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sodalitefully · 4 years

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ANTHING that has to do with Duzzy, please!!! (I mean if you can lol) I'm also working on the second chap of my duzzy fic btw if youre interested in that lol... 🤐

Sure thing! So, ages ago @slashscowboyboots suggested a fic inspired by @sleazyizzy‘s art, and I never finished it... But I had about half of it done so I put the rest together last night and voila! Duzzy and Slaxl in a strip club AU! (pretty much sfw, just a little heated)

So Axl drags Izzy to this strip club that’s really not Izzy’s style at all – nor Axl’s for that matter, but Axl has been fawning over one of the dancers for weeks now, coming to watch his performances every weekend and generally being a pain in the ass with the way he never shuts up about this guy he’s never even spoken to. But Axl is determined that today he’s going to work up the courage to buy a lap dance, and he insisted that Izzy come along for moral support.

While Axl is waiting impatiently for his favorite’s turn on the stage, Izzy spends most of the evening hiding at the bar, occasionally sneaking peeks at the acts in the mirror on the wall behind the bartender. One in particular draws his attention, a tall, slender blonde in heeled thigh-high boots who works the pole with a coy playfulness that has Izzy turning around in his seat to watch properly.

The next performer is “Slash,” Axl’s unknowing paramour, and Izzy buries his nose back in his drink. He feels compelled to give Axl some privacy, knowing the extent of Axl’s feelings for the man on stage makes Izzy feel too much like a voyeur.

He rejoins Axl at a table when there’s a break in the performances, and shortly afterwards the dancers hit the floor. To his credit, Axl only looks a little nervous as he gets Slash’s attention. He blushes like mad when Slash informs him that he was wondering when he’d get the change to give his most loyal fan a private performance. The rest of the conversation is drowned out by the ambient noise, there’s an exchange of cash and then suspiciously even more conversation.

Slash is eyeing Izzy as he whispers in Axl’s ear, his permanent devious smirk is making Izzy nervous. He slides off of Axl’s lap and tosses Izzy a wink, but instead of approaching him Slash just turns and walks away swinging his hips as he struts through he crowded club. Both Axl and Izzy stare after him, but for different reasons: Axl’s gaze is glued to the strip of flesh between the top of Slash’s fishnet stockings and the bottom of his tiny latex shorts that are too small to hide the curve of Slash’s ass. Izzy, on the other hand, watches with trepidation as Slash searches the room for someone or something, his hair bouncing as he seems to find what he was looking for and disappears from view.

Izzy leans out of his chair towards Axl, still staring at the spot where Slash’s glittery cloud of hair disappeared. “What was that all about? What happened to finally working up the balls to ask for a dance?”

Axl laughs at him, his response is something about Slash and dances but most of it is lost in the clamor of the club.

“What?” Axl is smirking at him, clearly this infatuation with Slash has been a bad influence on him. “What did you do?”

“Just wait and see!” Axl yells back.

Resigned, Izzy scans the packed room, takes in the colored lights and dramatic makeup, avoids eye contact with a pair of dancers eying him hungrily and accidentally meeting the eyes of a fellow patron that sends him a lecherous wink. Izzy grimaces and casts his eyes downward to avoid any more unwanted attention, he’s wishing that Axl would talk to him so that no one else feels the need to when a familiar pair of ripped fishnets appears in front of him.

Next to Slash is a second pair of legs, paler and clad in shiny plastic leather. Izzy raises his gaze and is met with the sight of a lacy black thong, right in front of his face. Eyes blown and blushing, he looks higher still, up a flat, hairless belly until he reaches the hem of a flimsy netted shirt that hid nothing at all, and then finally cranes his neck to face the blond Amazon that stood before him, smiling down at Izzy with cherry-red lips and a look of shy amusement.

“Axl told me that you had your eye on our Duff Rose,” Slash explained, his hand lingering on the blond’s hip. “The dance is his treat, so just enjoy it, okay? Don’t worry, Duffy is a miracle worker; you’re in good hands.” Even with the platform on his boots, Slash had to tiptoe to dash a kiss onto Duff’s cheek before slipping away into Axl’s eager arms.

Duff reached out a slender hand to brush Izzy’s bangs out of his face, testing his reaction. Izzy leaned ever so slightly into the touch, so Duff took his chin gently in his fingers and guided him until he was leaning all the way back in his seat, then stepped forward to close the gap with his impossibly long legs straddling Izzy’s thighs, and his skimpy underwear still hovering at eye level, now close enough to make Izzy cross-eyed as he counted the freckles on the inside of the stripper’s thighs.

Izzy’s a tall guy, he’s not used to looking up at his partners, but even when Duff lowers himself to perch on his lap, Izzy still has to tilt his head back to watch the alluring gleam in Duff’s eyes.

It takes all his willpower to keep his hands off the beauty in front of him as Duff rocks his hips, strokes his long fingers up and down Izzy’s leather jacket, arches his back and bends low to brush crimson kisses onto Izzy’s neck. Duff is in fact a miracle worker, his playful, flirty comments make Izzy more relaxed while his teasing touches get him embarrassingly flustered. Axl, Slash, and the rest of the club fade away as Izzy is completely absorbed in Duff’s performance.

When the dance is over, Duff rises to his feet, but he bends over to reach Izzy’s ear: “I’ll see you again soon, won’t I?”

“Of course,” Izzy breathes. Ten minutes ago he was adamant that this would be the last time he set foot in this place... But a lot can change in ten minutes.

(Thank you! Requests are still open, more info here)

(oh and good luck on the second chapter of your duzzy fic, I’ll keep an eye out for it! 😊)

#oh wow that was longer than i thought!#i probably should have proofread this again...#sodafics #duzzy #slaxl #gnr #duff mckagan #izzy stradlin #axl rose #slash #saul hudson #reply

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fanficlibrary82 · 5 years

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Lucky Ones

Surprise, surprise, I'm in another fandom, lol. But this post by @umetsa inspired me like crazy and I 100% had to write it. She said that she was inspired by this song, so I took it as inspiration as well, and it...yeah, it's pretty damn inspiring, lol.

CW: Language

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People say I’m the life of the party

Because I tell a joke or two

Well, although I may be laughing loud and hearty

Deep inside I’m blue

The words fell from Cynthia’s lips as easily as they always had. Smoke curled lazily upwards as the pianist followed her lead. With half lidded eyes, she scanned the crowd, seeing familiar faces smirking devilishly back at her. Characters that showed up night after night, hoping to get a private encore. It made her sick.

Since you left

If you see me with someone else

Acting like I'm having big fun

Well, although he may look fine

He's not really a man

You're the only one

That’s when her eyes fell on someone new; a man, with salt and pepper hair and eyes that seemed to look into her soul. Normally the patrons of Lulu’s were younger; men hoping that if they show up enough the famed Songbird of the South would notice them, reward them, even, but this man...he didn’t have the same hopeful glint in his eyes of someone needing to get laid, no, his eyes were almost expectant; it wasn’t a matter of if he got laid. It was a matter of when.

Oh, look at my face

You'll see that my smile

Seems out of place

And if you look closer…

She held the last note, watching the newcomer carefully. He raised his glass of scotch to his lips, never breaking eye contact. The piano’s final note rang, the crowd applauded, but still, Cynthia couldn’t take her mind off of the man. The club’s owner slid an arm around her waist, sending her crashing back to earth.

“As always, our beautiful Cynthia Rae, gracing us with her angelic voice.” He kissed her temple and she stiffened, but did nothing.

Every performer in the state knew better than to shy away from their boss, no matter how seedy and awful they may be.

The man in the crowd raised an eyebrow at her, nodding his head towards the bar. Cynthia smiled, giving a small nod.

She slid onto a barstool, crossing her legs and giving the bartender an easy smile. With a kind smile in return, she slid Cynthia a Manhattan, extra vermouth. Releasing a soft sigh, she turned to face the room, sipping her drink and slowly scanning the club.

“You sounded beautiful,” said a voice to her left. Cynthia looked, finding the same man from before sitting beside her, a cigarette between his lips.

She smiled, setting her glass down and turning to face him. Now that he was closer, she could see that he was younger than she thought, late 30s, early 40s. His eye color seemed to shift in the light, a bright green one minute, a silvery blue the next. It was mesmerizing.

“Someone like you ought to know what beautiful is,” she replies coyly.

He chuckles lightly, taking a deep drag of the cigarette. “You’re one to talk, Miss Cynthia Rae.”

She traces the rim of her glass with a finger, eyes flicking from his lips to his eyes. “What do they call you?”

“Tonight, Rafael.”

“And tomorrow?”

He laughed again in lieu of an answer, a bright sound that spread warmth through her chest. She wanted to hear it again. Normally, her night would’ve ended here. She’d flirt back, they’d make out, maybe have mediocre sex, and she’d never see them again, not that she wanted to. But something about Rafael felt different. The way he looked at her, not like something to fuck and throw away, but as a real person made her feel...different.

His eyes trailed down her face, studying the way her lips curved upwards. They slid lower, admiring the way the light danced across her skin. The corners of his mouth twitched as his eyes followed her neckline to a tattoo peeking around the fabric. He could make out a name.

“Artie.”

She let out a humorless laugh.

“Come with me,” she decides, fishing the cherry out of her drink and popping it into her mouth.

“Where are we going?”

She slid off of her barstool, holding a hand out to him. “Somewhere where we can be alone.”

With a small smile he slid a 10 across the bar, stood, and took her hand. “Lead the way.”

Once they were outside he pinned her against the wall, kissing her roughly. She drew a sharp breath, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. One of his hands rested on her hip, squeezing tightly, while the other held her face, thumb tracing lightly down her throat. She shivered, pressing herself flush against him. He grinned against her lips, kissing along her jaw and down her neck, biting harshly. She hissed as he licked and sucked at the bite, stubble scraping against her skin. Her hands wove into his hair, tugging instinctively as he moaned in her ear.

He chuckled darkly as he kissed his way up to nip at her ear. “What is it Songbird?” He rasped. “Do you want me to stop?”

Cynthia dipped her head to catch his lips, delaying her answer.

He pulled back, resting his forehead against hers, their breath visibly mingling in the cool night air. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I just...needed to catch my breath,” she laughed softly, curling her fingers through his hair.

He released the grip on her hip and gently began to massage where there were sure to be bruises later. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Not in a way that I minded.”

Rafael smirked, but he didn’t miss the way that Cynthia drew her arms across her chest. “Let’s get you inside, Songbird. This doesn’t have to happen tonight.”

They untangled from each other, somewhat reluctantly, as she instantly tucked herself into his side. He chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and guiding her back in.

As they walked back to her room in comfortable silence, the singer studied the man at her side. He had a scar just above his lip that she hadn’t noticed before. His eyes were bright and intelligent, but they also seemed sad. It was alluring in a way; she wanted to understand him, to help him. The only question was how.

“I think this is you,” he said softly.

Cynthia blinked, realizing that they were, in fact, in front of her door. She frowned. “I don’t want you to leave.”

He smiled sadly. “I’m afraid that I’ll have to, tonight, at least.”

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

He thought for a moment and leaned to kiss her temple. “Tomorrow night, Songbird.”

She hummed softly as she faced him, giving him one last lingering kiss. “Tomorrow night.”

#mine #language cw #it's brief but you know #just in case #umetsa #lucky ones pt 1 #joaquin phoenix x oc #i just didn't want this to be an x reader i guess #but I'm hapoy with how it turned out #i like cynthia #i think this is all i need tag-wise #so if you enjoyed it consider following #if not please ignore this lol

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