#izzy stradlin/reader

[alctaaaa4947]

here's an izzy/ofc fanfic that i concentrate most of my feelings towards him…dont have time to translate anything so duuhhh hope you guys enjoy

亲爱的Izzy，

当你看到这封信的时候我也许已经死了，也许还活着，想必你不关心。昨天我在洛杉矶郊区的一棵椰树下遇见你，你没有认出我来，只是从我的右边擦过去了。“请让一下，女士，”你这样说，声音和几年前差不多，却比几十年前哑了，我站在原地为你侧身让路，眼泪却滴下来了。Izzy，我从未想过让你记住我，那一刻却在晃神中有些动摇了，Izzy，我想，也许我根本就不爱你，也许我现在才开始爱你——Izzy，我都不在乎了。

1979年我在拉法叶遇见你，你苍白而年轻，双眼闪着光。你躺在后山的草坡上分给我一包塑料包装的白粉，教我吸入，再在我闭眼的时候吻我的嘴唇，那是我人生中的第一个吻。我告诉你你应该当一个摇滚明星，你说你会弹吉他还会打鼓——那是我迷恋地摩挲你指尖的琴茧。我也许一辈子都出不来，也许明天就会成为全美最拉风的摇滚明星，你看着我的眼睛说。我当时认真觉得你会和我结婚，我们一起在洛杉矶住大房子，去欧洲巡演再在巴黎偷偷溜走看傍晚的灯火，Izzy，我当时认真觉得我们会有未来。

晚上你会翻我的窗户——夏天你手上出的汗加大了攀爬的难度，等到翻进我房间的时候似乎已经筋疲力尽：事实证明没有。绸缎系在我的发间，是你用手穿过发丝绑上的。我父亲管的很严，我怕他听见，一整晚在你身下我几乎不敢呻吟出声，眼泪从脸颊两侧流下，比往常多三四倍的眼泪从两侧流进枕头，我意识到你也许从来就不会属于我。

高潮的时候我轻声叫你的名字，你那时还叫Jeff，我却脱口而出Izzy——语音落下的那一刻我不敢去看你的眼睛。我记得你的眼睛，那双榛子色的，忧郁迷离的眼睛，自那里我从来没有看见过我所期盼的爱。只是十六岁太过年轻而我太过幼稚，我以为，我以为——可就连第二天早上醒来的床边都没有你。你离开了，你再没有回来过。

1987年我在纽约开一家唱片店，进货的时候看见一张新唱片，翻过来一瞬间对上的却是你的眼睛——我却不惊讶。打开唱片机我又听到你的歌，那一瞬间我知道你成功了，你站在洛杉矶的丛林顶端，我却想，你一定有很多新的情人吧。我想对我的朋友说那个Izzy Stradlin是我曾经的爱人，但我们只有过24小时的爱情，你走了，你永远走了，我也并不希求你回来。Izzy是我的一个梦，现在他是很多人的梦了。

第二次见你，你在我的城市开演唱会，我请朋友买了第一排的票，就只是看着你。你邀请我到后台去，我想我大约不是第一个这样做的人了。化妆间还是卡车，我已经记不清了，也许都有。那次你和乐队带着我从纽约到芝加哥一路狂欢，你抱着我蜷缩在后座，那一刻我以为你还记得我，却听到你的队友议论说这次的女孩没有上次欢快了。我一愣神，手上的香槟酒洒在了裸露的大腿上，粘腻地顺着腿流下，你仍然抱着我，用和8年前一样的双手拭去我的眼泪，你是我见过的女孩里最容易流泪的，你说，眼睛聚焦于我涂成鲜红色的嘴唇，却吻我的双眼，别哭，你说，别哭。是啊，Izzy，我的双眼永远含着泪水，Izzy，这么远的距离，我怎么可能不哭泣？

我仍然记得你是如何抚摸我的：从脖颈再到双乳，向下直抵腿心，你的双手带有一层薄茧，左手的指尖发硬，划过皮肤时我一阵战栗强忍着才能不流下眼泪，而长期的记忆与依恋使我几乎是在你的手触及我大腿内侧的那一刻便高潮了，你看着我，像是看一朵易碎而新奇的玫瑰。当晚跨坐在你的腰间我崩溃得无声无息，你只当我是爽了，便又往里顶了一下，眼泪就泉涌一般和下身的水一起淌下了。我知道第二天清晨你就会走，也许不会，但你总要离开的，我却也不死心，也许，也许你会爱我呢？将我的名字刻在你的皮肤上好吗Izzy，我开口问，递给你一把小刀。你没有反对，只是低下头，片刻以后你的手臂内侧出现了一个鲜红的血淋淋的名字，晃得我愈发清醒。疼吗，我问你，你摇头，我就往我自己大腿的内侧一样刻了你的名字，同样鲜血淋漓，同样醒目。现在这道疤还在我的腿上，你的呢，Izzy？你还记得这道痕迹吗？你会想到我吗？我没有机会再看了，如果有，我也只会记得去吻你的嘴唇吧。

后来我搬到洛杉矶，常常在唱片店和酒吧看见你的我却从未和你打过招呼。你有一次认出我来——也许没有认出来，你请我喝一杯，半夜我们在洛杉矶城郊的酒吧里互诉衷肠。你说你从来就不想做摇滚明星，只是年轻时有个女孩告诉他他应该去，脑子一热竟真的开始努力搞乐队，现在想想这简直是他人生的分叉口。我多想说Izzy，你看看我，那就是我呀，我就是那个女孩，你后悔吗？我们一起逃走好不好，Izzy，Izzy，我们一起逃走好不好？当晚我喝的烂醉，以至于在你吻我的那一瞬间我再一次地顺了上去，我也许真的爱你，Izzy，在同一时刻我能感受到我的眼泪顺着双颊流下来了，流进大敞着的领口，流下我的躯体，直到下一滴眼泪续上它的轨迹。别哭，你又一次说，我却将脸别过了。

而当我在那棵树下见到你时我并不意外。我生病了，长年累月的贫困使任何的病痛对我都如同灭顶之灾，难以应对。我深知时日无多，却不知我剩下的岁月该如何蹉跎。我想也许我爱你——也许我只是需要一个晚上而非三个，然后用一辈子来怀念那一晚的每个细节。三晚太长，我甚至很难回忆起你身上的味道。是什么样的呢Izzy？我与你擦肩而过时闻到的仍然是烟味，而第二次你的身上多了一种酒精挥发后的刺激性气味，像威士忌，再混合一些大麻和香烟的味道弥漫开来，你仿佛又在我身上了。我闭上眼，Izzy，医院走廊的酒精味不像你，而我又有什么权利说这是你呢？你根本就不认识我吧，成百上千个情人，成百上千个晚上，我想对你来说记住一个人比我更难。也许明天你就会忘了我，也许你根本没读到这里，我只是想，也许我需要告诉你在世界的某个角落里有个人正燃烧着她的灵魂爱你，爱得仿若顷刻之间便要灰飞烟灭一般。我爱你，也许这是早已难以改变难以逃脱的事实。长长的三晚，短短的三晚，我有时候想也许你会记住我至少一个细节。我是多想让你记住我啊！

直到那一天，我自你的身边擦过，恰恰带起了你的衣袖：我看到你手臂内侧根本就没有疤，我的大脑轰地一声炸开了，也许你我根本就是陌生人，明天早上醒来，我就会死了。长久的睡眠中你会带我逃走吗？Izzy，这是一个深陷爱的泥沼中的女人绝望的呼喊，痛苦和爱一并高呼着，我听不见，我的双眼模糊了。你怎么会说你不是摇滚明星呢？你明明是天生的摇滚明星，仰慕和爱和一切的目光，恨，摇滚明星的身上永远聚焦着一切的一切，而我是你一夜情后抛弃于觥筹交错之间的年轻荡妇，你明亮的生命里灰暗的角落，但是Izzy——我觉得你不会读到这里的，事实上，你根本不会读这封信——我又喝了一杯苦艾酒。也许我该假装我们已经到了巴黎。

你真诚而绝望的，

 

 

Izzy早上醒来在信箱里发现一封发黄的信，落款空着，收信人写着他的名字，他打开了，读了两行便扔在了一旁，在他身后的秋风里，玫瑰暗红色的花瓣落了一地，血流如河。

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[marvelobsessed134]

Slash + voyeurism for kinktober? 👀

Kinktober day 10: Voyuerism with Slash

Pairings: Slash x Fem!Reader ft. Izzy Stradlin

Warnings: voyuerism, smut, slight daddy kink, Izzy jerks off while watching you guys, semi cock!possessive!slash, dom!slash, sub!reader, squirting.

Summary: Slash wants to show you off to his best friend Izzy.

You were naked on all fours while your boyfriend was sat on the couch jerking his cock. “Come on over here baby.” His deep voice commanded you felt your arousal drip. You slowly crawled to him, seeing the other guitarist in your peripheral vision.

It was Slash’s idea to show you off like this. Izzy mentioned wanting to fuck you for a while and of course the other guitarist was not cool with that idea, but he decided that he could at least watch.

You sat on your knees between his thighs eyeing his cock hungrily. The curly haired man smirked that this, “Go on baby. Come suck my dick like a good girl.” You immediately got to work, licking and sucking his shaft. He gripped your hair and threw his head back moaning. He got a glimpse of Izzy stroking his own cock while watching you work your magic.

“Yeah, you like this Stradlin? Wait till you see what her pussy can do.” Slash groaned with a smirk.

All Izzy could do was watch and honestly, he was cool with that. Being able to see you naked was good enough for him.

You continued to suck him off like your life depended on it, knowing he’d give you the same effort back. That’s what was nice about your relationship. If someone wasn’t putting in effort then the other wasn’t going to either. Also if you’re naughty slash gets to punish you.

Then the guitarist pulls you off and moves so you could lay on the couch. You get up, pressing a kiss to his lips before obeying his command.

Your legs spread on their own accord as you looked at Izzy’s expression. It was dark and feral, much like your boyfriend’s.

Slash positioned himself between your legs before licking a stripe against your pussy from the bottom all the way up to your clit. You hissed and gripped his hair, shutting your eyes as he continued to eat you out.

“I know you’re closing your eyes baby. Open them. Look at Izzy watch you while I eat this sweet little pussy.” You did as he said, looking at Izzy looking at you. You could see him pump his cock faster and you gripped Slash’s hair tighter. Your eyes were wide and watery.

“Mmm Slash…I’m gonna cum!” You squealed.

“Okay then, cum for me baby. Cum for me and my friend.” And so you did, squirting your juices all over his face. “Fuuuck, you taste so good. That was so hot.”

“Holy shit.” Izzy muttered. The curly haired man looked to his friend with a smile, “Yeah, my girls’ a squirter.”

You laid there blissed out, barely registering the back he brought you up on his lap, hovering over his cock.

“Mmm you want it baby?” He asked teasingly.

“Oh yes. Please…daddy.” You let it slip. The one nickname that you usually call him in bed.

“Fuck.” The other raven haired man muttered, pumping his cock more.

“That’s a good girl. Go on.” Slash said and you sunk down on his large dick. You gripped his shoulders for balance as you began to ride him.

“Ah, fuck yes. You’re so tight baby oh fuck.” Your boyfriend was a moaning mess as you continued to ride him, he grabbed and slapped the flesh of your ass, forgetting that his best friend was jerking off to the scene not too far away.

“Be a good girl and make daddy cum.” He instructed and you sped up your movements, kissing his neck up to his lips. His grip on you tightened and it wasn’t long before he shot his sticky, salty, warm, cum into your womb.

You moaned at the feeling, rolling your eyes back.

Slash turned to look at Izzy eyeing the ropes of cum on his stomach and said, “Enjoy the show?”

“Fuck yeah dude.”

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[gnrswife]

izzy stradlin x fem!reader

warnings: smut

words:246

Izzy stradlin loves it when you go all dumb on him. that sweet spot after your second or third orgasm when your babbling nears incoherent, broken whimpers and whines falling from your mouth as your pretty eyes grow starry and dazed. the point of overstimulation where your mind goes fuzzy and you can’t distinct whether you want him to stop or keep going, so the only intelligible words coming out of you are ‘Izzy’ and ‘please’

oh, he’s so mean about it, too. all mocking pouts and teasing coos against the shell of your ear ‘thought this was what you wanted, sweetheart, hm?’ ‘what was that, baby? couldn’t hear you, you’re gonna need to speak up’

over and over, he’ll curl his fingers up against that spot that has you crying out and clawing at his back, thumb brushing your clit every so often as your shaky thighs close around his wrist. you’re not getting away that easy, though, and of course he parts them once more with a strong hand before clicking his tongue in disapproval.

it’s just something about seeing you like this that sets him off on a power trip— the feel of your wet cunt fluttering around his fingers, pink lips parted and glistening while your eyes roll back into your head. god, don’t get him started on the tear tracks that run down your flushed cheeks. the sight of you begging— no, crying for him has him harder than he’s been in his life.

he’d never admit it, but it’s better any line he could’ve done, satisfies him more than any high he’s been on. it may seem the other way around, but you have Izzy stradlin wrapped around your finger.

First izzy post how is it ? If you want me to write about anyone let me know and if you want fluff angst , or smut ill try my best to write

Thank you!

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[axlrosebaby]

.⋅ ۵ smoking kills ۵ ⋅.

☆ axl rose ･ﾟﾟ･｡

☆ 1759 words ･ﾟﾟ･｡

☆ smut ･ﾟﾟ･｡

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

Your hands were on his chest, head thrown back and eyes tightly squeezed shut. The movement of your hips was stuttering and it was all too much. His hands were roaming your waist, sometimes absentmindedly trailing up to your breast to squeeze your nipple and chuckle lowly at your reaction. 

There was a cigarette arrogantly placed between his lips, moving as he spoke dirty words into the privacy of the night - words only meant to be heard by you. 

You continued to bounce up and down on his cock, nails digging into his shoulders and it angered you how unbothered he seemed by the whole situation. There was a smirk on his face, his head resting against the headboard, eyes fixated on your pussy as it sank down on his cock. And he was still smoking that damn cigarette. The smell was the epitome of conceit; he knew he had you but you didn’t have him and he liked it. It made the ordeal seem non-comital and God were you becoming agitated.

“Can you- fuck…” His cock hit a particular spot inside you, the angle at which you came down on him making you stop. “Put the cigarette out?”  Your moans were breathy and tears were falling from your eyes. 

He laughed at you, removing his hands from your waist to take a long drag before returning them to your skin seconds later. “Why?” 

You continued your movements, stopping momentarily to grind down against him so your clit got some friction. 

“Axl, please.” You used his shoulders as support, throwing your head back and a single tear falling from the corner of your eye, trailing towards your hairline. “Shhh,” he muttered, bucking his hips up into you once before letting you go and taking the cigarette from his mouth. His eyes twinkled in the low light, pupils blown wide with lust and mouth parted as he tried to keep his composure. Then, he held the cig up to your lips, a smile gracing his face. “Take a drag, sugar.” 

You looked at the cigarette trepidatiously, eyes flickering between it and him. Your movements had slowed to a simple grind of your hips, his actions catching you off guard. He noticed your apprehension, one hand reaching out for your face. He cupped your cheek and ran a thumb over your cheekbone, his grip firm and soft all at once. 

“You take a drag and I’ll put it out.” The smell of tobacco was overpowering and you could feel paper on your lips, heat emanating from it. “Go on.” Your mouth was sealed shut, his cock resting inside you as you sat still, too nervous to move. You hadn’t smoked before and the first time you tried a cigarette would be whilst Axl Rose was inside you. But the odds were good. The nicotine was the thing keeping him so calm and if that were removed, maybe he’d show you some real attention.

So, you wrapped your lips around the cigarette, not missing the prideful look in his eyes as you inhaled. There was a burn in your throat and it tasted…awful. You coughed, tears in your eyes and heard the faint chuckle of Axl as he stubbed the cig out and returned his hands to your hips, moving you slowly up and down his cock. 

“Such a good girl. You never smoked before, huh?” The nicotine did nothing to stop the racing of your heart as he dug his fingers into your hips, moving you involuntarily up and down his cock selfishly. 

You shake your head and look down at him, a little whimper falling from your lips. His pace was torturously slow, the way he was moving his hips up into you and manhandling you like you were a little toy was degrading and pleasurable all at once. “P-please.” You tried to gain more friction, tried to make him quicken his pace but his grip was bruising and he wouldn’t allow it. 

“Don’t push it.” His words were a warning and he stopped moving altogether, his cock twitching inside of you. The self-control he had was like no other.

Your arms were shaking and your hands were trembling. All the pleasure and pain he’d inflicted on you previously was still surrounding you: his tongue on your pussy, his fingers inside you and the two orgasms he’d drawn out of you, your moans loud and desperate. 

It’d been maybe an hour of the going back and forth - the way he’d brought you to the edge only to pull you back and laugh as you whimpered and cried. Goddamn sadist. 

You gaze at him with tears falling from your eyes and he looks back up at you, eyes hooded with lust and a certain determination you haven’t seen in him before. He seems hungry for you and the way his mouth parts and the way his breathing gets heavier makes your stomach flip in anticipation. 

“On your front,” he mutters and taps the top of your thigh. 

It takes a moment for you to collect yourself before you slowly inch off his dick and roll over onto your stomach, your already trembling arms not doing much for support. You feel the bed shift as he moves as well and you feel the heat emanating from him as he hovers behind you.

You shiver as his hands return to their home on your hips and you feel your heart beat faster in your chest as he leans down, his lips near your ear. 

“Tell me what you want.” He brushes the shell of your ear as he speaks, breathing hot on your skin and the scent of tobacco on his tongue. You whimper in reply and arch your back, your brain unable to form an answer. 

His hand brushes your hair away from your face and shushes you, not in an attempt to comfort but in an attempt to mock. “Tell me.” He kisses your neck as he waits for a reply, the sensation only adding to your inability to speak. 

“Mhm.” You sound pathetic as he kissed along your jaw and down to the backs of your shoulders. 

“What’s that?” His words are so degrading - he knows what he’s doing and he’s proud of it. 

“Y-you.” Your breath shudders and your heart beats in your chest. He continues to kiss up and down the curve where your neck connects to your shoulder and you feel his hand skim your back and grasp himself, lining up with you before pushing in completely. 

You allow yourself a small victory as he groans in your ear, head resting in the crook of your neck. He stills for a moment, gathering himself and trying to remain as composed as he was. 

And then, he moves: slowly and methodically. 

His breath shudders and you press your face into the covers, smiling as he starts to lose his well-built control. His chest is pressed up against your back, heaving with deep breaths, and the ends of his hair tickle your skin; the intimacy of the position has you squirming underneath him and when he pulls out completely and slams back inside you, you grip at the sheets for support, letting out a strangled groan - a noise reminiscent of a cry. You were crying for him.  

“Shhh, now, pretty girl. Take it.” One of his hands rested on your hip, pulling you flush against him with each thrust. The other curled into your hair, tugging lightly and making pain erupt through your scalp. Tears were pooling in the corners of your eyes as he moved in and out, his pace sporadic. He’d move so slowly, teasing the head of his cock against your sweet spot, kissing your shoulders, and then he’d quicken his thrusts, making you sob into the pillows and writhe underneath. 

“A-Axl…” There was a chuckle, low in his chest and he was gripping at your hips, the warmth of him absent as he leaned back on his heels. And then, you were pulled flush against his hips, your ass in the air, head still buried firmly in the pillows. 

He continued his pace, his position helping him sink deeper inside you. Tears were forming in your eyes, your stomach turning and static humming contentedly along your body. His fingers were digging into your flesh, his own moan pushing past his lips and gracing your ears. 

“So-,” he was cut off by a groan. “So fucking good.” His cock was continually hitting your sweet spot a hand trailing along the length of your back to grip your hair and pull your head up. “God, you’re such a fuckin’ whore.” 

He was rambling, words barely forming under his breaths and you could tell he was just where you were. It was closing in on the both of you, building solid and fast inside of you. It threatened to spill with each thrust, your legs shaking and moaning loud. 

“Can fuckin’ feel you.” His grip was bruising, his pace leaving you a babbling mess. “Come on, baby. Come for me- fuck.” His hips were stuttering, thrusts sloppy and chasing his orgasm. 

“Axl,” you whimpered, feeling your pleasure surmount and then snap, white noise coming into your brain, the world around you melting away. There were curses mixed with his name and barely audible praises passing Axl’s lips. Until, he stilled inside you, his cum filling you an unfamiliar feeling. 

His breathing was heavy as he pulled out of you, the bed shifting with his weight as he lay next to you. You didn’t dare move, shaky all over and still trying to catch your breath. Axl was unbothered as he rustled around for something on the nightstand. You were acutely aware of the click of a lighter and the strong smell of tobacco.

You groaned as you managed to find yourself, legs shaking as you sat up in bed. 

“Enjoy yourself did you?” There was a smirk paired with his question and you rolled your eyes, pushing hair out of your face. There was a moment of silence before he held the cigarette up to you. “It’ll help you calm down.” You looked trepidatiously between him and the cigarette. One drag wouldn’t hurt. So you placed your lips around the butt, inhaling softly and coughing as the smoke filled your mouth. 

“I don’t like that.” He was laughing at you, pulling the cigarette away and taking his own drag. 

“You will. You said you didn’t like me and look at you now.” God, he was arrogant. 

“Shut up.”

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[skeletonea]

The rumours are true, I'm a whore for them

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[he-goes-down]

Wild Child -smut

Anon req (MY FIRST AAAAAHHH) fem reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Duff x reader x Izzy

Warnings: threesome, unprotected p in v, oral F! Receiving, double penetration.

None edited, written on a phone in the middle of the night 😘

IF YOU DIDNT CATCH THE DRIFT THIS IS A SMUT

Second person pov:

The party was already going on strong, people were making out left right and centre, as-well as drinking and then throwing up left right and centre. This was one of the parties of Axl’s friends, you didn’t know him but it didn’t really matter. It wasn’t actually Axl that told you to come, but Duff and Izzy on two different days. Duff and Izzy always fought for your attention, you weren’t all that oblivious about it, you kinda enjoyed two hot guys fighting over you. You didn’t have a favourite, you loved them both, they were both so gorgeous and hot in their own way. Izzy being more mysterious and dark like a vampire, and Duff being more tall, sweet and probably had a secret rough side to him. You had decided to agree to both their requests on coming but came alone as to not add more tension.

You were sat down on the floor in a circle with other people playing spin the bottle. But a little more spicy. You were wearing a short black dress that showed a lot of skin, especially your chest, legs and sides as the dress was two pieces of fabric tied together elegantly on your sides. Izzy and Duff who were sitting across for you couldn’t stop starting at you. Both of them thinking about unspeakable things. The empty beer bottle was spun, everyone starring anxiously. It landed on one of the blonde girls sitting close to you. Another spin. Landing on the brown haired man next to her. Some guy took out a hat and rummaged through it and picked put a piece of paper, “Oooooh, seven minutes in heaven.” He exclaimed. They both got up and headed to the nearest closet. Soon the bottle was spun again, this time landing on Steven who sat next to you, you sighed nervously as it was very close to picking you, then the bottle landed on a girl who was a person away from Izzy. “Blowjob!! Whoo!!” The man picked out the piece of paper from the hat enthusiastically. Steven and the girl went off to a couch somewhere in the distance to do their business. This time the bottle was spun and landed directly onto you. You were feeling hot and excited. A-lot of the guys around were long haired and fine. Izzy and Duff on the other-side were both crossing their fingers behind their backs, and their hearts racing at a unimaginable pace. They’d do anything to just touch you and see you in private. The bottle was spun again, this time it felt so slow and yet so fast. Spin. Spin. Spin. Round. Round and round. The sound of the glass clanking on the floor was the only sound that played in your ears. The bottle had stopped spinning. Landing right in between Duff and Izzy. No more to the right, no more to the left. Just straight in the middle. “Seems like this is gonna be a three person job. Aren’t you lucky hun?” The guy smirked and began to dug into the hat once more. Your face was burning hot. ‘Shit.’ You didn’t even want to look at them at this point, if you did they would be starring straight at you in lust or starring at each other with rage.

The paper was finally taken out of the hat. “A Fuck.” The guy said and following with an over enthusiastic and dramatic ‘oooo’ at the end. Fuck your cheeks were red hot. You glanced up to look at Duff and Izzy, they were watching you with drunken lust. You were drunk too, your mind already foggy but now looking at the hot men across from you made it even more foggy with desire. This was secretly your dream, and you were gonna take it. “Can she not just choose one?” Both Duff and Izzy said in unison then starred each-other down after asking the question to the man. “Nope. Rules are rules. Have fun!” He said and two other guys lead the three of you to vacant bedroom.

It was quiet. But Duff broke the silence. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” He said sincerely. “Yeah, it can just be us two.” Izzy said jokingly. But he meant it. Izzy was about to say something more but you interrupted him by quickly kissing him passionately and throwing your arms around his neck, he was surprised but kissed back with aggression and desire. Before he could slip his tongue in, you retracted your lips from him, panting. “Just fuck me already.” You said looking at Duff then back to Izzy. “Fuck” they both groaned in horniness at your words that they’d fantasised about, and it was on.

Soon both of them were just in their underwear, watching you as you slowly stripped off your clothes. Teasing them. Their hard ons were getting harder and more visible by the second of you shedding off your clothes and lastly being stood their in your red lace underwear set. They were going to explode in anticipation. Izzy had enough and pushed you onto the bed, taking off your panties in a flash. Kissing up your inner thighs, getting closer to your soaking core. Meanwhile Duff laid next to you, one arm slumped over your stomach holding your waist. Kissing softly from your jaw to your neck, to your collarbone, shedding off the straps of your bra from your shoulders and began kissing and sucking your exposed cleavage.

You moaned and gasped loudly as Izzy kissed your clit, licking up your folds and stuck his tongue in your wet pussy. “You sound so beautiful…” Duff sighed lustfully, before going to leave another dark purple love bite on your breast. His one hand rubbing up and down your waist, holding onto your soft skin. The other hand intwined with yours as he pins your arm to the bed. Izzy’s hands were harshly holding onto your thighs as he dug his tongue into you, his whole face pushed against your hear, his big nose teasing your clit, making your head spin in ecstasy. You arched your back and moaned, Izzy groaned in response of the sweet sound of him finally pleasing you, the vibrations sent shocks through your pussy and up your spine. Duff unhooked your bra, throwing it to the side and started to suck your nipples. Spinning his tongue around the sensitive bud, which sent a tingling feeling down to your already over stimulated heat. Izzy was going wild on your clit, sucking, licking, flicking and pressing hard against it with his tongue. “Fuck!” You moaned. Your one free hand was grabbing and tangled in Izzy’s black hair, lightly pushing his head further down onto you. Another loud moan and whine. “I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck…” you moaned as your legs began to shake. You heard and felt the vibrations of a muffled ‘cum’ command from Izzy as he continued to eat you out like it was his last meal on earth. Duff held onto your waist tighter as you shook, whispering dirty words in your ear, somehow making you wetter than before. You felt a tingly pressurised feeling in the bottom of your stomach. Growing more and more as you were reaching your climax. You clutched harshly onto Izzy hair and Duff’s hand. “Fuck!” You moaned as you came all over Izzy’s mouth and shook in the two mens grasp.

Izzy detached his face from your pussy, his lustful hazel eyes looking up at you, your slick dripping down to his chin from his mouth. He licked his lips and wiped the bottom half of his face before crawling over you and kissing you. You could taste yourself on his lips. Duff lightly pushed him off you and kissed your cheek. His face now the only thing in view. He didn’t care or even notice that Izzy was giving him a stare that looked like he was going to commit a murder. “What do you want now sweetheart?” Duff asked softly, still filled with desire. “I need you.” You said bluntly, your head was still slightly foggy from your first orgasm of the night. “What do you need from me?” He tilted his head slightly, his hand now trailing down from your waist to your hips, his thumb doing circles around the skin. “I need both of you, in me. Please.” You pleaded in a whine. They didn’t care at this point, they waited to long to have you to care about someone else being there.

You sat on the edge of the bed, intently watching as the two men were taking off their underwear. Both dicks bounced slightly as they came out of the restrictive underwear. Hard, big, dripping with precum. Your pussy throbbing and physically hurting at the empty space that now needed to be filled by them. Their dicks were both big, way above average, Duff’s was a little longer than Izzy’s but Izzy’s was thicker. You were too busy in a heated and drooling daydream to realise that Duff was in front of you, his 6’3 figure leaning down slightly. He took you by the hips, then moving to your ass, picking you up like you weighed absolutely nothing. Your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck, his hands now on the curve of your waist. You were getting heated at the skin to skin contact that was happening, and his hard dick resting on your wet cunt. Duff rested his back on one of the walls of the room, for support, to fuck you at the right angle. Izzy came up behind you, his dick now against your ass, his hands resting on your hips, and kissing your neck. He was so ready to do the most unspeakable things to you. “What about condoms?” Duff asked as he just remembered. Fuck, you didn’t care, you wanted them to fill you and leave you dripping and their cum running down your legs, unable to walk. “I don’t care. Just fuck me.” You spoke. It made both of their minds spin, that was so fucking hot.

“Ready baby?” Izzy asked, his hot breathe against your ear, tingling down your spine. “Mhm.” You responded biting your lip and nodding. Your breath shaky, waiting in anticipation for him to fill you. He held tightly onto your hips. You whined as he slowly entered your pussy. You laid your face in the crook of Duff’s neck as you moaned at the feeling of Izzy stretching you out. Izzy’s head flung back in pleasure as he felt you clench around him as he bottomed you out. You felt hot and antsy already, god you needed to be fucked till day break. Izzy soon pulled out, not all the way, and thrusted back into you lightly. “Fuck…” he huffed lowly. “So fucking tight…” he groaned softly to himself as he stayed in position. “You okay baby?” Duff asked sincerely, his green eyes starring into yours. “Yeah…” you let out a pleasure filled sigh. “Are you ready?” He asked. You nodded. You leaned back a bit against Izzy’s chest as Duff’s tip was grazing against your already filled hole. “Go slow.” Izzy told him. “If he hurts you I’ll beat him.” Izzy whispered in your ear light heartedly. You gave a small smile in response. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” Duff said. You nodded again. You exhaled deeply as Duff pushed into you, going slowly and carefully. You felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Duff stopped, “Shit, are you okay?” He asked in worry. “Please just keep going” You whined. The tears were of pain and pleasure. Meanwhile Izzy’s hand snaked around and his two fingers began to rub on your clit. Now easing the pain of your pussy being stretched to it’s limits. Izzy also began leaving big hickeys on your neck, which relieved more of the pain. Duff panted and lowly groaned at the little space he was squeezed in. Swore he could cum just at this moment. His skin finally met yours and his tip reached the end. You moaned at this fantasy feeling of both of them being in you. Duff soon did the same as Izzy and did one thrust into you. The back of your head now rested on Izzy’s shoulder as you moaned loudly, while Duff hit your g spot and Izzy touched you in the right place.

After a few minutes of grunts and groans and them cockwarming inside of you, you were ready to be railed by them and you told them. Duff began to slowing thrust in and out of you, hitting your g spot. Soon as you were ready Izzy joined, but thrusting one second behind Duff’s rhythm. It was double the amount of skin against skin slapping that echoed through out the room. “Oh god!” You let out a moan which followed calling out both their names. Setting them off. Their thrusts driving faster and hitting your spots harder than before. You clawed at Duff’s back, whining and moaning in his ear, and kissing groaned as he bit harshly into your skin on your neck and his fingers working faster on your clit. “Oh fuck baby, I’m gonna cum.” Duff panted between sloppy thrusts, you could feel Izzy was too. “Cum in me!” You stuttered, slurring a bit as your brain was going foggy and everything was going numb, you were close as well. “I’m gonna-…!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before you came all over their dicks as they continued to raw dog your pussy to pieces. “ Fuck! I love you princess…” Izzy exhaled into your ear right before he spilled inside you. Duff kissed you lustfully, his tongue entering your mouth, and your two tongues dancing as he coated your insides with his cum which was now mixed with Izzy’s.

“You’re mine.” They both whispered in your ear in unison.

A/n: OMG SORRY IF THIS WAS SHIT

#Spotify #guns n roses #izzy stradlin #axl rose #duff mckagan #steven adler #slash #duff gnr #guns n roses fanfic #axl gnr #gnr fanfiction #izzy gnr #steven gnr #slash gnr #duff mckagan x reader #duff mckagan smut #izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin smut #guns n roses smut #gnr smut

[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.

#guns n roses smut #guns n roses #gunsnfuckinroses #guns and roses #slash guns n roses #slash fic #axl rose #slash x reader #slash x you #steven adler #izzy stradlin #duff mckagan #80s music #glam rock #hair metal

[aishnico]

#𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃: 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦

» summary: the famous guitarist of guns n’ roses is not sure what he feels towards you

» word count: 3.2k (wOOOOO)

» warnings: cringey stuff (help 🙄🙄), alchohol, drugs, not cheating but you might take it personally (?) suggestive content, he’s a bitch until the last parts, fluff at the end (?), grammar issues (as always)

“so, what’s up with that girl in that music shop?” duff asked his curly-haired friend while drinking his vodka.

his friend yawned. “huh, who?”

“the girl in the music shop, you even invited her to our last concert. izzy said he saw you two on outside.”

he blinked a few times. then realization hit him. “ooh, you’re talking about miss fortune,” he then started to laugh like an idiot. “be ready to hear what will come.”

he didn't care about you, at first. he just thought you were a cute girl who was in charge of one of his favorite music stores when sometimes the owner, your dad, wasn't around. you would look at him impressed and with adoration whenever he played one of the greatest guitar solos. your reaction would cause him to chuckle and boost his ego.

you wondered since when he was playing and how many hours he was practicing a day. of course, your mouth was wide open when you heard the answer. you acted like you weren't believing him, but deep down, you knew it was mostly true.

after some time, he asked you to attend one of his band's shows to see more of his guitar capabilities. and it's not like a famous rock star asks you this every day. so you accepted his offer.

the show was crazy; his bandmates were also crazy and flirtatious as fuck, but they killed the show. you were looking for him after the show. then saw his friends taking drugs while a couple of half-naked chicks were sitting by their sides. you assumed he was going to join them, but you saw him outside trying to light his cigarette. but you grabbed it from his hands with a sly smile. he furrowed his eyebrows.

"c'mon, girl, give it back."

"there are better things to do than this. what are you doing here?"

"just went for some fresh air. the atmosphere inside is making my head hurt today. guess i'm not in the mood."

"this," you pointed his lighter. "doesn't make fresh air. also, won't this make your head hurt more?"

he rolled his eyes at you. "and what are you suggesting?"

that was the first moment when he thought you were, strange. more strange and different than the girls he has ever met. he never thought you would bring him to a chinese tea shop. and he wasn't expecting you to pay for both of you. he had never tried this type of tea before. hell, when was the last time he even drank tea?

the waiters even offered both of you fortune cookies. he thought they were nothing but bullshit. who would even believe in them? of course, you would.

"how can you even believe in these?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows at the cookie.

"well, i don't know about you, but for me, most of them are true!"

"i've never eaten this before."

"come on! how about the fortune cards? have you tried them before?"

"no. like i said, they are all bullshit." he said with a strict tone.

"at least eat the cookie."

he did as you said and broke the cookie in half. he didn't even look at the mini-paper and wrinkled it. then saw your sad puppy eyes looking at him. he sighed and straightened the paper without showing it to you.

'the thing you might be looking for is nearer than you think.'

what does that even mean? he furrowed his eyebrows again. "what does it say?" you asked him excitedly, and he wrinkled the paper and put it in his pocket.

"you're no fun." you muttered.

"and you are the most hilarious person i've ever met. it's getting late. let's go."

"would you accompany me?" you asked with a teasing tone.

usually, when he would go on his 'dates', he would call a cab for them. he doesn't remember when he accompanied them on a walk or when he agreed to accompany you now.

he listened to your beliefs about those fortune things he found bullshit, how tea is better than coffee and country music is actually nice to listen to, which he disagrees with on both. you two didn't have any common things at all. but he found it amusing to argue about things about which you didn't have the same opinion as him.

you were now standing before your house. you smiled at him. "thank you for the company."

he shrugged. "i mean, you asked me to do it so..."

"yeah yeah, good night, saul." you planted a kiss on his cheek before entering your house. he stood there for a couple of seconds. then started to walk fast to the street to find a cab. he had already lost a lot of time.

"she then kissed my cheek, and she probably thinks we're dating or something." the guitarist laughed at his sentence with duff. he took another roll of cocaine.

"i think she did that because she wanted to tease you?" duff asked.

"tease me? man, i don't even have eyes on her. she's weird. not in a bad way, though."

"don't tease her himself. girls like her may think you're in love with her or something."

"trust me, she's like the last person to fall in love with."

that was what he has been telling himself since your little 'date'. he didn't bother to contact you, neither did you. he thought you were just acting indifferent.

he almost forgot you while he was on tour. every day traveling to another city, playing the same songs, meeting with new chicks, and sometimes making out with them...

it has been almost a month and a half since you saw each other. they were in los angeles again, working on a new album. one day, he received a phone call from the owner of his favorite music shop. the shopkeeper told him that there were new pedals and equipments for electric guitars at the shop. he got excited and went on his way to the shop.

he spent about an hour there, testing new guitars and equipments on them. however, he decided he didn't need them for now. he thanked the shopkeeper, and before leaving, he saw a familiar picture of a woman behind the cash point.

what he did not expect was that the woman in the picture, you, was the shopkeeper's daughter.

"haven't you met with my daughter yet? strange... i remember that she told me that a famous guitarist would come here often while i had something to do."

"i... don't remember her."

"hm, i don't think you can see her often here from now on. she's in college, so she doesn't have much time for her dad anymore, I guess." he coughed.

"what's her major?"

"english literature, i believe"

"cool... anyway, take care." the guitarist answered when he was about to leave the shop. before he could pull the door, somebody else pulled. you.

both his and your eyes wide open. you smiled at him sincerely. "what a pleasing surprise! we met again." you chuckled.

"oh? isn't that our little miss fortune?" he seemed to remember now.

"miss fortune? that's not the best way to describe me but okay. i'm in a hurry, but i'd like to meet you tonight at the tea shop where we went about a month ago. bye!" you rushed inside without saying anything else.

"hey! when should i come?"

your father grinned at him and the guitarist left the shop.

why did i say that..? the man thought to himself. i probably sounded desperate to see her or something. ugh...

he made his way towards the local bar where he and his bandmates would usually hang out. maybe he could kill some time before heading to the tea shop. he just wanted to lay on a couch for a while but couldn't say no to a pretty lady who wanted to share her bottle of jack daniels with him.

"waiting for someone, handsome?"

"i'm waiting for someone, actually."

"hm, unpunctual people are not up to good."

"actually, i don't know why am i waiting."

"are you waiting for a date?"

"i don't think it's a date, just a hangout."

"well, i don't think you should wait too long for a hangout. you have nothing to do better?"

"guess no"

"well, i think there is." the lady smirked at him before attacking his neck with kisses and bites. the man threw his head back and inhaled. he gave her more permission to attack. eventually, he got turned on, pulled her head off, and connected their lips before heading to the nearest toilet.

it was almost 9 p.m. and only now did he remember he needed to go after washing his face. his head was exploding. he still didn't know why he was heading there. he certainly did not have feelings for you. he didn't find you super attractive, and he didn't find a reason to hang out with you often.

were you friends? he also didn't think so. maybe you would complain about him to his father like a little girl, and then your father would forbid him to come to his shop? that thought was hilarious to him.

after about half an hour, he was standing before the tea shop. when he looked through the window, he saw no one there except a ginger employee. he then hesitated but entered inside.

"i'm sorry sir, but we're closing here after ten minutes." the ginger woman told him before going to the personal room to change her clothes.

he huffed at himself. it was just a waste of time for him. why did he even bother? he asked this question to himself for the nth time.

he made his way to the door but stopped once he heard a door opening sound from behind. he returned his face to the sound and saw you with a shocked expression, but it turned into a relaxing small smile.

"you came..."

"you called."

then your ginger friend got out of personal room and tapped your shoulder. "we're closing in ten minutes. make your last order, then close the shop, alright?"

you nodded. "good night!"

"good night!"

you both watched her leave, then looked at each other awkwardly. "i thought you wouldn't show up."

"i planned to come here earlier, but..."

"but..." you repeated after him and got closer to him. your happy face dropped off. you looked at his neck full of hickies. "guess mosquitoes nagged you." you gave him a small smile.

"oh, is that much visible? my friends will tease the shit out of me."

you didn't reply and made your way toward the cash point. "what can i make for you?" 

he looked at the tea chart for a couple of seconds. "you know what? make the tea we both drank when we were here."

"i don't remember which we drank."

"then make your favorite. make two cups of them."

"oh? you seem pretty thirsty." you teased him.

"nah, that's for you. you treated me that time. now i want to repay."

you nodded. "oh, so that's why you came here. to repay me."

this thought never passed through his mind but he chose to lie. "yeah, pretty much." you didn't look up to him but nodded.

after a couple of minutes, you put two cups of tea on the tray and went to where he was sitting. you placed his tea in front of him. "thank you."

you sat next to him. admiring people from afar. a lady and her boyfriend were clinging to each other to get warm. an old lady was struggling with her walker and her son (or someone else) was trying to help her. three children running on pavements while laughing (why were they outside at this hour?)

but he could care less about the outside. he was admiring you. he was admiring how soft your expression was. how you looked cute when you're puffing the steam from tea. how slowly you're drinking it, but it is still hot, and you manage to burn the tip of your tongue a little bit. he chuckled at himself.

"what's funny?" you pouted at him.

"you. you're funny."

you rolled your eyes at him. "you're annoying, mind your business."

"what happened to your lovey-dovey attitude? i still remember that kiss." he teased you.

"ugh, don't remind me. i cringe every time i remember this. god knows what was i thinking... besides, i know that meant nothing to you."

"ooh, how do you know that?"

"because you would try to contact me, at least passing by that music shop. but you never did these for the past month. you just chased some mosquitoes, and they chase you back."

he laughed at this. "why do i feel like we're arguing like we're actually a couple?"

you didn't know how to reply, so you continued to sip your tea. you didn't talk until you finished your tea. you looked at his side and saw that his cup was full.

"you didn't even take a sip."

"i waited for it to be cold."

"trust me, it is now. but i have to close the shop. drink it or give it to me." you said while reaching your hand to him. but he quickly grabbed the cup and drank it all at once.

your mouth was wide open. you blinked a few times. "this is not some tequila okay?! you can't just one-shot it!"

"who says?" he replied while heading to the cash point. you followed him there and finished your cleaning and checking the last things before heading door with him.

after locking the door you looked at him. you thought he wanted to say something so you waited patiently.

"thank you." was all he said. you lowered your head, and smiled at yourself. "i shall thank you. for the free tea."

"i forgot to thank you at that time. and i thank you now for your kindness."

he would never thought these words would actually leave his mouth. like, he was a completely different person now.

"you're welcome, i hope you enjoyed your tea."

"trust me, i did."

"well, i'm glad." you looked at him now. after a brief moment of silence, you coughed. "i should get going. you should too. don't drink too much at this hour. huh, why would you listen to me?" you lowered your voice at the end but he heard it anyway.

"i already drank today. and i have no desire to drink again. not now, but surely tomorrow."

"alright, good night saul. take care."

you smiled again and started to walk on your way. "wait!" you heard him calling you so you stopped. he immediately came next to you.

"would you want me to company you?"

you chuckled at yourself. "i do not want to waste your time."

"trust me, you won't."

what was that again? what did he just say? he completely agreed that he was just someone else right now. but his stomach got hurt so much when you sincerely smiled again. it wasn't pain, it was something else. it feels like something quivers in his stomach and the breath from his lungs is leaving.

he feels exhilaration.

"are you okay? you're trembling," you asked him worriedly, caressing both of his arms.

he feels like he is about to explode.

"the weather- yes, the weather is... getting cold. we should get going."

"look, you don't have to come with me. my house isn't far from here anyway. you're shaking. just find a cab and head to your home. you won't be happy when you get sick and you have to be at the studio at that moment."

oh how sincere you were in your words and how caring you were towards him.

"i'm gonna be fine," he smirked and you both started to walk next to each other.

both of you didn't talk. although the silence wasn't disturbing. it was a comfortable one. million thoughts were flying inside his head right now. he was mainly thinking about your current situation. what you two were? what you were to him? was this feeling temporary? was this feeling gonna hunt him constantly? he didn't know.

the only thing he knew was that he had to find a reason to hang out with you again.

he wanted to know more about you. wanted to hear about your college life and lessons. want to know about your family and friends. wanted to know your favorite color, food, animal, movie, and more. he wanted to learn about you more.

"are you feeling warm yet?" you broke the long silence. but it seemed like he was in his deep thoughts.

"saul?" you called him. he then came back to reality and looked at you. "

"huh? excuse me, i was thinking about something."

"i asked if you're feeling warm yet."

"oh, yeah. pretty much."

"good."

a silence occurred between you once again. this time, he broke it. with saying something unexpected.

"although i would feel completely warm if you make me a soup."

you laughed hysterically. "i bet those chicks make hella delicious soups."

"nah, i don't think so. i want to try your meals someday."

he didn't care about it anymore. he didn't care anymore if he was being someone else. he liked it

"someday... someday seems cool."

"your behavior did really change. i would lie if i say i don't miss the old lovey-dovey miss fortune [name]."

"h-huh? don't call me miss fortune. i'm not interested in that stuff that much now. besides, unlike you, i love this saul."

"oh? you don't like my old me?"

"he was salty, but he was okay. i would still hang out with him."

he couldn't hide his smile but managed to hide his slightly flushed cheeks. even if he was being like this, or normal himself, you would still be next to him.

finally, you both were standing in front of your house. you inhaled and looked at him. "thank you for your accompany."

he just shrugged, couldn't find anything to say. so you cleaned your throat. "good night, saul. take care."

"you too, good night."

you smiled and before you pulled the door he called you by your name. you turned your head at him.

"no good night kisses?" he asked with a cheeky tone. you just rolled your eyes at him playfully. "don't tease me, boy, now go and get some sleep."

"woah woah woah woah- you know what it feels like to me? like i just skipped a big part of a romance novel." duff laid on the couch, almost going to sleep right there.

"i know it happened in one night but, i'm telling you. this time, wasn't like the first time. the first time i really wanted to walk away from there. but this time, i didn't want it to end."

"congratulations on your new hook-up then. just know, i'm gonna make it shorter by saying she's the last person to fall in love with."

"hey, mind your own business!"

"fine fine..." the bassist yawned loudly before slowly drifting off.

they didn't talk for a few minutes since saul was lost in his thoughts again. then something clicked in his mind.

there weren't two versions of him. there wasn't this cheeky and normal saul. there was only one. and that only one have…

he broke the silence.

"dude, i think i've fallen in love with her for real."

the bassist woke up and dropped his bottle of vodka to the floor. "you what?!"

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[samiwife]

Hii there! How are you?

I loved your post about Izzy headcanons and preferences, and I was wondering if you could write how would be him giving Princess Treatment to his girl?

Tysm! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Yes of course <3 I've been planning on making a fanfic like this so here you go <3 Thanks 4 the request

Little Miss Princess ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Izzy Stradlin x Reader)

♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Izzy's form of affection is personal service. Izzy was always the silent type but his love for you is in his actions. He's always treating you like a princess. Like that one time when you hurt your ankle and he carried you around the house. He'd always ask what you need or get you things you didn't ask for. One time you and Izzy were walking past a fancy boutique window, and you saw a beautiful silk pastel pink dress. You quietly muttered the words "I would kill to have that dress." Izzy heard you and quickly ran inside and bought it. Just like that, no second thought. He just ran in and went out with the dress in hand. You were shocked. Izzy treated you like a princess.

One day, you decided to take Izzy to the mall with you. Most of the time, Izzy hated going to the mall with anyone. But with you, he'll do it any day and anytime. You brought your purse and quickly drove to the mall with Izzy. You stepped through the mall's door. "Babe, what store are you going into?" Izzy said looking down at you. "I was thinking about this cute dress shop on the second floor." You said holding his hand. Izzy nods and continues to walk with you upstairs to the shop. "Izzy, you don't have to come with me. You can look at shops you like." You said to Izzy while smiling.

"No, I want to be with you," Izzy said sternly as he pulled you closer. You blushed and continued to walk to the store. You finally reached the store. You quickly started scanning the clothes and shoes. Izzy was standing behind you the entire time giving little comments when you asked. "Do you think this color would look good with these shoes?" You asked Izzy. He gives it a thought and then looks at the dress and shoes. "I think the shoes need to be a darker shade, but I know you like lighter colors so I think you should get a lighter dress. But you're always beautiful." Izzy explained while giving a slight smile. You grinned widely and kissed him on the cheek.

You picked out a lighter shade of the dress and began to walk to the front and pay. Izzy gently pushed you to the side and slapped down his card. "No baby, I'll pay," Izzy said sternly again. "No Izzy, you've done enough for me. I'll pay." You said giggling. But Izzy wasn't. "No baby, I am going to pay. And you're not changing my mind." Izzy said as he stood over you. You gulped and smiled. "Okay fine, Iz. You can pay." You said backing away from the counter. Izzy smiled widely and swiped his card. The two of you walked out of the clothing store and began walking downstairs.

"Hey Iz, since you paid. We can go visit your favorite record shop down the street." You said holding his hand. Izzy's face grew bright and he began speeding up his pace in walking. "Oh looks like someone is excited." You said laughing. "Thank you, Y/N. I love you." Izzy said confidently. This was a shock to you since Izzy rarely ever said "I love you", you would always say it but you just get a kiss back. After Izzy said that, you quickly wrapped your arms around him and kissed his lips. Izzy kissed back and ran his finger through your hair.

"I love you too, Izzy." You said smiling.

#80s rock #80s music #fanfiction #izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin smut #izzy stradlin imagines #izzy stradlin fanfiction #izzy gnr #gnr #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses

[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!!!!

#izzy stradlin imagine #izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin #gnr #guns n roses #guns n roses smut #guns n roses fic

[jasminocano]

duff mckagan on his way to GAG CITY

#gag city #duff mckagan #axl rose #slash gnr #steven adler #izzy stradlin #guns n roses #guns n roses x reader #lena's ☆

[groupiewhoreee]

Hi! if you have time would you write getting caught with izzy smut cause he needed you so bad

hiii!!!!! omg surr! i'd love to do this! also i have been getting so many izzy requests LMAO people are just so downbad for izzy ig

Heat Of The Moment

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, P in V, unprotected sex, just smut.

Summary: In request by a lovely anon <3

Note: I didn't read over this or anything since I was busy at the moment! So its bad.

One of Izzy's hands were entangled in your hair, tugging it ever so slightly and yanking your head backwards. His other hand was rested on your hip, gently caressing your curves that you had to offer. Soft, but yet quiet moans of pleasure escaped the airplane bathroom, grunts, and low pitched groans could be hear too, mixing together with your moans. Your legs shook, and quaked, as you were leant over the small sink that was cramped into the tiny bathroom. He pounded away at you at a rough but fast pace. "Fuck, Izzy-" You moaned out in a high pitch, your voice cracked alongside it. Izzy took his hand / fingers out of your hair, releasing his grip and immediately over to your mouth, covering it. "Shh, be quiet baby. You don't want them to hear, don't you? Unless you want them to hear.." Izzy chuckled lightly into your ear, continuing to go at a rough pace. You simply nodded, moaning into his hand as it was muffled. You didn't know if the other boys were awake, yet. Izzy sweet-talked you, "Your so pretty baby, I just can't resist you.. wearing skirts so short," He hummed with a smirk. Before you got into the bathroom with the male, Axl, Duff, Steven, and Slash were all asleep, snoring away. You assumed they couldn't hear you. .. or maybe they could? You let out a pleasured sigh, your eyes rolled back into your head. Izzy's mouth went to your neck, sucking at the skin, and making purple, but almost pink love bites. He bit into your skin, leaving harsh bite marks. You were close, and Izzy was too. "I'm close, sweetheart." He hummed in your ear, before going back to burying his face into your neck, his long and flowing black hair fell over his face.

Maybe after a minute or two, you climaxed, and cum dripped down your thighs. Izzy still wasn't there yet, so he continued to thrust into you. Little did you know, you didn't lock the bathroom door. Why? You forgot since it was so rushed,, and he needed you. Bad. Izzy grunted, about to cum until Axl, opened the airplane door. You two immediately looked over at him. "-Holy shit," Axl said, now covering his eyes, but he began to laugh. "I see you two we're having fun?" He asked to you, and you frowned. "Get out!" You shouted. "Okay okay, jesus, i'm leaving. Maybe lock the door next time, dumbass." Axl rolled his eyes, and closed it. After a minute, Izzy went back at it and came inside of you, not asking if you wanted him to or not. You two got all dressed and ready, and when you guys walked out, they were all snickering and staring at you. Axl had told all of them what happened. "So I-" Duff didn't get to finish, "-Shut up." Izzy huffed and went to sit with you in the very back. He let you have the window seat and held your hand. "Sorry, I forgot to lock it. I just needed you so bad," He chuckled. "It's okay," you hummed in reply. "I love you, babe." He told you, and kissed your cheek. "I love you too, Izzy," You replied and kissed his nose.

#request #smutty #anon <3 #smut #guns n roses #duff gnr #gnr smut #izzy gnr #steven adler #axl gnr #slash gnr #izzy stradlin #izzy stradlin smut #izzy stradlin x reader #axl rose #duff mckagan #slash hudson #saul hudson #steven gnr #smut smut smut #guns n roses smut #guns n roses fic #gnr imagine #gnr fic #gnr x reader

[metallicaislife]

Christmas Decorating - Guns N Roses

When you showed up at the Hell House you were flabbergasted that absolutely not a single one of the guys had brought any Christmas decorations when they moved here

At the same time that tracks though

So you went to the store with the guys in tow

Filling your cart with a tree, lights, ornaments, tinsel, garland and anything else you could think of 

They helped grabbing things they thought were needed as well 

The lot of you pooled your money together to purchase the Hell House decorations 

“This is a lot.” Axl groaned as you loaded the vehicle

“Well, one big purchase now, Christmas decorations for years to come.” You said 

After it was loaded you went back to the Hell House and emptied the vehicle

Duff and Slash decided to assemble the tree

Steven took it upon himself to put the garland everywhere 

Izzy took the lights out of the boxes and prepped them to put on the tree, luckily for him since they were in the box they weren’t too tangly 

You and Axl put the tops and hooks on the generic ornaments you’d gotten 

Steven laughed as he started wrapping garland around you and the others

“Wait, where is the music?” Slash asked 

“On it!” Steven said who was mostly done with the task he’d given himself

He put on an old Christmas record that helped the time go by quickly 

After Slash and Duff finished the tree, you and Izzy wrapped it in lights 

Axl had a set idea in his head about the ornaments so the rest of you watched and chatted as he meticulously decorated the tree

“Duff you’re putting the star on.” Axl said handing the star to Duff

Duff smiled and put it on with ease

You plugged the lights in, it was really pretty 

“Thanks for making us get decorations.” Slash said

You smiled at him and nodded 

You all spent the rest of the evening enjoying one another’s company and pretty the tree you put up together

#guns n roses x reader #guns n roses scenarios #guns n roses imagine #guns n roses #slash x reader #slash gnr #slash hudson #slash #duff mckagan x reader #duff gnr #duff mckagan #izzy stradlin #izzy stradlin x reader #steven adler #steven adler x reader #axl rose #axl rose x reader #gnr

[tobybestupid]

They fell asleep with your kid

Guns n Roses

Summary: your bf took a nap with your kid (from a past relationship)

Gifs not mine

Saul Hudson

^ You went out to run a few errands, trusting your boyfriend with little Emma.

^. You came back to Emma and Saul cuddling together on the couch as strawberry shortcake played on the TV.

^. You'd smile at the two, knowing that Emma had been rather tired that day. It was cute to see them napping together.

Axl Rose

^ Axl saw you had seemed super a little stressed out recently for some reason so he told you to go treat yourself to something.

^ after you came back you saw little Duncan on Axl's lap, snoring quietly with some food residue around his lips. And Axl was asleep too, drooling slightly as he snored loudly.

(Dad axl makes me happy)

Steven Adler

^ you were going to the store, and we're gonna bring your kid Elijah with you, but he begged to, "stay with mr. Popcorn".

^ so you gave in, making sure they'd be okay for about 30 minutes and of course they were fine.

^ by the time you got back Elijah was passed out on top of Steven's chest, and Steven was simply watching the TV as he slept.

Izzy Stradlin

^ Izzy never necessarily cared for kids, but when you couldn't find a babysitter, you asked Izzy. And he said yes, he's never been left alone with your kid, given the fact Sidney is 3.

^ Once you were done with your errands you went to pick up Sid.

^ You opened the door and saw Izzy and Sid asleep together onto the couch, snoring softly and Izzy was holding onto her protectively, as if she was his own child.

Duff McKagan

^ You were super scared of leaving Douglas ANYWHERE. Unless it was with one of your parents and/or super close friends.

^ So you asked Duff if he could help you get over this fear, and he agreed

^ So you left Doug with Duff for about an hour, and when you came back Doug was curled up with Duff on couch, sleeping safe and sound.

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I HAVE LIKE NO IDEAS ON WHAT TO WRITE ABT...😟

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[skeletonea]

The things I would do to this man

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[he-goes-down]

Hiiiiii!! I was wondering if you’d do a Axl x Reader fic we’re Axl is feeling down so he steals one of the readers plushies and cuddles with it until the reader finds him like that and then makes him feel better somehow then they like have happy, silly sex? Btw love your works sweetheart…💗💗💗

OMG THATS SO CUTE

ILY SO MUCH AAAAA

If you cringe from the silly things you have permission to slap me

Masterlist

Pairing: Axl Rose x reader

Human Nature

Warnings: fluff and smut, unprotected p in v, silly sex

Second person POV:

It had been a few weeks of you working busily, this meant you were in your little study at home 24/7, only coming out to eat and go to the bathroom, occasionally Axl would come in and bring you food and peck on the cheek. You would be so tired after work you’d sleep on the little couch in the room. Which Axl would also walk in and put a blanket over you, kissing your forehead. But then again some days you had interaction with him at all, like from you working as he was out of the house and sleeping when he got home, ect.

Though you hadn’t realised how hard not seeing you was affecting Axl.

He’d walk sometimes throughout the day, when you were on a call with your boss, into the lounge put on your favourite show, hoping you would show up and watch with him, although he did watch the full show anyway and record it for yo. He also walk into the bedroom and lie on your side of the bed, head on your pillow and smelling your scent that meant so much to him and made his heartbeat fast. Sometimes as-well as scrounging through your perfumes, dresses and makeup. Trying to relieve experiences of him watching you as you got dressed for something fancy, but always falling with the makeup and the dresses being a bit too small. Although you and him did have a few times where you put him inna dress and did his makeup. He wanted those times back.

You were finally done with half of your big project and your manager called to say that the rest if the team will do the next bit, meaning you could finally relax. Stretching as you got up from your chair with a big sigh, you head to the door of the study and opened it. Right now you needed a hug and some love. Searching for your boyfriend in the living room, not there, in the kitchen, not there. Heading to your guys bedroom, that you haven’t stepped into in ages. You saw your boyfriend laying on your side of the bed, cuddling one of your favourite stuffed toys. His eyes closed, his face implanted into the back of the plushie. Holding it like how he’d hold you when you slept and cuddled at night. Your heart sank seeing him miss you like this. You went over to the bed side and sat next to him, lightly snoring as you gripped the plushie tighter unconsciously. You began to softly rub his back and call for him. “Axl honey…” you said softly. Squeezing the plushie again as his brows knit, thinking that you were calling him in his dream. “Baby…” he whispered to himself in his sleep. “Ax.” You said shaking him lightly and kissing his cheek. “Hm?” He groaned as his eyes fluttered open. His heart nearly jumping out of his chest when he saw you. Throwing the plushie to god know where. You giggled at his embarrassed state. God you missed this man. He didn’t know what to say for a second but you just kissed him. He kissed back with desperation, taking you by the waist and pulling you to lie next to him. He broke the kiss and just held you close and tight to his chest. His chin placed on the top of your head. Squeezing his eyes shut, as he squeezed you. “I missed you so much.” He spoke and adding a joke saying “ I can’t believe you left me for 3 years to go fight off in the war.” You giggled at his response, he always did that even if you were gone grocery shopping for an hour. “ I missed you too.” You said softly. Both of you missed each others bodies, romantically. Missed cuddling, missed staring into each others eyes, kissing, holding hands. He began to leave pepper kisses all over your face. Making your giggle at the ticklish feeling, you felt his smile against your face as you laughed at his actions. “I missed this pretty face.” He said kissing your forehead. He took your leg making it hook around his waist and bringing you closer to him. If he could he would crawl under your skin and live there forever. He need to be in you.

You felt him becoming hard under you as he thought of another kind of being inside of you. You breathed in as you felt yourself blush and wetness beging to pool down there. He kissed you and then kissed your neck, nibbling on the skin. You laughed again at the ticklish feeling, this time it sending shocks through your body and you began to grind on Axl’s tent. He gasped at the action. Now his hand going to your hip, giving it a squeeze. “What’ you think you doing huh?” He smirked as he gave light chuckle. “Nothing…” you gave an innocent smile, “Mhm.” He playfully rolled his eyes and kissed you. Both of you closing your eyes as you faded into the now lustful kiss. Soon you were both undressing each-other. It’s the Axl Rose effect. You in only your under wear and him as-well. He unclasped your bra, breaking off from your kiss and putting your bra on his bare chest. “I think I need a bigger size. Don’t you?” He looked up at you after inspecting your bra. You chuckled, taking the bra from him and throwing it somewhere. He laughed as well and began to kiss you again. Axl’s hand moved from your back where your bra was to your hips and peeling off your panties off your legs. His fingers going back up your legs, his index and middle doing a walking man movement on your skin before he gripped your hips, and his thumb rubbed circles on your clit whilst he grinded his clothed hard dick on your pussy. Your wetness spilling over onto the fabric of his underwear. “Your boxers have a bit of a stain on it, I think you have to take them off.” You said smiling as you kissed each other. “I think so.” He responded and took of his now lightly soak underwear. His dick lightly slapping your wet cunt as it got off it’s restraints. You sighed at it and Axl took the queue to tease his tip on your folds. Purposely missing your soaking cunt as his tip moved up and down your pussy. You whined, wanting him in you already. “Ax, please.” You groaned, your back arching as your body ached for his dick. “Is this what you want?” He queried as his cock slowly entered your tight pussy. Your hands sprung to his back, clawing and scratching as he thrusted into you unprompted. He groaned, his hips bucking into you, “Fuck” his low curse rang through your ear as he thrusted into you more harshly. Making you moan his name, and with that praise he fucked you even harder.

“Axl- fuck-… cum- I’m gonna-“ you moaned loudly, sounding like a broken record as you came over his dick. Mumbling and sighing as he was still driving his dick in and out of you. His thrusts getting more uneven, as your orgasm made your pussy even tighter which made his dick begin to squeeze out an orgasm. “God baby- I’m gonna cum in you.” He groaned and panted lowly before he shot cum into your aching pussy. Sighing as he came down from his high. Pulling out and letting his cum spill out of you and onto the sheets. “Shit. How do we explain that to the dry cleaners.” He joked. Kissing you, always smiling against your lips, just happy to be next to again and joking around.

“Hey we should do this again sometime, give me your number.”

“Sorry, I got a boyfriend, his name is Axl Rose.” You stuck your tongue out at his remark.

Always time for jokes.

A/n: IDK HOW TO WRITE SILLY SMUT SORRY I TRIED, WELL NOT ENOUGH BUT HEY HO

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