#izzy stradlin the things you fucking do to me

[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.

#izzy stradlin #guns n roses #izzy stradlin x reader #fan fiction

[th0rns-n-r0ses]

I NEED IZZY WHIMPERING AND BEGGING AFTER HE GOT CAUGHT MASTURBATING TO A PICTURE OF Y/N PLEASE

(s)he goes down ~

izzy stradlin ~ 588 words ~ androgynous reader ~ smut ~

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You come home from a long day at work. The sun’s already set, and it’s dark out. With a groan, you toss down your things on the bench in the foyer. Normally, your boyfriend Izzy would be waiting on the couch for you, watching movies. But tonight he isn’t.

“Iz? Where are ya?” You grumble, looking for him as you toss your shoes aside. The fatigue is getting to you, and all you wanna do right now is aggressively make out with that man. But he’s not here.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You march around the house, looking for Izzy. But he’s nowhere to be found. However, as soon as you go upstairs, moans and groans can be heard from your bedroom. Having heard those sounds many times before, you know Izzy’s getting it off. Struck with anger at the thought of Izzy potentially cheating on you, you storm over to the room and open the door.

Izzy is sitting on the edge of the bed, his cock in one hand and a Polaroid of you in the other. He stares at you with wide eyes and a gaping jaw as you stare back.

“It- I- I-” Izzy stammers, looking back and forth between you and the picture. Relieved by the thought of him not laying with someone else, you relax a bit. But you can’t help but feel turned on by the thought of him being so needy for you.

“Couldn’t wait just a little longer, hmm?” You walk over to him and put your hands on his shoulders, letting your fingers trail down his arms.

“I- I-” He stutters, his face flushed red as he looks at you. You push him down on the bed, making him lay down. Izzy whimpers and looks down at you, as you tower over him.

“So needy for me.” You move your body down, your head between his legs. Izzy lets out a little moan as he sees you there, his face flushed and sweating.

“Please, baby- Please, I need you..” He says in such a submissive tone that it turns you on more than you were before. Your mouth right at his cock, you kiss the tip of it, which makes his toes curl and leg muscles tighten.

“Oh my God, please-” He moans, squirming around a little. You grab his thighs tightly and hold them as you begin to put his cock into your mouth. He groans and his back arches a little, his body sweating and his face hot. Izzy stares at the ceiling, gasping and panting as you move your head back and forth while going down on him. Your tongue swirls around the tip, causing him to grip the sheets tightly as he swears and begs for you.

With the action of moving your head faster, he moans loudly and his hips jolt up a little, his dick shoved deeper into your throat, making you gag a little. You moan a little which causes him to groan back in response. From the look on his face, you can certainly see that he’s getting pushed closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh God, I’m- I’m-” Izzy whimpers as his body thrashes a bit, his jaw clenched as he moans again. Alerted with one last loud moan, you feel his cum shoot into your mouth, the salty taste coating your tongue.

You pull away, spit can cum dripping off his dick. He looks up at you with amazement and satisfaction, letting out one last whimper as you swallow.

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#guns n roses #hard rock #80s music #80s rock #glam rock #guns n roses smut #izzy stradlin #izzy stradlin smut #ir0nr0se

[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

#caspersspook #axl rose x reader #izzy stradlin x reader #slash x reader #dave mustaine x reader #steven adler x reader #duff mckagan x reader #nikki sixx x reader #vince neil x reader #tommy lee x reader #mick mars x reader #gnr #izzy gnr #slash gnr #axl rose #motley crue #izzy stradlin fanfiction #izzy stradlin smut #axl rose smut #mick mars smut #vince neil smut #nikki sixx smut #tommy lee smut #you get the idea

[prettyjunk]

dating hc for izzy!!

izzy stradlin x reader

sfw headcanons!

sorry i’ve been absent!! :< i’ve been pretty busy lately, trying to focus mostly on my wattpad book (b sure to check that out for me<3) but i do have a couple mini requested fics that are soon to be ready :) so expect that!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧

what is there to say about mr jeffrey dean isbell..

even though he seems like a very quiet, overall gloomy person, he really isn’t like that. izzy has a big personality, he just knows when and where to be the way he truly is.

you discovered this pretty soon into your relationship. he would joke about stuff here and there, using sarcasm every-single-time he spoke to you. as soon as you gained his trust— he unraveled completely.

he’s funny as shit. and this is not only behind closed doors, he usually makes you burst out laughing when you go out as he whispers random comments about prejudgments on people surrounding you both. this is something that you obviously you didn’t expect the first time you met him, and yet it’s one of his biggest features.

izzy’s not really a touchy person, specially in public. he’s not a fan of pda; but he always keeps you close. if you’re not right next to him, he ogles you until you realize where you’re supposed to be.

funny enough— a lot of alcohol does make him clingy.

but only when he’s really really really drunk. to the point where he’s on the verge of blacking out (which is pretty often, actually.) you’d find him falling asleep on a table, and when you check to see if he’s breathing, he holds onto you and doesn’t let go for dear life.

obviously if you mention this the day after, he denies completely. too hurtful for his pride— he has a reputation to keep!

he really enjoys matching with you <3 he buys shirts the same colors of your favorite clothing items, so you guys “unexpectedly” match sometimes.

a sweet detail he does; he writes about you all the time. anything that comes to mind, anywhere and everywhere. tiny fragments written on a unreadable handwriting that sometimes make no sense— but they’re always about you.

izzy writes on napkins, receipts, newspaper edges, ripped out pages that are all around his house. everywhere. he never lets you see them if you ask, but he leaves them all over the place to make sure you do.

he loves having you around. not for a particular reason, he just feels more at ease if you’re there. so there’s no discussion when he goes on tour; you’re either going or you’re going.

even when he was full-on an addict— he didn’t like the idea of you being near drugs. as hypocritical as it sounds, he gets really overprotective when people offer you strong drugs at parties, or suggest you try anything that’s not alcohol or weed. everyone picked at him for doing so; but he knows it’s not right, and he doesn’t want it for you.

big gift giver!! but not in a materialist way, more in a— i saw this and it reminded me of you so i bought it kind of way. so let’s not talk about the enormous amount of jewelry you have.

he prefers staying at home, eating leftovers and talking, than dressing up and going to a restaurant. he doesn’t really enjoy going out like that, saying that it’s a waste of energy, money, and gas. he’s a really simple guy.

izzy’s favorite thing to do is making you blush. he really enjoys embarrassing you in public so your cheeks turn red and you have to look away— and he usually has it so fucking easy. he just needs to whisper little compliment, touch you unexpectedly, kiss your neck, and so on.

he really enjoys traveling with you. specially road-trips, izzy loooooooves road-trips. so weekend getaways happened almost every weekend he wasn’t touring.

and he specially likes poorly planned, cheap little vacations. he likes just making a backpack and going away with you, staying at hostels or camping.

you often find izzy staring at you. and he doesn’t stop when you realize he is— he just really enjoys studying your features, engraving them in his mind. if he was good at painting, be completely confident that he could draw you perfectly from memory.

he’s not really good with spoken reassurance, but he finds his ways to remind you that he loves you. and it’s usually by compliments— not a day goes by where he doesn’t remind you how lovely you look, or how beautiful you are.

and the most important headcanon for me,

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

IZZY STRADLIN ENJOYS BEING THE LITTLE SPOON.

izzy stradlin enjoys being the little spoon.

izzy stradlin enjoys being the little spoon.

izzy stradlin enjoys being the little spoon.

#i could talk about him for hours but i think i said enough #izzy stradlin #izzy stradlin x reader #guns n’ roses #gnr #guns n roses x reader #jeffrey dean isbell

[meegadeeth]

☆ 𝐆𝐍𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 + 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 ☆

people included/mentions; izzy stradlin, slash, duff mckagan, steven adler, axl rose

Whenever Axl does something like makes food for them or prepares something for them, Duff would start playing the Reba theme song.

Ex: Steven groaned from the floor, being hungry. "What's your fuckin' deal?" Axl asked, stepping over Steven. "I'm hungry!" Steven complained. "Make something, then." Axl said. "But I don't wanna.." Steven sighed. "Fine! Does everyone want hotdogs and mac n' cheese?" Axl huffed. "Yeah!" Everyone, but Axl, cheered. Duff laughed lightly to himself, sitting on the counter, before playing the song, "A single mom who works two jobs," The song started. "It's not funny; turn that shit off, Duff," Axl looked at him with motherly eyes, "And get your ass off the counter!"

Izzy, Duff, Slash, and Steven call Axl “mom” when he tell them what to do.

While Axl is yelling at them, Steven will stand behind him and start mocking him.

Ex: "I'm sick and tired of you guys slobbing around the place! I clean stuff so you guys should too!" Axl complained. Steven drew ginger hair on his hand with a pair of eyes and started opening and closing his hand to make it seem like its talking as Axl is. "What are you two laughing at?" Axl asked, annoyed. Slash and Duff covered their mouths, attempting to stifle their laughs.

If Axl's had enough he will actually send them to their room.

Ex: "Steven, clean the stove, please? Duff's been cleaning, the least you can do is help." Axl asked him. Steven huffed before standing up, "Oh my God." He mumbled under his breath. "That's it! I'm done! Go to your fucking room!" Axl yelled at him. Steven just looked at him, Is he actually sending me to my room? Steven wondered. "I'm being serious; don't fucking tempt me, Steven!" Steven quickly got up, a little shocked. Steven sat on his bed, closing the door behind him.

Izzy is the one that is told to remember everything.

Duff feels like he HAS to touch/smack everyones butt. None of their asses are safe.

Ex: it was 4am and Izzy just got home, closing the door behind him. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a leftover slice of pizza. Izzy jumped as he felt a smack to his ass. "Jesus, Duff! You scared the shit out of me!" Izzy sighed into his hands. "My bad. What are ya doin'?" Duff shrugged. "Trying to get food, you fuckin' perv."

Slash always said weird and out of pocket shit when he's arguing (real & playing) with the others.

Ex: Steven nudged Slash with his foot, while laying on the couch. "Fuckin' quit it." Slash mumbled, nudging Steven back. Steven did it again. "One more time and I'm gonna toss your salad. Your choice, man." Slash said. Steven blinked a couple of times, attempting to register what Slash said.

Steven doesn't sleep in his room. He always ends up going to one of the other guys rooms.

When Axl gets mad and goes into his room, Izzy is always the one who has to talk to him; everyone basically ask's him to.

Ex: "I'm done listening to your shit, Duff. Just fuck off." Axl stomped off to his room, slamming the door. "Izzy!" Duff called out. "What?" Izzy came out of his room. "Axl's mad. Fix it, please?" Duff asked the gypsy. Izzy sighed, "I'm on it."

They do the thing where they move someones head forward and say "guk guk" all the time to each other. None of them are safe from it.

Slash walks around like a zombie in the morning. The others don't even try to make conversations with him because he won't remeber it.

Ex: Slash stumbled out of his room after being woken up by Axl. "Hey, man, you want food?" Duff asked. Slash just stood there, closing his eyes. "Uh...Slash?" Duff looked at the curly haired boy weirdly. "Mh?"

"I asked if you wanted food." Duff said. "Sure." Slash mumbled, stumbling into the living room, sitting next to Izzy. "Dude, I thought we were makin' food? You're confusing the shit out of me." Duff said, following Slash into the living room. "You gotta wait at least an hour for anything he does or says to make sense. He's still out of it." Izzy commented as he watched tv.

They fight over the tv remote quite a bit.

There is no privacy what so ever and no ones cares. Axl's in the shower? Well Slash it also taking a shit. Duff's pissing? Well Izzy's also brushing his teeth. Axl's doing his hair in the mirror? Steven's shaving his face in the mirror too.

Steven drums everywhere. On walls, furniture, himself, other humans, etc.

Whenever the house gets too loud, Izzy dips for a while, but comes back with stuff for the other guys.

Steven gives out random gifts he made or found to the guys.

Ex: Izzy walked out of his bedroom, sitting at the kitchen table with Axl. "How'd you sleep?" The ginger asked. "Okay, I guess." Izzy shrugged leaning his head on Axl's shoulder. "Izz, this is for you." Steven's happy voice went through the room. Izzy turned to see the object placed in front of him. "Uh..Steven, its a rock?" Izzy said, confused. Axl couldn't help but laugh. "I know. I found it yesterday and it reminded me of you." Steven shrugged, smiling.

No one can cook actual meals. They usually order (rarely) or have sandwiches, toast, ramen, or poptarts.

They call each other gay in out of context sentences that would seem gay.

Sometimes Axl will force Izzy into the shower after its been too long.

#guns n roses #gnrforever #rock n roll #wattpad #izzy stradlin #axl rose #duff mckagan #steven adler #slash #slash gnr #steven gnr #izzy gnr #axl gnr #duff gnr #headcannons #drabbles

[cliffburtonscig]

Quiet

pairing: Izzy Stradlin x fem!reader

warnings: p in v sex, tease!izzy, they have to be quiet

requested by: @jakelinestradlin

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pulling up at your childhood house, you were excited for izzy to see your old room and how you grew up. izzy was just as excited, flowers in hand for your mother, and all the football knowledge for your dad.

"you'll be fine, iz." you reassured him, smiling at him softly. he let out an exasperating sigh and smiled weakly back, "i know, i'm just scared they aren't going to like me." he hasn't met them yet, because they can be rude and annoying, to you at least.

"they'll love you, izzy," you grabbed his hand, "they just have to get used to you, they are still mean to me," you giggled, he smiled at that.

you and izzy have been dating for about four months, he was completely infatuated with you. he didn't want to go nowhere without you, he didn't look at anyone but you, the boys called him "whipped" but he didn't care.

"let's go, baby." he stated, getting out of the car and running around to open the door for you, holding your hand to help you out of his car.

your parents were waiting for you both at their porch, with fake smiles on their faces, you grimaced at the scene that was about to unfold. "hi guys." you said, letting go of izzy and hugging your parents. izzy went after you, giving your mom the flowers, which she smiled at. he shook your dad's hand and then moved back to stand next to you.

later on, you and izzy were at the dinner table with your parents, the meeting has been going well. izzy was a doll to your parents, if only they knew.

izzy had his hand on your thigh, innocently, just wanted to feel you because you made him calmer. your mom was talking to you about your job, and izzy was talking to your dad about his next tour. "i like your band izzy but I don't like how your lead singer acts." your dad told izzy. "he can be a handful and like to do crazy things but he's a sweethart." you answered for izzy.

izzy stared at you with jealousy. How could you say axl rose was a sweethart? "oh, you've met them, babygirl?" your mom asks. "she went on tour with us around the east coast, it was very fun." izzy said with his jaw clenched but your parents couldn't tell.

you looked at him with a questioning look, he just looked the other way, the hand on your thigh was squeezing the inside of your thigh now. you jumped, "uh, thank you for dinner mom, we need to be going?" you squeaked.

izzy chuckled, "but i wanted to see your room, baby." your mom was delighted that he wanted to see your childhood room.

you were in your childhood room in less than 2 minutes. izzy was looking around your walls and your desk while you sat on the bed, watching him. "you liked the doors?" izzy asked while looking back at you. "loved them, they were better than elvis presley and the beatles." you smiled at him.

"what wrong, iz? you've barely looked at me since dinner." you sighed, looking up at him at your desk. he just shrugged, "i don't know, you tell me, why is axl rose such a sweethart?" he said menacingly.

"that's what this is about? because i called him a sweethart? he is, to me at least." you snapped back.

izzy just looked at you like you were the funniest person on earth. "can axl treat you like I do?" he said in a quiet voice, you were in shock, staring at him with your mouth open. " wha-"

"can he make your parents laugh like I do? can he be a good boyfriend like i can? can he fuck you like I can, baby?" he stated, walking closer to you every time he said a question until he was right in front of you, looking down on you.

"baby" he said, caressing his hand against your cheek, "i'm gonna fuck you right here, right now, and you are going to take it."

"but-" you started, "no buts, I am going to fuck you." izzy smirked, unbuckling his belt in front of your face. his pulled his cock out, he was already hard from earlier. you opened your mouth, ready to suck his cock.

"no baby, you're gonna watch me until i get to fuck that sweet little pussy." he pushed your face away a little. gripping his cock, he started to move his hand up and down. grunting a little, "god baby, wanna be in that pussy."

after a few minutes of torture for you and him, he finally stopped. "lay back baby." following his orders, he watched you lay back on your bed, with your legs handing off the side. he unbuttoned your jeans, pulling them down your long pretty legs along with your underwear.

"gotta make this quick baby, don't want your parents to know how much of a slut you are for me. do we sweetie?" he smirked, slowing pushing in your cunt. "oh god, izzy!" you said loudly, forgetting where you were. he put a hand over your mouth, "gotta be quiet for me baby."

"are you kids ok up there?" your mother yelled from downstairs. your eyes widened, you tried to push izzy away, but he refused. "we're fine, ma'am, y/n stubbed her toe but she's fine." he said, pushing deeper into your pussy while still covering your mouth.

you felt like you could feel him in your stomach, he started a fast pace that would satisfy you both. "my pretty girl, being all quiet for me." he smiled down at you, still going a pretty good pace, careful not to move your bed to hard so it wouldn't make noise.

"i'm gonna cum baby, g-gonna cum in your pussy." his hips stuttered, he grabbed at your hips, taking his hand off your mouth to keep you quiet. he groaned when he came inside you.

he quickly kissed you and pulled your pants up, along with his pants. buckling his belt, he helped you sit up on your bed. "iz, what about me? I didn't cum," you whined at him.

"you aren't allowed to cum because of what you said about axl," he frowned down at you. "b-but-" you whined again. "but nothing baby, i'll let you cum when you apologize and suck my dick," he said.

you dropped to your knees quickly, going for his belt. "i meant at home baby, now come on. let's go tell your parents bye." you smiled, getting up quickly and gave izzy a quick peck on the lips.

#izzy stradlin #izzy stradlin smut #guns n roses smut #guns n roses

[he-goes-down]

Hi, would you be ok writing a 3some with Izzy and Julian Casablancas from the Strokes ? Smut, I would really love it!

IDK WHO JULIAN IS BUT SURE 🫶🫶🫶🫶

I’m always up for writing about new people🫶

Masterlist

Reptile -smut

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x reader x Julian Casablancas

Warnings: threesome, oral M! Receiving, fingering, unprotected p in v , oral F! Receiving, slight degrading/ slight praise, hand job

Second person POV:

You were on tour as a roadie for your ex’s band, it wasn’t that bad that he was your ex, you were still friends with Julian. But god knowing what that body could do and how it could make your weak to your knees was eating away at you. This wasn’t your first time being a roadie for a band, hell or even having an ex in a band, you used to work for Guns ‘n Rose’s back in their Use Your Illusion album makings. You dated Izzy before he left to go down his own bath with the Ju-Ju Hounds. Looking back you really do have a type for dark haired boys.

You were now touring in old familiar LA, having a lot of time to kill as the next show was only in a few days. Walking down streets you remember well, when you used to be with Izzy. After what was maybe a an hour or two of wondering around you went back to the tour bus to go check on Julian and the others. Walking up the steps to the tour bus in your short leather jeans and a tight band shirt, you heard Julian laughing and chuckling from a mile away, with someone else who was familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Entering the bus Julian immediately looked at you and smiled, he was sitting by the couch with someone else but your couldn’t see them as their back was turned and the couch was snuck in between the make shift walls of the bus. “Oh shit Y/N! Come here!” Julian said as he waved for you to come over. “Look who I picked up.” He said smuggly directing you to avert your gaze at the person in-front of him. Izzy. “Hey babe, I haven’t seen you in a while…” Izzy smirked his eyes scanning you under his dark sunglasses. His one hand finding your hip and greeting you with a squeeze of the skin. You blushed hard, missed his voice and his touch.

Soon after a light chat, you were sitting on the couch between the two men, having a more in-depth chat, but slipping in a joke or two. Soon you were drinking with them, laughing and giggling over past time stories. Julian was telling a story about when you and him went to the beach, his arm slumped across your shoulders on the top of the couch. You were listening intently, your drunkenness leading you too start starring at his lips and your mind wondering to a darker place. You clenched your thighs together, bitting the inside of your cheek as you imagined him doing things to your body. You were quickly taken out of it as you felt Izzy’s hand snake onto your thigh. His fingers digging for space between your thighs and separating them with ease and just one finger. His hand lingered there, his expression not changing, seeming so innocent, but he was looking you up and down with lust in his eyes under those sunglasses. Julian noticed your visible blush and Izzy’s hand. Jealousy. His hand now coming off the couch to play with the ends of your hair from your shoulder, and with his other hand trailing to your vacant thigh. God you were a wet mess down there, fuck. Julian gave your thigh a squeeze. Code for: ‘pay attention to me’. You tried hard to ignore the handsy men and listen to Julians story. Izzy grit his teeth, he wanted you to melt at his touch and give him all the attention. You were regardless, you were just using all your strength to not seem like it.

The conversation strayed to less and less serious as it got darker outside as the glasses got emptier and as the two dark haired mens hands trailed further up your thigh and shifted closer to you. “ I must say, you definitely do have a type.” Izzy said with a chuckle. You quirked an eyebrow at the sudden change of topic. “Yeah, you do, me and Izzy are literally twins but older!” Julian exclaimed. You rolled your eyes as they started making small suggestive jokes, not enough to make your stomach turn though. “So… who’s your favourite?” Julian asked smugly. Both of the men watching you impatiently waiting for an answer. You didn’t have a favourite, even if you did you wouldn’t tell them. “You’re both my favourite in different ways.” You answered, rolling your eyes as you took a sip of your drink. “What ways?” Julian perked. “In bed probably.” Izzy said sipping his drink as well. “So who’s better in bed then babe?” Julian asked, his face drawing closer to you. His eyes scanning from your eyes to your lips. “Yeah, who baby…?” Izzy repeated slowly, his hand starting to come off your thigh and lightly press against the crotch if your leather shorts. You let out a small soft gasp at the action. You tried to laugh to laugh it off, but they were serious. You missed the feeling of them touching you like this. “It’s been too long, I can’t say.” You told them. “Well then… maybe we can refresh your memory…” Julian said, placing his one hand on your cheek and caressed it as he looked into your eyes. “If you want us too…” Izzy said, retracting his hand from your clothed heat slowly. You whined at the now empty feeling. You wanted them more than anything. You nodded in response. “Use your words baby.” Julian said. You swallowed hard. “Please.” You sighed. “Please what?” Izzy chimed in. “I want both of you to fuck me. Now.” You confessed with lust in your voice. That was all they need to hear to get their gears grinding.

You were taken to Julians bedroom on the bus, which was just a small closet like room with a mattress filling all of it. Izzy threw you on the bed and started to shed his clothes. Julian had already stripped off his shirt on your way to the room so he began to take off your clothes. Taking off your shirt, kissing your neck, sliding his hand to unbutton your leather shorts, rubbing against the fabric restricting him from your pussy. Pulling off the shorts and finally getting to tease you as he pulled your panties down at an excruciatingly slow pace. You whined for him to hurry up as your body was aching for friction. “Fuck I missed those sounds you make.” He in a low voice and kissed you harshly, biting your bottom lip and sticking his tongue in your mouth, making out half naked on his bed. You opened your eyes to look at what Izzy was doing, he had just finished throwing most of his clothes on the floor except his underwear. You starred at his hard on and hot body whilst lightly moaning into Julian’s mouth as his hard dick under his jeans pressed against your clit. Izzy noticed your wandering eyes and pleading noises. He gave you a wink and your face burned hot. This man could make you weak so fast.

Your positions changed soon enough, ad Julian had to shed down his jeans. Izzy on the other hand was whispering dirty things in your ear, his hand snaking under your panties, one finger trailing to your folds and slipping in, pushing it until your slick ran down his knuckle. He took it out and rubbed your own wet on your clit. You gasped and moaned as you held onto his neck for dear life. “You always liked it when I did that. Little slut.” He whispered a low groan in your ear, as he inserted two fingers in your and continued to rub your clit with his thumb. He curled his fingers in you, making your body jolt and your lower stomach burn with pleasure. “Oh baby, I didn’t know you liked to be called names?” Julian said as he crawled over next to you. He played your hair, watching your face burn hot from Izzy finger fucking you. Watching intently, his dick getting harder at each moan you expelled. You arched your back, your eyes clenched shut, your mouth slightly a gape. Julian and Izzy knew this facial expression well, and it turned them on a lot more knowing you’re going to reach your peak soon. Izzy sucked and left hickeys on your neck as he continued to brutally fuck your wet cunt with his two fingers. “Fuck- I’m gonna-…” you gasped. “We know baby.” Julian said as he kissed you on the cheek. “Cum for us.” He finished. You moaned loudly and your legs shook. Izzy held one of them down to the bed by your thighs and Julian did the same with the other. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You chanted and whined. Your pussy burning in hot ecstasy as you were near your climax. “Izzy, please don’t stop…” you groaned right before you came all over Izzy’s hand. “You are such a pretty slut after you cum.” Julian said, holding you cheek softly as you rode down from your high, panting. Izzy took his fingers out of you, licking off your wetness. That action made you somehow wetter. “Good job baby.” He praised as he kissed you.

“Seems like you do have a favourite.” Julian said, referencing you moaning out Izzy’s name. You cheekily responded that he didn’t do anything in that moment to make you cum. He perked an eyebrow, taking it as a challenge. He pulled down your soaked panties, throwing it god knows where and started the lap up your wetness with his tongue. You clutched onto his hair with one hand, pulling as you gasped and groaned as he licked your overstimulated cunt. You looked over to Izzy as he pulled off his boxers, about to start jerking himself off. You stopped him and replaced his hand with yours. You gripped his dick as Julian began to work his tongue on your clit and trail off to go in your pussy. You began to pump Izzy’s dick, moaning and whining at the feeling if Julian eating you out. “Fuck… Julian…” you moaned. Your pussy was already so sensitive that you could cum at an sudden movement. You continued to move your hand up and down Izzy’s big hard dick, his head flinging back in pleasure, groaning as your pleased him. Julian grabbed your legs and pulled your pussy closer to his face, eating you out like an animal. Your hands clutched hard on Izzy’s dick and the other in between Julians soft hair. You and Izzy were both close as your privates throbbed. You moaned louder and louder until your reached your sweet release again, still pumping Izzy, but your hand faltering as you came over Julians mouth. Mumbling Julians name as you came down your second high and as Izzy’s cum spilled over your hand.

After having a small rest with Izzy and Julian before going for another round. You still needed more. You wanted them to be in you. Glancing at their hard dicks, nearly drooling. “Do you want to say something baby?” Julian asked noticing your gaze. You blushed in embarrassment. “You want something don’t you honey.” Izzy chimed in. You didn’t say anything but the way you stayed quiet said everything. “ You are such a dirty whore.” Izzy said to you before motioning for you to sit on his lap. You crawled over to him, first facing him, but he turned you around and you sat in his lap. His raw dick pressing against your cunt. Both of the men loved teasing you, and got off from it. They loved to make you beg. “Izzy please.” You pleaded for him to put his dick in your needy pussy. His tip grazed your folds, near your entrance, pushing into you slowly as he held onto your hips. You whined at the feeling of him stretching you out while he filled your pussy. You moaned and panted when he all the way in, resting as you hadn’t him like this with you in a while. Izzy kissed your necked and looked forward to Julian who was watching you moan on Izzy’s dick. “And what about poor Julian, huh baby?” Izzy whispered. You looked at Julian but he was already looking you. You called him over with your eyes, and he moved closer to you. You moved off Izzy’s lap but Izzy’s followed your movements and kept his dick in you. You were now on your knees, Izzy behind you ready to rail you till you couldn’t walk. You stretched your back down like a cat and put your hands on Julians thighs and licked his dick from base to top slowly. He groaned in and cussed in pleasure as you began to take his whole length in your mouth.

“Mmm, fucking whore. You like having two dicks in you, don’t ya?” Izzy said as he held onto your gips and thrusted into your g-spot, making your body move and deep throat Julian. “Fuck, you take us so well…” Julian groaned as he fisted your hair and flung his head back as you gagged on his dick. “Such a good girl…” Izzy let out a low groan as he snapped his hips back into you hard and the slaps began to echo in the small room. You moaned at his words, sending vibrations through Julians dick and making him hold your hair tighter and push your head down onto him. Tears began to prick your eyes, you were on cloud nine. You would always get so turned listening to Julian as you sucked him off, being completely defenseless to you. Izzy fucking your pussy like there’s no tomorrow, thinking about how his dick is so desperate for your pussy could make you cum right there. Both these men were helpless when it came to you. “Shit- Fuck-“ Izzy cursed as his dick began to twitch in you and his thrusts became uneven. You moaned harder as he really dug harder into your g spot, fuck you were gonna cum again. Your legs shook under Izzy’s hands. “Our little slut is gonna cum again soon, isn’t she.” Izzy said moaning ad he was nearly gonna cum too. Julian was too as he held your head down and twitched in your mouth, thrusting his hips up, face fucking you. Your body was so sensitive for all the past orgasms that you felt like your could past put when your third one of the night came. Cumming all over Izzy’s dick and moaning on Julians. “Fuck baby- I’m gonna-“ and with that Julian spilled all in your mouth and down your throat, you swallowed it all whilst looking up at Julian who’s face was red and his hair was disheveled. Not that yours was worse. He could have cum right there again as he watched you swallow his load. “Such a good girl…” he caressed your cheek and praised you. Izzy was close aswell, without Julian in your mouth now he could hear your moan as he pummelled your pussy. “Fuck- scream for me baby- yes…” He said thrusting his last thrust into you, you moaning as loud as you could, and he finally came in you. Shooting his hot cum in you, coating your walls. After a few seconds of panting and heavy breathing he pulled out and watched as the cum dripped down your legs.

“Our precious whore.”

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Hi, I have another idea, inspired by the song Rocket Queen

what if Izzy and the reader were trying to record their audio for the music?

Rocket Queen

Izzy Stradlin X Reader

A/n: Omg! Thank you everyone for your requests and all the follows and likes, it means the world to me. I hope you enjoy this🩷 Also, I love this song(still pissed off w Axl and Adriana tho bcos popcorn for life🍿).

Word count: 823

Warnings: Smut(unprotected p in v(Protect your lightsaber!)), breast play, Oral(F!receiving), fingering and swearing.

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"Hi, gorgeous. Would you mind coming to the studio after you've finished work?" Izzy asked over the phone. "Yeah, is everything okay?" I replied. "Everything is good but we need your help and opinion on something." he said. I could hear Axl and Slash giggling like little bitches in the background. "That's fine. What's up with gingerbread and mop man?" I asked. "They're just being weird." he replied. "I've got to go." I said. "Okay, see you later, princess." he said. "See you later."I replied and out the phone back on the receiver.

"Anna, I'm leaving now." I said to my boss. "Okay, see you on Monday." she smiled, her smile lines appearing. "See you Monday." I waved.

I headed straight for the studio with two things on my mind. One, my heels are killing me. Two, why do they want me at the studio?

"I'm here." I grinned as I entered the studio, seeing the guys talking to each other. "There she is." Izzy said, walking over to me and squeezing me in a hug. "We've got to make this quick because these heels are fucking my feet up." I grumbled. "Oh, it'll be quick alright." Axl said, making Izzy slap his arm. "What?" I asked. "Listen to this song and let me know if you think anything is missing." Axl replied, putting a pair of headphones over my ears.

He pressed play and the song that I was told was 'Rocket Queen' started playing. Now, in my opinion, it sounded great but it was missing something but I had no idea what.

"It is missing something." I said once the song ended. "That's why we were thinking some female vocals." Slash said. "I can't sing." I laughed, slightly awkwardly. "We meant that maybe some female... uh, moans." Izzy replied. "I'm not faking an orgasm." I said. "That's w-". "I'm also not having sex in front of you lot." I said, flatly. "Please, Y/n. We won't watch, we'll have a cigarette outside." Axl begged. "I get Izzy right? It's not a masturbation thing?" I asked, looking at Izzy. "You can have Izzy," Slash said. "Fine. But no one will hear about this or I will bury you where no one can find you." I groaned. "Just let us know when you're done." Axl smirked. They all headed out and I pressed record and grabbed Izzy's hand and went into the recording room.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He said. "Yes. I need this after today." I replied, kissing him. He walked me over to a couch in the middle of the room which I decided not to question. He took my heels, tights and panties off and bunched my skirt around my waist. He suckled my clit into his mouth, making me moan out in pleasure. "Fuck." I whimpered out, lacing my fingers through his hair. He circled two fingers around my entrance and then pushed them in, eliciting a lewd moan. He pumped his fingers in and out of me while working on my clit with his mouth and lips. Pornographic moans left my mouth as I pulled on his dark strands. He pressed a kiss to my swollen clit before standing up and removing his shirt and belt and pulling his pants down. I whimpered at the loss of contact, getting needy for his cock as I saw it spring free from his leather pants. He pumped himself a few times, spreading his precum over his swollen tip.

He sat down next to me on the sofa and pulled me onto his lap, lining himself up with my entrance. He thrusted up into me, making me scream and dig my nails into his shoulders. He pulled me in for a deep and heated kiss as I moaned into his mouth. He moved one of his hands down to my swollen nub, rubbing furious circles as I moaned loudly. Desperate for some extra stimulation, I moved one of my hands from Izzy's shoulder to my breast, kneading the flesh and toying with my nipple. He swatted my hand away and attached his swollen lips to my nipple, sucking it into my mouth. "G-god." I rasped as I felt my climax nearing. Izzy continued his circles on my clit as his thrusts got sloppier as he twitched against my g-spot. I looked into his eyes as he took his mouth off my breast. "I'm gonna- fuck." I gasped. Izzy just nodded his head, acknowledging my orgasm. I came around him, a mix of profanities fell out my mouth soon followed by him burying his cum deep inside me.

We rode out our orgasms before he kissed me and lifted me off his lap. "Let's hope Axl is happy with that." He panted, rubbing my thigh. "If not, I'm always happy to re-record." I said, nuzzling up to his arm. "As am I." He laughed.

[thesmokingguns]

Darling Nikki Part 1 of 2

Featuring: Reader x Kelly Nickels, Reader x Izzy Stradlin

Minors DNI 18+ 

A/n: I have edited and rewrote this a bit. Just minor changes but I hope you enjoy

Reader POV

Halloween was my favorite holiday. I love recreating myself in different outfits, being this character and deciding who I wanted to be an hour before becoming it. There was freedom in shapeshifting and I loved the anonymity of the character I chose to be.

Maybe because everyone in Hollywood knew who I was, it made the holiday more exciting for me. I liked transforming from Izzy’s girl into Poison Ivy or a devil. I liked it even more now that Izzy and I were on a break and separated by an Ocean as he toured Europe and I could channel all of my anger at him into the creativity of a costume. I would sex it up, push boundaries and be the sex symbol I wanted to be.

It was like a light switch. On and Off. On and Off. All of it coming out on a bill that was expensive on my soul but I was not going to let that fucker ruin my Halloween night. Not this year. This year he had flicked the switch off and I wasn’t going to even try to switch it on again.

I adjusted the nurse's hat on my head, popping my bubble gum in my mouth and doing a slow turn, pulling up my shorts in the back to expose the bottom rounding of my ass. The sound of the phone ringing made me turn away from the reflection I was staring at, back to the reality of my life.

Staring, waiting, as I gulped knowing exactly who was on the other end of that line and knowing that I sure as shit was not going to be picking it up and giving him the sense of satisfaction to find me home on Halloween night. I wanted his stomach to twist knowing I was doing all of the things he didn't want me to be doing. It was petty and it was a false sense of control but fuck him.

I hoped he was thinking of me under someone else. I hope he thought of tasting me and getting the taste of someone else’s cum. If he wanted to fight with me, if he wanted to break up when he was in another continent doing god knows what, let him suffer.

“Hey my beautiful girl, I know we had a really bad fight and I said some things that…uhh…cmon Y/N please answer the phone and we can talk. I’m going to fly home early because I don’t want to break up again. I want to-“

“If you didn’t want to break up with me.” I said, picking up the phone and interrupting him, “You shouldn’t have thrown a hissy fit about having needs and demanding I fly out and finish the tour with you. But you did and now I have needs, Iz. And someone is going to satisfy them tonight.” Before he could get another word in I hung up the phone.

I’d make him regret those words he said to me. I hoped that for the rest of his life he regretted being a selfish prick.

Izzy POV

She still wasn’t answering my calls. This didn’t really come as a surprise after the huge phone call blow out that had happened almost two weeks ago. We were in England and I told her I was buying her a ticket so she could come on tour with me, I needed her and missed her but instead of just saying that like a normal person I had made it seem like I was a scumbag with too much temptation around me and without her I would cheat.

I would never cheat on Y/N. Ever. It didn’t even cross my mind or seem like a coherent thought that I had ever had. When we broke up we’d sleep around, realize how much we missed each other and have explosive sex but never had I even considered the groupies that decorated backstage when I was with her.

But now that she made it very clear that we were off again I was sure she was out having a good old time trying to prove to herself that she could be just as happy without me as she was with me. This usually meant she would go to parties alone and sleep in a place that wasn’t our bed for the night.

Maybe I should be more jealous of the fact she would sleep with these other guys but I really didnt care about her having sex with someone else. Some people cried when the were upset, my girl just fucked.

So when she did answer the phone I was sure that it was Halloween night and she was going to be wearing the dirtiest outfit she could find and making sure that someone appreciated her when I hadn’t. But I was hoping that when morning came and she came back to the house that I would be there, waiting for her and ready to end this yo-yo cycle of back and forth breakups; Y/N was my girl and I wouldn’t let her keep escaping.

Maybe I should take her words seriously but she loved me. She could have whatever physical interaction she needed to feel wanted in that moment but she only loved me.

I gulped, hands in my hair as I boarded a flight home to her. My eyes were bloodshot and red as I thought about how I wouldn’t fight with her again. She had won. I learned my lesson.

Kelly POV

The best part of Halloween was all the chicks in their barely-there costumes. I loved all the scantily clad girls wiggling when they walked or dancing with their friends. Halloween was always girls dressing for girls or themselves. That was the secret that they didn’t want us to know. It was the best night of the year for me though. I got to watch them in their school girl costumes and angel wings with lingerie. Who needed Christmas gifts when I could see this?

I was holding my two fingers of whiskey neat, eyes looking at the dance floor as the girls shimming their bodies to music I didn’t like. The way girls danced with their friends was always my favorite. They weren’t trying to be sexy with the big smiles on their faces or grinding their girl friends but the way that they looked so happy always made me want to join in on the fun.

I saw a girl dressed in a silver shimmering outfit, tits pushed up and ready to blast off into outer space or into my bedroom with the way she was eyeing me. But as I moved across the dance floor to meet her my eyes shifted as this strong perfume scent pulled my eyes in another direction.

Holy shit.

She wasn’t with her friends but she was dancing alone, her hips swaying side to side with her hands in the air. Tight little booty shorts that looked more like underwear than a costume and a zippered top that was halfway unzipped, looking like it was going to come undone with a single wrong move. Or the right move.

Before I realized what I was doing I was veering off in her direction, walking over to where she was dancing and standing in front of her with my drink in hand. She looked me up and down then without missing a beat reached for my drink, downing it in one big gulp.

“Thanks.” she handed me the empty glass back, a smudge of red lipstick on the rim as she kept on dancing. There was this sense that she was having much more fun by herself than she would without anyone else and I was eating up her self confidence like a starved dog..

“I’m Kelly.” I yelled over the music, but she just nodded her head, already seeming to be bored with my company. I waited a beat for her to say her name or anything at all but she clearly wasn’t interested in talking to me. I wasn't one to give up easily and she wasn’t the type of girl who you’d come across alone, “Are you going to tell me your name?” I asked, giving her the smile that usually would melt ladies.

“I know who you are. And no, I’m not going to tell you my name. You shouldn’t talk to me if you know what’s good for you.” The way she said this made me think I should know who she was. But even though she looked familiar I couldn’t pinpoint exactly where she was from or how I knew her.

My hand gripped her waist, pulling her close to me and stopping her from dancing around. She looked up at me and gave me this look up and down like she was trying to figure something out or get a read on me. She licked the top of her cherry read lips, shaking her head ever so slightly as her hands wrapped around the back of my neck, clasping there.

“It’s your funeral.” she warned before I tried pressing my lips against hers. She pressed two fingers against my lips, shaking her head, “I don’t kiss guys on the lips. If you want to fuck we can but we need to go back to your place, you wear a condom, and I never tell you my name.” I don’t know why the fact she was laying out rules for me turned me on even more. Maybe it was because she was straightforward and knew what she wanted that I liked.

But I nodded my head, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the party and back to my house.

Reader POV

As Kelly led me into a house that I had visited before with Izzy I felt like I was making a mistake. Usually I would sleep with random guys that I would never see again. A flesh transaction that didn’t matter because I’d never see that stranger again.

But this was Kelly Nickels from the LA Guns, a band that Izzy was friends with and who we had seen together on more than one occasion. We had been to parties together here. Izzy had fucked me in the bathroom, picking me up on the counter and making me cum so hard I begged him to go home after becasue my legs were so shaky I couldn’t walk right.

Izzy.

I could feel the way my stomach turned at the name of the man. It was happening quickly. I missed him and I wanted him to be back. The European tour would be ending, they had to do some promotions around Europe and then they would come home. Europe was where I should be. Dancing drunk in the streets of Paris with Izzy well he used his D Grade High School French to try and buy us coffees to sober up as we watched the city lights twinkle around us and made bad romantic statements that were more about being together than the actual words that we spoke.

Izzy who had threatened to cheat on me. Izzy who broke up with me. Izzy who had hurt me..

We stopped outside a bedroom and Kelly motioned for me to go inside but I smiled coyly, buying myself some time. This was the first time I had needed a break like this and I knew that it wasn’t good. Self awareness has a price and sometimes it’s hard to pay it.

“I just need to call my roommate and let them know where I am.” he motioned down the hall to a phone and I was thankful for the privacy he gave me as I dialed the number to the apartment that I shared with the man. I knew that he wouldn’t be there but I dialed anyway. I would leave him a message and let him know where I was and that I loved him and that I was still mad at him. I hung up after the message that I’d erase when I got home and laid my forehead against the cool wall.

Why was I like this? Why when I was mad at Izzy would I take random guys and let them fuck me so that I could feel something? Why couldn’t I just cry like a normal person and just get it all out of me?

Taking in a deep breath I glanced at the door that was open and that I knew I shouldn’t go into but I pushed open anyway, seeing Kelly laying on the bed, naked and cock hard as he stroked it lazily as if he was building himself up for me.

His eyes lazily fell to me, dark joyful looks that weren’t the heavy looks of seduction that I was used to and I almost felt embarrassed by the way that made me blush but I knew it was dark in here and he couldn’t see all my features clearly. He could see me well enough I realized as I unzipped my top and let my tits bounce out, unrestrained.

The way he sucked in his breath watching me as he touched himself gave me a good feeling. It pushed away some of the sadness that I had seeing the way this man wanted me. I rolled off my shorts, moving to take off the boots that I was wearing.

“Stop. Keep them on. I want to see you dance only wearing them.” My lips rolled into a smirked as I let my fingertips whisper over my thighs and stomach as I stood back up, Hips rocked to the sides as I let my hands explore myself. My fingertips rolled over the softness of my skin, over the peaks of my nipples, down to the valley between my thighs, fingers dipping against my body to rub my clit and play with the wetness that was growing there.

I was a natural performer.

My mind was on the show that I was performing, eyes watching Kelly stroking his cock and wondering if we’d both cum without even touching each other. My mind was on Izzy and even though another man was watching me fingering myself in his room all I could think about was the time Izzy had walked in on me, legs on either side of the bath as I played with myself.

He had come into the bathroom, watching me for god knows how long as I rubbed my tits, fingers furiously going in and out of my cunt, the warm water splashing out of my body as I moaned in pleasure in the bath. When he had asked me if I touched myself like this when he was on tour I almost drowned myself in embarrassment. BUt Izzy had reached into the tub, eyes on me as he helped me continue rubbing my clit. Watching me, his hands guiding me to keep playing with myself until…

“I’m going to cum.” I moaned out and heard him moan out something that sounded like me too. I came apart, my fingers sticky with my own fluids that leaked out. Mind thinking of Izzy as I cried out in someone else's room.

Both of us looked up at each other, the intimacy of touching ourselves well the other watched . Kelly gave me a smirk.

“That was different.” I shrugged my shoulders, moving to pick up my clothes from where they had been dropped as he spoke, “Well, since you wasted the one shot of me fucking you why don’t you at least spend the night here. I wouldn’t want you to leave so late.” I hesitated but figured it was close to morning and I could sneak out soon anyway. So I climbed into bed with him, letting him cradle my naked body against his and fall asleep like I was his human teddy bear.

And as I closed my eyes I wished it was Izzy holding me.

Kelly POV

I rubbed my eyes, looking around the room and being slightly surprised that there wasn’t a girl tucked under my arm. She had been here when I fell asleep. But she didn’t seem like the type to cling to a persons he had gone home with,

Getting out of bed, my eyes scanned the nightstand and I wasn’t surprised to see that there wasn’t any scrap of paper with a number on it. She hadn’t even given me her name last night. All she had said is that if I knew her name that was just more trouble for me. And when a woman admitted she was going to bring trouble into my life I tended to believe them, no matter how good the lay was.

“You idiot.” my door flew open and Traci was standing there looking at me furiously, “Out of all the girls in LA you slept with her.” My eyebrows knitted together. Was she one of his exes? She looked vaguely familiar last night but not bandmates ex familiar.

“What are you talking about?” my hand rubbed at my eyebrows, the hangover settling in at the first loud noise of the day. I was thinking about going back to bed already, especially since there wasn’t going to be anything worth waking up to.

“I was in the kitchen this morning and do you know who walked in?” I smirked, she was gorgeous so there was nothing to really be ashamed of, “Izzy Stradlin’s girl.” Oh fuck. The blood must have drained out of my face as he looked at me like I was the biggest idiot in the world and I was feeling like it.

It didn’t matter if they were broken up; everyone knew that Izzy and his girl would break up just for the thrill of the makeup. He was overprotective of her and if he found out, which I was sure he was going too since we hadn’t been too shy about leaving that Halloween party practically eye fucking each other, I was dead.

She had warned me that she was trouble but now I knew just how much.

#Kelly Nickels #kelly nickels smut #kelly nickels fanfic #Izzy Stradlin #Izzy Stradlin fanfic #Izzy Stradlin fan fic #LA Guns #GNR

[duffslut]

Keep you warm

Izzy Stradlin x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 668

Requested by anon: Would you be able to write something where izzy and his girl are driving around on a rainy day and they end up watching the stars later that night and have sex?

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

- Was it really worth it just for a few bales of beer? - You asked getting out of the car soaked in the rain, carrying one bale of beer while Izzy carried three at once.

- It's just rain! - Izzy said. - It's not even cold! - Izzy set the beers on the floor next to one of the lounge chairs by the pool.

Izzy was right, as much as the sky looked like it was going to fall from so much rain, the heat seemed to increase even more every hour. Besides, as dark as it was, the sky was filled with tiny, bright stars.

You ran to the umbrella where Izzy was under, barely able to see his black hair or even him, but his bright eyes helped you find him, his face was icy cold and his little nose ring glowed.

- So... Aren't we going in? - you asked, staring at your boyfriend while only the sound of the rain filling the pool even more could be heard.

Izzy smiled crookedly, holding your face and pulling you in for a kiss.

- I won't cancel my plans because of a drizzle.

You rolled your eyes, trying to contain a laugh.

- And what's your plan? - you asked.

Izzy stared at you like you'd asked the most obvious question in the world, and less than seconds later, you were on his lap, screaming as he ran through the rain and jumped into the pool with you.

You got up from the dive taking off your wet shirt and throwing yourself on top of Izzy. He was smiling, his eyes were bright and his wet black hair looked even longer, almost over his shoulders. There was something about getting in the pool on a rainy night.

- C'mon don't be shy, you should take off that bra. - Izzy said, but already taking off your bra himself. - Don't worry I'll keep you warm.

- Why am I the only one who has to be naked? - you asked, pouting, and crossing your arms over your breasts.

- I didn't say anything about getting naked, but if you insist... - In an incredibly quick gesture, Izzy took off his shorts and underwear and threw them somewhere outside the pool.

Your eyes widened realizing that Izzy's dick was big and hard underwater.

- You should close your mouth if you're not going to suck my cock. - Izzy said casually, and then lowered his hand to his dick.

You decided to play his game, you sat on the edge of the pool, right in front of Izzy, and took off your shorts, not bothering to take your panties off, just putting them aside so your pussy was exposed.

- You said you'd keep me warm, right? - you asked, Izzy approached you, discredited with your boldness. - Make me sweat, complete your plan.

The rain was the last thing that bothered you right now, Izzy placed wet, icy kisses on your shoulder as he positioned his cock at your entrance.

As soon as Izzy's thrusts started deep and fast inside you, your whole body heated up, he had the power to do this to you, your blood boiled, and you were wetter than ever while scratching his back.

Izzy used both of his hands to hold your hips, making sure your pussy swallowed every inch of his dick, you threw your head back, letting the raindrops drip on your face while your boyfriend was fucking you, you were controlling yourself as much as possible not to moan like a bitch to Izzy, after all it wasn't that late and the neighbors could see you at any time. You babbled as Izzy went deeper and stronger inside you, making you scratch his back harder and harder each time you orgasmed.

- Gonna fill this tight pussy uh? - you rolled your eyes in pleasure, Izzy's lips grabbed your tits and started sucking your nipples.

You had lost count of how many times you had come, sweat dripped from your forehead when Izzy rested his head on your shoulder after coming inside you.

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[ur-blxxdy-valentine]

its the fact im about to starting laughing and have a psychotic brerak instead of a fucking mental breakdwon, well aftet a mental breakdown hahahahaha. what the fuck is the point anymore? why the fuck do i have to live? im about to write a fucking suicide note. i really cant anymore lol. i cant..... why does she fucking hate me? why is she leaving me? what di di do to them? nothing....... yeah mt bpd fucking bpd-ed all the time before her father forced her to delte everything nad stop talking to me but it has to be a fucking lie now. BECAUSE WHY ELSE WOULD SHE WOULD HAVE CHANGED HER PROFILE PIC ON DISCORD AFTER ALL THESE MONTHS TO IZZY FUCKING STRADLIN IN COQETTE FUCKING AESTHETIC FROM LANA DEL REY!?!?!? IF SHE HAS SOCIAL MEDIA SHE SHOULD BE FUCKING TALKING TO ME. I'VE BEEN BLOWING UP HER FUCKING TUMBLR. THAT'S ALL I'VE DONE EVERY SINGLE DAY MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY. BUT LOL SHE FUCKING HATES ME. THEY ALL HATE ME. IM LOSING MY BESTFRIEND AND MY MAX AFTER ALL THIS TIME. THEYRE LEAVING ME LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. THEY PROMISED. SHE PROMISED ME SHE WOULDNT LEAVE. WHY DOES EVERYONE FUCKING HATE ME!? WHY ME!? WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME!?

I cant fucking breathe, i cant stop crying........my everything hurts. im about to puke. and suicide is seeming perfect and im to the point of tryin gagain because nothing is fucking owrth it again, im down this fucking hole so bad like i was one other time and atp im going to be determined to fucking succeed in it. im such a worthless shitty human being i really cant keep trying anymore.

-🔥

hey Snow listen. if they choose not to talk to you that is on them. that is not about you as a person. i don’t have the power to stop you. all i can say is you’re losing every opportunity if you end it all right now. you’re losing any chance at happiness you’ll ever get and you are solidifying a life of pure misery. live out of spite if you want i don’t fucking know. but other people shouldn’t dictate your life. it’s your life and their decisions are on them. yeah, it hurts like hell. it feels like the end of the world and like everything is collapsing around you. god, do i understand that completely. those people, however, are just fishes in the sea. there are billions of people in this world and there’s someone that will stay with you and that truly are worth your time. i can confidently say now, that if i died in the moments that i wanted to i would’ve lost the best things that have ever happened to me. it’s a battle for sure. everyday is hard as hell and sometimes it feels like im damn near an inch of my life left. then i stop, i physically and mentally stop. i think of anything that made me smile that day. i think of just something that shut my brain off for a second. i know you have something. i know if you tried you’d think of something. then, you’d have to focus on that thought. something made you happy. one small thing in life is there to remind you that not every second has to be hell. now, think of all the places you’ve been, things you’ve done, things you’ve seen. i doubt you’ve seen everything this world has to offer. i’m sure there’s things you still want to do. there’s things in this world constantly being created, opportunities being presented, millions of things that have the potential of changing everything for you. so many new things that could make you as happy as the one thing you’re thinking of. your possibilities are literally endless! unless you decide to end them for yourself. you don’t give yourself the time to meet someone who stays and loves you, the time to turn your life around, the time to do all you dream of. you end it all now. it’s all choice. it’s your choice and i’m not here to tell you what to do. just don’t let any one person dictate your life. focus on you. what do you truly want?

#valentine 🧸 #❤️‍🔥 anon #idk if this makes any sense omfg

[gnrlove1987]

Izzy Stradlin x OC

1986

Lucy wasn't one for the party scene of the Sunset Strip. Some would probably say she was bookish, a loner, a nerd. She had moved to L.A to go to UCLA and usually had her head buried in a book instead of surfing the California waves or hanging with Hollywood kids like her classmates.

Tonight would be different though. Tonight she was setting aside the old Lucy, even if it just was for one night only.

Overhearing some Aquanetted girls from her Bio class talk about a " totally bitchin party", Lucy had found her way to a house party somewhere on the Strip.

Leaning against the wall while everyone else was snorting or guzzling something, Lucy looked around and saw a good-looking guy walking up to her. She got nervous but tried to play it cool.

"Hi" he cooed to her.

"Hi" she replied shyly as she placed a lock of hair behind her ear.

The two got to talking and the guy introduced himself as Jack. She found that someone was finally interested in what she had to say, someone who looked genuinely interested in her. After a couple hours of talking, he went up to get a drink where she waited patiently.

As Jack got his drink at the keg, Izzy stood with his drink. Izzy wasn't really one to give a shit about other people's conversations but he couldn't help himself from eavesdropping this particular time for whatever reason.

Talking to his friend, a crusty-looking dude with greasy hair and B.O that could be smelt from miles away, Jack talked conspiratorially.

"Dude, I'm gonna get this chick to the back room and when we're doing it, steal her purse. Alright?" Jack told the crusty dude as he pointed out Lucy.

The crusty guy nodded in agreement as Izzy, now up to speed on these random guys' plans, looked to see Lucy standing alone, obviously out of place, and now she was a lamb to slaughter.

Izzy knew that Lucy was not a regular at these types of parties. In fact, he thought Lucy looked more well-suited to a library than a debauched, fucked up party like this.

Izzy tapped on Jack's shoulder and said, "Man, why don't you leave her alone. She seems too innocent for a crowd like this."

"Why don't you mind your own fucking business, you Hanoi Rocks reject." Jack spat back.

"Fuck you, asshole! She probably wouldn't go with you anyways."

"Oh, yeah?" Jack arrogantly asked with a shit eating grin.

"Yeah." Izzy retorted as he stared him down.

"Let's see about that, then" Jack replied as he walked back towards Lucy with Izzy watching on.

When Jack came back, he asked Lucy if she wanted to go to their own room. Knowing what that meant, Lucy would've never in a million years agreed to such a thing. But then again, she wasn't being old Lucy tonight. She told herself she wouldn't be the overly cautious, overthinking Lucy tonight. So, she said yes.

As Izzy saw Jack holding onto Lucy's hand as he brought her to the back room, Izzy knew he had to do something. Izzy was usually a looking out for number one type, but this was different.

Quickly thinking, Izzy grabbed the nearest bottle of cheap liquor and headed to the back room. Taking a huge swig of Night Train and keeping it in his mouth, Izzy barged into the room, just as Jack was taking off Lucy's shirt while sitting on the dingy carpeted floor, and spit all the liquor in his mouth on Jack's head, as if he was throwing up on him.

Facetiously, Izzy airly said "Oh, sorry dude! I didn't mean to puke on you! Just had too much to drink, I guess."

"You asshole! You did that on purpose!" Jack yelled.

Pulling her shirt back down, Lucy got up and went up to Izzy. "Are you ok?" she asked with sincerity and genuine concern.

"Actually, could you help me? I really don't feel good. Could you drive me home?" Izzy asked in the most helpless tone of voice he could manage.

It was moments like these that Izzy felt that if this music thing didn't work out, he could give acting a shot.

"Sure, um, just let me get my keys ok?" she said as she grabbed her purse, completely untouched by Jack or his grubby friend.

"Thanks." Izzy responded in surprise that she actually agreed. It was then that he knew that she was as well-meaning, kindhearted, and unfortunately, naive as they came.

"Will I see you again, Jack?" she asked hopefully.

With a roll of his eyes, Jack answered, "Don't count on it."

Hurt by his sudden change of heart but grateful that she didn't go any further with him, Lucy cut her losses and gladly stood by her decision to help this skinny, black-haired rocker.

As Lucy and Izzy opened the door and turned to leave, Izzy slightly twisted and gave a knowing smirk to Jack and his friend that was waiting outside the door, and added the middle finger for good measure.

Sitting in Lucy's sensible but unstylish car, Izzy saw Lucy's kind eyes and wondered how anyone could think to do her any harm.

He didn't know if he was drunk, gaining a conscience, or going crazy but even though she was his total opposite and not exactly like the rocker babes he had gotten accustomed to, Izzy knew that he wanted to protect her as long as she would let him.

Putting the car in reverse and pulling out of the driveway, Lucy gave Izzy a gentle smile and for the first time in a long while, Izzy gave a gentle smile back.

#izzy stradlin x oc #izzy stradlin fanfiction #izzy stradlin fic #izzy stradlin fanfic #izzy stradlin imagine #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses fanfiction

[prettyjunk]

꩜ flesh for fantasy ꩜

pairing: izzy stradlin x reader

warnings: nsfw/+18.

summary: izzy and you go out, and you make him leave early. the rest is history !

a/n: first fic!! hopefully it’s alright:)

requests are open!!

.✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧

“—You know what I mean?”

You nodded. For a while, you were just staring at him consumed by your thoughts— inner teenager thoughts, and you couldn't bring yourself to pay attention to what your friend was saying.

"Yeah, totally." Duff gave you a satisfied smile; thinking you agreed with his point of view on... Whatever he was ranting about, and left the couch you three were sitting on.

The place was cold. It was mid november, and not even 100 people on a house that was meant for 6 could keep you from putting your hands between your thighs looking for warmth. The crowd only helped with making the little house smell worse.

"Can I ask you why you felt the need to come here tonight, Iz?" You rested your head on his shoulder, glancing at him over your long lashes.

"Can't tell ya'. I don't know that myself." He took a sip from the red cup on his hand, looking down on you and giving you a quick grin. "Regretting it?"

You shook your head, grabbing his hand and playing with his ring covered fingers. "Not really. Just bored. And cold."

"Give it a while, baby. It’s still early, things get interesting after one." He patted your thigh and got up from the couch, not letting go of your hand so you'd follow him. "Sometimes two."

You pouted, and he laughed. Izzy wasn't really good at catching hints (or so you thought), and you clearly failed to show him you wanted to leave and do something else. Something very specific.

The night went by, and you'd find yourself fantasizing about a guy that was right next to you. He kept himself busy talking to a bunch of people about a bunch of nonsense— drugs, music, and whatever was going on with MTV. As time passed you grew more and more impatient, staring at him with big doe eyes hoping he'd look at you and fuck you stupid in his car.

He didn't.

But funny enough, he would unconsciously encourage your dirty thoughts with small actions; hands always on your waist, caressing it while chatting with his friends, whispering things in your ear out of nowhere, and putting more cologne on than usual before coming.

"What's up?" Izzy looked down to you when he noticed you were weirdly quiet.

You gave him a dirty look. "Now you wanna' know?"

He grinned. "You think I don't know?"

You looked up to find a smirk on his lips. He tilted his head when you didn't answer, raising his hand to your chin to stroke it with his thumb. This had happened so many times, yet you always found yourself surprised when it did.

"Your neediness is not slip, sweetheart." He whispered, lowering to your height. "Pouting, crossing your legs, almost whimpering every time you'd feel my touch—" You frowned and stepped away.

Bastard.

"You're awful."

"And yet you're begging for me."

You shook your head, and started walking away. You heard Izzy say loud goodbyes, and you sped up to the car. Neither of you said anything as you walked to the car. Your arms were crossed— both from the cold and the brattiness. He wanted to tease? Fine. You could play along.

On the car ride back home, Izzy placed his hand on your thigh, stroking it swiftly with his fingers and tapping it to the rhythm of an unknown blues song that played quietly on the old car's radio. As he did so, an idea popped into your head, and you unbuckled your seatbelt.

"You know," You spoke, quickly gaining his attention when you moved your hand to the waist band of his pants, slowly unbuttoning them. "Whenever i get worked up on a public place, I can't really help myself from thinking of you like this." When you started palming him, he was quick to tighten the grip around the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. “Taking you to the car, and jerk you off slowly. I have to squeeze my thighs together so I can try and calm myself down. But it doesn't work as well as your fingers, Iz."

His jaw was so clenched to the point where it looked sharp, and his breathing got slightly quicker. Izzy wouldn't take his eyes of the road, even when his face burned from your staring.

And he still tried to look unbothered.

"Careful, sweetheart.” He gritted through his teeth when you started palming him through his boxers, your touch being so gentle and light over his hard-on.

"I just want you to feel like I feel." You whined, getting closer to him, so you could whisper in his ear. "I want to tease you the way you tease me." Your hand slipped past his boxers and worked up and down his length a couple times, smiling at his annoyed face while he drove.

"You don't get to do that."

You smirked. "Alright then." You gave him a peck on his cheek, and leaned back to sit the way you were supposed to, leaving him unattended and with his pants unbuttoned.

Izzy turned his head to face you with a confused look on his face, and you couldn't help but giggle. He shook his head— tongue on his cheek, and he looked at you. “Eyes on the road, baby.” You forced him to turn his head with your hand.

He left the car as soon as he parked it in front of his house, almost running to get the door and leave you behind. You took your time, going through your purse pretending to look for something just to mess with him.

It was a game you both often played— who could tease longer without losing their mind?

When you stepped a foot into the house, he grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, kissing you like he had been starved for weeks.

"Funny how tables turn, huh?" You teased in between kisses, grabbing his cheeks with your hands to get him closer to you as you stood on your tippy-toes.

Izzy didn't respond; he didn't intend to. He had a big ego— bigger than most people could tell, but he knew his place most of the time. This time, you won.

You started walking towards the couch, making him walk backwards, completely having to trust the fact that you wouldn't throw him into the floor. Not that he wouldn't like that; he would fuck you wherever/whenever, but his back would pay later. Before throwing him into the couch you lifted his shirt and threw it to the floor, feeling like it was a waste to also take his pants off if they were half down anyway.

"Don't get too excited." He mewled into your mouth when you straddled him, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him. "I'm just letting you have some fun."

"Is that so?" You teased, tracing your fingers down his chest painfully slow. "I don't think you mean that." When he looked back at you, you were quick to smirk and lower yourself down to his neck, kissing and biting whatever you lips could find. Even after a long day, you could still smell Izzy's cheap cologne on his neck, and a slight scent of the marlboro reds that are now far gone.

Instead of gliding your hand down into his pants, you shifted yourself on top of his bulge, moving your hips forward and back painfully slow as you felt his breathing hitch.

Izzy groaned and you quickly left his neck to kiss him again, involving yourself in a deep intoxicating kiss. It was wet; it being the only sound that echoed the house plus your quiet noises. You constantly whimpered in his mouth, and that made him go crazy.

It was a signal that you finally gave up on the control, and just wanted to have him; any way you could have him. As much as he enjoyed watch you take the lead and try to mimic his actions, Izzy liked you better beneath him; big puppy eyes begging for something— anything he could give you.

“This," Izzy broke the kiss without separating himself from you, your lips rubbing against his the same as your hips. "We could be doing anywhere, darling." He laid his thumb on your lips, caressing it. He swiftly smiled when he noticed how swollen they'd gotten in such little time.

Following his action, his hand travelled down your body expertly until getting between your legs, quickly lifting your skirt and sneaking his fingers below your underwear, introducing two fingers with no warning.

His smirk grew unholy as soon as he felt how wet you were. "However, this—" He spoke softly, but in an insufferable tone. "Actually, I take it back. I bet that you would fuck yourself with my fingers anywhere if I let you." You rolled your eyes as a response; hiding the fact that his words were having an effect on you, and he answered by circling your clit with his thumb, quickly shutting your brattiness up. "Isn’t that so?"

You shook your head, starting to move your waist with his fingers to try and get more— reach deeper. He introduced another finger as he spoke, using his other hand to keep your hair away from your face so he could study your features; the way you're falling apart beneath his touch. "Right. because to everyone, you're this pretty little girl; so sweet and innocent." He moved his hand to the sweet spot behind your ear, caressing it and earning a whimper from you. "But to me," Izzy whispered and you interrupted him with your moans as they got higher, shutting your eyes up and grabbing his shoulders tightly. He got carried away watching you— the way your nose flickered when the waves of pleasure hit you over and over again.

You were close, so painfully near the edge—

"Izzy!'

You cried out when you felt the lack of his touch. You opened your eyes to find him smirking, attentive to what your response would be. You whined, tilting your head back and unconsciously pouting your lips as you frantically moved your hips looking for friction. He was quick to steady then with his hands.

"You didn't think it was gonna be that easy, did you?" You did. you always fell for it— a sick game that he enjoys so much when he does it, but is quick to shut down when it's his turn. “Plus, its payback."

You scoffed. "You’ve had me waiting all night."

"Wait a little longer. You know I like to take my time." He ran his hands along your naked legs, and proceeded to take off your skirt and underwear. You lifted yourself up from his lap to do so and took off your shirt as well, as he grabbed a condom from his pants. He took this an opportunity to pin you below him, and finally have you completely helpless below him. The lights were dim, and you looked completely angelic beneath his shadow; cheeks flushed and teary eyes stained with mascara around them.

He ran a hand down your cheek before positioning himself. You sweetly smiled at him— even when teasing the shit out of you, he took care of you. He was gentle even when he was trying to be mean. "What's in your mind?" Izzy interrupted your thoughts when he noticed you were smiling all of the sudden while looking at him.

"Nothing." You lifted yourself up and kissed him, locking your hands around his neck. "I love you, you know."

His gaze softened. "I love you. But I wanna fuck you more."

You quietly scoffed and opened your mouth to say something, but he shut you up with the tip of his cock. Even after months and months of this very same routine— it took adjusting.

You mewled and dragged him down to kiss you again, deepening the kiss as much as you could while he steadied himself inside you, slowly. "Alright?" You nodded, opening your doe eyes to let him know that he could move. And he did, toying with your tits to make you put the burn of your bodies behind and make you drown in pleasure.

Because that's the part Izzy liked the most. Watch you unravel; hear you fall apart. It was intoxicating— his own private show. And it was the only time where his mind would forget about everything else, a feeling not even junk and booze could bring him. Everything came down to you. Your smell, the way your whimpers bounced on the walls, and the redness of your cheeks when he talked you through it.

"That's it, look at you." He praised when your eyebrows furrowed as he started to speed up the pace, exhaling at the same time you sharply inhaled. You buried your fingernails in the skin of his back, earning a deep groan from him that made you clench, so he laughed. "You feel so fucking good, so fucking—" He hid himself on the crook of your neck, hiding his moans below your hair. You grabbed a handful of his to make him kiss you, hot breath clouding all your senses.

"Izzy." You whined lowly, giving him a warning that you were close. You didn't even need to say it, he could tell by the way you spoke and how your thighs were shaking beneath his palms.

"I know, baby, I know. let go."

And you did. Who were you to disobey him?

Without meaning to you broke the kiss, but not the distance between you two. He lowered his fingers to your clit, circling it to the rhythm of his thrusts and you felt ecstasy fill all your senses. You threw your head back, and even in the middle of your drowning you felt him come down with you too. He threw his hand above your hand grabbing the couch hard enough to break it, and it all came down to one thing.

And after a few more seconds, he collapsed on top of you, breathing harshly; intoxicated by your smell. You rested for a couple seconds before caressing his hair gently, kissing whatever piece of flesh your lips could find. He purred and kissed your neck, feeling your heartbeat slowly go back to normal.

"Darling," He mumbled on the crook of your neck. You hummed. "I forgot my fucking jacket."

You giggled and sighed. "Really?" Izzy nodded.

"I really liked that jacket."

"Okay." You moved to rest on your shoulders, trying to get up so you could dress yourself up and go to the car, only to fall on your back again because of the overstimulating sensation between your legs.

He laughed, lifting himself up slightly. "'M still inside you, you know." You whimpered.

"I didn’t know."

He shook his head. "I prefer this over my jacket."

#im sorry if this is kinda bad it's my first fic #izzy stradlin #guns n’ roses #gnr #izzy stradlin smut #gnr smut #izzy stradlin x reader #guns n roses smut

[meegadeeth]

☆ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 - 𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐀𝐗𝐋 ☆

Warnings❗️:

✩ Sex (penis in booty)

✩ Fingering

✩ Jerking off

✩ Edging

✩ Biting/leaving hickeys on neck

✩ Praising

✩ Top!Izzy

✩ Bottom!Axl

✩ Making out

✩ Slight bickering (bc it’s Axl, don’t worry they don’t full on fight tho<3)

✩ Hair pulling

✩ Pulling at piercing

people included/mentions; izzy stradlin, axl rose, steven adler, johnny depp (mentioned), duff mckagan, slash, freddie mercury (mentioned)

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All of the guys, except Axl, sat in the living room, drinking and watching tv. Axl was trying to write new music without the guys yelling unhelpful things around him.

After finishing a page and a half of lyrics his brain was completely empty, though, so he decided to call it a day and join the others in the living room. When he walked out they were all watching MTV. "Anything good?" Axl asked. "Nope." Steven responded, his feet propped up on Duff's legs.

"It's been a boring tv day." Slash mumbled, sprawled out on the floor; Axl walked over Slash. "Hey." Axl kissed Izzy's cheek before sitting in his lap. "Hey, Ax. You end up writing anything?" Izzy wrapped an arm around his waist. "Yeah. It's not finished, but it's something." Izzy nodded, listening to Axl.

Axl looked at the tv, wrapping a loose arm around Izzy's neck; the hand that was wrapped around his neck started playing with the ends of Izzy's jet black hair. Duff boredly groaned before flipping through channels. An episode of 21 Jump Street started playing but Duff changed the channel again.

"No! Go back!" Steven quickly said. "To what?" Duff asked, going back a couple of channels. "To 21 Jump street!"

"Oh God, Stevie! Your obsession with Johnny Depp needs to stop." Slash laughed. "Shut up; I like the fucking show, okay?" Steven rolled his eyes. "I see you googly eye the tv everytime Officer Tom is on the screen." Slash argued. "Whatever!" Steven yelled, crossing his arms. The rest of the room laughed while Duff turned 21 Jump Street back on.

Axl started playing with more parts of Izzy's hair before realizing his hair was greasy. He scrunched his nose and rested his hand on Izzy's shoulder. He wished Izzy would shower more. Sure, Izzy didn't unbearebly stink, unless it was after a show, but it would still be nice to smell Izzy after a nice shower.

"You should get a shower." Axl mumbled to Izzy. "No. I told you; I play better without showering." Izzy said back. "Do you realize how dumb that sounds?" Axl slightly glared at him. "It doesn't sound stupid. My fingers slide on the strings better."

"That doesn't matter. Go get a shower." Axl said. "He's right, you should. I mean, I get it, but I shower more than you." Slash commented. "You haven't showered in 5 days!" Duff yelled at Slash. "So?! It's been 6 days for Izz!"

"That doesn't make you special or something! You both are digusting!" Steven yelled. "Exactly." Axl agreed. "Fine, I'll take one tomorrow." Izzy huffed. "You should take one now." Axl said. "I'm good." Izzy shook his head, watching the tv.

Axl huffed, trying to think of something to get Izzy into the shower. He thought until he came up with something. How do you get a horny emo guy into the shower? Sex.

"You're sure you don't wanna get in the shower?" Axl asked, again. "I'm sure, Ax." He answered. Axl smiled, leaning into Izzy, "Not even If I join you?" He whispered into his ear.

"Really?" Izzy mumbled, looking into Axl's blue eyes. "Really." Axl nodded, slightly shifting in Izzy's lap. Izzy broke into a grin, "Okay."

"So you'll get into the shower?"

"Wait..when you mean join me, does that mean we're fucking? Or are you just gonna sit there and encourage me to shower?" Izzy asked, a little sarcasm in his voice around the end. "Yes, that means we're fucking, Izz."

Izzy nodded, "Then, yeah." Axl stood up, going towards their room to get clothes. "Where are you going?" Duff asked as Izzy quickly got up to follow Axl. "Shower." Izzy simply answered.

"Axl probably said he'd let Izz hit it if he got in the shower." Slash said, once Izzy disapeared into their bedroom. "Imagine having to be lured into taking a shower." Steven rolled his eyes.

When they got their clothes, Izzy rushed them to the bathroom. "Hold on!" Axl laughed while trying not to fall as Izzy held onto his hand. Izzy closed the door behind them before shoving Axl's back into the door, kissing him. Axl giggled while trying to get Izzy to stop kissing him so he could talk, "Mh, Izz? Izz!"

Finally, Izzy pulled back for air, "What?"

"We're taking a shower; we gotta turn the water on." Axl said, pushing past Izzy to turn on the hot knob. Izzy started unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders and letting the shirt fall to the ground. Axl tossed his shirt and bandana to the side while waiting for the water to get warm.

When it finally did, Axl turned on the shower head, closing the curtain so no water splashed onto the floor. Axl started undoing his jeans; Izzy undone his even quicker. Finally, Izzy tossed his underwear to the side and got in; Axl followed.

Izzy grabbed the gingers waist, bringing him closer as he smashed his lips into Axl's; Axl wrapped his arms around Izzy's neck. Izzy grinded their hips together, making Axl desperately moan into Izzy's mouth. He slightly bit on Axl's bottom lip, causing him to gasp; Izzy's tongue slipped into his mouth, running over Axl's tongue.

Axl ran his hands over Izzy's stomach and chest as they explored each others mouths. Axl pulled away, "Come on, wash your hair."

"But you said we'd fuck." Izzy reminded, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. "We will, but we need to shower too. We'll get some done and then we will." Axl explained. He huffed before Axl slightly nudged Izzy's head under the water, soaking his black hair. Axl always thought Izzy looked absolutely gorgous with wet hair; his wet bangs resting on his forehead with water dripping down him.

Axl grabbed the shampoo, squirting some into his hands before moving closer to rub shampoo into Izzy's hair. As he moved closer her felt Izzy's erection touching his thigh. "Really?" Axl raised his eyebrows, gesturing towards Izzy's dick. "What? It's not my fault you're givin' me blue balls."

"You're being dramatic, Izz. You don't get blue balls this quick." Axl rolled his eyes, "and everyone thinks I'm dramatic?" He thought while reaching up to rub shampoo into Izzy's hair. "It's gettin' there, though."

"You'll be fine." Axl started scratching Izzy's scalp now, in hopes it would shut him up; it did. Izzy had his eyes shut, slightly groaning every now and again. "I'm gonna wash it out now." Axl warned, Izzy tilted his head back, letting the water run down his hair. A mix of sudsy shampoo and water washed down the drain as Axl ran his hands through Izzy's soft, shaggy hair.

Now, it was Axl's turn for his hair to be washed. Izzy attempted to be romantic and do the same service Axl had done for him, but Axl was having none of it. "I don't need to be babied." Axl rolled his eyes as he rubbed shampoo into his own hair. "I didn't need it either. You still did it, though." Izzy commented. "You did."

"I did not."

"Did."

"Didn't."

"Izz, come on. I literally had to offer sex just for you to get in the shower! That's actin' like a baby." Axl continued to wash his hair.

"I can get in the shower by myself, it was just a nice offer." Izzy explained, not letting Axl get the last word. "Okay, sure." Axl used that one voice everyone uses when they half agree to end the argument, but they still think they are fully right.

"Don't 'okay, sure' me like that, Ax. You wanna talk about babyin', who has to apologise everytime we fight? Me, because your ego won't let you." Izzy rolled his eyes. "It has nothing to do with my ego. If I'm right, then I'm not apologising." Axl shot back, starting to rinse the shampoo out.

"Then you should be apologising a lot more, ginger." Izzy tilted his head slightly, looking at Axl in a smug way as he rinsed the rest of the shampoo out of his copper hair. "Oh, fuck you." Axl sighed, realising that Izzy won't stop until Axl does; Axl get's the last word with everyone...except Izzy.

"Why? 'Cause I'm right and you're not?" Izzy questioned, rasing his eyebrows. Axl responded with what he thought was best without continueing the light arguing. Axl said, "Just shut the fuck up." before smashing his lips against Izzy's.

Izzy stiffened for a second but melted into the kiss after; one of his hands cupped Axl's cheek, running his rough thumb over his cheekbone. Axl slightly parted his mouth, waiting for Izzy's tongue to meet with his; Izzy immediately took the invitation. Their tongues slipped around each others mouths; groaning and moaning.

Izzy reached one hand between their bodies, stroking Axl's dick. The pace was slow and loving as Izzy continued intertwining their tongues together. Axl whined into his mouth as Izzy ran his thumb over the tip, smearing precum. The bathroom was full of desperate moans, deep exhales, and sharp inhales.

Izzy pulled away, letting himself catch some breath before leaning down to press kisses to Axl's neck. He trailed the kisses, nipping a spot every now and again, from just below Axl's ear to his chest. He stopped at Axl's nipple ring, toying with it with his tongue.

Axl gripped Izzy's hair when he felt the black haired mans teeth pull at his piercing, slightly moaning. He looked down to see Izzy grinning at the noises that came out of the redhead.

Izzy continued to slowly jerk off Axl, letting go of his nipple piercing. Izzy decided to go back to kissing Axl's neck. Soon, he found a spot that was deemed a good spot to start sucking. Izzy sucked on Axl's neck, the skin getting more sensitive.

Axl's fingers tangled into Izzy's dark hair, pulling, as Izzy sucked a hickey into his neck and jerked him off. Before too long Axl tensed up, getting close to cumming, so Izzy stopped his hand movements. Axl huffed, tugging Izzy's hair way harder than usual; that only made Izzy grin even more, lifting his head up from Axl's neck.

"You're an asshole." Axl muttered, crossing his arms. "You're so handsome." Izzy said back, staring into Axl's green, piercing eyes. "Shut up." Axl felt his face burning, turning his gaze to the ground. Izzy kissed Axl's cheek, "I love you. Alright? I just didn't want to end this so quick."

"I know. I love you too." Axl knew Izzy was right. Izzy kissed Axl on the mouth, "Turn around, hot stuff." Axl smiled at the nickname and turned around, facing the shower wall. "You're still okay with this, right?" Izzy asked before doing anything. "Yeah." Axl said, waiting for Izzy to start.

Izzy slipped one of his fingers into Axl's asshole. Axl winced at the pain, lowering his head. Izzy moved Axl's hair away from the back of his neck, kissing the skin, "You're okay, Ax. It'll be over soon." Axl nodded at Izzy's words, trying to focus on finding a good feeling. "Can I add another?" Izzy asked. "Yeah." Axl said.

Izzy added a second finger, trying to find the spot. When Izzy grazed over his prostate, Axl moaned, "Shit, Izz!" Izzy placed another soft kiss to Axl's neck before starting to scissor him. The ginger slightly wobbled as he enjoyed how Izzy made him felt; he's glad the burning sensation went away. "Add a third." Axl said. When he didn't get a third he sat for a good five seconds before remembering, "Please?"

"Yes, sweetheart." Izzy stuck a third finger into Axl. Axl moaned, pushing into Izzy's fingers to make them go farther. His fingers touched his prostate, a low groan following. He thrusted his fingers in and out of Axl. "Can you fuck me, now? Please?" Axl managed to say through moans. Izzy slipped his fingers out of Axl's hole, lining himself up with Axl's asshole. He gripped the gingers hips, sliding himself into Axl.

Izzy gave Axl a second to adjust to his length before starting to slowly thrust into Axl. Izzy kissed his shoulders and neck lovingly, slightly groaning at Axl's muscles wrapped around his dick. "Is this okay?" Izzy asked, making sure Axl was still in the mood. "Yeah." Axl quietly moaned, a breathy exhale following.

"Fuck, you feel good." Izzy groaned, running his fingers up Axl's sides. "Please, go faster?" Axl asked. Izzy granted his wish, his grip on Axl's hips tightening, as he quickened his thrusts. Axl pulsated around Izzy, knowing that made the guitarist go crazy; surprisingly, Izzy let out a hushed whimper. Axl chuckled, attempting to keep his laugh quiet. Apparently, he was because Izzy didn't say anything.

Axl felt stuck in time as if this was the only thing that mattered in the moment. Izzy pressed to his body with warm water splattering over the two of them; love surrounding them. Axl wouldn't have it any other way with anyone else; well, maybe Freddie Mercury...but Izzy didn't need to know that.

Izzy threw his head back at all the pleasure, drowning in it. He leaned his chest against Axl's back, trying to, somehow, get even closer to the ginger. The water soaked the two boys, making the sex even better.

"Oh, fuck.." Axl lowly moaned, feeling Izzy almost touch his prostate; what a fuckin' tease! Izzy reached his hand around to touch Axl, sliding his water-slicked hand up and down Axl's boner. Axl tilted his head back, resting on Izzy's shoulder. "You're the prettiest person I've ever seen." Izzy admitted, looking over Axl's face and body.

"Really?" Axl managed to ask with the immense amount of pleasure he was feeling. "Of course; I wouldn't lie to you."

"I know." And he really did know. Izzy was a very blunt person and didn't give a fuck what you thought. The only time he lied was when he had to or if you asked him about his feelings; he wasn't a very good-with-words-when-it-comes-

to-feelings type of person. Izzy didn't feel the need to lie unless he was lying for someone else, it had to do with the law, or a simple lie that could get them something good if someone believed him.

"You're so gorgeous, Axl." Izzy groaned, kissing the side of Axl's exposed neck as he still laid his head on the black haired man's shoulder; Axl responded with a breathy moan. Izzy's other hand, that wasn't stroaking Axl, let go of the gingers waist; instead it rested on top of Axl's hand that was rested against the shower wall.

Axl smiled as he felt Izzy's hand press against his. He liked Izzy's hands; they were larger and had veins with slim, bony fingers. He liked the way Izzy's hand contrasted against Axl's smaller hands. Especially when they cuddled while going to bed; Axl liked staring at their hands intertwined, while he drifted asleep. Axl thought the guitarists hands were pretty hot, overall, too.

Sudddnly, Axl let out a loud moan as Izzy touched his prostate, "Oh my God!" Axl's whole body trembled as the black haired man brought him out of his thoughts; Izzy helped by holding him up, smiling to himself, loving the effect he had on Axl Rose. Izzy continued jerking off Axl in time to his thrusts.

Axl mumbled something incoherent to Izzy, rambling his words. When Axl was being pleasured, he tended to ramble and bunch his words together into a mumble. "What was that, sweetheart?" Izzy asked, groaning afterwords. "Faster! Please!" Axl moaned loudly. Izzy started pounding into the ginger; the bathroom was filled with moans and the sound of Izzy's hips hitting Axl's.

"Izzy!" Axl moaned as Izzy pounded into his prostate and jerked him off at an ungodly speed. Axl's eyes were shut, his mouth parted as the sweet, slutty moans fell out of his mouth. "Shit, you're doing so good, Ax." Izzy groaned into Axl's ear, running his thumb over Axl's leaking tip.

Axl felt his stomach tighten as a big wave of pleasure washed over him. "I'm close!" Axl moaned, desperately, as his whole body shook with pleasure and excitement. "Me too, just wait a couple of more minutes." Izzy grunted as he thrusted into Axl harder, trying to meet his orgasm. Axl hung his head forward now, feeling weak as he felt his load build up inside of him, waiting for release.

Izzy felt the knot at the bottom of his stomach, chasing his orgasm. "Fuck! Cum, Axl!" Izzy groaned, interlacing his fingers with Axl's. Axl came when Izzy did. Axl moaned loudly as he came all over himself and the wall, relieved to finallly let himself go.

Izzy released himself inside of Axl; he watched closely as he pulled out, watching his cum drip out of Axl's asshole and down the back and insides of his thighs. "Fuck, that was good." Axl admitted, still holding himself up with his arms, hands against the wall. "Yeah, it was." Izzy agreed, trying to regain his breath. "Wanna finish so we can get out?" Axl asked, turning around to look at Izzy once his legs weren't so wobbly.

"Again?" Izzy asked, joking. "Shut up and wash your balls." Axl laughed, lightly shoving Izzy. "Yeah, yeah, I am." Izzy started washing his body; so did Axl since the water was making his body overheated. Once they both rinsed off, they got out.

Izzy loosely wrapped his towel around his waist while Axl wrapped his towel around his shoulders. "Just so we're clear, when we were arguing about being babied, I got the last word." Axl smugly said, looking at Izzy. Izzy tried to keep a stern face, but failed. "What?" Axl asked, furrowing his eyebrows in an attempt to intimidate Izzy. "You're so fucking difficult, you know that?" Izzy chuckled, taking Axl's face into his hands before kissing him.

Axl pulled away to talk, "Well, I did have the last word, so I'm letting you know." Izzy connected their mouths again, wrapping his arms around Axl's waist to bring them closer. His hands slid down until they found Axl's asscheeks, squeezing them in his hands. Axl gasped, Izzy slipped his tongue into the gingers mouth. Axl wrapped his arms around Izzy's neck, pressing into him.

When Izzy pulled away, he said, "I get it, alright? I can't win with you; you're always right." Izzy sarcastically said. "Damn right." Axl said as he turned around to pick up his pile of clothes. "Oh, shut up and get dressed." Izzy smacked Axl's ass, causing him to jump a little.

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Will you do #44 “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” with Izzy, please?

This is my first time sending you an ask, I hope this is how you do your prompts? 😁

Yes! Just send me the prompt thing and who you want lol 💓

Izzy was different than any other man I’ve known in my 24 years of life. Even Axl couldn’t explain Izzy to people other than “That’s just Izzy, he’s odd but it’s whatever”

Being friends with Duff and getting know his bandmates along the years. I always liked Izzy, he was mysterious, in a good way, he had you trapped without trying. Maybe it was bc you liked tall, dark, skinny dudes. Duff being Duff, he was protective and told the guys you were off limits.

The phone rang as I was cleaning the floor, “Hello?”

“Y/n, hiya doll. How the hell are ya?”, Axl smiled. “I’m cleaning I feel like dying, Ax” “Well stop cleaning and come out with us. I’ll be there in two hours, baby”, Axl hung up before I could stop him. “Damn it Axl Rose”, I sighed. It could wait until tomorrow. I got dressed after my shower and makeup session. “Fuck if I know” I slipped into a tight red leather dress, along with my black heeled boots. Duff walked in, “Hey kid. You ready?” “Axl’s bass player and taxi man?” “I came out of the kindness of my heart, babe. Let’s go!”, he grabbed my hand.

The guys were already sitting in a booth, Slash’s girlfriend and Erin were there as well. “Hi Y/n”, Axl hugged me as I sat down with Duff and Izzy. Izzy took a deep breathe as I moved closer to him. Weird. As the night went on, Izzy kept getting farer and far way from me. Izzy was walking out, “Hey Iz wait up!” He stopped in his tracks, “I’m walking you know” “So what? I’m not far from here”, I smiled. Izzy moved sides, where he was on the traffic side.

“How have you been?” I asked. “Alright, you?” Izzy lit his cigarette. “Fine”, I could feel the tension grow around us. We walked for another block, “So this is me. Uh thanks for making sure I didn’t get kidnapped”, I sighed. Izzy nodded, “Sure thing, babe” I blushed. “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been quieter than usual”, I asked, poking the bear. “Nothing, Y/n. I’ll walk you to your door come on”, Izzy sighed. “You sighed again. Izzy what is up with your cranky ass?” “Nothing” we got to my door, “Izzy” “Fuck! I’m in love with you and I’m terrified”, Izzy paced around my door. “That’s what has your ass in twist? Izzy” “Yes! I’m sorry, I should have said anything. Good night, Y/n”, Izzy sighed again! “I love you too, Stradlin. Get some sleep”, I laughed, kissing his cheek. Izzy blushed, holding his cheek. “Call you tomorrow?” “Sure thing”

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Shandi’s Writer’s Month Prompts!

Day 3: Word: Gold | Setting: Actor AU

I have no idea where I wanted to go with this but enjoy it anyway I guess XD

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“Are you fucking kidding me?” 

Once the infamous Axl Rose sauntered onto the set the entire atmosphere changed. Izzy immediately knew things were gonna turn to shit. As the director walked by he grabbed his arm. “I thought you were gonna find a good replacement for the re-shoots!” The director huffed and pulled his arm away. “Axl Rose is good, despite evidence to the contrary. And he’s the only actor I could find last minute. So you’re just gonna have to deal with it.” Izzy watched him walk away looking mortified. 

“Son of a bitch..” 

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After a long day of shoots that went on for most of the night, Izzy dragged himself back to his trailer and collapsed onto his bed. Only to hear a loud knock at the door. He groaned and covered his head with his pillow. “Fuck off..!!” 

“That’s a fine way to greet a guest.” 

Izzy grumbled again. “Y’got ears don’tcha..?” 

“Yeah yeah, I got em.”

Izzy bolted upright as the pillow was snatched off and tossed aside, only to be confronted with the smug face of Axl Rose. “Hey, that’s--! Oh..it’s you..” 

“That's all I get after we spent hours on the same set together? You’re killin’ me.” 

“You’re lucky that’s not what I’m doin’. What do you want? I’m exhausted and I wanna go to bed.” 

“Y’didn’t eat anything either.” Axl held up a pizza box. “Peace offering?” 

Izzy stared at the box. What the fuck? He was actually being nice? The silence was broken by the loud growling of his stomach. They looked at each other and laughed. “Sounds like you got your answer right there.” He moved over to make room for Axl to sit. “Guess having a little bite won’t hurt before I go to bed. You’re alright, Rose. 

“So are you, Stradlin~” 

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