#Izzy Stradlin fluff

[duffslut]

Late night talking

Izzy Stradlin x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 521

Warnings: Fluff!

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- Long day? - Izzy asked watching you drop your bag on the kitchen counter and give a tired sigh.

- Yeah, I'm exhausted. - You mumbled.

Your boyfriend walked up to you and gave you a kiss on the cheek, moving behind you and placing his hands on your shoulder, giving you a gentle massage.

- Why don't you take a shower... - He started to say in your ear. - Put on your pajamas... - He kissed you on the neck. - And come down to have dinner with me before going to bed?

You nodded, surprisingly feeling your body already relax just from his caress, you gave him a quick kiss and went upstairs to take a shower.

Some time later, you came down to the kitchen, smelling nice and dressed in your matching pajama set.

- Someone is inspired! - You exclaimed, sitting at the counter and being immediately served by Izzy, who placed a plate of pasta in front of you and his right next to it. - You didn't have to do this, baby. - You said, almost jumping on top of him to thank him with millions of kisses.

- Yeah, but... I wanted to. - He said smiling at you as he poured wine into two glasses. - And I just needed to reheat it actually.

You watched him sit down next to you and take a sip from his glass, his black hair fell over his eyes and you just couldn't look away. You thought it was crazy how so many people considered him a rockstar without knowing how sweet his personality really was, not that he didn't act like one now and then, it was his charm.

After the two of you finished eating and made out a bit in the kitchen, you went up to your bedroom, dreaming of your warm bed waiting for you after such a busy day.

- Feeling better? - Izzy asked watching you sit on the bed. - I need to practice a little, I promise I won't wake you up.

Izzy gave you a kiss on the mouth and one on your forehead, picking up his acoustic guitar.

- You can do it here. - You said, you just didn't want to be away from him, and it had been so long since he had played just for you. - I want to hear what you're rehearsing. - You asked gently.

Izzy gave you a little smirk and sat on the bed.

- Since you insist. - He said, starting to play a riff unknown to you, but very, very sweet.

You stared at him completely in love, he hummed a melody without lyrics with his husky voice while his long, soft fingers slid across the guitar strings. Gosh, was there anything that man couldn't do?

Every time a song ended, you asked him to play another one, and so you stayed up late into the night.

- I think that's enough, huh? - Izzy said, putting away his guitar and laying down on the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around your body. - You sleepy girl. - He murmured, cuddling into you, and your eyes slowly closed.

- You're the best Izzy... - You mumbled with your eyes closed, almost falling asleep.

[slutforgnr]

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 *ೃ༄

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟!

you’re sitting on the floor, christmas decorations are sprawled all around you and you’re choosing which ones will go on the tree and which won’t, with a little help from your five year old daughter, but honestly she is making more of a mess rather than helping.

Izzy is right behind you, wrapping the colourful lights around the gorgeous tree, trying to watch his steps to not break another ornament. again.

“what do you think baby?” he asks, his voice tender as he stumbles next to you and squats down, rubbing your back soothingly so you’d look at the tree.

you turn your head around, your eyes taking in the colourful glistening tree.

“hm…not bad Iz.” you chuckle and give him an approving nod of his well done job.

you set aside all the ornaments that will go on the tree and call your daughter to help you decorate it.

“sweetie come here, it’s time to decorate.” you say with enthusiasm and a big smile on your face, she practically runs up to you and immediately picks up the star for the tree.

“can i put the star there? mommy please?” she asks, her lower lip pouted and she is giving you those puppy eyes, the ones she gives you and Izzy when she really wants something.

“well let’s put the star up then, shall we?”

Izzy says and then he picks up your daughter, making her scream excitingly as she reaches the height of the tree. she gently places the glittery golden star up on the top of the tree which immediately paints her face with a blooming smile.

you watch them both bond over such a simple moment that will become a core memory of hers one day, it is heart warming, it makes you grateful for both of them and it makes you realise how much they mean to you, how much these moments mean to you.

“are you going to help us mom or are you going to just watch us? hm?” he smirks as he hangs up an ornament, his attention is quickly turned back to Alice as she passes him the decorations.

“oh i’m sorry, i didn’t realise i was supposed to do everything around here.” you quip, crossing your arms over your chest. “but i’m happy to supervise you two.” you smirk back at him, making your way next to them, helping them hang the decorations on the branches of the tree.

everyone is so focused on the tree that it all got a little too quiet, Izzy made his way to the record player and picked out a christmas record.

Alice almost immediately started swaying her head to the beat of song, she was giggling and singing , making Izzy join her in a few seconds. you watched them with a smile but remained focused on finishing the tree up, so you wouldn’t be here till midnight.

“is mommy going to be the grumpy now?”Izzy teases you for your quiet behaviour.

“yes mommy don’t be grumpy.” she playfully copies her father, seeing them side by side like this makes you feel like you’re looking at twins.

“so now you two are conspiring against me?” you raise your eyebrow as you try to hide a smile “alright, what do i have to do to win the 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 award?”

“move a little.” Izzy walks over to you, taking your hands into his, moving them to the rhythm of the song, making you dance. your daughter watches in amusement as her parents dance together, it’s showing her the true love she will chase later in life, she even claps for the two of you.

your heart swells with emotion and on the other hand Izzy sings the song off-key on purpose, just to make it more playful which has you laughing, he looks so joyful and the moment feels so blissful.

“see just like that.” he points out your smile with his finger , then he makes your body spin and that’s how he ends the dance.

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as the decorating is coming to an end, the tree is becoming more full and alive Alice starts to get bored with the decorating and she keeps on messing with you, putting the same ornaments next to each other even after you told her not to about a dozen times or taking off the ornaments just to mess with your head and by this point you’ve noticed she is doing this just to make you angry.

meanwhile Izzy just watches basically himself in a girl and a child form, messing with you, it cracks him up and he just chuckles at your frustration.

“Alice Isbell, if you keep doing this, i don’t think Santa’s coming to give you any presents this year.” you raise your voice slightly, eyeing her as she turns about the same shade of the white wall behind her, with fear washed all over her face.

you try to hide your smile with a serious face but honestly Izzy smirking in the back isn’t making it easy.

“and you too Jeff.” you point your finger at him, reminding them both that you are the head of the family.

“sorry mommy.” Alice mumbles, scared

‘cause obviously Santa is a big deal at her age, it would be a nightmare if he didn’t come and shower her with toys like every single year.

Izzy smirks and comes up to you, shifting his body behind you, his hands sliding down your sides, his voice drops low to your ear. “Mhm…sorry mommy.”

you chuckle but quickly put on a tough mask again and slap his shoulder lightly, shaking your head but you can’t deny that it didn’t make you blush.

“okay let’s wrap this up, c’mon. Alice you go brush your teeth and i’m gonna prepare you your pyjamas.” you order her and she quickly runs to the bathroom, making up for her bad behaviour ‘cause Santa’s watching.

Izzy chuckles but secretly he is amused by your parenting skills and how quickly you can put Alice back in her place when she misbehaves, he thought you were an amazing mother, from the moment you told him you were pregnant actually, he never doubted that you’d be a bad mom.

as Alice gets ready for bed, you walk into her room, tucking her in, reading her a christmas bedtime story before she starts to fall asleep. her eyelids are getting heavy and even though she’s very tired, she still asks for her daddy.

“is daddy going to say goodnight too?”

she asks sleepily, her voice barley above a whisper.

“of course he is, i’ll go get him baby, sleep tight and sweet dreams.” you place a soft kiss on her forehead, brushing away a few strands of hair from her face before you stand up and walk back into the living room to Izzy.

but to your surprise Izzy isn’t sprawled on the couch, half asleep, he actually isn’t there. you raise your brow, about to call out for him but he jumps from behind you, his hands wrapping around your waist and his lips going to attack your neck.

it makes your heart jump a little but you give into the content hug, you move your head to the side, allowing him to have more space to pepper kisses around.

your hand goes to his neck, your touch lingering there as you mumble.

“Izzy, she is asking for you.”

he chuckles against your neck and pulls away from you. “i’ll be back quick, don’t go anywhere.” he warns playfully, giving you a wink as he makes his way towards Alice’s room , his gaze lingers on you until he walks into her room.

𝐚/𝐧 : wanted to do one for Izzy as well, merry christmas guys ♥︎

[groupiewhoreee]

Thinking about fluffy Izzy, maybe a fic where he asks you to marry him?:)

Fallen Angel

pairing: Izzy Stradlin x Fem!Reader

warnings: none! just fluffy stuff :)

summary: in request by a lovely anon <3

It was a lovely, warm, and early morning. At a "Private" beach in Los Angeles, California. The sun beat down on the members of Guns N Roses. Izzy thought it would be a good idea to take time off at a private beach, just for fun. Little did you know, he was going to ask you to marry him, but you had no idea. Duff McKagan and Steven Adler were in the water, splashing together and tossing a beach ball across to each other, while it would soon deflate. Axl and Slash were sitting on the beach chairs, drinking alcohol, and then you and Izzy were making a sand castle together on the beach. You had a clump full of sand in your hand, and your tossed it onto the sand castle. Izzy was trying to make shapes in the sand to give the castle designs. "Maybe we could add like hearts in the castle?" You suggested. Izzy shrugged, "Whatever you want baby. I feel like a kid again," Izzy chuckled lightheartedly, now carving hearts in the castle with a stick he originally stepped on. "Wanna go in the water now? Get the sand off?" Izzy offered. You nodded, "Sure, Honey." You agreed. You got up, and Izzy took your hand and ran with you to the water, splashing in it. Izzy couldn't help but smile at you. Steven and Duff looked over at you, "Aw, look, the two love-birds," Duff teased. Izzy rolled his eyes at him. Steven tossed the ball at you, and you caught it, a light laugh leaving your mouth. You threw the ball back at him, and Steven passed it to Duff. Izzy swam towards you and left a kiss on your lips. "I love you so much, Y/N. Your so beautiful." He smiled to you, and you kissed him back. "Aw, thank you babe. I love you so much, too. Your very handsome, I couldn't ever choose someone else over you," You giggled. "You want to go back to shore?" Izzy asked. You nodded and swam back to shore with him, well, more like walking. Izzy held your hand and took you over to the side, but he grabbed something out of his bag, and hid it from you. You smiled at him, but you noticed him get down on one knee.

"Izzy? Wh-" You asked, and he cut you off. "-Y/N, I don't know how to ask this, but will you- will you marry me?" Izzy asked nervously. You gasped, your hands flew on over your mouth. You couldn't help but cry, "Yes, Yes- oh my god, yes! I'll marry you!" You cried out. Izzy smiled and you took one of ur hands away and held it out. Izzy placed the beautiful, diamond ring (of your choice) on your finger. Your lips curled up into an eager smile, and Izzy went and picked you up into a hug, and swung you into a twirl around. "I love you so much, Y/N." He smiled happily, and put you down, his hands trailed to your hips, resting his hands there. "I love you so much too, Izzy." You said, a happy tear streaming down your cheek.

[sadhornyygirl]

Just some fluff, taking care of izzy when he’s sick

I hope you like it

taking care of him

At first, it's a sneeze and a slight cough on a cold morning, which earns Izzy a dubious look. She was extremely skeptical of letting him out of the house at first, but as Izzy stated

-don't think that Doug Goldstein is going to want me to be absent and late for the band, doll.

Then she pours some tea into a thermos and sends him away with a kiss on the forehead.

The second time, it's sneezing, coughing and sniffling.

- Izzy, she's following his crouched body across the room as he gathers up his shoes and sits on the edge of the bed, bending down so he can pull on his black leather boots.

- I'm sure Doug Goldstein and the boys will understand. Stay home and let me take care of you?

She follows him as he heads to the bathroom, noting the way his feet drag across the white carpet.

- I'll be fine, kitten. It resists a little to the cold. And he shows her one of his smiles through the mirror

You jump up to sit on the bathroom counter, looking at Izzy because you have a feeling you're not going to let him out today, not until he's better. Then you bring your palm to his forehead.

- Honey, you're burning up. Even catches her off guard when she jumps

-What are you doing? Izzy asks.

She pushes him onto the bed to lie down, taking off his shoes in the process and pulling the covers up to her chin,

- don't move sir!, so she leaves to call the band's producer.

Upon returning, she gives him medicine, and puts him to sleep. You start stroking his head.

- Thanks for taking care of me, Izzy looks at her, giving her a slight smile, probably still feeling weak.

You keep your fingers stroking his hair as she looks up at him, marveling at the man before her. His eyes were tired and puffy, his skin paler than usual, accentuating the pink of his lips.

-I love taking care of your baby... She looks at him more sincerely now,

The expression on Izzy's face expresses how much he has fallen in love with the woman in front of her.

- I love you Izzy, you said

-I love you more sweetie,he whispers, closing his eyes.

[vinyldreamsfuckup]

Heyyyyy I was wondering if you do any breeding kinks and if you did can you pls do an Izzy fic where 1980s would become a dad and could you make it long around 1000 words or more? Whatever you want.Thank you!

A: of course 🫶🏻🫶🏻 I hope I did this justice. It’s embarrassing how long this took me🫣

Warnings: breading kink, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (female receiving), sassiness, submission and dominance from both izzy and reader, slightly rough, pregnancy test, praise, fluff

word count: 1.5k

One of the things you’d always loved about Izzy was how honest he was with you. He was always the more quiet and reserved one of Guns N’ Roses compared to Axl and Slash, but he was never that way with you. He would always sit with you and talk to you about his guitar or a new book he found. He’d take you on vacations around the world and drive you around on his motorcycle. But mostly, you found it incredibly endearing how honest and raw he was with you in every aspect of your relationship. Even in the bedroom. He never tried to hide how much he loved your body or hide his kinks. He always tried new things and most of all, always wanted to make sure you felt good. The both of you did the best you could to fufill his desires and kinks while still being safe. The hardest one was his breeding kink. You had sex a few times where you let him finish inside of you, but it was few and far between and you always got the morning after pill. 

However, things seemed to be getting more serious between you two. He was moved in to your apartment now and you could really see a life with him. It was pretty much all you thought about now. Everytime you two would half sex he would ask to have sex without a condom and to fuck you. Now, you were actually considering letting him and considering having a baby with him. The disappointed look on his face when you took the pill the next day was heart wrenching. Izzy got home from band practice. He looked tired and worn out. His social meter clearly was drained. 

“Hey, baby,” Izzy mumbled as he walked up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and set his head on your shoulder, “you look beautiful.”

“Hi sweetheart.Thank you,” you smiled at him. He turned and gently pressed a kiss to your neck. Your head gently fell back and he chuckled continuing to press kisses to your neck and shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful. I don’t think you even understand” Izzy breathed out as he gently pushed you against the kitchen counter. You giggled and turned to look at him. You bit back a smile and cupped his cheeks.

He leaned into your touch and smiled, “Look at you. I’m so in love with you.”

Your gaze softened and you gently kissed him. Your lips moving slowly and sensually. You could practically feel the stress leaving his body. He pulled you in closer and gripped your waist. You pulled back and bit back a smile as you looked up at him.

“How can you expect me not to fuck you senseless when you look at me like that?” Izzy breathed out, his voice raspy and full of desire.

“Oh yeah? You wanna fuck me? After your long day?” You said teasingly. 

“Oh yeah, baby,” He gently leaned your head back and whispered in your ear, “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your name. I’m going to fill you with my babies.”

You groaned and he lifted you up wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you into the bedroom. He gently tossed you onto the bed and you let out a yelp and chuckled as your back hit the mattress. He crawled up and connected your lips in a kiss. You kissed him back passionately and carefully started to undo his pants. He groaned as he felt your hands on him. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot. So beautiful,” Izzy mumbled as he kissed down your neck. You pushed his pants off and he pulled off your shirt, “God look at you.”

He gently kissed down your chest and unhooked your bra. He kissed across your breasts and swirled his tongue across your nipples. A soft moan left your lips and he smiled, satisfied with the noise. You carefully undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt and he groaned against your chest, “Let me fill you up. Please”

You gently slid the shirt off his shoulders and looked down at him. He met your gaze, “You can cum inside baby.”

His eyes lit up and he eagerly pulled off your stretchy shorts, “Are you positive?”

You chuckled and nodded. “Yes baby, I’m sure.”

He smiled and kissed your neck. You pumped your hand down his length earning a loud moan, “Fuck…you’re amazing.”

You chuckled and pumped him feeling him grow harder under your grip. He moaned and slightly bit down on your neck. You let out a soft breath and focused your hand on his tip as precum soaked your hand. 

“God baby, I need you,” He breathed out. You lined him up with your core and gently rubbed him along your slick to tease him. He whined a needy moan, “Oh my god please..baby please.”

You gently licked your lips and looked at him, “Beg me again.”

He smirked and kissed your collarbone, “Please baby. I need you. I need to fill you with my cum. Be a good girl.”

“Oh honey, I think you can do better than that,” You chuckled out and slowed your movements. You slowly pumped him earning a needy whine. 

“Please baby…please,” Izzy whined out. You chuckled and pulled your hand back. The second your hand left his cock he pushed into you. Both of you let out a loud moan. 

His hips rocked into you as he lifted your leg and held it tightly against his hip adjusting the angle. He fell into you deeper than before and a long moan left your mouth, “Oh fuck…Izzy…”

He leaned his head back as he roughly rammed into you slamming against your walls. He groaned out in pleasure. You moaned out and your back arched as he hit every breathtaking spot, “Izzy…Izzy baby oh my god.”

“That’s it, baby,” Izzy said breathlessly, “Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how badly you want my cum. How badly you want me to fill you up.”

A long, whiny moan left your mouth, “Izzy yes…please baby.”

Izzy rammed into you faster and harder earning a loud, pleasure-filled whimper.

“Fuck…you’re so pretty,” Izzy said breathlessly as he relentlessly rolled his hips into you. Sweat started to coat both of your bodies. You felt the familiar ball formed in your abdomen. 

“Izzy..’m close…” You whined. 

“Fuck baby…god me too…” Izzy whimpered his hips rolling into you faster. You fluttered around him and he let out a loud groan.

Your body writhed against him and you let out a loud moan as you clenched around him and came. He let out a loud groan and angled your hips back as he came filling your insides with his hot cum. 

“God look at you,” Izzy said breathlessly as he slowly pushed his seed further into you, “Taking it. Filling you with our babies. Such a good girl.”

After a moment, he carefully pulled out of you. Strings of his cum fell out as he pulled out. Izzy let out a breath, “Jesus…”

He laid down next to you and pulled you close to him and whispered into your hair, “So beautiful filled with my cum.”

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his torso and cuddled into him. Your body was so relaxed you felt like jelly. You didn’t even want to move. 

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A month passed and you hadn’t gotten your period. You and Izzy decided that you wouldnt take the morning after pill and see what happened. Which you weren’t upset about, in fact, it actually made you kind of excited to think about being pregnant with Izzy’s baby. You sat anxiously on the edge of your bed staring at the pregnancy test that was developing on the dresser. Izzy walked into your room and looked over at you a fresh beer in his hand. His eyebrows furrowed.

“What are you doing?” He asked with a small chuckle and took a sip of his beer. 

You gestured over to the pregnancy test. He followed your hand and his eyes widened, “Wait really?”

He came over and sat next to you on the bed. You nodded and looked up at him. He smiled and set his beer down. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in closer, “Whatever it says I want you to you know I love you so much and I will always be here.”

You melted into his touch and smiled, “I love you so much, Izzy.”

The timer went off and you glanced over at the dresser. You took a deep breath and stood up. You grabbed the test with a shaky hand and looked at Izzy, “We got this baby.”

You nodded and looked down at the test. A smile spread across your face at the positive test. Izzy popped up, “Are we having a baby?” 

You chuckled and nodded. He scooped you into a hug lifting you off the ground, “Oh my god! We’re having a baby!”

He set you down and cupped your face between his hands. Tears filled his eyes and he kissed you tenderly, “God I love you.”

“I love you too…so much,” You responded with a smile. He gently placed a hand on your stomach. 

“And I love you too,” Izzy said with a huge smile.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

heyy can you write smut about izzy or duif (or both) joining the mile hugh club with the reader

A/n: I was legally required to do both

Warnings: smut, double stuffed, unprotected sex, plain sex, fingering (f receiving), Ora sex (m receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Part 2

You’d been dating Duff for over a year now and he finally offered to take you to on tour with him. You were so excited because they were going to most of the places on your bucket list and you couldn’t wait to go with Duff.

You knew he had anxiety with planes and got everything you could think of to help keep him calm, even when he said that a quickie in the bathroom before you boarded would help you didn’t hesitate.

Of course the band noticed but no one said anything.

On the first flight, a short one, only a few hours, you noticed Izzy had been shamelessly staring at you. You tried to get Duff to notice but even when he did he didn’t seem to care.

You didn’t mind all to much, you’d always thought that Izzy was hot. They were the tallest in the band, of course it had crossed your mind what it would be like to have both of them. Every time you thought of it you brushed it off, it would be wrong, right? You had a boyfriend who loved you and you loved him.

But, it wouldn’t exactly be cheating, right? If they were both there, sharing you. It wouldn’t be bad… right?

The second flight was the longest. It was an over night flight which meant that you got bedrooms, of course you and Duff shared one.

You tried to stick by Duff as much as possible since Izzy kept trailing around you, brushing past you when there was much too much room for him to need to, eyes wandering over you. You hated that whenever he did that, biting his lip and sighing, it sent shivers down your spine and hear pooling at you cunt.

When it started to get dark you asked Duff if he wanted to go to bed. He agreed and just said he had to go to the bathroom.

You thought it would be fine, you hadn’t seen Izzy in a while… you hadn’t seen him…

You continued making your way down the plane until you got to yours and Duffs room, checking both ways to make sure no one was there before slipping into the room.

You let out a sigh of relief until you heard an odd noise and opened your eyes to find Izzy sitting by your opened suitcase, a pair of your panties in his hand and shoved into his face, his other hand occupied with his hard and leaky cock.

You gasped softly and stared at him wide eyed, though you couldn’t help but get turned on by the sight.

Izzy turned to look at you, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” You asked and a hushed yell.

Izzy chuckled lowly as he continued to stroke himself. “I think you know what I’m doing.” You glanced back to the door.

“But-but what about Duff?” Izzy stood and came over to you. His hands went to your hips and he pushed you against the door, towering over you, his dick hitting his abdomen.

“What about Duff?” He asked. When you didn’t respond he closed the gap. You told yourself to push him away but you didn’t want to and your body knew just as much.

Izzy led you over to the bed and crawled on top of you as his hands continued to caress your sides and your chest. It felt so good, he tasted like cigarettes and smelled like expensive cologne. Your hands went to the back of his head, tangling in his dyed black hair and holding him close to you as his tongue slipped past your lips.

You were both fighting to get each other’s clothes off while not wanting to break the kiss. Everything was happening so fast and it was all so hot you didn’t even notice the door opening.

“Alright, Izzy, guess I owe you.” Duff said as he stood by the door, a grin on his face. You tried to push Izzy off but he didn’t want to stop. Grudgingly he rolled off of you with a groan.

“Duff, I-I can explain-!” You couldn’t but you had to try. Duff just shook his head and came over to you, sitting next to you on the bed.

“Don’t worry about it, it was just a bet.” He said, throwing an arm around you and kissing your cheek.

Here you were in nothing but an unclasped bra, panties and pants bunched up around your ankles with Izzy beside you, his shirt unbuttoned, pants and underwear thrown somewhere. To top it all off your boyfriend was beside you acting as if nothing was wrong.

“You had a bet?” You asked looking between the two of them.

“You always get shy and nervous and I come around.” Izzy said sitting up and leaning into you.

“One time you called me Izzy.” Duff said. You looked up at him with sad eyes.

“I did?” You asked.

“You were, like, half asleep.” He said in a reassuring tone.

“So, what was the bet?” You asked, looking between them again.

“Wanted to see how long it took for me to get into your pants.” Izzy gleamed.

“I thought you could hold out at least a few more hours.” Duff said with a laugh. “Guess not.” His voice was airy as he started to kiss down your neck, biting at sensitive spots. Izzy went back to your lips, this time not waiting to explore your mouth.

Both their hands groped and tugged at your body, easily getting you out of the rest of your clothes and following shortly after. They kept you between them, taking turns grabbing your chest and playing with your clit.

Two of Izzy’s fingers were stuffed inside you, taking his time stretching you out so they wouldn’t hurt you. Duff kept busy with his mouth on your skin, his hands on your tits.

“Hah-ngh fuck.” You sighed. “M’close, please.”

“Please, what?” Izzy teased, his fingers still moving inside you.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure. “Keep doing that, please.” Izzy chuckled and continued just as you’d asked. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge until your back arched. You held Izzy’s hand in place as you fucked yourself on them through your high. Duff held you tightly, still kissing wherever he had access.

“Might as well go all the way now, huh?” Duff whispered in your ear.

You let them manhandle your body so you were on your hands and knees, Duff behind you and Izzy in front. Izzy tapped his tip against you, spreading his pre-cum over your bruised lips. Duff gathered your slick through your folds with his dick, using it as lube before he pushed into you.

Your jaw dropped open as a moan left you and Izzy took the opportunity to slip down your throat.

They found a good rhythm, rocking you back and forth on their cocks. It felt so good. You were practically a rotisserie chicken for them, waiting to be stuffed.

Duff noticed you reach to touch yourself. A grin pulled at his lips and he moved the angle he was thrusting into you with so he’d hit that special spot inside you that had you seeing stars, and he hit it over and over again, snapping his hips into you repeatedly.

Just your one hand wasn’t enough to keep you up and you collapsed. Izzy slipped from your mouth and he laughed when your face was forced into the mattress.

He lifted you up, moving you so you’d be sat up and squished between him and Duff. Izzy teased your clit with his member and your eyes widened at the realization of what he was aiming to do.

You shook your head in protest. “No, no, not gonna fit, s’not gonna fit.”

“How would you know?” Izzy asked, forcibly spreading your legs to make room for him.

“She’s probably done this before.” Duff said into your ear. “Always fantasized about this, probably practiced with toys, hm?”

“Just wants to be filled.” Izzy grinned. “Insatiable little slut.” He said through gritted teeth as he pushed into you.

It stung, you definitely had not been prepped for this. They knew. Izzy didn’t push all the way in and he didn’t move, neither did Duff. This was your fantasy, this is what you wanted, what would be the point if you didn’t enjoy it?

“Look at that,” Duff muttered, “taking us so good.” He kissed the back of your neck.

“Just let us know when you want us to move, sweetheart.” Izzy chimed with a soft, comforting smile.

They held you, running their hands up and down your sides, planting gentle kisses all over your face, neck and collarbone.

It still hurt when you told them to move, they knew so they went slow. It didn’t take long for it to start feeling good. It took even less time for it to start feeling very good.

Duff was never quiet, always grunting and groaning in your ear, occasionally moaning even. And that was before he had the extra sensation of something else rubbing him on the inside. Moans left him and tasted like honey, his hands clenching around nothing over and over again.

Izzy was quiet. He always was, when it came to interviews, social events, he was always quiet. But the way he stared at you made your stomach flutter, and not just because his head kept prodding it. His eyes were like an ocean you were happily drowning in, he didn’t make much noise but praises left him like it was his first language.

You couldn’t control anything, your thoughts, your voice, your body. Everything was reacting based on pure pleasure and instinct.

You were so lost in the moment you didn’t even feel your high approaching until your body was shaking and you heard Izzy and Duff moaning loudly at the feeling of you tightening around them, sucking them in and bringing them to their own highs.

Their cum hit your gummy walls and you felt them twitching inside of your as your cunt milked them for all they were worth.

You cling to Izzy, wrapping your arms around his neck, Duff clung to you and Izzy gripped your waist.

“Was that all you were imagining?” Izzy asked with a grin. You nodded tiredly.

“Thought it would be…” You trailed off. “Harder.” You smiled.

“Oh, is that so?” Duff asked in an amused tone. “I think we could make that happen.”

Izzy shrugged. “It’s a long flight.”

“What the fuck…” A soft, raspy voice came from the door. There was Slash without a shirt and his jeans undone with his jaw slacked.

[aishnico]

#𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃: 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦

» summary: the famous guitarist of guns n’ roses is not sure what he feels towards you

» word count: 3.2k (wOOOOO)

» warnings: cringey stuff (help 🙄🙄), alchohol, drugs, not cheating but you might take it personally (?) suggestive content, he’s a bitch until the last parts, fluff at the end (?), grammar issues (as always)

“so, what’s up with that girl in that music shop?” duff asked his curly-haired friend while drinking his vodka.

his friend yawned. “huh, who?”

“the girl in the music shop, you even invited her to our last concert. izzy said he saw you two on outside.”

he blinked a few times. then realization hit him. “ooh, you’re talking about miss fortune,” he then started to laugh like an idiot. “be ready to hear what will come.”

he didn't care about you, at first. he just thought you were a cute girl who was in charge of one of his favorite music stores when sometimes the owner, your dad, wasn't around. you would look at him impressed and with adoration whenever he played one of the greatest guitar solos. your reaction would cause him to chuckle and boost his ego.

you wondered since when he was playing and how many hours he was practicing a day. of course, your mouth was wide open when you heard the answer. you acted like you weren't believing him, but deep down, you knew it was mostly true.

after some time, he asked you to attend one of his band's shows to see more of his guitar capabilities. and it's not like a famous rock star asks you this every day. so you accepted his offer.

the show was crazy; his bandmates were also crazy and flirtatious as fuck, but they killed the show. you were looking for him after the show. then saw his friends taking drugs while a couple of half-naked chicks were sitting by their sides. you assumed he was going to join them, but you saw him outside trying to light his cigarette. but you grabbed it from his hands with a sly smile. he furrowed his eyebrows.

"c'mon, girl, give it back."

"there are better things to do than this. what are you doing here?"

"just went for some fresh air. the atmosphere inside is making my head hurt today. guess i'm not in the mood."

"this," you pointed his lighter. "doesn't make fresh air. also, won't this make your head hurt more?"

he rolled his eyes at you. "and what are you suggesting?"

that was the first moment when he thought you were, strange. more strange and different than the girls he has ever met. he never thought you would bring him to a chinese tea shop. and he wasn't expecting you to pay for both of you. he had never tried this type of tea before. hell, when was the last time he even drank tea?

the waiters even offered both of you fortune cookies. he thought they were nothing but bullshit. who would even believe in them? of course, you would.

"how can you even believe in these?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows at the cookie.

"well, i don't know about you, but for me, most of them are true!"

"i've never eaten this before."

"come on! how about the fortune cards? have you tried them before?"

"no. like i said, they are all bullshit." he said with a strict tone.

"at least eat the cookie."

he did as you said and broke the cookie in half. he didn't even look at the mini-paper and wrinkled it. then saw your sad puppy eyes looking at him. he sighed and straightened the paper without showing it to you.

'the thing you might be looking for is nearer than you think.'

what does that even mean? he furrowed his eyebrows again. "what does it say?" you asked him excitedly, and he wrinkled the paper and put it in his pocket.

"you're no fun." you muttered.

"and you are the most hilarious person i've ever met. it's getting late. let's go."

"would you accompany me?" you asked with a teasing tone.

usually, when he would go on his 'dates', he would call a cab for them. he doesn't remember when he accompanied them on a walk or when he agreed to accompany you now.

he listened to your beliefs about those fortune things he found bullshit, how tea is better than coffee and country music is actually nice to listen to, which he disagrees with on both. you two didn't have any common things at all. but he found it amusing to argue about things about which you didn't have the same opinion as him.

you were now standing before your house. you smiled at him. "thank you for the company."

he shrugged. "i mean, you asked me to do it so..."

"yeah yeah, good night, saul." you planted a kiss on his cheek before entering your house. he stood there for a couple of seconds. then started to walk fast to the street to find a cab. he had already lost a lot of time.

"she then kissed my cheek, and she probably thinks we're dating or something." the guitarist laughed at his sentence with duff. he took another roll of cocaine.

"i think she did that because she wanted to tease you?" duff asked.

"tease me? man, i don't even have eyes on her. she's weird. not in a bad way, though."

"don't tease her himself. girls like her may think you're in love with her or something."

"trust me, she's like the last person to fall in love with."

that was what he has been telling himself since your little 'date'. he didn't bother to contact you, neither did you. he thought you were just acting indifferent.

he almost forgot you while he was on tour. every day traveling to another city, playing the same songs, meeting with new chicks, and sometimes making out with them...

it has been almost a month and a half since you saw each other. they were in los angeles again, working on a new album. one day, he received a phone call from the owner of his favorite music shop. the shopkeeper told him that there were new pedals and equipments for electric guitars at the shop. he got excited and went on his way to the shop.

he spent about an hour there, testing new guitars and equipments on them. however, he decided he didn't need them for now. he thanked the shopkeeper, and before leaving, he saw a familiar picture of a woman behind the cash point.

what he did not expect was that the woman in the picture, you, was the shopkeeper's daughter.

"haven't you met with my daughter yet? strange... i remember that she told me that a famous guitarist would come here often while i had something to do."

"i... don't remember her."

"hm, i don't think you can see her often here from now on. she's in college, so she doesn't have much time for her dad anymore, I guess." he coughed.

"what's her major?"

"english literature, i believe"

"cool... anyway, take care." the guitarist answered when he was about to leave the shop. before he could pull the door, somebody else pulled. you.

both his and your eyes wide open. you smiled at him sincerely. "what a pleasing surprise! we met again." you chuckled.

"oh? isn't that our little miss fortune?" he seemed to remember now.

"miss fortune? that's not the best way to describe me but okay. i'm in a hurry, but i'd like to meet you tonight at the tea shop where we went about a month ago. bye!" you rushed inside without saying anything else.

"hey! when should i come?"

your father grinned at him and the guitarist left the shop.

why did i say that..? the man thought to himself. i probably sounded desperate to see her or something. ugh...

he made his way towards the local bar where he and his bandmates would usually hang out. maybe he could kill some time before heading to the tea shop. he just wanted to lay on a couch for a while but couldn't say no to a pretty lady who wanted to share her bottle of jack daniels with him.

"waiting for someone, handsome?"

"i'm waiting for someone, actually."

"hm, unpunctual people are not up to good."

"actually, i don't know why am i waiting."

"are you waiting for a date?"

"i don't think it's a date, just a hangout."

"well, i don't think you should wait too long for a hangout. you have nothing to do better?"

"guess no"

"well, i think there is." the lady smirked at him before attacking his neck with kisses and bites. the man threw his head back and inhaled. he gave her more permission to attack. eventually, he got turned on, pulled her head off, and connected their lips before heading to the nearest toilet.

it was almost 9 p.m. and only now did he remember he needed to go after washing his face. his head was exploding. he still didn't know why he was heading there. he certainly did not have feelings for you. he didn't find you super attractive, and he didn't find a reason to hang out with you often.

were you friends? he also didn't think so. maybe you would complain about him to his father like a little girl, and then your father would forbid him to come to his shop? that thought was hilarious to him.

after about half an hour, he was standing before the tea shop. when he looked through the window, he saw no one there except a ginger employee. he then hesitated but entered inside.

"i'm sorry sir, but we're closing here after ten minutes." the ginger woman told him before going to the personal room to change her clothes.

he huffed at himself. it was just a waste of time for him. why did he even bother? he asked this question to himself for the nth time.

he made his way to the door but stopped once he heard a door opening sound from behind. he returned his face to the sound and saw you with a shocked expression, but it turned into a relaxing small smile.

"you came..."

"you called."

then your ginger friend got out of personal room and tapped your shoulder. "we're closing in ten minutes. make your last order, then close the shop, alright?"

you nodded. "good night!"

"good night!"

you both watched her leave, then looked at each other awkwardly. "i thought you wouldn't show up."

"i planned to come here earlier, but..."

"but..." you repeated after him and got closer to him. your happy face dropped off. you looked at his neck full of hickies. "guess mosquitoes nagged you." you gave him a small smile.

"oh, is that much visible? my friends will tease the shit out of me."

you didn't reply and made your way toward the cash point. "what can i make for you?" 

he looked at the tea chart for a couple of seconds. "you know what? make the tea we both drank when we were here."

"i don't remember which we drank."

"then make your favorite. make two cups of them."

"oh? you seem pretty thirsty." you teased him.

"nah, that's for you. you treated me that time. now i want to repay."

you nodded. "oh, so that's why you came here. to repay me."

this thought never passed through his mind but he chose to lie. "yeah, pretty much." you didn't look up to him but nodded.

after a couple of minutes, you put two cups of tea on the tray and went to where he was sitting. you placed his tea in front of him. "thank you."

you sat next to him. admiring people from afar. a lady and her boyfriend were clinging to each other to get warm. an old lady was struggling with her walker and her son (or someone else) was trying to help her. three children running on pavements while laughing (why were they outside at this hour?)

but he could care less about the outside. he was admiring you. he was admiring how soft your expression was. how you looked cute when you're puffing the steam from tea. how slowly you're drinking it, but it is still hot, and you manage to burn the tip of your tongue a little bit. he chuckled at himself.

"what's funny?" you pouted at him.

"you. you're funny."

you rolled your eyes at him. "you're annoying, mind your business."

"what happened to your lovey-dovey attitude? i still remember that kiss." he teased you.

"ugh, don't remind me. i cringe every time i remember this. god knows what was i thinking... besides, i know that meant nothing to you."

"ooh, how do you know that?"

"because you would try to contact me, at least passing by that music shop. but you never did these for the past month. you just chased some mosquitoes, and they chase you back."

he laughed at this. "why do i feel like we're arguing like we're actually a couple?"

you didn't know how to reply, so you continued to sip your tea. you didn't talk until you finished your tea. you looked at his side and saw that his cup was full.

"you didn't even take a sip."

"i waited for it to be cold."

"trust me, it is now. but i have to close the shop. drink it or give it to me." you said while reaching your hand to him. but he quickly grabbed the cup and drank it all at once.

your mouth was wide open. you blinked a few times. "this is not some tequila okay?! you can't just one-shot it!"

"who says?" he replied while heading to the cash point. you followed him there and finished your cleaning and checking the last things before heading door with him.

after locking the door you looked at him. you thought he wanted to say something so you waited patiently.

"thank you." was all he said. you lowered your head, and smiled at yourself. "i shall thank you. for the free tea."

"i forgot to thank you at that time. and i thank you now for your kindness."

he would never thought these words would actually leave his mouth. like, he was a completely different person now.

"you're welcome, i hope you enjoyed your tea."

"trust me, i did."

"well, i'm glad." you looked at him now. after a brief moment of silence, you coughed. "i should get going. you should too. don't drink too much at this hour. huh, why would you listen to me?" you lowered your voice at the end but he heard it anyway.

"i already drank today. and i have no desire to drink again. not now, but surely tomorrow."

"alright, good night saul. take care."

you smiled again and started to walk on your way. "wait!" you heard him calling you so you stopped. he immediately came next to you.

"would you want me to company you?"

you chuckled at yourself. "i do not want to waste your time."

"trust me, you won't."

what was that again? what did he just say? he completely agreed that he was just someone else right now. but his stomach got hurt so much when you sincerely smiled again. it wasn't pain, it was something else. it feels like something quivers in his stomach and the breath from his lungs is leaving.

he feels exhilaration.

"are you okay? you're trembling," you asked him worriedly, caressing both of his arms.

he feels like he is about to explode.

"the weather- yes, the weather is... getting cold. we should get going."

"look, you don't have to come with me. my house isn't far from here anyway. you're shaking. just find a cab and head to your home. you won't be happy when you get sick and you have to be at the studio at that moment."

oh how sincere you were in your words and how caring you were towards him.

"i'm gonna be fine," he smirked and you both started to walk next to each other.

both of you didn't talk. although the silence wasn't disturbing. it was a comfortable one. million thoughts were flying inside his head right now. he was mainly thinking about your current situation. what you two were? what you were to him? was this feeling temporary? was this feeling gonna hunt him constantly? he didn't know.

the only thing he knew was that he had to find a reason to hang out with you again.

he wanted to know more about you. wanted to hear about your college life and lessons. want to know about your family and friends. wanted to know your favorite color, food, animal, movie, and more. he wanted to learn about you more.

"are you feeling warm yet?" you broke the long silence. but it seemed like he was in his deep thoughts.

"saul?" you called him. he then came back to reality and looked at you. "

"huh? excuse me, i was thinking about something."

"i asked if you're feeling warm yet."

"oh, yeah. pretty much."

"good."

a silence occurred between you once again. this time, he broke it. with saying something unexpected.

"although i would feel completely warm if you make me a soup."

you laughed hysterically. "i bet those chicks make hella delicious soups."

"nah, i don't think so. i want to try your meals someday."

he didn't care about it anymore. he didn't care anymore if he was being someone else. he liked it

"someday... someday seems cool."

"your behavior did really change. i would lie if i say i don't miss the old lovey-dovey miss fortune [name]."

"h-huh? don't call me miss fortune. i'm not interested in that stuff that much now. besides, unlike you, i love this saul."

"oh? you don't like my old me?"

"he was salty, but he was okay. i would still hang out with him."

he couldn't hide his smile but managed to hide his slightly flushed cheeks. even if he was being like this, or normal himself, you would still be next to him.

finally, you both were standing in front of your house. you inhaled and looked at him. "thank you for your accompany."

he just shrugged, couldn't find anything to say. so you cleaned your throat. "good night, saul. take care."

"you too, good night."

you smiled and before you pulled the door he called you by your name. you turned your head at him.

"no good night kisses?" he asked with a cheeky tone. you just rolled your eyes at him playfully. "don't tease me, boy, now go and get some sleep."

"woah woah woah woah- you know what it feels like to me? like i just skipped a big part of a romance novel." duff laid on the couch, almost going to sleep right there.

"i know it happened in one night but, i'm telling you. this time, wasn't like the first time. the first time i really wanted to walk away from there. but this time, i didn't want it to end."

"congratulations on your new hook-up then. just know, i'm gonna make it shorter by saying she's the last person to fall in love with."

"hey, mind your own business!"

"fine fine..." the bassist yawned loudly before slowly drifting off.

they didn't talk for a few minutes since saul was lost in his thoughts again. then something clicked in his mind.

there weren't two versions of him. there wasn't this cheeky and normal saul. there was only one. and that only one have…

he broke the silence.

"dude, i think i've fallen in love with her for real."

the bassist woke up and dropped his bottle of vodka to the floor. "you what?!"

[meikadonnelly]

|| izzy stradlin ||

izzy stradlin x fem reader

you and izzy have an argument

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

angst/fluff at the end.

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

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

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

“No,” he interrupts loudly.

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me?” he says, glaring at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m here for you okay?” you whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

[gnrswife]

Izzy stradlin X fem!reader

words:838

warnings:none..?

You and the band are backstage hanging out after a show. You're with your boyfriend Izzy, talking about what y'all are gonna do when the tour's over.

You and Izzy met two years ago before Guns N' Roses got famous. You were hanging out with your friends at a bar when you had to use the bathroom. As you were turning the corner, Izzy bumped into you. Izzy never believed in love at first sight, but when he saw you, he swore he felt his heart beat faster. He immediately wanted to know you, so he introduced himself and asked for your number. You gave it to him, and the next morning, he called to meet up. After a few weeks of hanging out, he asked you out and later introduced you to the band. Everyone in the band loved you as you were a breath of fresh air, different from the groupies that always tried to pave their way into their lives. Except for Axl, that is. Axl loves you in a friend way, of course, but sometimes he feels like you're always taking Izzy's time away from the band.

Back to now. As you and Izzy are talking, you get thirsty. "Izzy, I'm gonna go get a drink. I'll be back," you say softly, so softly that he wouldn't have caught it if y'all weren't close. Izzy nods his head and in a soft tone replies, "Alright, baby, don't take long, okay? Longer than two minutes, and I'm finding you." You laugh, "Okay, Iz."

You head to the beverage table and grab a Coke and a water bottle. As you walk back to Izzy, you notice that Axl is talking to him, so you sit silently next to Izzy, drinking your Coke and smiling at Axl, waiting for him to finish. Axl nods his head to you. "Izzy... can we go back to the hotel in 20 minutes?" you say softly, but Axl hears it and scoffs, "Really? Y'all barely hang out with us, and you want to leave already? You're a pushover, Y/N," Axl says, chuckling at the end.

Izzy looks at him, "What the fuck did you just say?" he asks in an angry low tone, getting protective over you. Axl smirks, "I said your girlfriend's a pushover, that's what I said." You look at Axl, hurt. You didn't think you were a pushover. Then you think about all the times when Izzy would stay home when he was supposed to meet up with the band but stayed home because you asked. "Am I a pushover?" you think.

Izzy stands up, and so does Axl. Izzy gets in Axl's face. "Don't," Izzy says as he pushes Axl back. As Axl stumbles back a little, Izzy pushes him again. "Ever call her a pushover. She isn't, and you know that shit." The rest of the guys look over, confused, and stand up in case a fight breaks out. Slash comes up to you and grabs your arm. "Hey, come over here," Slash says, taking your hand and standing in front of you a bit, not wanting anything to happen to you.

Axl chuckles a little, "Come on, Iz... you know I'm joking. I wouldn't disrespect her for real." Izzy shakes his head. "Fuck you, you shouldn't even be joking about shit to begin with," he says as he storms off and slams the door.

Everyone goes silent. Axl looks at you, "Y/N, you know I was messing around, right? I didn't mean that, and if it made you upset, I'm sorry. I didn't know he was gonna blow up like that," he says in a sincere tone.

You look at him and shake your head. "No, it's alright... it was just a joke," you say, giving him a light smile, not really knowing what else to say. You look at the guys and say, "Bye." Slash is still holding your hand and squeezes it softly as he says goodbye. You hurry out of the room to look for Izzy. You see him in the corner smoking a cigarette.

He sees you and walks up to you, kissing you softly on the lips. "Hey, baby. I'm sorry for leaving you in there. I just had to leave before I did something I'd regret in front of you. You okay? He didn't say anything after I left, did he?" he says lowly. You can tell he's still angry but trying to suppress it.

You gently grab his face. "No, baby, he didn't say anything to me, only that he was sorry." Izzy listens to you, nods his head slowly, and looks you in the eye. "You know I would never let anything happen to you, okay?" he says as he presses his forehead against yours and kisses you passionately. You smile, "Yeah, I know, baby," as you lean into him. He wraps his arms around you and rocks you back and forth. "Let's go home now," Izzy says and kisses your cheek.

an: this is the first story ive written that wasnt smut...character improvement i guess. anywho please rate this because idk how to feel about it😭 OH!! and im posting a smut later abt izzy bcs he won on the poll thing

[hollywoodroses]

I’m fat? (a requested duff mckagan blurb)

this is for the anon who wanted a duff mckagan fluff fan fiction story.

Duff takes care of you after you realize you gained a few lbs. You later find out you are six weeks pregnant.

no warnings, just sweet kisses and cuddles 🥺

minors can interact

You stand in-front of your full length mirror trying to put on a bikini. Trying to suck in your stomach, you feel like it is no use. Sighing in sadness you call your boyfriend.

“Duff baby, I need you”.

He comes running into the room, worried about you because you sound so unhappy.

“Whats wrong, baby girl?”

“My bikini looks funny, I’m fat”. You say with a tear in your eye.

Duff walks slowly towards you and gives you a bear hug. You breathe in his scent of sandalwood. Closing your eyes, you fall into bed together and cuddle. Duff whispers sweet words of love towards you and kisses your stomach. You fall asleep in each others arms.

The next day while Duff is still sleeping you drive to the local pharmacy to get a pregnancy test. You knew both you and Duff were always sober and safe when making love but anything could’ve happened in the heat of the moment.

When you get home, Duff is still sleeping. You sneak into the bathroom and take the test. You wait with shaking hands for the results. Once the one minute time is up, you check the pregnancy stick and see two lines confirming the test is positive. The estimated length of your pregnancy is six weeks.

You rush into the bedroom to wake Duff up with the good news. You were not expecting to have children yet but you knew you wanted Duff to be your baby daddy eventually.

“Duff, wake up I have news”. You yell.

Duff jumps out of bed in a hurry, slips and falls to the ground. You giggle over his clumsiness.

“Duff, I think I’m pregnant.” You announce to him.

He smiles with joy and runs to hug you. When he has you in his arms his hand lightly sits on your stomach, thinking of the baby that would as charming as you.

the end

[duffslut]

Easy Rider

Modern! Izzy Stradlin x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 917

Warnings: Fluff!

Taglist: @guns-n-roses-gal @a4tumnvenice @used-to-love-her-06 @changbinsdummythiccahrms @guitarsfan @em-21 @their80smichelle @svrgs-blog @rocketttqueennn @wiifitboard @unknownperson246 @fxcethestrange @lovergirl4slash @rottoneggs01 @metallical0ver @brunette-barbie4562 @appetiteforattitude @prettypersuasion @gyaas @nenynra @brezeblog @damianodavds @ch3rry-earrings @hauntedrosie

You held Izzy's waist with your arms wrapped around him as he sped up the motorcycle, the cold wind making your hair fly in the air.

- Izzy, it's freezing! - You complained, getting off the bike, rubbing your own arms trying to warm your body against the freezing wind.

Izzy got off the bike without a care in the world, as if the cold didn't affect him, it was cloudy and there was no chance of the sun appearing later, but even so, Izzy had insisted that you went to the beach with him, and you had no choice when he lifted you out of bed and carried you to his motorcycle.

- You get used to it. - Izzy said, giving you a quick kiss on the lips and then putting his jacket over you. - Let's walk!

You two held hands and began walking along the beach, the sand warmed your feet, and as you walked, the freezing cold left your body, the beach was empty, and you and Izzy talked and laughed, every now and then having to run from the water that almost touched your feet. At one point, the two of you sat down on the sand, using Izzy's jacket to cover both of your backs, a few weak rays of sunlight struggled to escape through the clouds and you rested your head on Izzy's shoulder to admire the sky and the sea in front of you.

- You're the best company I could ask for. - Izzy said suddenly, bringing your focus back to him.

- You too. - You said, your gaze meeting his before you gave him a calm and loving kiss on the lips, the soft palm of his hand touched your cheek, caressing your skin, and even after your lips parted, his hand remained on your face.

You noticed the weather clearing up as the sun finally came out for a few minutes, brightening Izzy's face in front of you and you had a crazy idea.

- What do you think... - You started to say and then held his hand with yours, kissing the tip of his fingers - We go into the water just a little bit? - You asked giving him a playful smile.

He arched an eyebrow, but you didn't give him time to decide. You stood up and pulled him along with you, running to the water, but as soon as the wave touched your feet you recoiled, running back to the sand shaking your head and crossing your arms over your chest. Terrible idea. The sea water was freezing and the sun that was still shining in the sky wasn't enough to give you the courage you thought you had.

Izzy, with his feet in the water, looked at you convinced.

- No, no, no, You're coming in with me. - He said approaching you, and you took steps back, starting to get desperate. - That was your idea. - He shouted with an evil smile on his lips.

You screamed and begged Izzy not to do it but it was no use, there you were, trapped in his body like a child, with your legs crossed around his hips and your arms around his neck.

- No!! Izzy!! - You screamed and held on tighter to his body as he walked back into the water, soaking his pants and then leaning forward, making his body touch the water for a few seconds.

- Not so bad, huh? - He asked and you used your hand to throw water on him.

- You fucker. - You said it pretending to be upset, but as soon as you reached the sand again, you kissed him, sliding your fingers down the back of his neck, feeling his tongue run through your mouth and your teeth.

Izzy carried you to the bike again so you wouldn't get dirty with the sand now that you were wet but he didn't mind getting his own pants dirty, wich you found incredibly adorable of him.

-I'm hungry. - You muttered as you got on the bike, the sun leaving the beach with you, leaving the weather cloudy again and darker than before.

Izzy, about to start the bike, just patted your knee as if to say "I got this". You held his waist again and rested your head on his back, feeling the wind begin to dry your clothes as he rode.

As he drove through the incredibly deserted streets, probably due to the bad weather, a drop of rain fell on your skin and you looked up, It wasn't long before it started to rain heavily and Izzy had to stop at a Cafe bar in the middle of the road, there were few people inside, most of them playing pool and drinking beer, You and Izzy walked over to a quieter table, in the part where people were eating, and sat on the padded benches, watching the window panes fog up from the sudden rain.

- What a day, huh? - Izzy commented.

You were used to it, every day with Izzy was a different adventure, it was his free spirit that made you fall in love with him.

- I'll have a cherry vanilla milkshake and fries please. - You asked the waitress.

- Pancakes and coffee. - Izzy ordered, handing over the menu.

You chuckled at the difference in orders, the place was actually quite cozy, and you and Izzy watched the men play pool while your food still didn't arrive, it was a good day after all.

[slutforgnr]

Hi I don’t know what you’re comfortable writing with but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Izzy’s wife (the reader) is on her period and he helps her through the pain

Thank you! ❤️

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟!

it’s a chilly winter evening, you’re curled up on the couch, your body aching and cramping from your monthly visitor. you have been laying there for hours now, trying to distract yourself with tv shows from the relentless pain.

Izzy had noticed your discomfort, so he placed his guitar down and walked over to the kitchen to make you some chamomile tea to soothe the pain in your stomach.

“hey baby, how are you feeling?” Izzy asked softly, sitting down beside you and handing you the mug with a charming smile, rubbing your back soothingly.

you look over at him with weary eyes.

“i’m okay, just you know…the usual. thank you for the tea.” you lean to his side, taking a sip out of the hot tea.

he wraps his arm around you, watching you with a smile. he didn’t know a lot about periods but by the time he has been with you, he got to know you better, what helps you through this and he always tried to be a helpful.

“you don’t need to thank me honey.” he mumbles, watching you in adoration, thinking what did he do to deserve such a beautiful girlfriend?

you placed the mug on the coffee table and leaned back into the couch cushions, you twitched slightly when you felt a cramp, you sighed in pain as your head fell on Izzy’s shoulder.

Izzy kept his arms wrapped around you, tightly, making sure you felt safe in his arms. he pressed a tender kiss on your forehead. you leaned into his embrace, relishing the warmth and comfort of his body against yours.

“you know, why don’t you lay down here baby.” he moves your body, making your head fall into his lap. “is this better?” he asks, looking down at you.

you smiled at him weakly, nodding your head as you closed your eyes. “definitely better.” you murmured.

he chuckled softly, pulling the blanket over your body, tucking you in. his hands went to your hair, he stroked it gently, a soothing gesture that made you slowly fall asleep.

𝐚/𝐧 : sorry if it’s too short, i js couldn’t come up with much, i hope you like it <3

[accihoe]

Masterlist

Dave Mustaine Mixed Berry Smoothie Wanted Dead or Dead Beautiful Thick Moonlight Roses On Your Grave Come Here And Let Me Hold You

Kirk Hammett Happy Birthday Hair

Cliff Burton My Baby Peaceful Easy Feeling The Feline Emperor Kiss Me

James Hetfield Still The Most Beautiful to me

Draco Malfoy The Joker And The Queen Beau Time Of The Month Deez Nuts Christmas Season Birthday Boy Arranged Marriage Arranged Marriage pt. 2 Birthday Boy (Again)

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier Picture Perfect This Time I'm In It For Love 1 Ocean Bomb Hot Chocolate Domesticated Rockstar Deputation Gone Awry Even At Your Darkest Hour Meeting The Family Case Study 1 Under The Bridge

Anthony Kiedis Migraine Birthday Boy

Steven Adler Fallin' For Ya

Duff McKagan Flight or Fight

Bruno Madrigal Unexpected

[rocketttqueennn]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

hi!! here are the bands I'm writing/will write for! :) i mainly write for rock/metal bands!

guns n roses

megadeth

type o negative

cinderella

metallica

whitesnake

nuno bettencourt (extreme)

L.A. guns

bon jovi

skid row

ratt

slaughter

and more!! just send a request :)

[electronicnutcycle]

"I've always loved you" ll steven Adler x fem!reader

Description: You have being in the band GUNS 'N' ROSES ever since the start , you've also been in a relationship with the drummer , steven for a while now also. One night at a party where you were severely intoxicated, you cheated on him . After a while you and steven decide to make amends and get back in a relationship

Pairing: Steven Adler x reader

Warning(s): Mentions of accidental cheating , swearing , ANGST!!! but the end is fluff.

I had joined the famous band GUNS 'N' ROSES as , well before it was a famous or well known band , as a keyboardist and had been apart of the band for awhile now. After a while i had formed a connection with the main drummer of the band , steven Adler. After a few years of being in the band and getting to know steven , we got in a relationship. For a few months we kept it secret , but after awhile we technically didn't announce our relationship , but we didn't didn't say no when people asked.

Later on , as the band skyrocket in fame and my relationship with steven also skyrocketed . The incident happened where at a party , it really was a blur , but it was where practically everyone was either extremely drunk on various types of alcohol or copious amount of drugs . I , who also had copious amounts of alcohol in your system , to the point where I could barely stand and on the brink of unconsciousness . At some point I happened to "hook up" with someone . I don't remember who they were , nor do I care to .

After the whole incident went down and Steven found out , Let me just say , it was MESSY . We eventually broke up and I was surprisingly allowed to stay in the band . Even four months later , in the current day , I still feel a pang of guilt of something i don't event remember doing. But every since then something else has been building up . Every since I found out steven was talking badly about me behind my back , the thing I've been feeling and was building is hate . And I would get it if he was talking about the breakup and stuff , but no he was actually talking shit . Ever since then the feeling of hate had been brewing and it was actively make me talk bad about him behind his back .

One cold afternoon after practice , I was just getting ready to leave after staying late . But as i grabbed my bags and locked up the studio , I saw Steven waiting a few meters Infront of the doors . "what do you want?" I sighed out not wanting to deal with him "well , i just wanna talk" "I said I'm sorry man , I was like really drunk I don't even remember it" I barley mumbled out before feeling tears fill my eyes . "I just wanted to , umm" Steven started to say before trailing of , "great! , the one and only Steven Adler is to shy to speak to my face!" I spat at him . "Just hear me out! , please just give me a minute!" "fine" I grumbled as I gestured for him to sit down with me as I sat down on a bench next to the door.

As he sat down next to me , we started to talk .And as we started to talk into the night my hate for him started to melt and fill with the same admiration and love that I had for him as when we were dating , we both explained our sides of the story and apologized. A few weeks later it felt like how we used to be , we laughed together , hugged each other tightly again and most importunately , we fell back in love with each other and a few months later we got back together.

tag: @kay-random

A/N: I hope everyone likes this fic! , i worked really hard on it and i hope for all the writers across tumblr and other writing sites that they can get out of their writing bock and they can keep writing works of art! <3.

[vinyldreamsfuckup]

Rocket Queen Pt. 2

A: the long-awaited part 2 lol so sorry this took literally forever. i decided I'll do a short part 3 after this so stay tuned. part 3 will be the ending. i promise it won't take me as long lol

part 1: here

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, fluff, smoking (weed), praise, arguing, language, protective Slash

You and Slash had been casually seeing each other for the last 3 months now. Ever since that night, it was nearly impossible to stay away from each other. Slash was intoxicating. Everything about him was intoxicating. The way he drank and smoked even turned you on. You'd come with him to recording sessions and concerts where you watched him play with Guns. You'd even gotten quite close with Izzy and Steven, but it seemed like neither you nor Slash were ready to be in a serious relationship together. Even if you both felt like you were falling for each other a little more every day. You were sitting in the studio while the guys were recording a new song. Axl was talking to Slash about his guitar solo and you were sitting with Izzy and Duff smoking a joint.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Duff asked with a slight giggle.

Izzy shrugged, "Axl is probably asking him to record it again. He's being such a perfectionist for this song."

Duff nodded in agreement. As you took a drag of your joint, you noticed yourself admiring Slash. He had his guitar hung low on his body and he was wearing a shirt he'd cut the sleeves off of. You noticed how low the cutout holes went, showing the majority of his side, how his tattoos looked against his skin, and the way his fingers effortlessly moved across the guitar.

You leaned back and took a deep breath. This was not helpful really at all. Slash looked over at you, his face was full of shock, anger, and confusion. You furrowed your eyebrows at his face. Slash looked back at Axl and shook his head furiously. Axl looked like he was pleading with Slash.

"What the fuck?" You muttered. Duff and Izzy looked over at you.

"What?" Duff asked then looked over at Axl and Slash.

"Oh shit..." Izzy murmured. He stood up and walked over to the booth. He opened the door and Slash was yelling. You'd never heard him yell before. This made you even more confused.

"No man! I'm not fucking doing that! Are you fucking clinically insane?" Slash yelled.

"You're so fucking stupid. It's not that big of a fucking deal!" Axl yelled back.

"Can you guys fucking stop?" Izzy said moving between them. You got up and walked over to Slash.

"Come on, let's go out here and take a breath," You said softly. He looked over at you. Protectiveness filled his eyes. Heat pooled in your abdomen at his gaze. You'd never seen him possessive and protective like this before and it was really turning you on. Slash took his guitar off and set it on his guitar stand.

"It's not fucking happening," Slash said to Axl as he put his hand on the small of your back and led you out of the room.

"You're so fucking weird man. It's not even that big of a deal. We all share a fucking house with you, it's nothing we haven't heard before," Axl bit out. You paused. Wait what?

"That's totally different you fucking asshat!" Slash stopped and started yelling.

"You guys seriously," Duff stood up.

"Stay out of this," Axl warned, " You're being absolutely ridiculous. We all have already heard you guys."

"That's not the fucking point Axl. I don't think the rest of the world needs to hear," Slash yelled.

"What the fuck is going on right now?" You asked. The weed still flowed through your veins making your mind still slightly foggy.

"Well go on and tell her," Axl said. Slash sighed and looked at Axl angrily.

"What? Tell me what?" You asked getting increasingly frustrated.

"Axl here, being the absolute fucking genius he is," Slash said sarcastically, "wants us to fuck while being recorded so he can use it in his song."

"Wait what?" You asked slightly confused.

Axl sighed, "Look I fucked a girl for the song, and it ended up not sounding how I want it to. You and Slash sound good together and I think it would be perfect for the song."

"Oh my god," You breathed out.

"See. You're fucking insane," Slash said to Axl.

"I'm crying to make fucking art you piece of shit," Axl spat back at Slash.

"You guys have to stop. This is getting so ridiculous," Izzy said with a sigh. The door opened and Steven walked in with a smile.

"Hey guys!" Steven smiled. His face fell when he looked at everyone's expressions, "Woah...fuck did I just walk into?"

"I'll do it," You said with a sigh. Slash looked over at you with shock on his face.

"No," Slash said blankly.

"Slash it's fine," You said softly, "Let's just do it."

"No, I'm not going to let him pressure you into this because he wants to be a fucking dickhead," Slash said spiting the words toward Axl.

"Oh fuck off you shit for brain alcoholic piece of-" Axl started but you cut him off.

"He's not pressuring me. It's fine. Let's just do it," You said softly. You rested your hand on his arm. Slash looked down at you and confusion, protectiveness, and love filled his gaze.

"Are you sure?" Slash asked softly. It was a stark difference to all the yelling. You nodded and pulled him closer.

"I was already thinking about you," You whispered. Slash took a deep breath.

"Everyone out," Slash said harshly his gaze still on you. Axl, Izzy, and Steven quickly walked out of the booth and shut the door behind them. Slash lowered the lights and led you over to the small couch.

"You've been thinking about me?" Slash asked, his voice low and slightly husky. You felt heat pool in your abdomen and you nodded.

"What were you thinking about?" Slash asked as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss on your neck. A shiver went down your spine and you took a deep breath.

"I was thinking about how good you looked today and how much I love watching you play guitar," You said softly. Slash hummed against your neck.

"Remember if you change your mind it's okay. I can always take you home," Slash whispered. You nodded in agreement. He always cared about your wellbeing. Making sure you felt good, that you were happy, that you were never uncomfortable. It made it incredibly hard to just be casual with him when he made you feel so loved and cared for.

He gently kissed down your neck and the exposed part of your shoulder from your tank top. The recording light clicked on and you took a deep breath. Well...it's now or never I guess. You pulled off Slash's tank top and he pulled off yours. Today was the one day you decided not to wear a bra and you were pretty glad you didn't. His hand caressed your breast as he kissed down your collarbone toward your nipples. His touch was soft and gentle. It seemed so different from his usual tough demeanor and calloused fingers.

He laid you back on the couch and you started to undo his pants. He quickly pulled you out of your jean shorts and tossed them to the side. You reached into his pants and carefully started to stroke him. He let out a low moan and started to push his pants off.

"You're so beautiful," Slash whispered as he licked across your chest. You couldn't help a small whine that fell from your mouth. He pushed his pants off and stroked himself as he looked down at you, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

You nodded, "I'm sure."

He nodded and lined himself up with your entrance, "You're so incredibly beautiful."

You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face. He gently pushed into you and a long moan fell from your mouth. You had to really focus on not talking too much since it was being recorded. He smiled and paused to let you adjust. You nodded after a moment and he slowly rocked his hips, adjusting the angle until he found the spongy spot that made you cry out.

A long loud moan fell from your mouth and he let out a shaky breath. He hooked his arms around your leg and started to move faster. You grabbed onto his back, digging your nails in slightly earning a groan from him. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "You're so good for me."

Your back arched slightly and you moaned. He smirked and started kissing your neck. He moved faster hitting that spot over and over again causing loud moans and gasps to fall from your mouth. Slash groaned as he watched you and muttered under his breath.

Your legs started to shake and your moans turned into more breathless whines as he pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm. That familiar coil wound up tightly in your stomach. He moved faster, ramming into you over and over. Sweat glistened on his body, he looked so good. He leaned down and started sucking on your neck, earning another loud moan from you.

"That's it," Slash muttered quietly and bit your neck. You let out a small screech and chuckled. He smiled against your neck and lifted your legs slightly as he rammed into you harder. Your hips bucked and you moaned out loudly as that band in your stomach snapped.

"Fuck... you're so good," Slash muttered. He pulled out and stroked himself quickly until he finished on your stomach. You both tried to catch your breath. The recording light clicked off and you both smiled.

"I don't think I want to be casual anymore," Slash said breathlessly. You furrowed your eyebrows.

"What?" You asked, slightly confused and breathless.

"I want the whole world to know you're mine. I don't want anyone else. I haven't wanted anyone else in a long time. I just want you and I want you to be mine," Slash said earnestly. He grabbed his shirt and helped wipe your stomach off not caring about the stains it would cause or the fact that he would now have to go the rest of the day without a shirt.

"Slash...I..." You were completely speechless.

"If that's not what you want I understand. I'll take whatever I can get with you," Slash chuckled slightly.

"No...no I don't want to be casual either," You said as you sat up. He smiled and kissed you softly. A different kind of passion and tenderness filled this kiss.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and I want the whole world to know how lucky I am," Slash mumbled against your lips. You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Are you guys going to come out?" Axl yelled from the other side of the closed door.

Maybe you would, but right now all you cared about was Slash and all he cared about was you.