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xo-myloves · 3 days ago

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this is me having fun with being able to write and axl existing…….so yes💋💋🖤🖤

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Living in Los Angeles is definitely strange, the smell that was in the air, the tension that you felt when you walked outside, the car engines roaring, the music that could be heard from towns down. It was definitely not normal, weird people, weird shops, and weirder but hotter men, one of them caught my eye, Mr axl rose, the singer of Guns N’ Roses.

I know… I’d be a fucking idiot if a fell for him, but fuck he was ridiculously magnificent, I needed to at least have a few words with him, he was so gorgeous, such a firm, sober singer, maybe he just has a way with women but fuck id fall for it.

I worked at this small business that lived on the strip, it wasn’t a bar for once, it was a clothing store, mostly for broke rockers who wanted to dress with a style, we sold lots of leather pieces and studded shit, so just a cool ass shit, it was fucking amazing, I always stole the shit I made from here.

I always had a delightful guest as well, he would stop by sometimes not all the time, but when he did, I would go into the back and hide from him, I was fucking scared of him, he was so handsome, they he spoke was incredible, his lexicon was genuinely surprising, he didn’t speak like a stupid rocker, he had soul when he spoke, he spoke with a purpose. This time when he came in, I made sure I was going to at least say something.

As I saw his fiery red hair from a far, I built up the balls to go after him, he looked me up and down with a smile, more of a smug smirk, but you get the idea, “well hello doll face.” He uttered, his words made me feel like fucking jello, it wasn’t even that big of a deal, but his voice saying those words to me, felt like something else..

“H-hi I j-just um… wanted to know if you’d like to go out sometime…” I barley spoke out, not even making eye contact with him, looking more at the ground then him, I acted like a shy middle school girl, what the fuck was happening to me..

“aww you’re cute hun, you wanna go out? Yeah let’s go out, I’ll meet you at the Roxy at 9 alright?” He smirked, standing over me, making me feel like his little prey and I feel right for it. “really?” I looked flabbergasted by his statement, I wanted exactly this and even more.

He snickered at my expression and comment, bringing his veiny pale hands to my jaw, rubbing my cheek with his thumb, his scent filling my nostrils, smelling like cold leather and cigarette with a hint of lemon. “of course, why not? I gotta get going though sweetheart, I’ll see you tonight.” He scowled, stepping back and leaving the shop.

Well that went well…. Yeah fucking right.

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It was time the bright lights hit my face, they were all different colors mostly red, the establishment reeked of boozes, shitty perfume, cigarettes and vomit, wonderful ain’t it?

I was covered in body glitter, not on purpose my friend who worked at the Roxy gave me a hug before she clocked out, leaving me look even more like a stipper I was already wearing a tight shirt leather mini skirt, a tight red lace up tank top, chunky black boots paired with a old pair of fishnets that have been wore through there days, with the holes being bigger than they were supposed to be.

My hair being big and voluminous reeking of hairspray, my makeup dark and loud, the lipstick sticking to the edging of my mouth, my eyeliner in the creases of my eyelids, my fake eyelashes sticking into my eyeball slightly, my big cross earrings weighing down my lobes, my necklace outlines my neckline even more so, making my collarbones more visible and revealing.

My eyes were hazy over the glare from the sunset colored fluorescence in the room, making the room feel even more lust inducing, they I saw him, the man of the night, he looked fucking amazing, my eyes lit up at his appearance, he had a cut off white tank top, black cool leather jacket, with dark blue denim jeans, and snakeskin boots, almost making my knees buckle at the sight.

Everyone in that club knew he fucking looked good, he knew he looked fucking amazing.

“Hey sugar, you look gorgeous.” Axl beamed with lust in his eyes, looking me up and down, his hand lingering to my waist, bringing me closer to him, his pinky nail digging into my side slightly, his eyes looking me up and down, his green bright gaze shining with the lights.

“H-hi ax…” I smiled shyly, plush pinkness running to my cheeks, my heat filling with lust, making my eyes getting the gaze of love over them, his face filling up with pride and sex.

“Are you going to talk and have a stupid fuckin conversation that we would both want to be over, or have good fuckin sex, I mean we can still talk, not for long though.” Axl bluntly put it out there is needs and wants, that especially matched with mine, my hands immediately going around his neck, inhaling his scent, feeling myself getting high from it, my lips going to his ear, my voice at a low tone, “I want you to fuck me like your whore.”

Axl hands went lower on my body, bringing me closer to him, my words ringing him to his core, pulling my body to the bar, letting my spine hit the ledge softly, before leaving a few kisses down my neck, and sitting down, telling me too as well.

“Before anything… why do you want this…. Why do you want to fuck…. Because I’m not going to have a little house on the prairie fuckin situation” axl chuckled softly, rubbing my kneecap with his thumb.

“Well I wanted a normal date but I knew that wasn’t going to occur.” I flashed my smile quickly, but covering it up with my hand, and blushing like a whore in church, could be the sweat but let’s say it’s him.

“Well you want normal date shit? Let me give it to you, I could say that your smile is beautiful, you’re just gorgeous, and a sweet girl… you are very cute though” axl smirked, bringing his hand to my jaw, his thumb tracing my chin, his rings giving a shiver run down my back.

“Well… t-thank you…. I could say the same about you… you are extremely prettyyy” I dragged out my sentence with a huge smile, leaning into his hand, only making him lean in closer, placing his soft plush lips onto mine, melting into his touch, turning into soft butter with him me his arms.

Feeling like they were meant to be… it’s weird… feels like we’ve always known each other…

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It was a longer night than expected at the bar, axl and me actually had a good chat, not that boring get to know you chat, more of a actually giving shit, he listened, he engaged, he didn’t seem bored, he added to the discussion, not even being sexual the whole time… this was weird…. Even for axl.

It was time we started getting home, ax called a taxi, walking me out of the hot sweaty club, feeling the boozes stuck to my skin, his hand pressed against my back, leading me into the automobile.

It was a sweet car ride, just a nice late night drive, I rested my head on axls shoulder, closing my eyes slightly, letting him rub my head, his other hand in my thigh, it felt so natural… so honest. Hopefully the sex is the same….. right?

“FUCK FUCK FUCK.” My nails deepened into axls back, the sweet of sweat, cum, boozes, perfume coating the thin hotel room walls, my voice was already raw from the moans and screams, his sex was powerful, and rich of unique qualities, always doing these that other guys don’t…. Not afraid of a little roughness…

“You fuckin like that don’t ya? Not so shy now? I see a filthy whore.” Axl gripped my hair, a few strands going along with his grip, his hand covering my whole skull, he was so vocal, so passionate with his voice, knowing how to use it, knowing he couldn’t say the wrong thing, his voice could say anything and it’ll be hot.

His words hit me harder this time, feeling another orgasm building with my more touch thrusts came along with it, my legs were over his shoulders, his hand in my hair, gripping it and making sure I looked at him, letting me see him destroy me, and showing no fucking mercy.

My legs clenched around his hovering body, my lips swallowing more of him, sweat building up on his forehead as he felt another orgasm approaching him, his grip getting harder on my hair and thighs, his hips hitting me more aggressively.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Axl panted in my ear, his hips never stopping, his grip loosening, his head falling in the crook of my neck, before i felt his veiny hand rub my clit fast and hard, my legs shaking around him, my eyes burning shut, my nails gripping his back, clawing him like a cat.

His cum coating my walls, my cum mixing with his, only making it pour out of me, filling me to the brim, only making this moment more intimate and flush.

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“Axl…. Will this keep going on…” I spoke to axl after a few hours after our intimate, deep lustful interaction, we spent those hours just talking and holding each other in comfort, after a few minutes of silence I had to speak up with my thoughts.

“What’d ya mean sugar?” He mumbled in his sweet voice, kissing the soft parts of my neck, only making my mouth part and hand go to his hair, bringing my fingers to his scalp, getting lost in his touch.

“I mean… I want you… more than just a quick fuck.” I spoke honestly, wanting him more than any other person in my life, wanting to wake up next to him, not a stranger who doesn’t give a fuck, someone who care… like him..

“Like what? You want some flowers? Bullshit like that? I’m not that kinda guy…” he admitted, looking unsure about my statement, but looking deeper into my eyes to find something he hadn’t quite figured out yet.

“Nevermind fuckin mind okay? Fucking sorry I asked.” I Shamley. thought axl would ever settle down, or maybe even give a shit about me.. just another girl that thinks she can get lucky with a rock-

“I’ll do it… I’ll be a gentleman all that bullshit.”

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gnrswife · 1 year ago

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izzy stradlin x fem!reader

warnings: smut

words:246

Izzy stradlin loves it when you go all dumb on him. that sweet spot after your second or third orgasm when your babbling nears incoherent, broken whimpers and whines falling from your mouth as your pretty eyes grow starry and dazed. the point of overstimulation where your mind goes fuzzy and you can’t distinct whether you want him to stop or keep going, so the only intelligible words coming out of you are ‘Izzy’ and ‘please’

oh, he’s so mean about it, too. all mocking pouts and teasing coos against the shell of your ear ‘thought this was what you wanted, sweetheart, hm?’ ‘what was that, baby? couldn’t hear you, you’re gonna need to speak up’

over and over, he’ll curl his fingers up against that spot that has you crying out and clawing at his back, thumb brushing your clit every so often as your shaky thighs close around his wrist. you’re not getting away that easy, though, and of course he parts them once more with a strong hand before clicking his tongue in disapproval.

it’s just something about seeing you like this that sets him off on a power trip— the feel of your wet cunt fluttering around his fingers, pink lips parted and glistening while your eyes roll back into your head. god, don’t get him started on the tear tracks that run down your flushed cheeks. the sight of you begging— no, crying for him has him harder than he’s been in his life.

he’d never admit it, but it’s better any line he could’ve done, satisfies him more than any high he’s been on. it may seem the other way around, but you have Izzy stradlin wrapped around your finger.

First izzy post how is it ? If you want me to write about anyone let me know and if you want fluff angst , or smut ill try my best to write

Thank you!