#izzy stradlin fanfiction

[samiwife]

Hii there! How are you?

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

Tysm! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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

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

♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[skinomyteethh]

Hey!! i was wondering if you could write something on izzy maybe i don’t know if this will make sense but he gets embarrassed during sex? you know, trying to normalise things that happen during sex that arnt spoke about (in most) of the fics i read but it’s totally cool if your not comfortable with it!💞

₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘ first time nervousness

pairing: izzy stradlin x fem! reader.

summary: accidents happen!

contains/warnings: reader and izzy's first time. fingering. slight nipple play ig. little pussy slapping. oral (f. receiving). etc.

authors note: OKAY SO i tried my best to like execute the idea of izzy getting embarrassed and like mixing it with the fact that accidents also happen while having sex sometimes and that it doesn't have to kill the mood. I hope I did good! and uh hope y'all like it!

sexual thematics or even the simple thought of sexual relations were somewhat frightening to them, throughout their prolonged relationship they had only shared a few promiscuous touches and kisses, yet they desperately wanted to take a more intimate step in their relationship, feelings of nervousness seemed to block their ability to express their true desires.

[name] laid against the beige bedsheets, her eyes glancing down at izzy's pale hands as they trailed down up her torso carefully and gently as if she were fragile and delicate, made of glass. his right hand advanced up to her tits, cupping one of them, squeezing it rather roughly. a wince of pain parted her lips, izzy quickly removed his hand, leaning down to place soft kisses around her perked nipple. it wasn't his intent to hurt her, he just got carried away.

soft, almost desperate apologies escaped his light pink lips, it somewhat embarrassed him, he was supposed to make her feel pleasure not pain. he continued to apologize while she reassured him that everything was fine, accidents happen.

he slowly sat back up, slotting his face in between her thighs, he brought his left hand up, spreading her folds with his pointer and middle finger, dragging his tongue down her cunt. both the bridge and tip of his nose occasionally bumped into her clit whilst he began to eat her out causing her bruised and bitten red lips to part, pleading moans spilling from them.

shortly after he removed his head from the snug spot in-between her thighs, gently slapping her cunt, coating his fingers in her arousal. each and everyone of his moves were all experimental, he wanted to see what exactly felt pleasurable to her. her soft, warm fingers wrapped around his wrist, bringing his hand up towards he mouth.

[name] slowly opened her mouth, breathing heavily. she slowly began to lick and suck his long, pale fingers. he promptly slid his fingers out of her mouth, carefully trailing them down and inserting them into her, a mantra of moans spewing from her lips. he steadily pumped his fingers in a back and forth motion, speeding up his pace once in a while.

just as she was on the brink of her orgasm he pulled his fingers out, lovingly placing kisses on her lower stomach, inching closer to her inner thighs before sitting on his knees, lining up his painfully hard, pre-cum covered cock with her entrance. steadily, he slid in, causing her to tighten her grasp on the beige bedsheets, tugging on them as a loud, almost pornographic moan echoed through the bedroom.

Izzy maintained a rather calm, loving pace. he was worried about somehow hurting her again, he didn't want to hurt his precious jewel, at least not anymore. she grasped onto his forearm as his grip on her waist tightened, begging for him to go faster, harder. he skeptically obliged, fasten his pace.

the most desperate, adorable groans and whines escaped from his pink lips as he felt her warm, velvety, wet walls around him, her cunt seemed to lore him back in for more every-time he pulled out. he felt as if he was on cloud nine, he never expected these sinful acts to feel so euphoric. a keen, loud, and pleasure-filled cry whimper erupted from the back of [name]'s throat as she finally reached her awaited orgasm, it was a completely inexplicable feeling.

as he continued to thrust into her, a white, sticky ring of her orgasm appeared around the base of his cock, each time he pulled out, lines of her arousal mixed with her cum would connect them, causing lewd wet sounds to now accompanying their sounds of pleasure. with every thrust and every groan Izzy breached closer and closer to his orgasm, he soon haphazardly pulled out of her, pumping his length in-front of her face.

thick white spurts of cum ejaculated from his cock as a loud, low groan escaped his lips. he smiled, carelessly laying down next to her, catching his breath as he mumbled soft praises into her ear.

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[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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[berzahoes]

you and me | izzy stradlin

summary: no matter what axl told him, izzy could never stop loving you.

an: it’s about time i wrote something for my man izzy <3 not an exact timeline of how things actually went but hey, that’s fanfiction for ya!

warnings: axl rose that should always be a warning

the moment izzy saw you, he swore he was in love. at the time, you were both in high school. he had long hair and beat up shoes that were years old. on the other hand, you were the nicest clothes and shoes while your hair was perfectly cut and brushed. he noticed that you always wore a locket, maybe a family member had given it to you as a present.

you were known as the nicest girl in school. nobody had anything bad to say about you until a certain lead singer saw how in love his friend was with you.

“she’s a prude. why waste your time on her?”

izzy would immediately defend you. “you don’t know her. stop saying shit if you don’t know her.”

it was after your high school graduation that you and izzy began to talk. your family had thrown you a party. as you were helping your mom bring in decorations from her car, izzy just so happened to walk by since your houses were close to each other. you noticed him and waved for him to come over. he couldn’t believe that the most popular girl from high school was about to talk to him.

“hi, jeffrey.” you said in your sweet voice that izzy loved.

“you know my name?” he asked.

“well, yeah. we went to the same elementary school. remember mrs. smith? she wore those big glasses?” you said.

“i remember now and i remember you doing a project about the ocean and you said your favorite animal was a betta fish and some kid made fun of you for liking a fish.” he realized how much information he remembered. was it normal to remember all that? he probably looked like a creep—

“it still is. it’s a pretty fish.”

izzy only nodded.

“do you want to come over later? i’m having a graduation party and i would love for you to come.”

“yeah, thanks. maybe i’ll drop by. i’ve been busy with my band.”

“you’re in a band? that’s cool! what kind of music do you play?”

izzy wished he didn’t even the band, but at the same time, he wanted to share what he loved with you. “it’s just a . . band. you know, rock, we play that.”

“cool, maybe i can come see you guys perform?” you questioned.

“if you don’t mind sitting on a old couch in a garage.” he joked.

“every band starts somewhere, jeff.”

“izzy, i go by izzy.” he was nervous about what you thought about his name. did you like it? did you hate it so much that it made you not want to talk to him ever again?

“well, izzy, i still mean what i said.”

during the party, you introduced izzy to your parents. izzy thought it was a bad idea since most parents took one look at him and instantly thought he looked like trouble. but your parents weren’t that type.

“mom, dad, this is izzy. we went to the same elementary school. he graduated too.” you said as izzy shook hands with your parents.

“nice to meet you, izzy. congratulations on your graduation. any plans for your future?” your mom immediately asked.

“honey, the boy just got out of school. the last thing he wants to do is think about college,” your dad said. “our daughter says she wants to travel for a bit before she goes to college. we told her that as long as she has the money and she’s with someone we trust, she can travel as much as she can.”

then you whisper something into izzy’s ear that had both of your parents wondering. when you finished, izzy chuckled and nodded.

“he let me say this, izzy is actually in a band.” you blurted out.

“a band? that’s great. you know, i was almost in a band once. . .” your dad spoke.

and that was your cue to take izzy someplace else so you ended up in your old treehouse that your dad built. the party was still going on as you and izzy layed on the wooden floor.

“do you want to go to college?” izzy asked.

you sighed. both your parents went to college so they expected you to go as well. but all of you wanted to do was travel. you were born and raised in lafayette, the only time you went out of state was for your cousin’s wedding in georgia that you didn’t remember because you were five years old.

“I don’t know. you know how our teachers always say you have to go to college to get a good job and good money? i don’t think that. i want to go anywhere, everywhere. i don’t need a math degree or read shakespeare,” you explained. “i want to go to los angeles, i want to experience it so bad.”

“then let’s go.” izzy said casually.

“what?” you turned to him.

“let’s go to los angeles, you and me.” he repeated.

“but what about your band?” you asked.

“we were never going to make it out of the garage anyways. maybe los angeles has something for me.”

so after a few weeks, it was decided. you and izzy were going to the city of angels. when you told your parents, they were hesitant, but you reminded them of your dad’s words. they helped you pack and even gave you extra money so you wouldn’t worry.

back at izzy’s house, axl was trying to talk him out of leaving, especially with ‘the prude’ as he nicknamed you. but izzy wasn’t listening to him. he continued packing as axl listed all the reasons why it was a bad idea.

“she’s not going to survive the streets of los angeles, izzy. look at her! she’s going to break and then she’ll come back crying to mommy and daddy.” axl stated.

“she won’t because she’ll have me.” izzy replied.

“then you’re both dead.”

soon, you and izzy were on your way to los angeles. your parents had payed for your plane tickets. when the plane touched down in lax, you smiled at the feeling of being out of indiana.

“you ready?” izzy asked, grabbing your hand.

you nodded. “ready.”

1982

you and izzy now called los angeles your home. it took months of working and saving up money, but you and izzy found a nice small house in a good neighborhood. your parents often called to make sure you were okay. you would sometimes find izzy on the phone with your dad.

when you and izzy arrived to the city of angels, you immediately started looking for a job. a record store owner hired you since the store had just opened and the way only had two employees. it was definitely a dream job for you.

it was a spring break when izzy’s friend, axl, decided to join you and permanently move to los angeles.

“you’re still here?” axl asked you when he saw you walk through the door of your house. he was sitting on the couch, feet up on the coffee table. he definitely took the phrase ‘make yourself at home’ too literally.

“yes, axl, i’m still here. this is my home.” you clarified as you walked towards your and izzy’s shared room. you dropped your purse on the floor then threw yourself on the bed. you were exhausted from work and all you wanted to do was sleep, but of course when axl rose is in your house, sleep is not an option.

“hey, you hungry?” you heard izzy ask from the doorway.

you could smell mac and cheese. “not right now, izzy. my feet hurt, i have a headache and i have the opening shift tomorrow.” you groaned.

“you have to eat something.” izzy encouraged.

“she doesn’t want to eat, let her starve i guess.” axl took the pot of mac and cheese from izzy’s hands so he could eat it.

“what is he still doing here?” you had enough and got up from your bed.

“don’t even start with me, bitch!” you heard axl yell as izzy closed the door to your bedroom.

“i’ll make him leave. he’s only here because we were rehearsing. we got a few gigs coming up. i promise he’ll be gone soon.” izzy assured you.

“he just gets in my nerves.” you sighed.

“i know. but he’ll be gone soon and you and i can continue where we left off this morning.” he started kissing you. then axl happened.

“you guys fucking in there?” he pounded his fists on the door.

“i’m going to fucking kill him.”

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[caspers-spook]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG

hello! my names cas or casper wtv u wanna call be honestly. i'm pretty new to nsfw tumblr writing but i love writing and i LOVE writing filthy fucking smut. i probably wont commit to multiple chapter stories but i can probably commit to au's and i'll do my best to give you decent length stories/blurbs. MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN! i love getting requests and writing things for people, please read what i will and won't write and who i will and wont write for :)

BOUNDARIES who i WILL write for ; GNR (for any era of the og lineup, esp 80's-90's) ((izzy and steven are personal favorites of mine)) Mötley crüe Dave Mustaine (THE E WILL NOT STAY ORANGE HELP ME. I AM GIVING UP.) will also write member x member i love tons of bands and would try to write for them but i'm autistic and i fixate on these so i wont write for anyone else (may add more people to the list of who i can write for down the line! (PLEASE REQUEST IZZY STRADLIN I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.) what i will NOT write for ; ddlg / age play , water-sports (pisskink) , scat , no proship stuff at all , suicide , ocs , (cnc is thin ice cause it can look different to different people, will only do if explicitly asked for and given a guide on how they want it done but i wont do anything thats super hardcore) most kinks i will do but i always reserve the right to refuse requests and such. requests will get done by how much motivation i have for each I DO MALE READER TOO! as i am a male reader myself click the button that says " REQUEST / ASK! <3 " to request or ask me anything, anonymously or not.

MASTER LIST! SMUT (will mostly write smut) ANGST (not my favorite to write but if you set a good scene for me i can do it) FLUFF IN DRAFTS Izzy Stradlin pretty tied up Want a cigarette? head canons Steven Adler baking cookies headcanons Axl Rose headcanons cemetery date Slash in drafts Duff McKagen christmas headcanons Dave Mustaine in drafts Mick Mars loving it loud Vince neil in drafts Nikki Sixx in drafts

also follow the tag caspersspook to just see when i post in general if you'd like :) (includes random things, art possibly, updates on writing ect.) i am so pissed some of the coloring didnt work wtf tumblr

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[stevenssticks]

Izzy is the only guy who can make me cry about how cute he is and then bring me to my shananananananaknees 3 seconds later

HEPL LOOK AT HIM

i cannot see this man as dominant at all the only time i’m getting on my knees for him is if he begs until he starts to cry tbh! need to wear him down a lil<3

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[purifycantyouhelpme]

A Hotel Disaster | Izzy Stradlin x Fem! Reader

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Summary: You, Izzy, Slash, Duff, Steven and Axl are chilling at a hotel room and you give Izzy a blowjob while the others are out of the hotel room. This takes place in 1993. This is all in Izzy's P.O.V.

Word Count: 858

I was sitting on one of the 6 beds, across from (Y/N). The other four was getting their breakfast from the breakfast table. Me, Axl and (Y/N) was the only ones who haven't gotten their breakfast. Axl got up from the bed and walked to the door.

"Izzy, are you going to get some breakfast?" Axl asked me. "No thanks, Axl." I said. I wasn't really hungry. "I'll just rest right here with (Y/N)." I put my hands behind my head, shoulders up. I smiled at him. Axl didn't look too happy when I said no. "Alright, loser." Axl stick his tongue out at me. He walked out of the hotel room and shut the door. What an ass.

Me and (Y/N) were the only ones in the hotel room. (Y/N) was watching TV, she was watching Seinfeld.

I couldn't help but to stare at her. Her long brown hair, her shiny white skin, those amber eyes. She's so pretty and cute. Just staring at her is making me horny. God, I want to fuck her so bad.

Suddenly, I got hard. I got a bulge in my pants, this was embarrasing. I didn't want (Y/N) to see it. I immediately covered it up with my hands and I quickly flip on the other side of the bed. I made kind of a loud thud when I did that.

"Are you okay, Izzy?" She asked me, she was concerned. Should I tell her?

"(Y/N)..." I got off of the bed and stand up. I walked over to (Y/N)'s bed while covering my boner. I stared at her for bit.

I took my pants off, I took my underwear off in front of her. She was shocked at what she was seeing. I had my hands on my hip. "I want you to suck on it." I pointed at my dick with my right hand. I was being serious.

"I-Izzy!" She yelled. She put her hands over her mouth and then she covered her eyes with her hands. She turned her head away. "I-I can't do it. There are people here and... Steven and them are going to come back." She was pretty worried. She didn't say no. I walked in a little closer. She slowly moved her hands away from her face. She was staring at my erected dick. I chuckled. Come on, (Y/N), this dick isn't going to suck itself. I kept on pointing to my dick.

"F-Fine." She said, slightly pissed. I had a grin on my face. She took her shirt off, she was in her crop top and pants. The crop top was pretty small.

Kneeling down on the floor, she hold my dick with her left hand and her right hand was on the floor. I was staring at the wall, the TV was still playing in the background.

Her eyes were close and her tongue was slowly licking the tip. I let out a moan. I didn't care if people could hear us at this point.

Her tongue was all over my dick from the tip to the end. She was licking it back and forth. I couldn't help but to moan with every lick, it felt really good.

She stopped licking my dick and she opened her eyes. I was breathing in and out. She was staring at me. "Am I doing a good job? I don't know what I'm doing." She asked me as she started to stroke my dick slowly. I looked down at her. This is her first time? I don't believe her. She's doing a good job.

"F-Faster." I moaned softly. She slowly put her whole mouth on the tip. She started to move her head up and down, sucking my dick. "Fuck..." I grunted. "Don't stop..." I said softly. She's going faster. My eyes were rolled back and my head was titled back. I feel like I'm going to cum.

The footsteps were getting closer.

I heard them opening the hotel door. Oh no. This is bad.

"Izzy, we're--" I heard Steven say something to me. "Oh my god." Duff yelled, he was shocked that he was seeing this. I felt so embarrassed that I don't even wanna look at them.

I put my hands behind (Y/N)'s head

and push her head farther in my cock.

"I'm cumming.... ahh~" I moaned loudly as I came in her mouth. God, that felt really good, I needed that. I was breathing pretty hard. I let go off her head, she was breathing pretty hard too. I looked down at her, I realized that there was alot of cum in her mouth. She was spitting it out and was wiping it off her mouth with her hands. Sorry.

I turned around and I looked at them. They all holding their breakfast plates. They were really shocked that we had oral sex while they were gone. Duff was facepalming in anger.

"Oh..." I said. I didn't know what to say or do. "Hey guys." (Y/N) laughed nervously. We should of waited or did it in the bathroom.

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[duffslut]

Skateboarding

Izzy Stradlin x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 447

Warnings: Fluff!

- Just trust me, okay? - Izzy said, resting one of his hands gently on your waist as you climbed onto his skateboard.

Your body was shaking like jelly, Izzy had finally convinced you to go skating with him after you used every excuse you had thought of.

- It's too high. - You whined when you were alone on the board, with an attentive Izzy at your side with arms ready to catch you if you fell.

- Baby we're not even on the ramp. - Izzy chuckled. - I'll give you a little push, and you will keep it in a straight line, okay?

You nodded, planting your feet on the board and closing your eyes as Izzy placed his hands on your hips and pressed a kiss to your neck before gently pushing your back to give you momentum.

You just followed in a straight line until the skateboard stopped naturally, you didn't even had to put your feet on the ground.

- Holy shit did you see that? Did you see? - You asked as you ran towards Izzy, who looked a little embarrassed to have a few other skaters watching him.

He gave you a toothless smile and you hugged him, feeling more confident than ever as you carried Izzy and his skateboard to the top of a ramp.

- Babe are you sure about this? - Izzy asked worriedly, holding your hand tightly as you climbed onto his skateboard again, ready to roll down the small ramp.

You nodded, Izzy still looked a little uncertain, but he released you, and it was just before you started down the ramp that you twisted your foot and fell to the ground, scraping your knees.

- Shit! - Izzy cursed, running up to you and picking you up as easily as if you were a baby. - Are you okay? Is it hurting?

You moaned a "no" in response, even though the skin on your knee was burning and you were flushed with embarrassment.

- This place ain't for people like you girl! get the fuck out of here you and your punk ass boyfriend! - One of the guys sitting on a ramp yelled as you and Izzy walked by.

- I'd watch your mouth if I were you mate, you better shut the fuck up before I shut it for you. - Izzy yelled back at them, about to go to their group, but you grabbed him by the arm and he calmed down.

- It's okay babe. - You said, limping to the nearest bench in the square where Izzy tended to you and bandaged your wounds.

- What? - Izzy asked when he realized you were staring at him with a passionate smile on your lips.

- That was pretty hot. - You said.

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[gnrbitch]

Does she have alcohol?

warnings: alcoholism? (maybe idk)

mentions: Lenny Kravitz

y/nn: your nickname

based off Slash’s biography

——

1990

Slash had just been flown into New York by Lenny, something about him wanting Slash to be on his record. Slash thought it was cool, the recognization he was getting as a guitarist, not just the guitarist from guns n’ roses. But now he was here, waiting for Lenny to get ready in his apartment that, to Slash, looked like a vintage hippie store had just thrown up.

And sure, Slash had been sober from heroin for a quick minute, but that didn’t stop him from drinking like a madman. So he sat there, suddenly feeling chills, sweat and everything else that comes with being an alcoholic.

“Lenny, man, do you have anything to drink?” “Nah man, I have a joint though” Lenny responded to a suddenly pale Slash sitting on his couch. “Yea that’s cool, but I really need something to drink”

As Lenny went around asking his neighbors if they had some kind of alcohol Slash could drink, he was pacing right behind him “Can’t we just stop by a bar on the way to the studio?” Slash asked looking at Lenny, who had already started walking out of his apartment building. “Sorry dude, bars are closed on Sunday”

That made Slash nervous. Really fucken nervous. What kind of place was this? Closed bars on a Sunday? What the fuck?

The ride to the studio was personally, Slash’s personal hell. As they walked through the parking lot of the studio Slash turned to look at Lenny “Look man I need a fucken drink, I can’t play unless I have something to drink.”

“I get it man, i’ll get you something. Don’t worry.”

Lenny didn’t get it, Slash thought. Sure the dude smokes weed to write music and stuff. But he didn’t need it.

Lenny smiled as he walked into the studio, knowing he had found the solution to Slash’s hell. “Hey! y/nn!” Lenny called to the girl bending down to get her soda from the vending machine.

Y/n turned to look over at the voice, happy to see her dearest friend. Lenny, y/n and her guys met each other when Lenny first moved to Manhattan. All of them being musicians helped them build a bond.

“Hey Lenny, and friend” y/n knew who the friend was, but once you have some drinks with Iggy Pop, who was always spotted in New York considering he lived there, you really can’t be starstruck anymore.

“Y/nn honey, I hate to be a bother” Lenny started, getting cut off by Y/n’s sarcastic ass “do you? really?” Lenny rolled his eyes at the girl, knowing she was right. “Yea yea, do you and the guys have anything to drink?” “Preferably, alcohol?” He gave a side eye to Slash, who was wondering who this y/nn girl is, does she have alcohol, and what was she doing in the studio.

“Yea, the guys have some” Y/n responded, weirded out look on her face as she noticed Lenny’s friend looking quite like shit. “cmon” she said as she started walking towards the room her and the guys were recording in. “is your friend okay?” she said looking at Lenny, and before Lenny had the chance to answer her, Slash spoke. “Slash” was all he said “what?” Y/n said turning her head to him, not quite hearing him. “I’m Slash” he said louder.

“That’s nice, i’m Y/n” Y/n said giving him a soft smile, opening the door to her bands recording room.

“Im back” She started, “Lenny needs some alcohol” she finished, looking over to Sammi, their rhythm guitarist. “Take what you need man” Sammi said, pushing a bottle of tequila towards him.

On one hand, Slash was fucken relieved he finally had something to drink. But in the other, his ego was kinda bruised. What was up with these people? Did they not know who he is?

Caught up in his thoughts, he stared blankly at y/n who, was holding the bottle to him.

“Slash? Hello?” She said looking at him “Shit yea, thanks” he said, hating how shaky his voice sounded. He looked for Lenny, who he found sitting on the couch. “Sit down man, you look rough” a voice said, Slash looked at him. “Sydney don’t be fucked up” Y/n told the unknown guy, now known as Sydney “But yea, you should sit down Slash” She said turning her head back to him.

After drinking the bottle like his life depended on it, Slash finally felt good. Ignoring what everyone else in the room was talking about, his eyes floated to Y/n. He took in her appearance, necklaces that adorned her neck, falling perfectly around her loose V neck dress. He smiled to himself, what a pretty dress.

After looking at her for what felt like forever, soaking in every detail of her, he realized, Y/n is really pretty. Sure she’s hot, but he felt this pretty feeling being in the same room as her. And Slash didn’t know what it was, but he knew he liked Y/n.

Y/n. What a cool name, he thought, Y/n. It sounded nice in his head, but he wondered how it would sound if he said it out loud. “Y/n” He subconsciously said, wanting to slap himself after Y/n turned to him, giving him a little “yes?”

Shit. Now he had to start a conversation. “So, um, you make music?” another shit. he sounded like an idiot. “Yea” Y/n gave him a little laugh “I’m lead vocals” she said, now giving him his full attention. “That’s cool” he gave her a half smile, not knowing what else to say.

“I like your name” he blurted, cursing whatever the fuck had him acting like a school boy with a crush, he was usually much smoother with the ladies. “Thanks, I like yours too, Slash” she said putting an emphasis on his name, and Slash liked it, he liked how his named sounded coming out of Y/n’s mouth.

“Well I hate to cut this conversation short, but me and Slash gotta get working” Lenny said getting up, “Wouldn’t want your lady to wait up for you” He said, oblivious to Slash’s little crush on Y/n.

They said their goodbyes, Slash thanked them for the drink, they all told each other they would hang out again when they all weren’t busy.

When Slash and Lenny left, Y/n felt a bit of disappointment at the fact Slash had a girlfriend. But she couldn’t be surprised, he was Slash for god sakes.

And while Slash and Lenny walked to their recording room, Slash turned to Lenny “I really like your friend” “Y/n?” Lenny asked him, “Yea.”

——

I feel like this is kinda shit, but let me know what you guys think!! pt2?

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[gnrlove1987]

Prompt: Snow angels

Summary: You drag Izzy out to do snow angels at your new house for your first Christmas in Layfayette together.

“It’s freezing outside, y/n, cmon let’s stay in.” Izzy groaned.

“Please Izzy. You know I’ve never had a Christmas with snow before. Come make snow angels with me. Are you going to make me do it by myself?” You retorted.

It may have been heavy handed but it was true: you’d never spent the holidays around snow before. A California girl through and through, you had barely even seen snow in your lifetime, save for the times you were on tour with Izzy in cold climate cities but you were never there during the holidays.

But this Christmas was different. Izzy was sober for a couple years now and with that he decided a move back to his hometown was what he wanted after years hustling and making it in L.A. After months of flying back and forth from Lafayette to Los Angeles, you both finally agreed on the perfect house to set roots.

You’ve only been in the house for three months but it seemed like the pair of you had been there forever and you were getting to experience your first Midwest Christmas. Like a little kid experiencing their first snow, you were excited to get out there with your best friend and the love of your life tagging along with you.

“Wouldn’t you rather be cozy in this chair with me?” Izzy inquired with a cheeky smile as he grabbed you by the hand and pulled you on top of him on the plaid loveseat.

He kissed your neck all over, slowly, reveling in you.

Getting caught up in the heat of the moment you breathily said, “What if the snow doesn’t last long and we miss it?”

With that very California question, Izzy tilted his head back, “ Sugar, it’s Indiana. You’ll be sick of the snow by January 1st.”

You nodded your head in understanding but Izzy saw the disappointment on your face even though you tried your best to hide it.

“Tell you what, let’s go outside. But when we get back in, we get to do what I want.” Izzy grinned

You perked up at this and kissed his warm lips that would soon be ice cold, “Deal!” You said as you sprung off him and ran to put on your new winter coat and boots that Izzy, a lifelong midwesterner, bought for you and ran out the front door with Izzy trailing behind you.

You automatically plopped down in the white, pristine powder, making snow angels.

Izzy, now standing over you, was laughing to himself at this sight of a grown woman making snow angels.

"C'mon grinch, get down here with me."

"I'm fine watching you." he returned

"You're too cool to make snow angels with me, Iz?" you teased

"Yep" he nodded

You playfully gasped, "Fine, I guess you have this coming to you then."

As he faced the streets surrounding the pair of you, looking at the treetops covered in snow, he played along as he answered, "What do I have- "

But before he could finish his sentence a snowball hit him square in the nose, taking him by surprise.

Looking down he saw you smiling mischievously.

"Oh, you're gonna get it now." he warned as he wiped the snow off his nose.

He then picked you up off the ground and slung you over his shoulder and gave you a playful spank as he walked you back into the house.

Laughing, you exclaimed, "Izzy, put me down!"

Entering the house, Izzy sat you down on the counter and positioned himself between your legs as he took off your coat and threw it to the side.

"Now, we're doing what I want to do" he said with a gleam in his eye and an impish smile.

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[itsgaga]

Izzy Stradlin Dating  a Single Parent...

First i’ll say this

Izzy was lowkey freaking out 

Like on the inside 

On the outside he looked as calm as ever

It felt like a life or death situation 

Like what the fuck did he know about being a dad

If your child liked him great cool life goes on 

And it will go on peacefully with them liking him

But if they didn’t 

Then he’s shit out of luck

And will probably have it pretty tough

When it comes to meeting your child it’s just a lot of him thinking

“What if they don’t like me”

Does that mean he loses you?

Just a lot of worrying, ok?

When Izzy met them he was really trying his hardest 

Making jokes

Complimenting them

Whatever he could think of

You could tell he was nervous by his voice being sorta shaky and the fact that after every sentence he said he would look up at you for your approval 

Also by the fact that he was doing so much

He’s normally quiet but not now 

He has things to say

It paid off though 

Your child loved Izzy

They kept talking to him 

Telling him about the most random things like what happened at school or what they did two weekends ago 

Throughout the night Izzy would you give you glances and looks

Like a “Ha, they like me” type of look

After the first time meeting, Izzy would always ask you to bring your child with you whenever you guys go places

He becomes more childish when they’re around

Being more silly and playful 

It really shocked you because although Izzy could be goofy every now and then

He was always a lot more serious 

Loves to do that swinging thing when walking

Where you hold your kids one hand and Izzy holds the other

And while walking you swing them 

Do yk what i’m talking about?

Idk how else to explain that soooooooo....

Ok but the sight of your kid laughing saying “weeee” and Izzy’s big smile on his face

It melted your heart 

OH

And when that kid called Izzy dad

Oh my god

Izzy was freaking out

Beyond happy 

Please he had a smile on his face for a good week after that 

He felt something in his heart that he had never felt before

He never really thought of himself as someone who would have kids

But look at him now

All happy and shit

Depending on what your kid is into Izzy’s always up for whatever

He’ll throw a football around

Or attend a tea party

However that one does take time for him to be like normal at

Like the first tea party? Awkward mess.

100% will volunteer to babysit even when you don’t need a sitter 

He’ll try to say it’s so you can relax or work or whatever

But that’s just bs 

I can see him bringing you guys along on tour with him

Maybe not for the whole thing but a show or two every couple of months

And just watching you two from the stage 

Travel dad.

I stg he loves to see the world with you guys

Going to attraction locations

And taking pictures together

If you aren’t with him while on tour I can see him calling you to talk to you but before he hangs up he asks if he can talk them real quick as well

Also maybe bringing home a stuffed animal or something for them

Idk what to tell you honestly

Looks cold

But he’s a softie

But really he just really tries to make you guys be a family

Especially if the kids dad isn’t in the picture

Like he wasn’t too sure at first 

But after some time your kid won his heart and he wanted to be that father figure for them.

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[samiwife]

Hi friend

Could I ask you for a Izzy Stradlin Headcanons and Preferences pretty please ?

YES OFC <3 We love our little Izzy <3 Thanks 4 the request <3

Headcanons and Preferences 𓆩⟡𓆪 (Ft: Izzy Stradlin)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Sex addict

Rough but sweet

Loves you no matter what

Gives you the princess treatment 24/7

Has a resting bitch face

Acts like he doesn't care but he really does

Gets sad when you don't ask how his day is

Loves ass and titties

Has a gorgeous voice when singing

Deep voice when he wakes up

SO HOT WHEN HE WEAR HIS COLLAR IS OPEN

You leave lipstick stains on his white shirts

HICKEYS EVERYWHERE

Gets jealous easily

Rough sex when he's angry

Loves it when you or he degrades you during sex

HE IS KINKY ASF

Has strong ass hands

Sometimes Izzy chokes you during sex

No matter how rough he is, he always makes you comfortable

Amazing aftercare

HAS A HUGE FUCKING DICK

Looks so peaceful while sleeping

STRONG ASS FUCK

Women would kill to fuck him

He is always loyal to you

Calls you by sweet pet names like "princess" and "babydoll"

Has a new hobby every week

Owns an apple tree for some reason

Drinks 24/7

Smells like alcohol and cologne

Quiet sometimes but he is very smart

He could talk for hours

Sometimes borrows your eyeliner

Has the cutest smile

Would be a good father

Pouts a lot

Thinks he looks cool but he looks kinda dorky

Sometimes his tough exterior turns cute

Loves to skateboard but he always gets hurts

Always has headaches

Always use alcohol or cigarettes to cure them

HIS NOSE RING IS SO HOT

Burps randomly to annoy you

Loves cats and dogs equally

Always cries silently

He is emotionally silent

His fashion always changes but it always looks good

Loves his friends but never hangs out with them

Has the prettiest eyelashes

You style his hair in funny ways

Has the perfect face to practice makeup

Lastly, he could talk to you for hours and he always opens up to you no matter how angry or sad he is. He's usually a quiet and introverted person but with you he feels he doesn't need to hide himself.

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[petals-and-bullets]

Mr Jewel

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Word Count: 1441

Info: Mr Jewel was like the Boogeyman – the story parents would tell their kids when they were misbehaving to convince them to stop acting up. Only this time, Mr Jewel was the story the cops would tell the criminals – or rather, what the employees would tell the businessmen so they’d start paying them decently, or something. And one fateful night, you were forced to meet the Boogeyman.

It was always raining in the city. It wasn’t exactly the nicest experience, but it mattered little to the pair of men stood in the alleyway, the only light being the lit ends of their cigarettes whenever they took a drag, sheltered under the safety of a hanging awning from the store beside them.

After a few moments, one of the men reached into his pocket and with little reaction shot his partner, watching his body crumble and collapse to the floor before he lazily flicked away the remains of his cigarettes and stuffed his pistol back into the pocket of his coat and hunched his shoulders to his ears before he adjusted his cap and walked into the night, vanishing into the shadows with little noise.

It wouldn’t be until the next morning, when the sun’s rays began to lick the pavement, that the body of one of the most influential businessmen of the city would be found.

You hated the nightshift. It was pretty much almost always cold, it was almost certainly raining, and you didn’t want to talk about the subtle rise in murder-robberies that had begun to loom over the city like a thick fog. And you refused to believe the rumours of the mysterious Mr Jewel, who had suddenly gained infamy despite being a mere story. He was like the Boogeyman – the story parents would tell their kids when they were misbehaving to convince them to stop acting up. Only this time, Mr Jewel was the story the cops would tell the criminals – or rather, what the employees would tell the businessmen so they’d start paying them decently, or something.

“See you soon, Bob,” you called out as you grabbed your coat from the shitty hook that looked like if anything heavier than the light jacket you wore would be put on it, it would fall off the wall, and probably bring the rest of the wall down with it. Bob’s Diner wasn’t the cleanest – or most maintained diner in the city – but it paid a decent wage and Bob, the overweight owner and self-proclaimed master chef, made sure you and the others under his employ were kept safe and out of bother. The man didn’t take anything for an excuse if there was trouble, and there was a long list of names who had been banned from even showing their face in the diner because they’d made one of the waiters or waitresses uncomfortable.

You smiled at the grunted goodbye before you stepped out into the cool wind, wrapping your jacket further around yourself as you began your trek down the road. A few lone cars drove past, but you didn’t pay any heed to them. Everyone had places to be or things to do, just like yourself, and yet there was something that made you slow your pace as you walked past the alley, squinting into the dark curiously. After a moment, you dared to take a few steps into the darkness, your ears taking note of every noise that echoed in between the buildings that surrounded you, though you froze at the sound of low voices. Daring to glance back at the entrance to the alley, you eventually swallowed and continued your advance forward, only to stumble a little and stop when you realised just what you had walked into.

In front of you, their faces illuminated by the lit ends of their cigarettes, were two men. One of them, his eyes glinting in the shadows as he turned to face you, raised one hand, the bracelets hanging off his wrist jangling and shining in the dim lights that barely allowed you to see the features of his face. Your gaze trailed from his dark eyes and down to his hand, where you froze with the realisation that he was aiming a gun at you. Your mouth opened and closed wordlessly like a fish, as you tried to find the words to say something, anything to him.

Without blinking, he turned and fired his gun at his companion, and you couldn’t help but shriek as ethe other man’s body crumpled and he collapsed. When you realised the other man had turned his gaze back to you, you immediately jumped back and stumbled over your own feet as you tried to think of something, anything, to say to him, if anything to save your own life. Eventually, your back hit the wall and you unconsciously looked towards the man, stifling a whimper as he stalked towards you. Gloved fingers took a hold of your chin and guided you to look at him, and your eyes widened as you realised that the stories you had heard weren’t just fake stories – they were real.

Mr Jewel was real, and he was stood right in front of you.

“Hello, darling,” he muttered, his voice surprisingly soft, before he guided you to turn your head this way and that. He quirked a brow, his lips curling into a soft smirk as he continued to investigate your face – the way your eyes widened, the way your lower lip trembled, either from fear or from the cold, he didn’t care to guess which was the answer.

“What do you want?” You shot back, your breath condensing into a puff of air that floated between you, dissipating between you before he leaned in, his own breath warming your cheeks and the bridge of your nose. The scent of cigarette smoke and coffee filled your nose, and you scrunched it slightly as your brain scrambled to remember where you had smelled it before; where you had seen that jawline for. His sunglasses, despite it being dark, hid his eyes from you, and your eyes widened in realisation when his hand rose to push them down the bridge of the distinct nose, his lips curling into a smile you knew far too well.

“Izzy?” You forced out, your eyes widening in horror as you realised that your boyfriend – the man who had previously held you close and stroked your hair and comforted you after you had a nightmare about Mr Jewel – was Mr Jewel himself. Your stomach twisted, forming tight knots as you struggled to maintain your calm as he tilted his head in acknowledgement, his hand sliding down your arm to firmly grasp your hand in his.

“The one and the same. Now, we should really be off,” he muttered, before he pulled you out of the alley and into the cold night, his steps brisk and his eyes alert, like a cat on the prowl for another creature that might impose upon its territory. Too stunned to say anything, you stumbled alongside him until he reached the low seated body of his car, opening the door for you.

“Ever the gentleman,” you muttered, before you clambered in at the warning glance he gave you. After another glance around, he walked to the driver’s side and slid in, before he calmly started the car and drove down the poorly lighted streets, one hand expertly retrieving a cigarette from his pocket before he lit it with his lighter. You watched him from your spot in the front seat, hugging your knees as you considered your next steps, before you opened your mouth.

“You know, what? No. What the fuck, Izzy?”

The only response you really got was a quirked brow, before he sighed and glanced at you, dark eyes peering over the rim of his sunglasses. That bloody look made you grit your teeth, and you crossed your arms and slumped back into your seat with a huff.

“And now you’re acting like a petulant child?” He questioned eventually, before he sighed and pulled over, before he turned to face you, resting an elbow on the steering wheel.

“I’m not acting like anything. I just want an answer on what the fuck is going on. I mean, you’re- You…” You trailed off as you finally looked at him, your anger dissipating as you regarded the man before you, licking your bottom lip.

“Well, you’re smart. You can put two and two together; you figured out who I am.”

“I’m very well aware of that. But I want to know why. Or how.”

“How?”

“Yes, how. How the hell you hid,” you motioned to him, “this from me.”

He sighed and leaned back in his seat, taking another deep drag of his cigarette in thought as he processed what would be the best answer to provide – if anything, to satiate your curiosity, but keep you in the dark to protect you.

“And I want the truth, Iz.”

“Well, darling. You’d best get comfortable, then.”

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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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Guns N Roses Masterlist

Axl Rose x Slash

- I’m going to be at your side : part 1, part 2, part 3 

- No one’s ever done that to me before 

- h/c :Slash helping Axl dealing with flashbacks

-I think I wanna marry you ( 2019! Slaxl)

-We are married now! ( 2019! Slaxl)

- A white lie for a honeymoon ( Current! Slaxl)

- School sucks but you don’t( Slaxl Highschool AU) : part1 , part 2, part 3

- Stolen Kisses

- Slash’s family finds out he’s dating Axl ( request)

- Slaxl adopting a baby ( request)

- November Rain Slaxl ( request)

 Axl Rose x reader

-Was a time when I wasn't sure but you set my mind at ease

-Can I braid your hair?

-I never wanted you to die

-You’re my everything ( Axl Rose x Reader)

- Reader scared of lighting ( request)

 Izzy Stradlin x reader

- Introvert is punk rock 

-Hidden in a corner of a backstage

 Duff Mckagan x reader

- No crying on your birthday

 Full Band Headcanons/Fanfiction

 -Guns N’Roses when they discover that their girlfriend is bisexual

- Guns N’Roses when they discover that their boyfriend/partner is bisexual

- Happy Birthday, Stevie ! 

- Happy Birthday Axl

 - 60 candles to blow for Izzy

- An unsual birthday gift ( Steven Adler)

- Happy birthday Slash!

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please send stuff into my inbox as well, i would love to write off of your guy's requests (would add more tags but i reached my limit, if u see this read my pinned for who i write for and what i will not write)

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