#izzy stradlin fan fiction

[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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[misswhiskeyheart]

"i'm going to absolutely wreck you."

With Izzy, of course. 🥵

Ok, little secret sharing time: normally I keep my asks closed to requests or prompts because CHRIST what if y'all don't like my messy attempts. also i'm forgetful as fck.

But you're such a doll to me, lovely Shells, so here you go! I hope you like it. ❤️

Wreck and Ruin - Izzy Stradlin

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[izzy-stradlins-harem]

A fantastic Izzy fic written by the talented @slashscowboyboots 🖤

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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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[duffslut]

Under the table

Izzy Stradlin x reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 511

Requested by anon: could you please write something where izzy gets a hard on in public because of the reader and he gets all embarrassed

Warnings: Smut (or almost)

- Baby, you look kinda nervous, are you okay?

Izzy glared at you and you licked your lips, your feet were playing on his thighs under the table, every now and then risking bumping into his cock.

You, Izzy, and the rest of his bandmates were sitting around the table that was piled high with beer bottles, cigarette packs and weed. The beach house you'd rented for the weekend was a mess, but you couldn't expect any less with the members of Guns n Roses gathered together unsupervised.

- I'm fine Y/n, don't you want to take a dip in the pool or something?

Izzy was trying to get rid of you and you knew very well why, and you had no intention of stopping.

- Don't be a dick Izzy, you didn't bring her here to leave her alone right? Even because certainly if you do I wouldn't mind keeping her company... — Axl said smiling at you, his red bangs falling over one of his eyes.

You smiled back at Axl and then turned your gaze to Izzy.

- Yeah baby, am I bothering you?

At this point you could tell that Izzy was already hard, your feet massaged his erection under his pants and he let out a hoarse groan followed by a fake cough to disguise before speaking.

- Why aren't you going to try on your new bikini uhm?

You bit your lip and immediately took your feet off Izzy's lap, he sighed in relief, putting a cigarette in the corner of his lips and lighting it. You hurried upstairs to yours and Izzy's room, luckily it didn't take you long to find your bikini in your suitcase and put it on, not before you decided to tease Izzy some more.

You descended the stairs, cupping your breasts with your hands, your red bikini untied almost letting go. The eyes of everyone at the table turned to you, and Izzy turned redder than ever as you walked towards him with a pout.

- I can't do it alone, can you tie it for me?

Izzy stuttered for a few seconds in disbelief at your boldness, he turned from his chair with one hand on his erection and you made sure to turn your back and slowly bend down in front of him, holding your hair up so he could tie your bikini on your neck.

- How I am?

You stood in front of them with one hand on your hip, your gaze guided only to Izzy, while the other boys showered you with praise.

Your amusement was short-lived until Izzy got up from his chair hurriedly walking over to you and grabbed your arm.

- Looks like Izzy can't control himself, lucky motherfucker. — Slash said noticing the bulge on Izzy's pants.

- Go suck some dick Slash!

Izzy exhaled his cigarette smoke through his nose as he tried to hide his shyness.

- Okay, now you're going to get wet one way or another.

Izzy pulled you towards the pool while his bandmates screamed and banged on the table. Lucky you.

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[ubernoxa]

The Token: A Guns N’ Roses Fanfiction

Chapter 10: A Little Black Book

Story Summary: Story inspired by the movie She’s the Man. A female Duff is tired of dealing with the bullshit of trying to make it on the strip as a female bassist. Did Michelle think it through as she chopped her hair? Nope. All she knew was that she wanted to make it on the strip. If she had to mascarade as a guy, so it shall be.

Chapter Summary: After Duff accidentally reviews that she is a girl she tried to not get kicks out of the band. The little black book part is inspired by @niksixx

MASTERLIST

Taglist: @viralwolf02 @littlemisscare-all @smokeandmirrorz @aratbaby @slashscowboyboots @achiweyow @queen-crue

I had never knew a room filled with music could be so silent. The notes that were once filling the small room had gone silent. No, the record Slash had chosen earlier hadn’t stopped play. Instead my brain had gotten rid of the sound. I focused on my breathing, frozen in place while my mind raced a thousand miles per a second.

“Slash...I..” I stood up and started to walk over towards him as I spoke. Maybe he would be okay with this? Maybe this wouldn’t destroy my position in the band.

Before I could continue, Slash shot up and walked past me heading towards the stairs, practically running me down in the process. As he bumped into me, I lost balance and fell back onto the couch.

Fuck. There was no way this wouldn’t have repercussions.

I felt like a mute as I tried to say something to

Slash. I didn’t know if it was my brain or my lips, but one of them was failing me.

“Aren’t you going to fuckin say something?” I screamed across the room. Slash froze when he was halfway up the stairs.

“Leave me the fuck alone.....just...what the fuck....Michelle.” He didn’t yell. I expected him to scream at me. He had every right to be mad or angry or furious. I would be the first to say that what I was doing was by no means normal. What I was doing was fucking insane.

I tried to keep my breathing even and hid my face in my hands. It was moments like this where I wished that I still had my long hair. It was a curtain for me to hide behind, but here I was still on a couch burying my head in my hands trying to figure out what the actual fuck I could do to save this situation.

I practically jumped out of my skin when I felt something cold touch my shoulder. I looked up to see Izzy silently offering me a glass of cold water. I began to sip the water, hoping that maybe it would sober me up.

“What the fuck do I do Izzy?” I hadn’t meant for it to sound desperate, but it had.

“Fuck if I know Shelly. Just go talk to him. He is probably really confused,” Izzy shrugged joining me of the ratty couch.

“Well he seemed pissed off”

“He has every right to be!”

“But Izzy, you weren’t mad. You didn’t seem to care,” I quickly shot back.

“Well first off, I was rather annoyed that you lied to me.”

“Really?” I turned towards him. I wanted to slap myself at my own stupidity. Of course he was mad at me. I LIED TO HIM.

“Well yeah,” he laughed back.

“Why were you so calm about it? You never yelled at me,” I sent him a confused look as I spoke.

“I don’t care if you are a chick or a guy. I know some do, but I don’t give a damn. Also, it was actually kinda fun to mess with you,” he admitted before finishing off his beer.

“Does Slash care?”

“No, I don’t see why he would honestly.”

“Then why is he mad? Why did he storm off?” I shot back.

“Shelly, you ripped off your shirt and said I am a girl!’ Not very subtle of you. Finding out your bandmate is a chick is a lot to proceeds...trust me,” I rolled my eyes at his reply.

I eyed the staircase for a couple of second before deciding to head upstairs to talk to him.

When I stood up I felt Izzy grab my wrist and pull me back.

“What the fuck Izzy, I gotta go talk to him!” I shot back.

“Just let him simmer, you’ve had a long week,” I ignored Izzy’s comment as I headed up the stairs. I could have sworn he said something as he watched me walk up the stairs, but I ignored it.

I remained frozen in front of the only closed door. I took a deep breath before knocking.

After a couple of moments of silence I tried knocking again, but once again silence filled the air. Did he escape? Maybe he crawled out a window or something.

I slowly opened the door, and was met by a loud groan.

“Izzy, this isn’t like some of the bull shit we deal with Axl. You don’t need to fix it. Just leave me the fuck alone...” his voice trailed off as our eyes met while I walked into the small room.

His room was dark. The only reason I could see him was a dim light outlining his features coming from a streetlight.

“Well I’m not Izzy,” I stood awkwardly in the doorway leaning against the doorframe.

“Then who the fuck are you?” I remained frozen at his question.

When he leaned forward, the light finally showed his face; however, I couldn’t look at him in the eyes. Instead I was distracted. I was distracted by the snake that was casually wrapped around his arm. I felt petrified as I looked the creature in the eyes. By the way it kept me frozen in place, it was like the snake was plucked from Medusa’s head.

I heard him chuckled and I immediately looked him in the eyes, pulling my attention from the snake.

“You ever seen a snake before?”

“Yeah, I saw a garden snake once....this one is...a little bigger,” this earned some laughter from slash.

“Yeah...she is a little bigger,” I could tell that he was finding my uneasiness hilarious as he continued to chuckle at my reaction.

I sat on the ground, not inching towards the snake as I watched it flick its tongue in the air.

“Is...is that...is that some sort of hissing?” I focused on my breathing as I spoke, making sure to keep a calm relaxed diminutive. You’re supposed to remain calm around bears, so maybe..maybe it would work the same for snakes. At the end of the day, it couldn’t make things worse.

“No, quite the contrary. She is just tasting the air,” Slash casually responded as he lifted his arm up to get a better look at the snake.

“Are you sure....” I spoke not much louder than a whisper. I made sure to keep my voice soft, not wanting to provoke the creature.

His laughter filled the room once again.

“Yes I’m sure. She isn’t clinging onto me any tighter. She’s just chilling. Wanna come closer?” I froze again at his offer.

Hell no.

Hell the fuck no.

There was no way in hell that I was getting any closer to the hissing beast than I have to.

It wasn’t until he spoke again that I began to contemplate taking a few steps closer.

“Come on, no need to worry. I think she likes you,” I nodded as he spoke and slowly scootered forward, my eyes never leaving the snake.

“Just remain calm as you are, and you should be fine,” I nodded at Slash’s words. Just remain calm, and everything will be fine, I repeated to myself over and over again. Im not going to die today.

Within no time I felt like I was face to face with the beast. How many snakes did he have? I hoped just one. I was in no position or mood to meet a second snake tonight. I froze again when I made eye contact with the snake. I couldn’t tell what it was, but I felt a calming sense flow through my body as I stared down the creature.

I looked up to see Slash smiling down at me as he stroked the beast.

“Is it tightening around your hand?” I whispered.

“No...she is still calm,” I relaxed as Slash replied. At least someone in this rundown place didn’t hate me.

My eyes stayed focused on the beast as he explored Slash’s hand. Slithering around every which way it pleased, clearly causing no harm to Slash. I looked up to see a wide grin grow across his face.

“What?” I inquired as I felt his gaze on me.

“Nah it’s nothing,” he immediately shrugged it off, but I wasn’t taking such a lame excuse as an answer.

“Hmmm...I beg to differ,” I teased back.

“No..well...it’s just that the last person to meet my little girl here was Axl..and he...,” I interrupted him before he could continue.

“Let me guess, your little girl here didn’t like him.”

“You are spot on,” he smiled back, once again looking at his little girl...as he called it.

“Well she isn’t the first and probably won’t be the last girl to hate him,” I teased back, my own laughter erupting and filling the room.

“Shh, not too loud. She likes it quiet,” Slash said, his smile never leaning his face as he tried to hide his laughter.

I nodded and looked back at the snake. A comfortable silence filled the room as the two of us watched his snake relax on his hand. It was rather clear that since the snake appeared to like me, slash hadn’t cussed me out or bitten my head off yet.

“Why?” Slash broke the silence as he spoke.

“Why what?” I quickly asked back without thinking. He sent me an ‘area you fucking kidding me’ look before rephrasing his question.

“Why are you pretending to be a guy?”

“I was tired of being a girl,” I shrugged back leaning into what I could only assume to be a nightstand.

I could tell by the look on Slash’s face that he was no please with my answer.

“Why?” I rolled my eyes as he acted like my little three year old cousin repeatedly asking questions.

I let out a sigh as I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt.

“I was tired of all the bull shit that comes with being a chick on the strip! Do you know how hard it is for a girl to make it on the strip? Whenever I show up to a gig, I’m immediately treated as either A) a potential sex symbol or B) someone who knows absolutely nothing about playing music. For Christ’s sake, if I had a dollar for every time I had someone mansplain to me on how to play, I wouldn’t ever go hungry. I just...it’s exhausting....and I just wanted a change,” I sighed before I took a sip of the vodka that I was holding.

“How much of it is true,” I could feel my eyebrows scrunch as Slash spoke.

“How much of what is true?” I asked back, trying to get my mind wrapped around what he was getting at.

“The rumors I have heard about you and Pixie?” I laughed at his question. There were hundreds of rumors of what happened between me and my old band.

“Slash, man you’re going to have to be more specific,” I replied before offering him the bottle which he quickly took.

“Are you really that good at sucking cock that it got Pixie priority gigs,” he seemed hesitant as he spoke. Of course his first question was going to be sex related. I don’t know why I was surprised.

I let a laugh escape me as I shook my head, trying to find the right way to reply to Slash.

“I have never sucked cock or had sex to get a gig. It’s against my code,” I causally responded back as he handed the bottle back to me.

“Ohh,” he seemed a tad disappointed as he spoke.

“Why are you disappointed by that?” I shot back forgetting that there was a snake in the room.

“Well....if things ever went south with the band...you could...well you know...take one for the team,” he teased back. I couldn’t help but laugh at his response.

“It’s good to know we have a well thought out backup plan,” I teased before taking another sip of vodka.

Before we could continue, I heard a knock at the door, causing an abrupt end to our conversation.

“Slash did you kill our bassist?” I turned to see Izzy poking his head through the busted door.

“Nah, still breathing,” I felt a smile flash across my face as Izzy walked into the room.

“At least for now,” Slash added causing a soft giggle to escape my lips.

“Was I interrupting something,” I watched as Izzy appeared tense as he sat down next to me.

“Not really, Duff...uhh...Michelle..was just debunking some rumors I’ve heard about him...her,” I smiled as he tried to correct himself and use the correct pronouns. It was sweet of him, at least he was trying. To be honest, I truly didn’t care which pronouns his used, but I still appreciated his attempt.

“Well, I got a question then,” Izzy paused before he faced.

“Are you really that good at sucking cock to get gigs,” there was no force on Earth that would have been able to help me contain my laughter. If I was sober I would have been annoyed with their childish questions, but I was far from sober. I wondered if this question was on every guy’s mind. I wondered if maybe he was jealous.

“What?” Izzy immediately asked as laughter erupted into the room.

Once my laughter calmed down I turned towards Izzy, “I never sucked cock for gigs, but I am pretty good.”

“Says who?” I watched as a smirk grew on Izzy’s face.

“Says my little black book,” I teased back. I felt my heart quicken as I felt Izzy’s eyes on me.

“Ohh please tell me you don’t actually keep a book,” Slash stole my attention as he spoke.

“Fuck no, it’s just an expression,” I replied. I froze as I looked at the pair as they remained motionless in front of me.

“No...you guys don’t....that’s not a thing right?” I was baffled as they remained silent in front of me.

“Seriously? I expected this out of Nikki Sixx, but not you guys....” before I could continue, Slash interrupted me.

“Don’t worry, we don’t,” Slash motioned towards him and Izzy as the pair laughed.

“Wow, Axl fucking Rose has a little black book? I knew he had an ego..but Holy Shit..I didn’t think it was that big,” I laughed at the thought of Axl writing down the names of girls and where/how to find them to have sex.

“I wouldn’t be laughing too hard..you were almost in that book,” Slash added, causing me to freeze in place.

“No...seriously ?!?” I shot back.

“Can you blame him?” I turned my attention back towards Izzy. I watched him take another sip of his beer before eyeing me over.

Just like the snake that was wrapped around Slash’s arm, I wanted nothing more than to wrap my mouth around Izzy’s cock.

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[kleepyourfriendsclose]

So I don’t even know who I am anymore. I wrote a chapter to a fanfic I’m thinking of writing. I got the idea from @lovesduffstevenadlerandnikkisixx and it’s based around this pic.

Here’s chapter one, let me know if any of you are interested and if so what I should call it :) I’m by no means a writer...

It's been a whole year since you had last saw your childhood best friend. He had decided to pack up his things and to move to LA and try to make it. There wasn't anything left for him in Cleveland, and you both knew it. But it did suck to have your "person" leave. He'd always envisioned bigger and better things for himself, music, drums were his passion. Besides, you thought, maybe the space would be healthy for the two of you. You adored Steven, but it was clear that his feelings for you had plateaued, and that you saw nothing more for the two of you than just being lifelong best friends. You thought maybe that was a contributing reason as to why he moved away. There really was nothing left for him here, and you knew that he was really hurting, and longing for a love that you couldn't provide.

After a year of begging you to come for a visit, you decide to bite the bullet and to go spend the summer with him. Besides, you really did miss your best friend, and a year had to have been more than enough time for him to move on or find someone new... right? You pack everything you need into a few duffle bags, your clothes, some makeup and toiletries, you throw them in the trunk and head off on your journey.

After a couple days of driving and staying in shitty motels for rest you were finally greeted by the "Welcome to Los Angeles" sign. You pull off onto the first exit you see, and pull into a gas station to fill the near empty tank. After the tank was full and you had a drag from a cigarette, you walk over to the payphone. You dig in your pockets and find a quarter, insert into the slot, and diall Steven's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey Stevie, I finally made it to the city! I'm a little lost though, I'm at a shell off exit 119, where do I go from here?" There was a pause.

"Oh shit you really came!" He couldn't disguise the excitement in his voice, "Hop back onto the highway, take exit 122, turn left on main st then right on Duke, it's the tall brick building on the right. Ring buzzer 119 and I'll let you in."

"Okay, cool. I'll see you in a few!" You took the receiver away from your ear to hang it up, Steven blurts,

"You don't know how excited I am to see you and introduce you to the boys, Y/N." There was another pause.

"See you soon." You hung up the receiver.

After about 10 more minutes of driving you saw a brick building on the right, exactly where he explained it would be. You parked the car, threw your duffle bags over your shoulder, walked up to the front door and rang the buzzer. While you waited to be let in, you stopped to look at your surroundings. This wasn't the type of neighbourhood you pictured when envisioning California. The house, if you could call it that, across the street was boarded up, and there were smashed vodka bottles on the sidewalk. You could see a shadow appearing down the hall, that turned out to be Steven. He flung open the door, tossed your bags aside and picked you up and squeezed you tight.

"It's so good to see you, you have no idea..." He sighed. You took in his smell, it brought back so many memories that you hold dear to your heart. It felt so good to see him again.

"I missed you too, Stevie" You punched him in the shoulder. Trying to assert the boundaries early on. He picked up your bags, and motioned for you to follow him down the hallway.

"The guys from the band are staying with me," He opened the door, and there were 4 guys sitting around the main room, some with guitars, others with only cigarettes in their hands. "Hey guys, Y/N finally made it!" He grinned. You assessed the guys in the room and immediately the one with the dark hair and eyes caught your attention. He looked up at you through his bangs, as he quietly picked away at an acousitc guitar. He was breath taking, and you felt your stomach flutter.

"Hey." Was all you said. You weren't shy, per se. But meeting new people, especially those as beautiful as the ones you were in the presence of now, brought out a shyness in you, that otherwise didn't exist.

"You're real!" One of the guys laughed. He had long strawberry blond hair and wasn't holding a guitar.

"Shut up, Axl." Steven huffed. Axl, huh? What a name. "Izzy, Duff and Slash." Steven motioned at each of the guys. Izzy was the dreamy one, still picking away. Duff was sitting down, but you could tell he was tall and skinny. He had blonde hair that had been teased into a mess, topped with a cop style hat. Slash's hair was something of its own. In fact, you couldn't see his eyes under all of his hair. He was leaning back on a chair blowing smoke clouds into the air. Now that you were inside, you took in your surroundings once again. You noticed a cockroach scurry across the floor. This was going to be an interesting summer.

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[liminal-suburbia]

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[anna-n-hetfield]

Followed

Summary: Could you do an imagine where reader is slash’s gf and she goes home, and is followed by some “weird junkie”, but as she comes home and sees Slash he tells her that the weird junkie is actually Izzy but never meet him so she didn’t know.

Requested: yes by anon

Warnings: being followed

Y/N was more than a little happy to finally get off of work. It had been a long day, and to say that her bed was calling her name was an understatement. She locked the stores front door and started in the direction of the house that she shared with her boyfriend Saul. She had been with him for a little while and had met most of his bandmates, but there was still one person that he hadn't met.

Y/N pulled the jacket in closer around her as the cool air brushed past her. She looked around her, feeling like she was being watched. Her eyes landed on someone a few feet behind her. His eyes were looking her over as he lit his cigarette.

She shrugged it off. This was a pretty busy area of the city at night with a few bars nearby. She thought that maybe he was just out getting some air after getting buzzed.

It wasn’t until a few blocks down that she realized that he was still behind her. It was still a few feet back, but still close enough for Y/N to know that he was there and that he was following her. She picked up her pace, praying that her neighbors were home at the very least.

She tried to keep her cool and not panic, but the closer she got to her house the more she could feel the guy following after her. She picked up her pace, trying to get to her house safely. She could hear her mom nagging at her that she should take self-defense classes. Needless to say, Y/N was regretting the decision to put it off.

As she ran up the porch steps, she fumbled with her keys and kept looking over her shoulder the guy was getting closer now and seemed to have a smirk on his face as if he was finding enjoyment in her fear. She pushed the door open and slammed it shut behind her as she panted.

“Y/N!” Saul called out from the living room. “What’s wrong?”

She jumped at the sound of his voice and turned to see him walking up to her with his hands held up. “There’s a man out there following me,” she said, pointing to the door. “He followed me here from where I work.”

Saul reached out and grabbed her shoulders. “Alright. Just breathe. I’ll go see who it is, and do whatever I need to do,” he said. He kissed her forehead before heading out the door.

A few minutes later, Saul stepped back into the house with the guy that had followed her. “Y/N, this is my bandmate Izzy,” he said.

“Hey, didn’t mean to freak you out,” the dark-haired guy said.

Y/N stared between the two and felt like crying. She felt like she was being stalked and it was just her boyfriend’s bandmate. Hell, she felt like throwing something at the two of them and screaming. “And you didn’t feel the need to introduce yourself to me?” she asked.

“Honestly, I wasn’t sure if you were his girl or not,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “But if it will make you feel better, you can get me back for it.”

Y/N glared at him, thinking she may do just that.

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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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[misswhiskeyheart]

Wreck and Ruin

She tasted like heaven, my angel in white and mottled blue. Her skin was on fire, so hot beneath my hands as I traced those divine curves I thought I was sure to burn. One hand pressed so delicately to my collarbone, the other one threaded into the knots of my hair. When my lips trailed down her neck, her sighs rang out in the night air like a goddamn gospel choir and my knees almost buckled.

MissWhiskey_Heart on AO3.

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[sexcoffeeandkellynickelsfics]

Masterlist

Kelly Nickels

The Hollywood Vampire;

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Oneshots;

NSFW A-Z

We’re On In Five

Izzy Stradlin

The Blood Dealer;

Part One

OneShots;

Pretty Cuffed Up

Be My Vampy Valentine?

Wicked Little Way

Duff McKagan

Oneshots;

Wicked Little Way

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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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[bisexualnikkisixx]

???

"The show was killer, by the way. Got anymore coming up?" I asked curiously. They are seriously fucking badass, so why not attend more shows? I rested the palm of my hands against the counter, earning the blondes attention yet again, but his eyes were glued elsewhere this time. I looked down and saw my cleavage nearly spilling out of my shirt.

Pulling back from the counter in an uncomfortable manner, I crossed my arms over my chest. He cleared his throat and averted his gaze back to meet my eyes.

Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, he spoke, "That seemed so rude, I'm sorry. But yeah, at the Troubadour tomorrow. Hey! Come by, I promise I won't make you feel uncomfortable . . . and wear something, that covers," he motioned towards his chest as an example for mine, "my band mates are horny fuckers. Just a heads up, gorgeous."

I laughed lightly and nodded, bringing my arms down to my sides, then extended one towards him. "Charley."

He took my hand in his rather large one and shook it. "Duff."

•••

As the night drug on, I found myself outside my apartment building, digging through my unorganized purse for my keys. Once finding them, I made my way up the stairs then began walking to my apartment door, only to be met with, none other than Nikki fucking Sixx himself.

What the fuck does he want?

Before I could ask, he took the keys from my hand and unlocked the door, ushering me inside. Furrowing my eyebrows, I turned around and looked at him, he has a cigarette hanging from his mouth, which was sort of unusual.

-

my mind comes up with ideas and this happened, so...

please tell me what y'all think, i would love the feedback!

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[duffslut]

Caught You Girl 2

Izzy Stradlin x reader

For part one, click here.

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 2725

Warnings: Smut! CNC, Wax play, Submission and Domination kink, BDSM, Dacryphilia, Piss kink, Threesome, praise kink, Chocking, Humiliation kink among others. Minors Dni.

You woke up with Izzy crouched in front of you, his face so close to yours you could still feel the warmth of his lips on yours, he kissed you again, calmly, just to make sure you woke up. You blinked your eyes gradually until you got used to the light, your mind seemed to be slow to process where you were, or you've just never been there before. You realized when you tried to move and saw that your hands were cuffed behind you, again, you kicked your legs trying to get up but without success, Izzy was still crouching in front of you, he slid his hand through your hair, trying to calm you down while you could barely breathe in despair. You whimpered slurred sentences at him while you cried like a baby after you finally realized the madness you had done. And it was with Izzy whispering for you to shut up that you realized you weren't coming home, and when he slid his hand down your shivering body and said "I'll keep you with me until you learn how to like it" you were sure.

- Don't cry princess, I bet you'll get used to it soon won't you? I made you feel good didn't I?

Izzy said calmly as he got up and lit a candle in the middle of the room.

- Why are you doing this?

You were confused, the light was on, Why was he lighting a candle? you cringed more and more as Izzy approached you again, unbuttoning your shirt and letting your breasts show. You pulled your head back when he brought the candle closer to your chest, fear passed through your eyes as you didn't dare blow out the candle that heated your face more and more.

- Your skin is so soft, it makes me want to hurt you.

You shook your head while whimpering for Izzy not to do it, even though you knew it wouldn't stop him. The hot wax started to drip on your tits, you moaned in pain and tried to uncuff your hands to end it but your efforts gradually diminished as you realized he wasn't trying to hurt you, it just turned him on, and what you think made no difference. Izzy lowered the candle to your belly, you squirmed every time the hot wax touched your skin, at first in pain, but little by little you began to realize that you might like to feel it. Your moans increased again as Izzy reached your pussy, pulling down your panties with his free hand. You tried to close your legs but the feeling of pain didn't allow it, you wanted that, he was teasing you, and it was working.

You were a mess when Izzy finally stopped playing with you, you took a deep breath and closed your legs trying to hide that you were embarrassingly wet for him.

- You don't need to close your legs you stupid little bitch, let me see how wet you are for me huh?

You shook your head and tried to move backwards, and only then did you realize you were still in his room, just on the other side, with your hands cuffed at the foot of the bed. Izzy's hands opened up your legs and you screamed as he promptly stuck two fingers inside you, you didn't want him to know you were enjoying it so you just bit your lip to keep from moaning as he keeps fingering you faster and faster.

But just as it wasn't in Izzy's plans to stop before you had surrendered to his touch, your body didn't obey your commands when Izzy used his thumb to rub your clit while he still fingered you, his eyes shift to yours as you felt his fingers touch the right spot, he knew everything he was doing, and once again you fell into his trap. You whimpered loudly when you came and had a squirt at the same time with his fingers inside you and his thumb not stopping rubbing your clit even when you moaned madly and your whole body shook.

- I think you're ready now princess

Izzy said as he took his fingers out of you and tapped your sensitive clit a few times making you do little jumps and whimper even more at him.

- I wanna go home - You said between sobs, you didn't know if you would take it if he kept using you like that.

- You don't wanna go home y/n, your home is here now, now shut your fucking mouth or i will have to do it myself

Izzy got up and walked to the door, you started screaming on the floor, stomping your feet like a baby and crying without even knowing why. He walked back to you but grabbed a black cloth before approaching you again.

- You stupid bitch you asked for it.

Your eyes widened as Izzy tied the cloth over your mouth, preventing you from screaming and allowing you to just let out muffled grunts.

Izzy left you and you missed him in the few minutes he left you alone, you wanted his attention. Izzy came back and you had to squint to really realize what was following him, or rather, who.

- That's the little one?

You followed Izzy's conversation with the two men at the door, the tall blonde asked questions to Izzy while the brunette with curly hair that covered almost his entire face didn't take his eyes off you.

- Yeah it's her, she can be a bit of a brat sometimes so you gotta control her, she likes it, don't you doll?

Izzy turned to you, the dark-haired guy let out a muffled laugh and walked towards you first, your body exposed in front of two strangers oddly enough it didn't make you embarrassed, it just made you think Izzy wanted to share you with his friends, it's not a bad thing is it?

- You're pretty tied up there aren't you?

The guy Izzy called Slash knelt in front of you and pinched your cheeks turning your face to him, the cloth in your mouth preventing you from saying anything.

- I bet you're feeling so special that we're using you aren't you? you love to be treated like a whore, you don't even disguise it.

Slash let go of your head and started taking off his clothes in front of you, drool dripped from your open mouth as you watched him, his dick even bigger than Izzy's made you want him inside you.

- Lucky fucker, she likes you, she wasn't so offered to me the first time.

First time? Izzy had only really fucked you once, what did he mean by first time? You felt a twinge of pain in your head and remembered how you woke up not recognizing where you were and already handcuffed to the bed, You didn't remember how Izzy had done it, or what had happened after he made you lick his cum out of the dog bowl. Did he fuck you passed out? The thought turned you on, and you had no doubt that he could have done it.

- Start it Duff

Izzy said and walked over to you, Slash's clothes were lying on the floor and he was touching his dick like he was waiting for some order from Izzy. You didn't even notice when the tall blond guy now called Duff started recording you with Izzy's cell phone, bringing the camera closer to your tear-stained face and then to your naked body.

"I can take it away from you if you promise to control yourself, can I trust you?" Izzy whispered in your ear, the familiar fear and curiosity running through your body as you listened to him speak, you nodded and he lowered the cloth to your chin. You took a deep breath as you watched Slash ride on top of you, his hard cock brushing over your pussy.

You screamed when Slash entered you without warning and Izzy tightened his hand around your neck, you couldn't breathe but he seemed to enjoy it.

- Behave. No scream

You nodded desperately trying to get some air while the unknown dark-haired guy fucked you.

Izzy also mounted you, but in front of your face, his fingers went to your mouth and opened it when his hard cock popped out in front of your face. Duff filmed your every desperate move while you had two cocks filling you at the same time, Izzy fucked your throat without caring about your face wet with tears from choking on his dick and Slash got deep into you, the two of them treating you like you were a doll that was just for them to fuck whenever they wanted, and deep down you liked that, a lot.

Your body writhed on the floor being completely surrendered and exposed to the three guys in the room, you were so embarrassed to be almost cumming of two men using you but that was all you ever wanted, izzy just wanted to fulfill your darkest fantasies, he already knew everything when he found you in the square, your innocent face didn't change your dirty thoughts.

Izzy released his cock from your mouth and you were finally able to breathe for a little while before Slash also left you and a feeling of emptiness came over you.

- Come here now - Izzy said.

- I can't, my hands are cuffed - you said low, Slash put his hand over his mouth to cover his smile as he laughed at Izzy uncuffing you.

- Fucking useless whore

You felt so humiliated walking dizzily to the middle of the room where Duff was still holding his cell phone, the bulge in his pants was getting more and more noticeable as you walked towards him.

- You'll satisfy him now, be a good little bitch and we'll surprise you later

You obeyed Izzy and knelt in front of Duff, looking up as you smoothed his hard-on over his pants before pulling them down.

You felt more confident with every moan the blonde let out while you sucked his dick, running your tongue all over and sucking the tip of it every time you stopped to breathe.

- Yeah great - Duff said suddenly to the boys behind you and walked away from you.

You looked confused but your vision soon went dark as a black cloth covered your eyes and you couldn't see anything while still kneeling on the floor. A hand ran through your hair and then Slash's voice told you to open your mouth.

You didn't open it and then his hand slapped your face, pinching your cheeks and forcing you to open it.

- You gonna open it or I'm gonna fuck your fucking mouth until you can't close it anymore.

Tears were running down from under the blindfold in your eyes as you sightly opened your mouth. It took a second before you felt the liquid falling on you, at first you thought it was water but the moment it started to pour into your mouth you spat it out, Slash was pissing on you, the lowest humiliation you could ever experience, it stopped for a moment but then came back, right inside your mouth, but this time you didn't spit it out. You tried to get used to the bitter taste in your mouth and tried to swallow as much as you could, Slash squirted his piss all over your body and soon you were all wet.

It suddenly stopped and you started whining for Izzy, but he didn't come yet, it was Duff's turn with you.

He did exactly the same thing Slash did to you, except Duff preferred to piss on your tits and not leave much in your mouth, what you wouldn't complain if he did. Duff finished with you and then you felt your pussy throb at the thought that Izzy would be next.

You knew it was Izzy even though you didn't see him when his hand grabbed your hair and bent you forward, making you go down on all fours, you heard Slash and Duff laugh behind you, probably seeing how stupidly wet your pussy was from having them taking turns to piss on you.

- Put your tongue out - Izzy said still with his hand holding your head close to the floor.

Your hands touched the puddles of piss on the floor and you stuck your tongue out, arching your back and sticking your ass back as you licked the pee on the floor. You heard Izzy's muffled laugh above you, they were laughing at you, of how stupid you looked being on all fours and licking the piss of people you've never seen in your life.

- Great puppy, you can take what you want now.

You got back on your knees and felt around Izzy's belly until you got to his dick, you immediately put it in your mouth, playing with your tongue on the tip waiting for Izzy piss. It didn't take that long until he started squirting his pee into your mouth, you couldn't help but smile when you heard his deep sigh, he was close to coming. You didn't waste any of Izzy's piss, you gulped it down as fast as you could while sucking on him and urging him to give you more.

Izzy left you as soon as he finished pissing but you weren't done yet, you still wanted to make him come inside your mouth, and make his friends watch how well you could swallow his cum.

- Jeff, Izzy! Please...

The room was silent, only your whimpers for Izzy were heard, but at this point you didn't care anymore, you needed him.

- Yes? - Izzy said, his voice huskier than usual, he was probably touching himself and getting close to his orgasm.

- Please...

You stretched out your hands so you could touch him and he took the blindfold off your eyes.

- Tell me princess, what exactly do you want?

You blinked a few times and crawled closer to Izzy, taking his hands off his cock gently and putting yours, looking at him as you ran your tongue over it like a lollipop.

- I just want to help you daddy I want you to pour your hot cum down my throat.

You snapped Izzy's cock and he moaned in pleasure for a few seconds and then used his hand to caress your face.

- Look at the fucking mess you are right now and you still want me to milk you. - You kept sucking him without taking your eyes off his and paying attention to every word he spoke.

Slash and Duff soon approached you and soon you were surrounded by the three guys about to use your mouth to pleasure them again. You used your hand to masturbate Slash while you alternated sucking on Izzy and Duff's dick.

Duff was the first to pour his cum all over your face and then Izzy passed his dick through it and gave it to you to suck.

- Fuckin' gross Izzy

Duff said putting on his pants again.

- She likes it rough. - Izzy said, more to you than to Duff.

And then Slash came, as soon as you took your mouth off Izzy's dick and put it on his, you keep sucking it and jerking off Izzy until you're sure Slash is done and then you had Izzy all to yourself, you continued masturbating him with your hand and brought your lips up to his belly, leaving a path of kisses back to his dick, you took your hands to his balls and massaged them, Izzy's moans let you know you were doing it right.

You took Izzy's dick as far down your throat as you could and you felt his jets drip into it. You sat on the floor when he was finally finished, looking at the candle marks on your breasts and belly and thinking what your parents would say when you came home, if you did.

- Don't worry about it puppy, you did a good job, you can watch yourself tomorrow when you wake up.

Izzy showed the cover of the video Duff had recorded on his cell phone before putting it back in his pocket and walking to the door.

- See you soon little one.

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The Token: A Guns N’ Roses FANFICTION

Chapter 8: The Wrath of Betsie Tate

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Story Summary: Story inspired by the movie She’s the Man. A female Duff is tired of dealing with the bullshit of trying to make it on the strip as a female bassist. In a desperate attempt to make it big doing what she does, she cuts her hair and mascardes as Duff. What’s the wors that could happen?

Chapter Summary: Betsie pays Michelle a vist at work.

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My mind had created two lists of almost equal importance.

The first list contained the following names:

Walter

Macy

Betsie

Derek

Kendal

Izzy

Six people, only six people knew that Duff was actually Michelle the former bassist of Pixie. It could be worse since I had been doing this for a little over a month now, but it could also be a hell of a lot better. I was careful to never get too tipsy. I made sure to watch what I said and even how I sat, but there is still a sinking feeling that resides in the bottom of my stomach. The feeling that one day everyone would find out, and everything I’ve worked for would be gone.

No more Duff.

No more Guns N’ Roses.

No more music.

Maybe if this didn’t work out I could move to New York and become a secretary or some boring shit ass job like that. I wasn’t sure what I was more afraid of, losing Guns N’ Roses or giving up on my dream. Bottom line, both of them terrified me.

The second list was much shorter. It only had two names on it, Macy and Izzy. This list, which barely even qualified as a list by the fact that there were only two names on it, was the list of people I trusted with my secret.

Walter had been rather blunt with his disliking of me performing as Duff. I quickly learned that the entire intervention was all Walter’s idea from Macy this morning when she profusely apologized. She swore up and down that he forced her to help him. I wasn’t sure what to believe, but I trusted her none the less. I really didn’t have any other options. A list of one name was defiantly not a list.

Ever since Betsie stood by as Pixie kicked me out and dragged my name through the dirt, I don’t trust her. I used to though. I used to trust her with my life, but now I couldn’t trust her to poor me a glass of vodka. Her comments on how I’m betraying females everywhere also don’t help the unpleasant taste in my mouth.

Derek is and forever will be a wildcard, and he is probably mad that I didn’t tell him.

Kendal. Kendal. Kendal. Kendal was the reason I showed up to work this morning two hours early. I was hoping, no praying, that I could talk to her and try to explain myself. It was the least she deserved after yesterday.

I felt the nerves multiply in my stomach the second I opened the shop early. I tried to distract myself by singing along with the songs that came over the radio that echoed through the coffee shop, but as I prepped the shop my mind still focused on one thing...Kendal.

Last night, I chased after her the moment the gig had ended. I knew where to find her, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind to where she was. The coffee shop on Minlter Street, the shop I worked at, the shop where she spent her child hood, the shop she would one day inherit. I shoved my keys into the door and unlocked it full force. Instead of a Kendal sitting at her favorite table sipping on her cup of favorite coffee, I was met with nothing. I fought back tears as I stood in the middle of the hauntingly quiet coffee shop. Fuck.

I could already feel it unraveling.

I watched as the clock struck 6 AM and I flipped the small sign to open. I eyed the door all morning waiting for her to walk in as I worked. Bottom line, we needed to talk. 10 minutes turned into 5 hours later as I watched the clock strike 11 AM. Where the hell was Kendal? Usually she would get to the coffee shop by 9 AM at the latest when she was in town, but today was obviously not one of those days. I peeled up as I heard the bells that hung on the door chime. A customer, or hopefully Kendal had just walked in.

To my surprise Izzy walked in holding a small stack of papers in his hands. It was clear that he had just woken up from his hair that stuck out almost every which way from under his hat. The hat he must have tied to use to control that chaos that was growing on his head.

“For someone who lives on the other side of town, you seem to frequent this coffee shop a lot. Must be it’s great customer service,” I said as he walked up to my counter. I could feel the stares that were directed towards us from some of the customers. I tried to ignore them, but I could feel them judging.

“Nah, I come here because I look forward to getting glared at by it’s older clientele,” he teased back. I couldn’t help but giggle.

“How are you doing?” His question caught me off guard. It sounded genuine. He sounded like he actually cared.

“I’m still employed, so I got that going for me,” I let a sigh escape me as I hunched over, defeated.

“Bye Michelle, thank you for the stories!” I turned and sent a smile towards Suzy who was a mother of the cutest twins I have ever met. She would come every Wednesday morning during the summer for peace and quiet, and if it was slow like this morning, I would read her kids a story.

“Oh Michelle, he’s hot! Is he your boyfriend?” I turned red at the Suzy’s daughter’s question. I didn’t dare look over towards Izzy who was most likely enjoying the situation as he did in most situations where I squirmed.

I felt my cheeks get hot as I tried to find words, “No...he is just a friend...who is a boy.”

Suzy took my nerves as a cue to quickly escort her daughters out of the coffee shop.

“Friend who is boy?” I let a groan escape me as Izzy smirked leaning over the counter.

“I thought we were AT LEAST band mates,” he added.

The bell rang again as another customer walked in. My heart sunk when I noticed once again that it wasn’t Kendal.

“Shut it Stradlin, I gotta go help a customer,” I then went back to the front counter to take the woman’s order.

Luckily the customer only wanted a black coffee, so I was able to quickly make it for him. Not that I wanted to go and talk to Izzy or anything, but because I wanted to see what papers he was holding.

“So, what brings you to my coffee shop?”

“Your coffee shop? Didn’t know you owned the place...” Izzy replied as he began to fake ponder and look around the shop.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, and snatch one of the papers he was holding.

“Guns N’ Roses Live at the Troubadour. Get yourself together, drink till you drop, forget about tomorrow, and have another shot,” I froze for a second when I noticed the date and time.

“Izzy this is an add for Saturday night.”

“Yeah, and we need fliers out now,” he added as he dramatically held the small stack he had in his hand. I would have giggled at him being unintentionally cute, but I was more focused on the fact that we were stealing Pixie’s weekly gig.

“Pixie plays Saturday nights at 8 at the Troubadour. They have been for the past six months,” I simply received a shrug from Izzy.

“Did they get a better gig, or are we taking their spot,” I groaned as I received another shrug.

“All I know is that Axl has been wanting to play at the Troubadour, and stopped by there this morning to have a talk with someone. The next thing I know he came bursting in and asking me to make fliers,” I nodded as he spoke.

“Hope you don’t mind the photos I chose for you. We need someone to take a group shot of us, so we at-least look a little more professional,” I immediate shook my head when Izzy finished talking. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of Guns N’ Roses being professional.

“No, I look pretty bad ass, good choice,” I sent him a warm smile as I looked over the flier.

“Can I hang one up on your billboard over there?” I nodded a motioning for him to go right ahead. He handed me some extras, I’m assuming in hope that people would take the flier for the $3 admission discount.

I watched as Izzy went to go hang up a flier, and tried to ignore the girls who were curiously eyeing him.

“Good show last night,” I turned to see Derek who was currently restocking the remaining pastries. I tried to read him, but his face remained stoic with each cherry pastry he stacked.

“Thanks, I really appreciate your help. Even though it didn’t go as planned,” I replied. My heart slowly sunk as Derek didn’t look over towards me.

“Hey, Derek....” he turned around as I spoke finally giving me his full attention. Thank god he actually looked at me.

“I mean it. Thank you so much, here,” I handed him a flier, but before he could read it I began to talk again.

“We’re playing again Saturday night. It’s a prime time show and it’s going to be insane. You and a plus one will get in for free,” I sent him a warm smile as he began to read the flier.

“Okay, cool. Thanks! I’ll ask Mica tonight,” he sent a warm smile my way causing me to relax.

“The Troubadour is a cool place and I can’t wait to see y’all there,” I smiled back.

THANK GOD. THANK FUCKING GOD HE DIDN’T HATE ME.

Before I walked away I felt him pull my arm back, “I meant it. You guys are really good. Plus...I will admit I was pissed you didn’t tell me at first, but I don’t know that last time I saw you actually enjoying yourself onstage. You seemed free, and you were right. If I was you I would do whatever takes to make my dream come true. Let me know when you release your first album! I’ll be first in line.”

I sent him a nod before I went back to work cleaning down dirty tables. I quickly shooed Izzy out of the coffee shop, much to the displease of the girls he was talking to, in hopes that Kendal would be more forgiving if Izzy wasn’t here.

Two more hours had passed, and I eventually gave up on Kendal showing up. The place was rather busy for a Thursday morning, and I already had to replace the flier twice.

I was pulled from my thoughts as I saw a familiar blonde throw on her apron and hat before joining us behind the counter.

“Hey Patty, what are you doing in early?”

“I honestly don’t know, I got a call from Kendal to come in a couple hours early,” she then shrugged before she went to inspect our coffee machines. Panic filled me as I remained frozen. Patty either worked the shift opposite of me or late nights, not while I was working during lunch.

Fuck.

I turned towards Derek who shared the same expression as me.

“Hey Michelle can you come into the office real fast,” I tried to keep my breath easy as I followed my uncle to his office. When the hell did he get here, I was watching the door all day? Unless he came in when I was talking with Izzy.

His office was small, but it didn’t need to be large. That’s not who my uncle was. My uncle never needed to have some sort of reminder to everyone he was in charge like a large desk or office. We always joked that the only reason he had the office was to keep him from eating all of the pastries. All he had to do was walk onto the shop floor and customers and workers alike would smile at him. He was never a dictator and it wasn’t uncommon to see him helping with the dishes when a large rush came in. Calling in an employee to come in early was rather unusual.

The moment I walked into his office I felt the uneasiness that resided in my stomach grow larger than the Grinch’s heart.

“Michelle, please sit,” I offered my uncle a kind smile before I sat down.

I turned to give one to Kendal as well who was lurking in the corner, but she refused to make eye contact with me. I didn’t need to be psychic or a mind reader to know what this meeting was about. The scowl that was planted on my cousin’s face was enough to know.

“So this meeting is nothing to serious, I just want to ask you a couple questions,” my uncle calmly stated. I sent him a soft smile before nodding.

Nothing serious? SERIOUSLY? With Kendal glaring me in the corner I felt like I was on trial.

“Well, how are you today Michelle?”

“I’m good, never better,” I cautiously replied. Every word I spoke felt like taking a footstep through a minefield.

“Recently we have received some customer complaints about you,” I nodded my head trying to figure out which customer her was talking about. Over the past two weeks I haven’t really had any ‘incidents’. Six months ago I had a poor encounter with a customer, but that was SIX MONTHS AGO.

“What were they about?”

“The clientele that you let into this coffee shop,” I froze and stared right at Kendal when the words left my Uncle’s mouth. That fucking bitch tattled on me. I thought we were practically sisters. I thought she would confront me about it in private. I thought wrong.

“Uncle, we let everyone in,” he cut me off before I could continue.

“We let everyone who pays in,” his sharp words cut right through me.

“Izzy’s and Axl’s coffees are ALWAYS paid for,” I quickly shot back. One quick look at my Uncle’s face told me that I said the wrong thing. I shouldn’t have let those words out of my mouth.

“By who?” And so the demon speaks. I shot Kendal a glare at her stupid question. I was relieved to see that she wasn’t receiving a glare from just me. My uncle, her father, was also sending one towards her.

“Me or them depends on the day. I made them coffee for a long practice, and the other day Izzy bought some,” I tried to keep my voice calm as I spoke. It was clear that my Uncle wasn’t entirely pleased with Kendal at the moment.

“So you bought your boyfriends coffee,” before my uncle could continue talking I immediately interrupted him, “band mates. Not boyfriends.”

I watched as a flash of realization crossed his face. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a smirk flash across Kendal’s features. FUCK. I slipped up.

“You’re still trying to be in a band? I thought you quit that dream last year,” I shook my head no at his question.

“No, I just stopped telling you about my bands, and you assumed that I stopped playing I never lied to you,” my uncle sighed at my response before pinching the bridge of his nose with his two fingers. Saying that I never lied to him probably wasn’t the best defense.

“Does this band affect your ability to perform your job,” my uncle eventually broke the uncomfortable silence that had grown in the room. Kendal and I immediately answered the question with two drastically different answers, yes and no.

Our lovely meeting was quickly interrupted by shouting before we could continue. I followed my Uncle and cousin, and immediately regretted it.

“What the fuck Michelle,” I didn’t need to see her to know who was screaming. I remained frozen, I didn’t even need to guess what she was screaming about. It was clear that Betsie was pissed that Guns N’ Roses stole Pixie’s time slot.

“WHOAH Whoah woah, calm down,” Derek immediately hopped over the counter in attempt to block Betsie from coming after me.

“Calm down? CALM DOWN? That two timing traitor bitch stole my band’s gig,” she shouted back.

“You don’t own a gig!” I casually replied, not really thinking my actions through. My uncle placed his arm in front of me gently guiding me behind him.

It was clear that today was only going to get worse.

She only got angrier from there, “you listen here you two timing whore of a bitch, and don’t you dare try to hide behind your uncle. You think that just because Axl promised strippers on stage that you can take MY GIG. Is that all you think I am? Nothing more than a fucking stripper?”

By now the entire coffee shop was watching us.

“What is going on?” My uncle bellowed through the shop.

“Your barista or whatever the fucking hell you call her is a damn traitor who dresses up as a guy and plays in a rock n’ roll band on the strip” she shouted at my uncle.

He then quickly turned towards me, as if I had a logical straight forward answer. Getting fired was now the least of my worries.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

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