient w me i might not answer your message or ask right away, i promise im not ignoring you!! I don’t write any “heavily dark” or dark content (things that involve incest, pedophilia, heavy gore, abuse of any kind, and no piss or other questionable kinks. don’t b scared to send req for drabbles i promise u im v nice!! I write do smut, I sadly don't write for male readers but I do write gender neutral stories if requested, if you wanna be friends just hmu on here! im free almost all the time

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[thesmokingguns]

Naive

Breaking up wasn’t part of the plan. They were supposed to be endgame but as Izzy got out of his car and looked at his house, the one with the navy blue shutters that he had bought with her while whispering about the children they would raise in the spare rooms upstairs, he saw the aftershocks of warfare. 

His clothes were on the lawn, some of them had been burned from the way that smoke hung in the air and the charred remains smoldered like a warning as he walked up his driveway. The daffodils he had planted for her had been ripped out in a rage, the holes where they had been a reminder of their beauty. But it was his front door, thrown open and letting everyone look inside the clearly empty house that was the real proof that his wife was not going to be running out to greet him with a kiss after the tour. 

Which was fair because he had cheated on her. 

Yes, he was the cliche. The rockstar who couldn’t keep it in his pants. 

But to make it so much worse, it had been his ex-girlfriend who he had fallen back into bed with after a particularly bad show that Axl had shown up two hours late to. Izzy had been so mad and drunk that he had gone backstage, snorted a few lines and the next thing he remembered was the lights of a camera flashing and his cock in someone that was definitely not his wife.

He had tucked himself away, shocked and sick. Literally throwing up next to the girl who was screaming at him for being an asshole. Which was fair, he was the worst type of asshole out there. 

So he had called his wife, sobbing like a child as she answered the phone. Half asleep, woken up from his call and yet still answering because she knew that it was him. Because she was perfect and loved him and he was the worst.

The way she had just said, “Oh” when he told her what happened. How she hadn’t cried as he sobbed, begging her for forgiveness. She had been so quiet as he promised her it was a mistake and talked over and over again about how he was in love with her and this had all been just him being a fucked up mess. And she hadn’t said anything. Hadn’t damned him or told him that she hated him. 

How he wished she had. 

Izzy didn’t know when she had hung up the phone, nit when his sobs got softer he heard the dial tone buzzing in his ear and knew that she was gone. Yet he rushed to make it back home to her to try to save whatever was left. Knowing that what they had was everything. 

But she hadn’t been unaffected as she acted on the phone. And seeing the destruction caused from his infidelity hurt but not as much as knowing that he hadn’t been there for her as she broke down. 

Walking into his house, he saw a trash bag of their wedding china, pieces of each plate that had been smashed and then swept up and cleared from the floor. Bending down, his fingers found a ceramic piece, the blue line still showing up as he felt it prick his fingers, blood dropping on the floor. 

On the kitchen island was the paperwork. 

His lawyer had called to warn him about it. She had gone there this morning filed for the divorce right away because she knew her worth, knew she was worth more than him hurting her like this.

And still seeing it. Seeing her wanting to dissolve the marriage broke him all over again. 

He fell to his knees and sobbed, heart aching as he wished he could take back the mistake that he made and knowing that he couldn’t. It was done. 

And he had no one to blame but himself. 

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[sadhornyygirl]

Izzy making his girl squirt for the first time pleaseeeeeeee

Of course, my dear

Hope you like

Squirt

As he pulled your shorts down, nibbling your exposed hip, you ran your hands through his hair, trying to get his attention.

-Izzy, you still tried, but it looked like the brunette was too busy to look up. After pulling the shorts down, he grabbed one of her thighs, lifting it to the side and opening her leg. Izzy looked up and smiled.

-Relax was all he said before you felt his hot tongue lick a long strip of your pussy collecting the moisture he created earlier.

-let me eat you. You exhaled and gave up completely when Izzy dove back in.

Resting your curves on the counter behind you, you arched up a little, giving him better access to work on you.

He did, and quickly you heard that it was good. Izzy was good at it—so good that you couldn't even control the moans that came out of his lips. He started with a kitten licking your clit before wrapping his lips around the bulge and sucking hard on it, making you scream his name as you thrust your hips forward. You rested your leg on the kitchen counter, opening yourself up more, but that wasn't enough for Izzy. He kept his lips together, pulled away from each other, exposing you more, and spat on you before thrusting his tongue into your wet hole. You rolled your eyes back and thought your tits were fun to play with while Izzy kept tongue-fucking you.

-Oh my God, this feels so good, You moaned and started to lift your hips, now fucking over him as he let you take over.

Izzy doesn't mind one bit having your eyes closed while you fuck yourself, moaning now and then, making your whole pussy vibrate and bringing you closer to your peak. When you lost his hair, he opened his eyes and looked at you with a misty gaze.

-Fuck, I'm going to come, you informed him without breaking eye contact. The sight of her boyfriend kneeling between her legs with his tongue deep in her hole was fucking beautiful.

Izzy told you to suck his fingers, when he felt they were hydrated enough, he pulled them out. As soon as his fingers left his mouth, he slipped his fingers inside your little hole, curving them upward to reach the sweet spot inside you. Parting your nether lips with his other hand, he spit some more on you before latching onto your clit again, sucking hard.

-Fuck, was all you could say before your legs shook uncontrollably and all you saw were stars, reaching your climax.

It was so clear what was going to happen. No one but you have managed to do this. Most of the time, when masturbating, you needed a little teasing to finally make it happen, but Izzy made it happen in a heartbeat.

-no. Oh my God, Izzy, I'm going to – squirt – oh!

When you two saw your fluids starting to jump out of you like a little fountain, Izzy reached over and rubbed her pussy to help release it all, even if it wasn't much for now. You were still screaming his name as everything gushed out, your breath ragged and heaving in your chest, the tiniest of moans escaping your pouty lips.

Izzy snapped at hearing you scream; his fingers moved back, and you rocked your hips, feeling very sensitive as he lapped up all your juices and stood up.

- You are so fucking sexy, he said, grabbing her breasts to push them together.

You opened your eyes, trying to calm his breathing, and almost groaned out loud when you saw Izzy's face covered in your juices.

-But look at you. You laughed.

Then you go in front of him, licking all your cum off his face, the light stubble running down your tongue in the most pleasurable way. Pushing your tongue into his mouth, you tasted with him as he caught you back downstairs.

-I'll make you squirt so much that you'll beg me to stop.

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[sabbathrose]

• (Izzy Stradlin) Live at the Ritz, 1991.

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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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