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Joy and Peach: Jackets

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There was currently five feet of snow on the ground, enough that when Nikki looked outside he knew he would need to make peach a neon colored hat when she eventually woke up and decided to go play in the snow; she would vanish in the piles.

As if on cue she came barreling down the stairs. Thick socks over her leggings and a hoodie that she was pulling the hood up on. Nikki side stepped as she slid on the floor grabbing the winter boots by the door.

“Peach, wear a hat and gloves.” He was helping her put them on, shaking his head how she was like a puppy dog when it came to snow. He reached for her coat as she tried to duck away from him, “it’s freezing you need to wear a jacket.” But the way she narrowed her eyes, shaking her head made Nikki sigh.

It was going to be a fight.

“Nikki, the snow is still falling and it’s so fluffy and-“ he held up her jacket, the one she had picked out and he had spent too much money on. It was puffy and pink with bows on the elbow. The perfect cutesy look for his girl.

But the cute jacket was too bulky for the girl who wanted to swim in the snow.

“Peach.” She stomped her door, mitten hands balling into fists as she glared. She was going to fight this, “If I go out with you will you wear the fucking jacket?” Her eyes widened.

Nikki notoriously hated the snow. He would watch it, maybe stand out on the deck in it, and sometimes throw a ball to their dogs in it but when Peach would rush out to get drenched he would watch from inside, shaking his head at her energy.

“Promise?” He nodded as she jumped, throwing her arms around Nikki as she peppered surprising kisses on his face, “I love you.” She said as Nikki set her back down.

He always forgot how easily excited his girl was at the easiest of things. As much of a brat as Peach was what she craved above all was his attention.

“Just give me five minutes to get ready.” Nikki nodded as he watched her, blue eyes seeming to shine out as he saw the excitement glowing so bright there.

He would be sore from the snow but his Peach was worth it.

“Joy, I did some research for Wyoming.” Peach and Nikki had invited them to spend some time with them and they were planning on driving the few hours to see them once the storm passed tomorrow. “I bought you a jacket.” joy, looked up from where she had been watching TikTok videos to see the traffic cone orange jacket Izzy was holding up.

It was hideous.

“Oh…Izzy, you didn’t have to do that.” Peach was going to cackle when she saw her. Joy could see the way her friend would calm her a traffic cone, see the way she actually looked like it.

But Izzy, looked at it like he had solved a puzzle and was going to be the hero of this trip. His smile so wide as he motioned for her to try on the jacket.

Joy slid her arms into it, being wrapped in the near color that was bright enough that she felt like she needed sunglasses when she wore it. But Izzy was looking at her like she was a diamond, precious and valuable.

“Do you really like it?” The uncertainty in his tone made Joy melt.

Her lips pressed against his, a promise in the kiss as she nodded her head.

“I love how you take such good care of me.”and she did. She loved knowing that he wanted the best for her.

She just needed to let him know in a nice way that it wasn’t through Birkenstocks and dad clothes. But she’d wait another day for that.

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thesmokingguns · 11 days

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Naive

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

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

Which was fair because he had cheated on her.

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

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

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

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

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

How he wished she had.

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

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

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

On the kitchen island was the paperwork.

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

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

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

And he had no one to blame but himself.

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thesmokingguns · 11 days

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Looking While Lost

There was something about him. Something pure, unpolluted by the LA way.

He hadn’t been influenced by the alley way women, with sharp claws and easy smiles that lured men like him in and spit them right back out, never quite the same.

He hadn’t laughed with men who wanted to see how much they could take from him, men who saw the hope in his eyes like dollar signs to deposit in the bank.

No.

Izzy Stradlin was clear eyed and beautiful. Unsullied by people who wanted too much from him. He had managed to escape all of that and just care about the way his fingers strummed his guitar and how his cigarette tasted on his tongue.

Sure, he liked to party. He liked drugs and whiskey, and the way it all tasted on his tongue right before he buried himself in whatever women was waiting for him. Because he was just famous enough now that finding willing women was easy to do. Almost too easy, if he was being honest.

Nothing challenged him anymore.

Songs came easy. Cash came frequently. Fame. Fortune. Creativity.

He had it all.

But it wasn’t enough.

Fuck, why wasn’t it enough?

Tapping his fingers on the sticky bartop, he ignored the way people were glancing at him. He was too young to be drinking at 1pm on a Tuesday at some dive bar in the middle of nowhere America. This was the local haunt to men who had lost their jobs and hopes. The place where the banded together, all in their solitude but with familiar faces who didn’t judge their failures because they were carrying their own.

And there he was, just out of place.

The full glass landed in front of him, the bartender hesitating for a second before he just put the bottle of whiskey down, sick of refilling the mans booze.

Izzy’s eyes skimmed over the liquid before nodding in appreciation, pulling the ashtray closer to him, tapping his cigarette on the edge as he sipped heavily on his scotch.

Fuck.

“Dad?” Eyes all looked down at their glasses, no one wanting to look at the dark haired girl who was pushing light into the dingy bar.

She stood in the doorway, her foot keeping it propped open as the men all avoided looking at her. None of them wanting to face the light that was shining in or seeing the way that the young girl was looking around.

Izzy looked up, knowing it wasn’t for him and being too curious for his own good to see what was going on.

And fuck, was she beautiful, in the most hauntingly heartbroken way.

All big dark eyes, and soft sadness in her frown. The way she looked at the bar, like she knew where her father should be and yet he wasn’t there to disappoint her. Her teeth bit her lower lip and Izzy suddenly knew that nothing that he drank would taste as good as the way that soft pliant mouth would.

Her eyes landed on him for a second, glancing over him like she was seeing how much he didn’t fit in here before she was looking past him, towards the bartender who was shaking his head at her.

“He didn’t come in, girlie. Still owes a tab from last week. Maybe check down at the pool hall?” It wasn’t unkind how she was spoken to, but there was a hint of pity in the bartender's voice that he watched the girl prickle at like she couldn’t handle the shame that the man was causing her.

And Izzy hated seeing the way she tensed, wanted to tell her that it wasn’t her fault.

But she was storming in, pulling out her wallet and tugging out bills as his eyes widened, feeling the heat of her rage billowing off her as she slammed down the money as the men all watched her, curious.

“This should take care of it.” She challenged but the bartender had the good grace to not say anything, only taking the money and slipping it into the till that probably could be in a museum as an ancient artifact.

Izzy was pushing up as she walked out, settling his own tab with too much money as he followed her like she was somehow going to make the ache in his chest go away.

Two blocks down she turned, hands in fists, eyes glaring at him as he paused, realizing that she knew that he was following her.

“I’m not at the club. I don’t do dances outside the club. So whatever stupid fucking thing that is about to leave your mouth, swallow it down buddy.” His eyes were on her, lazy as the looked her up and down and then smiled as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“What club?” The soft huskiness of his voice made her pause, “Because if you’re dancing somewhere I’m suddenly very interested in going to see the way you move that body.” Her mouth formed a scowl.

“I’m working tonight at the Sinclair. Stage time is 10PM,” She stepped forward and he realized that she had no idea who he was, which sent a tingle of delight down his spine, “I don’t know if you’re going to be able to afford me.”

He smirked, a shrug of his shoulders as he looked at her, tasting the way her minty scent tinged the air. Spicy and sweet in his nose making him want to bury his face in her neck, lick the taste right from her sweet skin.

“Why don’t you worry about finding your daddy, pretty girl, and let me worry about being able to afford you?” Her skin bristled, and right before she told him off a door opened, a man spilling into the street.

Her head turned as she watched him lean on the back of a gold Buick, his mouth opening to spew vomit out. And then she crumbled, her shoulders caving in as she sighed out and rushed towards the older man.

Looks like she found her father and Izzy found his latest obsession.

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thesmokingguns · 29 days

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Could you add 'Creep' to the masterlist please, I'm having trouble finding all the chapters

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Hope this helps

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thesmokingguns · 1 month

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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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thesmokingguns · 1 month

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25 Hours a Day w/ Izzy Stradlin

Minors DNI 18+

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up soon.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Violet? That wasn’t my name.

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

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

How could he have seen it?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was delicious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, say my name again.”

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

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

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

My heart knew we were well and truly fucked.

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thesmokingguns · 1 month

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It’s me, hi. I feed their addiction it’s me.

A message for all Izzy’s Harem babes from SHELLS! 😌🖤:

I just wanted to drop in and let everyone know that if you go on the website Archive Of Our Own, create a free profile, and look up and subscribe to thesmokingguns, you’ll find a treasure trove of Izzy one shots/stories/etc. She is by far the best writer of Izzy/GNR fanfic EVER. She’s fantastic, y’all. 👌🏼

http://archiveofourown.org

Also, she does sometimes post stuff on tumblr if you want to follow her here. @thesmokingguns

Have fun going down the Izzy rabbit hole, y’all. 😘

@thesmokingguns is a pervy smut writer with a spicy creative mind and is indeed the best Izzy writer out there but a word of caution She writes a lot of angst and writes it well so be ready for that rollercoaster. Izzy gets emotionally abused by her in a lot of the writing but it is soo good.

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thesmokingguns · 2 months

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Cuddles w/ Axl Rose

Axl loved when you were in these moods. Usually touch averse every once in a blue moon you’d be extra snuggly, curled up against him any chance that you could get. The moods came on randomly and he never knew when it would happen.

But tonight you wanted to be held.

Sliding from the couch your bare feet sunk into the carpet as you headed up the stairs toward the bedroom. You stopped over the second to last step that creaked loudly if stepped on past 9PM. That was all you needed, to wake up the dog before you even got into the bedroom. His barking would alert Axl and you knew if he was awake to greet you that you’d be self conscious about sliding into bed with him.

Pushing open the door, you bit your lip as you saw him, curled in bed. He looked so at peace, the dog at his feet looking up with a cocked head as you entered, silent as a ghost. His tattoos were all showing in the pale moonlight. Faded colors and lines that had once been vibrant dulled with age. And yet, you smiled at him, still in awe of how he looked even though he had been robbed of his youth years before you had met him.

Carefully , you moved to him.

As you slipped into his bedroom, the smell of his cologne hung in the air. Rich and heavy, making you want to nuzzle against his neck to breathe him in. Your eyes opened as you watched him, unaware you were in there. Thinking you had fallen asleep on the couch again.

You shrugged your shoulders, the lightweight robe folding in ripples of silk on the floor. He only dressed you in the best, gave you the best. Not that you would know the difference between satin or silk but Axl only wanted you to have the greatest of everything. The thin chiffon and lace teddy was loose on your skin and you were gently tugging the straps down, wiggling your hips as you flowed across the floor, closer to where he was in bed.

Freezing on the open side of bed you stood, naked and unsure if you should ask permission before diving into the sheets. The fear of talking and hearing no driving you into the bed as you swam across, clinging to Axl like he was a buoy in the ocean and you’d sink without him.

The gasp of life he gave, pulled from a dream as your nose buried against the warm skin of the base of his neck, hands tucked against his chest. Your feed slid between his knees as he tried to make sense of what was going on. Having been stolen from sleep and you thrust into his arms had shocked him. But not enough that he didn’t know how to respond.

His arms were wrapping around you, tugging you just a little bit closer. Lips coming down to the crown of your head in a kiss that made your eyes squeeze shut, trying not to panic as he held you just like you had wanted him to do.

Still, the first touch always felt a little overwhelming and you had to suppress the ick feeling that left you dazed for a second, reminding yourself how nice he smelled. How warm he was. How good it was to be shown love in this way. You should feel how much it meant to him to have you here, coming to him in your touch starved manner and asking him to feed you with cuddles.

“Hi little moon drop.” His voice was low, grumbly from sleep and you thought about how it made your stomach do somersaults and your eyes drooped low, tired. People talked about bottling sounds and you knew Axl’s sleepy voice was what you would pick to get drunk off of.

He didn’t ask if something happened or made me crawl to him, no Axl was good and hugged you close. He just wanted to hold you all the time and took the times he could as gifts.

Your body was relaxed and you knew he appreciated having you soft in his arms instead of stiff like a board, which had happened on more than one occasion when you had tried to force yourself to be held. Physical touch was not your love language and it was hard for you to accept or give it since it confused you and gave you the ick feeling so much.

“Can you kiss me?” you asked for kisses though, didn’t just let him think that it was okay. Kisses were given out so infrequently that you felt the way he was breathing in, his shock unable to be hidden by this ask.

Axl’s hand slid under your chin, pulling you to look at him before sliding his lips over yours. Usually a kiss would give you the icks that had you running away but today you wanted more. Pushing your lips back against Axl’s opening them and letting your tongue poke against his.

He made that sound, his groan vibrating in your mouth and making you know that he liked kissing and it was okay to keep going. You were very good at understanding him and it helped you feel safe in situations like this, out of your comfort. He had a harder time and wanted to check in, pulling away from you as you tried to pull him back.

“More.” you demanded as he looked around, like something was possessing you and he could make sense of it if he just caught a glimpse of whatever phantom was haunting you. But you were cupping his cheeks, pulling him onto you, “more.” you whispered and Axl knew that he always would give you what you wanted.

And if you wanted more, he would give you all that you wanted and then some.

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thesmokingguns · 2 months

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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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thesmokingguns · 2 months

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This describes @ayablackwood and I's friendship so damn well.

No.

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thesmokingguns · 2 months

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The Boogeyman w/ Izzy Stradlin

MINORS DNI 18+: Unprotected sex, gun play, cum play

Izzy pulled his cock out of you, watching the way your chest rose and fell, legs open in a butterfly position. A tendril of his cum starting to push out of your puffy pink cunt.

It was too soon for that.

He wanted you to feel him inside of you all fucking night. Even when you finally fell asleep he wanted you to dream of the way you cunt ached from the way he fucked it.

“We can’t have that,” Your head turned, eyes on him all soft and confused as you looked at him, confused about what he was talking about. He had fucked all the thoughts out of your brain,“My cum's dripping out, let me push it back in for you.” You whimpered before he touched you and he smirked.

He liked having this power over you.

Izzy Stradlin was the boogeyman.

The monster in your closet. The thing that went bump in the night. And now you learned that monsters always came out to tease the light. To show the light the shadows that it cast and the darkness that hid in them.

That was you, the monster's light.

Since he had seen you moving in, hair tied back with that blue bandana moving all your boxes from the backseat of a yellow Volvo. He was hooked on you.

The sun moved in next to the moon.

But the moon had a dark side and this was a whole world you weren’t ready for.

Instead of using his fingers to slide his cum back into you it was the cold barrel of his gun, slipped from the bedside table and pressed into you, stretching you with the cool metal of the handgun as your mind told you to pull back but your body betrayed you, sinking down further on his gun.

Maybe it was the way the metal, cool and smooth, eased some of the ache from the way he had pounded into you. Like an ice pack on a bruise.

“That’s it, sunshine. Let me hold your whole life in my hand while I push new life into you.” You whimpered out, teeth capturing your bottom lip as you rocked against his weapon. He wouldn't hurt you.

At least he wouldn't kill you.

He'd hurt you in the way that made you ache with delicious burning heat between your thighs. But that really didn't count.

“You’re trying to cum again, aren’t you, dirty girl?” His eyes delighted as he pulled back, the barrel of his gun covered in a mix of his cum and your flowing juices.

His tongue ran over the weapon. Your eyes watching the way he licked the mix of you two, pleasure dancing in his eyes as he tasted the both of you.

Izzy watched you, the way you tried to grip it as he slid it back over your slit, pressing it back into your needy hole. Gasping, as his trigger finger slides over your clit like he was going to pull back on it. Stiffening as you realized he was still so close to pulling the actual trigger. Your stomach was tightening as you realized just how much power you were giving him.

Just your life.

The way you came, arching off the bed as you used his weapon like a sex toy. Playing a game that was dangerous, deadly.

Russian Rouette of orgasms.

Izzy smirking, proud that he had you shaking again, making a mess of his sheets as you came for him.

Only fucking him.

The weapon withdrew from your body, metal warmed like it had shot off a bullet but really it had been you shooting off another orgasm for your neighbor.

“Clean off my gun, sunshine. You made an awful mess with that dirty cunt of yours.” He hissed out, pressing it into your mouth.

Your eyes wide as the gun slid between your lips, fucking your mouth as your tongue tasted the metal and the musky taste of your own pussy, the saltiness of his left over cum he had shot inside you earlier. His eyes on you as he stilled, the gun resting on your teeth as he looked down at you, eyes dark.

“You realize you’re mine, don’t you? I own you.” He said it with love in his eyes. Watching you nod your head at him, still with your well fucked brain in response mode. “Say it.” He withdrew the gun, running it over your bottom lip, “Tell me, that you’re mine.”

You licked your lips, voice unsteady from moaning his name so much. Throat aching from his gun and his cock.

“I’m yours.” He smirked, leaning down on his elbows as he hovered over you, “I’m all yours, Izzy.” He was pleased with you, stroking your face with his thumbs.

“That’s right, sunshine. You’re all mine.”

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