#guns n roses fans

[rocknrollflames]

Reminds me a little of E.T. in the closet with all the stuffed animals.

#slash #guns n roses #gnr #guns n' roses #slash gnr #patience #gnr lies #rock n roll #rock and roll #axl rose #guns n roses fans #duff mckagan #izzy stradlin #steven adler #slash's snake #rock n' roll #video vixens #rock n roll history #rock n' roll history #saul hudson

[mycollectionmylife]

HOLLYWOOD ROSE 🎤🌹🎤🌹🎤🌹

#axl rose #axl rose fans #the 80s #izzy stradlin #axl rose forever #axl #hard rock #hollywood rose #guns n roses fans #music

[stvnszlr]

yeah i don’t think you understand how much this old man means to me

#if there are no steven fans in the world then i am dead . #every day i think about getting to hug him #steven adler #gnr #guns n roses #duff mckagan #steven gnr

[thesmokingguns]

Witches w/ Izzy STradlin

Super fluffy piece I wrote around Halloween <3

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

Izzy was beat.

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

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

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

“Quiet.”

“You be quiet, Tara.”

“Shut up, Tessa.”

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

“Don’t be a tattletale, Toni.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One witch down, two to go.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anything for his family.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[meikadonnelly]

Dust n' Bones

~izzy stradlin~

you and izzy are very close friends and you go over to his apartment to see him when he shows you a song he's writing...

no trigger warning <3

fluff

You walk up to Izzy's apartment and knock on his door. He called you about 30 minutes ago asking if you wanted to hang out with him today which you of course did. You turn and look over your shoulder to watch the cars going past until you hear the latch on his door and you turn around to see him smiling. "Hey," you say.

"I'm glad you came," he says.

"Did you think I wouldn't?" You ask, walking in and closing the door behind you.

"Not really," he says which makes you laugh. You look over to the lounge area as he walks over to the fridge and notice Izzy's journal on the coffee table and his black guitar sitting on the sofa.

"You writing something?" You ask. He turns around as he takes a sip of water from the fridge. He nods without saying anything. You look at him with a slight smile on your face. He sits the bottle of water on the counter and sighs.

"You wanna hear it don't you?" he asks. You nod eagerly and he shakes his head and rolls his eyes but he still has a smirk on his face. We go and sit on the sofa and he puts one leg on the couch with his guitar on top. He strums the guitar. It's a different style to what he usually writes.

"He lost his mind today, he left it out back on the highway, on 65," he start singing quietly. You listen to the lyrics trying to work out what they mean.

"She loved him yesterday, yesterday's over, I said okay, that's alright," he continues. You slowly piece together that the song is about a break up or something close. He finishes the parts of the song that he's written and look at me. "You like it?" he asks.

"Of course I do!" You say back which makes him smile. "Your voice suits it perfectly," you add. He shrugs, putting his guitar down. "What?" you ask.

"Axl's our singer, he'll sing it," he says. "Plus it's not even finished, and it might never be, it's only an idea."

"You have a right to sing your own song, if you ask him, I'm sure he'll be fine with you singing it," you say. "Plus, I think it should go on the next album." He looks up at you.

"You think so?" he asks.

"Yes!" you reply. He stands up and walks to the fridge to grab another water for you. While he walks back over, he asks a question.

"Do you get what it's about?"

"A breakup? Or relationship problems?" You reply, still a little unsure.

"Kind of, but that's only part of it," he says, passing you the bottle of water and sitting down right next to you. "It's about how life is too short to worry about things that have already happened, for example a break up," he explains. You watch as he tells you about the song. He turns towards you so you cross your legs and face him.

"Is it based on experience?" you ask, knowing that he'd gone through a messy breakup about 3 months ago. He shrugs again.

"I guess so," he admits before continuing. You stay silent but listen to him closely. He finally looks at you and you make eye contact with him. He pauses for a second before you notice his face change. It looks like he's thinking about something. Something other than the song.

"You okay?" you ask, and he glances at you.

"Fuck it," he says quietly and you raise an eyebrow.

"Wha-," he cuts you off by kissing you and almost straight away, you return it. You both pull away after a second and look at each other. He laughs and you feel yourself blush so you look down at your lap.

"Was that okay?" he asks you. You nod and he smiles. "Good," he replies before kissing you again. This time he pushes you to lay down on the sofa and he is hovering above you.

"About time," you murmur in between kisses.

"Oh shut up," Izzy says, laughing. You both stop for a moment and look at each other before Izzy lets himself lay on your chest, his lower body in between your legs. You run your hands through his black hair and you sit up slightly to let his arms go behind your back. You both lay there in silence for about 5 minutes before you hear voices outside Izzy's door which is followed by a knock.

"You want me to get that?" you ask. Izzy groans which vibrates through your chest.

"They'll go away," he finally says and if on queue, you hear the door open look to see Duff and Steven. "Or not," Izzy says. The two boys stop and look down at Izzy who has lifted his head up.

"About fucken time man," Duff says to Izzy.

"That's what I said!" you tell him. Izzy groans once again and puts his head back down. Duff and Steven walk over and sit down on the floor in the lounge and Izzy rolls onto his back and sits up a bit. You put your arms around his neck.

"Okay guys, just make yourself at home, its fine," Izzy says, slightly annoyed. you giggle quietly.

"We wanna talk to you about the album," Steven says.

"What about it?" Izzy asks.

"Well, have you got any song ideas?" Duff asks. Izzy glances at his notebook which prompts Duff to grab it. He reads through the lyrics and looks back at Izzy. "Can you show us?" he asks. Izzy sits up and grabs his guitar, laying back down on you. He shows them exactly what he showed you and you watch Duff and Steven's reaction.

"That's awesome," Steven says once he's finished. "We need that on the album."

"And you have to sing it," Duff says. Izzy leans his head back at you and you smile.

"Axl's voice won't suit it as much as yours," Steven adds.

"Okay well, we need to talk to the others before we decide anything," Izzy says.

"If they agree then will you?" Steven asks. Izzy thinks for a second.

"I suppose it is my song.." he says.

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[merlinpinkpant]

新一波的点图👌

#fan art #dc #sandman #the sandman #the corinthian #barry keoghan #axl rose #bruce wayne #daniel hall #guns n roses #ben barnes #darklina #shadow and bone #christianbale #batman #give me six characters to make fanart of #sixfanarts

[panyate]

So… I made an animation meme of my pookie

#draw #fan art #animation meme #boothill #hsr argenti #honkai star rail #meme #guns n roses

[theseattleheadfanclub]

Happy birthday to the lovely Mr. Izzy Stradlin!🎉❤️

#duff mckagan #duff gnr #duff mckagan gnr #the seattle head fan club #seattle head #the seattle head fan page #guns n' roses #guns n roses #gnr #izzy gnr #izzy stradlin

[milkyb4t]

#plap plap plap GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT #i literally started to play this game for him.... #boothill #save a horse ride a cowboy #honkai star rail #honkai impact #hsr #fan art #art #genshin impact #guns n roses #small business

[rocknrollflames]

#axl rose #guns n roses #axl gnr #gnr #gnr fans #guns n roses fans #erin is still my favorite #axl and erin

[mycollectionmylife]

Izzy Stradlin e Duff Mckagan

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[izzystradlindoesitforme]

Izzy Stradlin Chest Appreciation Day

Forgive me for objectifying you, Izzy. I love your mind and your talent too. I swear I'm not just after your body! I just can't help myself. You're so damn sexy.

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[thesmokingguns]

The Exorcist w/ Izzy Stradlin

MINORS DNI 18+

Izzy spits into my pussy, two of his long fingers pushing into my already soaked entrance as I bite the back of my hand, pushing his head down under the leather jacket he threw over my lap as a makeshift blanket so no one can see the way he's feasting on me.

I’m spread open, my legs over his shoulder, my ass at the edge of the fake velvet movie theater seating as The Exorcist plays for the midnight showing.

The local theater does a lead up to Halloween, playing all the classic horror movies for midnight showings and we've been going to all of them.

Tonight, after a late dinner, Izzy walked us into the back row, his mouth on mine as we made out more than watched the movie. Until he had said fuck it, looking around at the mostly empty theater, dropping to his knees in front of me so that he can taste me.

I was already dripping for him before he even lowered his lips to the swollen bud of my clitoris. My body vibrating with the need for him that couldn’t be contained.

“Fuck.” his curse word is dirty and delicious and the way he swears with pleasure as he eats me out makes me heat up all over. The way he wants me drives me so crazy. He wants me without caring how it looks. He doesn’t care who sees how the love we share consumes him like a drug.

I’m his favorite addiction and he won’t be kicking the habit of me anytime soon.

“Fuck me with your tongue.” His fingers curl upward, tapping like he knows morse code as my knees strangle his neck.

What a hell of a way to kill him. Would it be from suffocation from my legs or accidental drowning on my wet pussy?

I should know better than to tell him what to do but I can’t help myself.

“Izzy.” He pulls away, the wet sounds that his fingers are making as his other hand comes up to his lips in a silent hush sound. Apparently you can’t be loud when your boyfriend goes down on you in a theater.

Guess that's something you oughta know or whatever Alanis Morisette said.

His fingers slide out of me, pushing small circles around my clit as his tongue drags wet strokes over my slit, teasing my entrance as I think about how I’m rocking against his face, the chair under me squeaking like it’s going to break from the way I’m pushing it. At least I’ll have a soft landing on his face.

The tip of his tongue prods me as his hand slides around  my thighs before he pulls me forward, more on his face than the chair now.

“IZZY!” I scream his name as his tongue slips fully inside me, two fingers moving up and down on my clit. My orgasm overtaking any sense that I might have had.

I’m chasing my pleasure as his fingers that had been rubbing my clit are shoved into my mouth as a makeshift gag. The salty musk of my own body fills my senses as I moan around the digits. Izzy still tongue fucking me as Linda Blair throws up what looks like pea soup on camera.

The leather jacket falls to the ground and I grip Izzy’s hair. I can cum again. The feeling of a second orgasm is right there and Izzy is chasing that high with me.

I moan loudly, mouth loosening around his fingers as his eyes shoot up to catch sight of my hooded lust filled gaze downward. He wants to taste me cumming again. I can see the way he is waiting or it.

My back arches off the chair and I’m cumming again, spasming as he presses a hand against my stomach and holding me like I’m the one having an exorcism performed.

Izzy wipes his mouth as he slides into his seat, picking up a piece of popcorn and pushing the wet fingers and salty food in his mouth with an exaggerated moan as I try to remember how to breathe.

“Delicious.” I look next  to me, the way he gives me a smirk like he didn’t just try to suck the soul out of me through my pussy has me shaking  my head.

Reaching for my hand he presses it to the front of his black jeans, letting me rub up and down against the erection that is straining in his pants.

He’s so fucking hard for me, wants me so much that there is a wet spot from where his precum has been leaking out as he went down on me.

I should drop to my knees and go down on him in the theater but I’m greedy.

My hand pulls down his zipper, stroking his hard cock lazily as he watches the way my hand goes up and down, thumb rubbing over the wet head sucking on the salty precum that I collected before I’m sliding on his lap. My back is flush with his front as I lower myself onto his cock.

Izzy’s hand is on my hip, holding me as I seat myself against him, filling myself with his hard length, rolling my hips to get a tighter fit.

Leaning forward, my hands are on the seat in front of me, bracing myself as I rise and fall, riding him as the movie plays. Izzy watched me instead of what we paid to see, seeing where we we’re connected. Watching the way my hungry pussy creams against his cock , making a mess and sounds that people can definitely hear as I ride him.

“Naughty girl.” He grips my hair, hand snaking around my stomach as he tops me from the bottom, pushing himself in me as he rides me, just holding me along for the ride, “I can feel your greedy cunt trying to cum again. You want me to drain my balls in this tight little cunt, don’t you pretty darling?” I nod, overly sensitive from the two orgasms he’s already delivered to me. “Ask nicely and I’ll fill you with my cum, darling.” His breath is warm against my ear.

Fuck.

I don’t even know how to make my mouth move or how to form words but I need to please him more than anything. All I want is to make him happy.

“Please, Izzy. I want your cum.” His hand slaps my pussy, the sound lewd and loud as I buck. The hot wave of my orgasm washing over me.

“Good girl, darling. SO fucking hot squeezing around me.” His breath comes out in puffs as he groans out, fucking me on the squeaking chair until his cum is filling e, his cock throbbing inside of me as he fills me with hot swirls of his seed.

The sound he makes as he breathes in my air, trying to catch his breath after having fucked me makes me shiver.

“Need to get you home, pretty darling. I need more of you.” He helps me stand up as my legs trembled, “I’m going to have you holding on to me for dear life when we get home. Let you scratch my backup as you try to get a grip. But you’ll be my good little fuck doll, won’t you darling?” he kisses my temple as he zips his pants up, picking up the popcorn and grabbing my hand, leading us towards the exit.

I’ll be the best fuck doll for him.

My cheeks burn as we take what feels like the walk of shame through the theater but it was worth it. So fucking worth it.

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[heidismagblog]

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[meikadonnelly]

~izzy stradlin~

izzy stradlin x fem reader

you and izzy have an argument

trigger warning : arguing, swearing and just general talk of anger that may be triggering for certain people (no physical)

angst/fluff at the end.

You’re sitting on your living room couch of a small apartment in which you and your boyfriend Izzy both live in as he’s sitting on the opposite end, trying to change his guitar strings. He’s getting frustrated and just when you think he’s calming down, you hear a snap and look over to see one of his strings, snapped in half, laying broken along his black guitar.

“For fucks sake!” he yells, throwing one of his tools down onto the coffee table. You look at him as he sighs and runs his fingers through his hair while breathing deeply.

“Maybe you should have a break? Are you hungry? I could make y-”

“No,” he interrupts loudly.

“Are you sure? It might make you feel bet-”

“Just stop!” he yells, interrupting again and looking at you, his hair covering his face slightly. “I don’t need any fucking help, i’m not a baby,” he says bluntly. You look at him.

“I never said you were,” you say quietly. “I was just trying to help.”

“Well don’t,” he says, standing up and walking into the bedroom, slamming the door loudly. You stay sitting there, looking out the window for a while, thinking about what had just happened. You’re not sure how long you’re sitting there for but after a while, you hear the bedroom door open. You look up to see your grumpy boyfriend, walking into the kitchen and to the fridge. You watch him open the fridge door and stand there, looking into it blankly. “Stop looking at me,” he grumbles, grabbing a bottle of water and shutting the door abruptly.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, trying to make him look at you. He ignores you and starts walking out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. “Can you stop being an asshole and come here?” you snap quickly, frustrated with his attitude. He stops and turns around, looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Excuse me?” he says, glaring at you.

“I’m sorry,” you say, regretting your choice of words. “I just want to know what’s wrong.” He steps forward and narrows his eyes.

“No, you wanna know what’s wrong? I’m sick of always being the bad guy when I don’t want to talk about things,” he says. You frown slightly, examining his face which shows frustration but deep down, you can tell he’s upset about something.

“I’m not frustrated because you don’t want to talk, i’m frustrated because you take all your shit out on me!” you say loudly. His breath hitches at the tone of your voice and he sits the bottle of water on the kitchen counter, crossing his arms.

“You were the one who decided to pry,” he says bluntly which makes you let out a frustrated sigh.

“You’re my boyfriend, of course i’m going to ask what’s wrong when you’re clearly acting different,” you argue to which he rolls his eyes.

“For fucks sake,” he mutters under his breath as he runs his hand over his face. “Just leave me alone,” he finally says, picking his water up and walking back to the bedroom.

You stay sitting on the couch while silence fills the apartment. You sit for about 15 minutes before deciding to attempt talking to Izzy. You walk slowly to the door and knock gently, pushing it open at the same time. You look into the dark room to see Izzy sitting on the edge of the bed with his face in his hands. “Izzy?” you say quietly. He doesn’t look up so you continue further into the room, eventually standing in front of him. “Izzy,” you say, this time a little louder. You stare at him as he takes a few deep breaths before looking up at you. He moves his gaze back down to his hands as he speaks.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. You tilt your head as you look down at him. “I’m so stressed about the new album and I don’t know how to fix it,” he admits.

“Some things you can’t always fix Izzy,” you say. “But you can always ask for help,” you add on. He lets out a big sigh before finally looking at you. You look back down at him and smile gently. He puts his arm out and grabs yours, pulling you to stand in between his legs. He rests his forehead against your stomach as you put your arms around his head. “Let me help you,” You whisper as you feel his shaky breath on your stomach.

“I don’t want to drag you into my problems,” he mutters against your skin. You put your hand under his chin and raise it to look at you.

“I love you Izzy, and that means that I am here to help and support you whenever you need it, no matter how big or small the problem is,” you say as he watches you. “Please don’t try to handle this on your own because we both know it’s not going to make anything better.”

He keeps looking at you, not saying anything, for a few moments before closing his eyes for a brief second and taking a deep breath. “I need you to help me,” he finally says to which you tilt your head with a soft smile.

“I’m here for you okay?” you whisper.

“I love you, even if I don’t show it,” he says, standing up in front of you. He leans down a little to rest is forehead against yours, closing his eyes and staying quiet. You wrap your arms around his neck and close your eyes as well, taking in the silence and the smokey scent of the apartment. You both stand there for a second before you hear him shift a little so you open your eyes and pull away to look at him. He opens his eyes slowly to look at you, his eyes squinting slightly as the room is dim.

“Is there anything that I can do to help you now?” you ask softly. He thinks for a second.

“Just stay with me. Help me understand that i’m going to be okay,” he replies quietly. You nod with a soft smile and pull him back into a hug.

About 10 minutes later, you are both laying in bed, under the covers, enjoying the quiet. You’re both laying on your sides, facing each other. Izzy has his face hidden into your neck again as you run your fingers through his hair. His eyes are closed and he’s breathing is slowing down as he relaxes. You kiss the top of his head.

“We’re gonna be okay,” you whisper, closing your eyes too.

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