#gnr fan fiction

[hollywoodroses]

teach me (a modern-day izzy mini-series) [part 2]

warnings: dom!izzy, oral female receiving.

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You are walking down a hallway of the record label your mom works for. Even though you kind of low-key hated her, you still liked to visit and snoop around.

As you turn a corner, you feel a man grab you from behind. Putting his hand over your mouth and his arm around your body. his hand covers your pussy as a chill goes down your spine. He drags you into an office, slamming the door behind him.

“What are you doing here, nosy little whore!”

You gasp as you hear the dirty words coming out of Izzy’s mouth. You look up at him with innocent forgiveness in your eyes.

Izzy groans as he closes his eyes, he can’t look at you. He slams your body against the wall of his office, your eyes going wide in shock. He bends down on his knees lifting your dress up, rubbing your clothed pussy. Looking up to you to see your reaction, your eyes are closed as you slump against the wall.

Laughing to himself softly, he slowly removes your panties as they fall getting wrapped around your ankles. He lightly, as not to scare you, begins to lick you getting lost in your intimate body.

You moan as you grab his hair, pulling it hard. This just makes him thirsty for you as he literally starts sucking on you. Your moaning gets louder. It’s a good thing the office is sound proof as you don’t want to embarrass yourself.

When the eating out is not enough, you begin to fuck Izzy’s face, getting lost in a dream world. You shout as you orgasm.

Izzy lets you go as your legs give out, causing you to fall into a puddle of ecstasy.

[thesmokingguns]

Shadow Monster w/ Duff McKagan

She stuck to the shadows because who would want to see her in the light of day? Her face was a reminder of a bad thing that had happened to a good person. A scared little girl who had gotten attacked by the big bad wolf. His claw marks tore open her pale skin, leaving jagged scars on her face that people stared at for too long or flinched away from.

Once upon a time she was pretty. But now she was a monster. So she stayed in the shadows to avoid becoming someone else's nightmare.

As much as she stalked in the inky void of shadows, trying to avoid being the prey to someone else she had a predator following after her. His eyes hunting her as she moved along in quick bursts to escape sight, sticking to alleyways and fence lines that blocked her from view.

But he saw her.

He always saw her.

“Found you little darkness.” he threw down the cigarette, his car creeping along as she moved, headphones over her ears, hood pulled up to block out anyone from seeing her.

But Duff saw her. He always saw her.

They dubbed her little red riding hood in the papers. The girl with strawberry hair in eyes so big, brown with gold specks that stared at whoever had snapped the picture outside of court. She was only 18 years old and her eyes were endless pools of broken promises and pain. Duff had seen her, the case had taken over the media. Her mother had married someone who was more monster than man. He had attacked her, chained her up and beat her within an inch of her life. She had escaped through a window in the basement that had been broken by neighborhood kids playing a game of baseball. But as she tried to crawl out of the jagged broken space he had caught her ankle, dragging her through the sharp glass.

Her screams caught the attention of the kids hunting for their baseball. One of them had a cop for a father and she had been rescued within minutes after months of dark, dank basement.

Her freedom should have made her happy but Duff watched his obsession shrink and shrink, lurking with the nightmares in the dark. He had some sense of need to protect her, an obsession some would say to follow her around. Make sure she made it from the small boutique back home. Make sure her library books were returned on time. Change out the milk in her fridge so she didn’t eat anything bad, add a few boxes of pasta to her stash, replace the butter because she hates red sauce. Small things she noticed and appreciated but never questioned.

She thought she was crazy because even though she stuck to the shadows she was still afraid of the dark.

Duff waited outside her apartment, watched the light come on and her shadows moving around the place, checking for monsters that he had already cast out, before he climbed up the fire escape, taking up his perch outside her bedroom to peek in and make sure she was all set.

He had been bolder today.

And he watched her notice. Watched the way her hand touched the yellow tulip with the tip of her finger, stroking its petal with a look of confusion on her face. He had wanted to bring a little sunlight to her gloom. Give her a gift.

Once he had approached her on the street, tried to talk to her and introduce himself but it’s hard to let someone scared of showing her face let her know she’s the most beautiful girl in the world.

So he had to do this. Small little things to make her know that she was his soulmate.

Her fingers touched the card he had left for her, her eyes reading line by line.

‘I’m here when you’re ready’

Her hands trembled, the hood falling from her face as her scars came into view. Duff watched the way she sat hard on the bed, her back to him so he couldn’t see her beauty.

“Are you here?” she asked into the empty room, looking at the closet like he was going to come out of that. But he had boundaries. He wasn't going to come in uninvited when she was awake.

“Yes.” he whispered but it was loud enough for her to turn, sharply as she raised her hood, hiding from him as their eyes met through the window.

Her breathing was heavy, watching him like a caged animal waiting for him to attack her but Duff was here to love her, not to scare her anymore. He held up his hands, waiting for her to make a move.

She stood, moving towards the window, not opening the glass but it was so thin he could hear her from between the panes.

“You’re the man from the library. The one who said I was…” she couldn’t say the words.

“Beautiful.” he answered, not taking his eyes off of her. “You’re beautiful, Amara.” Her eyes blinked, her hands on the hood as she looked at him, trying to make sense of what this man was doing here.

Doug. Dan. Dally.

What was his name?

He was stalking her. She realized that. ALl the little things that had made her feel insane starting to make sense as this blonde man with eyes that were too kind stared through her window. He had called her beautiful before and he wasn't flinching away as he called her beautiful now.

Maybe she was a fetish to him.

She lowered her hood, watching the way his eyes stayed on hers. Not the scar. No flinching. Just her.

“Why me?” she whispered. She had fallen into the attention of a man who was supposed to protect her and love her mother. Had been hurt by the attention of someone else before and now here this stranger was, following her as she tried to hide in the shadows. Trying to bring life and light to her darkness.

“Because the first time I saw your picture and looked into your eyes I knew you were it for me, little darkness. I knew that I never wanted to see another bad thing happen to you. I wanted to be the sunshine to your rain, the stars to your night, the light to your life.” He wasn’t scared to tell her how enraptured he was with her, “I’ve followed you to make sure you’re safe. I’ve changed your smoke alarm batteries, made your bed when you forget in the morning, and even took the mouse out of the trap before you saw it. I just want to be there for you.” His hand reached out, touching the window glass.

Would she let him in?

“Do you watch me when I sleep?” He didn’t look away as he nodded his head, not ashamed of it. “WIll you watch over me tonight? I’m tired and scared.” She admitted it to him as he watched her, licking his dry lips as he nodded.

“I’ll always watch over you. You’re safe.” She nodded her head, kicking off her shoes as she climbed into bed and pulled the blankets over her, eyes on Duff’s as she watched him.

Her stalker.

Her eyes started drifting closed.

Or maybe he was the nightlight she needed to feel safe to sleep at night.

[duffslut]

Be my daddy

Modern Izzy Stradlin x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 793

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

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 @1-800-meth-blog @hauntedrosie @inkieink @rocketqueen1989x @rafesgirl7 @thatsoversace @maverickman5k @metallicaloverrr @xoxytoxinx @queenoftheundergroundscene @beebemarie @yourowngirlie @impuls1ve

Izzy didn't leave his laptop all day working on his new songs, completely forgetting that you were also at home with him, bored and a bit needy too.

- Izzy, how much longer will this take? - You asked dramatically, pouting.

He looked at you quickly and then returned his gaze to the screen.

- A few more hours. - He said seriously, focused on whatever he was doing on his laptop.

- HOURS?! - You exclaimed and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder feeling the refreshing scent of his freshly washed hair. - I can't wait that long, I need you now...

Izzy ignored you completely but you didn't give up, he was just too pretty with that black button-down shirt almost completely open, revealing his chest. Something about seeing him like that, with such a serious expression, almost as if he were mad, made you extremely horny for him, you simply couldn't bear not to ride him for "a few more hours".

You kissed the soft skin of his neck, then behind his ear and back to his neck, his eyes still glued to the screen, you decided to go further, sliding one of your hands down his shirt, touching his stomach. Since nothing you did seemed to catch his attention, you lowered your hands even further and pressed his crotch, his hand immediately landed on top of yours and gently took it away.

- Not now Y/n. - Izzy muttered.

His refusal only made your panties wetter, you decided you wouldn't leave him alone until his dick was inside you, work wasn't a priority, you were. You sat on his lap, facing him, fitting your groin right on top of his member, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tilted his head slightly towards you.

- I want you daddy... - You whispered in his ear and immediately noticed the change in his posture. - I need you...

You smiled feeling his cock harden beneath you, he always went crazy when you called him daddy.

- You can't do this every time I'm trying to work, bunny. - Izzy said in a low tone, lifting your tank top exposing your breasts. - You dirty girl.

You smiled in satisfaction as his lips began to kiss your tits, the warm touch of his mouth made you let out a needy moan, your hips moved on his lap, rubbing your wet pussy over his covered cock.

Izzy continued to suck on your tits as he slipped his hand inside your panties, making your body shiver as his long fingers touched your cunt.

- Please Izzy... - You moaned, throwing your back back, biting your lips hard, feeling his fingers move inside you.

Izzy took his hand out of your panties and lifted your body, laying you on the glass table next to his laptop, pulling your panties off roughly.

- It's daddy for you. - He muttered. - Now say it.

You lifted your legs and looked into his eyes.

- Please rail me daddy. - You begged, feeling your pussy throb for him.

Your mind went blank for a few seconds when Izzy thrust his big, hard cock inside you without hesitation, pounding deep and hard into your cunt, your lips couldn't form a single word as his hand squeezed your neck, your mouth was half open and your whole body moved with his thrusts. your forehead was sweating just like his, your shirt now unbuttoned, keeping your gaze fixed on his abdomen as you felt your toes curl and your body contract, you just couldn't take it anymore when Izzy started whispering dirty words to you.

- I'm gonna put a baby inside you, honey... - Izzy groaned as he stimulated your orgasm by rubbing his fingers on your clit. - I won't stop until I've filled you with my cum...

You nodded, clenching your pussy around his cock as you came, moaning as the electrifying sensation coursed through your blood.

- Oh fuck! - Izzy moaned as he felt your cum smear his cock, taking it out of you and spreading it all over your pussy, surrounding your entrance and teasing your clitoris by slamming his dick against it a few times. - It's Daddy's turn now. - He murmured, throwing your legs over his shoulders and leaning down to your face, slapping your face before cupping your cheeks. - And you will take all of it, right baby?

His cock slid deeply inside you again, ramming your cervix making you moan desperately feeling it throbbing inside you.

- Make me a mommy, daddy! - You moaned, squeezing your own tits to relieve all the heat weighing down your body.

Izzy came harder than usual, and you knew he had filled your womb with his seed, probably impregnating you at that very moment.

[lagunz]

𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖉

w! 🔞 izzy fic

★ izzy fingers you in his leather gloves before a show

it was a little before showtime, izzy was getting ready in the mirror, pacing the room a little. it was a sold out stadium, 4th day of tour.

izzy let you join him for touring as you had nowhere else to be. you too were a musician yourself, nothing was keeping you held up tho. you had free time.

as he swept at his hair in the mirror, you started to get a little antsy sitting on the croaky couch of the dressing room. he had been teasing you the whole bus ride but hadn't indulged in anything, it made you crazy.

you couldn't help but let out a little huff as you watched him act as if you weren't even in the room. he finally looked over to you through the mirror.

you rolled your eyes, he couldn't even be bothered to fully turn around? fuck.

"what's the matter baby?" he'd ask flatly, tightening some raggedy scarf he wore around his neck as part of his stage look. his hands were held in leather ruby gloves.

"stop playing dumb iz..." you almost whined, fed up with how he's just left you with nothing. you never expected constant pleasure or anything- it was the fact that he did all of that on the bus just to leave you wanting more.

he hid a slight coy smile as he looked down to the dresser, then turning heel to look at you.

"what do you want babe? we gotta be on in-" he'd look at his watch "20 minutes." he said, still keeping up the act. it's as if he found pleasure from making you wait the very last minute.

"i just want something... anything at this point." you responded, laying your head back against the beat up couch.

izzy steps closer, kneeling inbetween your legs on the ground. well finally!

you look down at him as one of his leather clad hands trails your inner thigh and the other holds your knee, pushing your legs apart more. you were in a dress so it wasn't so hard.

you watched in anticipation, secretly hoping he would keep those gloves on.

his left hand goes even further, thumbing at your sweet spot through your underwear. at that, you let out a little breath. you'd been waiting for hours.

at your reaction, he takes back his hand and his right hand goes to pull the bottom of his glove up but-

"no! keep them on..." you said almost instantly, tone a little demanding from your desperation.

he raised his eyebrows, a little impressed with your preferences. he put his left hand back where it was and you sighed contently.

his hands pull down your panties and caress your thighs a little, kneading them before a leather finger is teasing at your cIit, rubbing gently. you moan softly, he knows your body well. it feels even better with the cold leather glove he has on.

the finger slowly turns into 2 as they thrust into you gently. your hips quiver and shake, explicit sounds leaving your voice box as you experience this.

he fingers you to climax, his glove now covered in you. as you finish, a voice calls out "5 minutes boys!"

he gently rubs you through your orgasm, ignoring the call. you catch your breath, head against the couch as he gets up at the last call.

"i'll be back good girl..." he murmured with his sleazy smirk, gloves still on. you barely gave him a goodbye as he left out of the doors, walking the hall to the stage.

to play his guitar on stage, he had to take off his gloves. he gave the 2 fingers on his left hand a little lick before tossing them off to the side of the stage, grabbing his guitar to play his music with the others.

[xo-myloves]

༞༞༞༞༞𝙼𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛-𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝༞༞༞༞

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗!!

(𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝, 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍.)

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎𝙶𝚞𝚗𝚜 '𝚗' 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

❥=𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 ⚔︎=𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 ☙=𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

𝙰𝚇𝙻:

𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍⚔︎

𝙱𝚞𝚒𝚕�� 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗⚔︎

𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛⚔︎

𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚂𝙷:

𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚍⚔︎

𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎⚔︎☙

𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛⚔︎

𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛❥⚔︎

𝙳𝚄𝙵𝙵:

𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚎⚔︎

𝙸𝚉𝚉𝚈:

𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜☙⚔︎

𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎❥☙

𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽:

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝ed⚔︎

𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚎⚔︎

𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎❥

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎𝙼𝙾̈𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝚁𝚄̈𝙴࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

𝙽𝙸𝙺𝙺𝙸:

𝙳𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐⚔︎☙

𝚃𝙾𝙼𝙼𝚈

𝙼𝙸𝙲𝙺

𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

𝙹𝙾𝙰𝙽 𝙹𝙴𝚃𝚃

𝙳𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙴:

𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕☙

𝙱𝙾𝙽 𝙹𝙾𝚅𝙸:

𝙱𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜

𝙶𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙽 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳

𝚉𝙰𝙺𝙺 𝚆𝚈𝙻𝙳

𝙺𝙸𝚁𝙺 𝙷𝙰𝙼𝙼𝙴𝚃

𝚂𝙴𝙱𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙽 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙷

𝙿𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙴

𝚃𝙾𝙼 𝙺𝙴𝙸𝙵𝙴𝚁:

𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕⚔︎

𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚄𝚂

(𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕)💋

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚜

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

[rocketqueen1989x]

love sick

💋Izzy stradlin/reader💋

warnings : smut , soft smut , pet names and squirting

📍:LA

⏰: 10:06am

1988

***

the sound of the bed creaked over and over again

I'm so glad our neighbours are away for a month

"such a pretty girl " izzy moaned in my ear as he licked down my cheek to my jaw line

he brushed my hair from my face as I opened my eyes looking up at him

Izzy’s beautiful green and slight hazel eyes looked into mine from above

his chain on his neck moved back and forth with the thrusts he was giving me. my legs were over his shoulders and my hands rested on his neck

I could feel his breath hitting my face which brought me some kind of comfort in a way

my eyes just rolled back and my back arched from the mattress taking in the pleasure from my boyfriend

his hips rolled into mine as he lifted my legs over his shoulder but it only made him go deeper into me letting a loud gasp release from my lips

the angle was amazing

one of his pale arms was rested above my head on the pillow that my head was laid back on and the other hand caressed my face as he watched pleasure express through my face

"Izzy" my moans were very high pitched as his dick started to hit that special spot inside of me

he noticed I was close which only made him go more faster with his thrusts

my finger nails started to dig into his skin causing a little hiss escape his lips and his eyes squeezed shut tightly as loud grunt came from him

the grunts and whimpers coming from his mouth turned me on more and more

my stomach started to feel like it was coming a knot and getting tighter and tighter with every thrust

“you gonna cum for me ,darling ?” Izzy hummed in a deep tone leaning down pecking my forehead

i nodded quickly moaning louder and louder as he continued to talk to me

“look at me while you cum “

more whimpers and whines left my lips as I tried to talk but I couldn’t

all my words were mumbled together and it came out in language which was not known to earth

"mhmmm ?”

i squealed as my back arched off the bed , my nails dug in more into his skin , my toes curled and my orgasm came crashing down

as quickly as he could he grabbed the back of legs and pinned them on either side of my head. izzy got up on his knees as he thrusted faster

i screamed out in pleasure as I came around him.

i watched as his biceps flexed and it was the most hottest thing ive ever seen in my life

his messy jet black hair was swinging back and forth rapidly his chain bounced and slapped off his broad tanned chest

i moaned reaching up grabbing his chin making him look at me. i pulled him down and smashed my lips into his

all of sudden I felt a big bush splash out of me as izzy slammed back into me only adding more of my sweet juices to pour out of me , all him and on the bed

god I haven't squirted like that in months . he fucked me as he put his seed inside of me and as I was over coming my big intense orgasm

my legs were shaking in his grip and my back was still arched

his hips finally jerked and he began to slow down and finally he stopped and collapsed slowly on top of me

[metal-man1a]

And suddenly my life is complete.

[drpepper-lovers-blog]

This is random but is lat and I'm bored

I personally think fan fiction is embarrassing idk I always think it's weird reading something ( most of the time something naughty) that somebody else wrote.

When I think of an fan fiction reader I think of an really weird discord mod or an quite unstable girl ( no hate ) ( and even if ,why can't u just make it out in your own mind ?? )

Yk I get having fantasies with other people ( celebrities) but like really reading something like " your Nikki sixx s gf and ur making out in the bus an Vince walkes in " is just embarrassing In my opinion

What ur opinion on it ??

( probably gonna delete this later )

[meikadonnelly]

{introduction}

hii, i'm mimi, i'm 17, from australia and i write fan-fiction one shots, head cannons and multi part stories. my favourite bands are motley crue and guns n roses. my favourite members are nikki sixx and izzy stradlin.

you can find my masterlist here!

i also have an edit account on tiktok. i’m not the best editor by any means but i’m giving it a go 🫶🏻 : @terr0rtw1ns

{who i write for}

motley crue

^nikki sixx * ^tommy lee * ^mick mars ^vince neil

guns n roses

^izzy stradlin * ^duff mckagen ^slash

metallica

^james hetfield ^kirk hammett

one direction

^louis tomlinson

^niall horan

^harry styles

^liam payne (requests closed for now)

top gun / top gun maverick

^bradley bradshaw | rooster * ^pete mitchell | maverick ^nick bradshaw | goose ^tom kazansky | iceman ^jake seresin | hangman

twisters

^tyler owens

bleed for this

^vinny pazienza

scream franchise

^stu macher

^billy loomis

{notes}

+if a story has any mature themes, they will be named with a trigger warning for reader safety.

+i know much more about certain people which means their chapters will most likely be more detailed, and this is why for some bands/movies, i do not write for all members. this doesn't mean they won't be included in other member's chapters. (people who i believe i will be better at writing for will have a star next to their name)

+as said before^, certain people will have a stronger storyline to others, however, this doesn't mean that I will only put effort into some and not others.

+the more detail in the requests, the better, as i want to create a clear and accurate piece.

+i write all types of fan-fiction, whether it is angst, fluff etc. keep in mind that i may turn some requests down if i am not comfortable writing it for you.

+i do not write male x male or female x female. this is not because i’m against it in any way. it’s purely because i have no idea how to write it 🤷‍♀️

+i also have preferences on what i do and don’t write. i will not include r&pe. i will not write a fic where the reader is under 18 and the other person is over.

things i will not write:

r&pe kinks

ins£st kinks

extreme pain kinks

p!ss/sh!t kinks

major pain kinks

a fic where the chosen person dies.

a fic where the chosen person purposely assu&lts the reader or anyone.

breeding kink. (this one is only to a certain degree. i do include unsafe sex in my fics and any kinks that include that, however i won’t specifically write that the reader or chosen person is doing it to ‘breed them’).

extreme age gaps (like 18 x 65 etc)

[ascendthisday]

That Time

Pairing: Duff McKagan/Steven Adler

Word Count: 4,600~

Info: No Smut, Fluff, Happy Ending, Boys In Love, Drug Use, Overdosing, Songfic, Teeth, Smoking, Blood, Nosebleed, Kissing, Almost death

Summary: “Duff! Look at this!” Steven squealed, his blond mop of hair shaking with his exaggerated nodding as he pointed at the pavement with excitement. He had run a few yards ahead of the other man, so Duff had to jog to catch up with him. Duff’s obnoxiously loud chained belt jingled against his leather pants every thickly soled step he made. “Huh,” He hummed as he stared down at the concrete, touching hips with the drummer, “that’s weird.”

Authors Note: been a busy busy bee lately, sorry for not posting! getting back into the general glide of things though, so expect more in the next few weeks!! this is old, but good nonetheless

Hey, remember that time when I found a human tooth

Down on Delancey? 

      “Duff! Look at this!” Steven squealed, his blond mop of hair shaking with his exaggerated nodding as he pointed at the pavement with excitement. He had run a few yards ahead of the other man, so Duff had to jog to catch up with him. Duff’s obnoxiously loud chained belt jingled against his leather pants every thickly soled step he made. “Huh,” He hummed as he stared down at the concrete, touching hips with the drummer, “that’s weird.” On the ground sat two yellowed human teeth. They were wedged in the crack between the sidewalk's concrete panels, surrounded by weeds and grass that had managed to shimmy their way into the crevice. It was almost as if they had been pulled directly from the root with their long prong-esque legs still attached. Steven folded himself in half, his leather jacket sliding up his shoulders and his wild mess of hair curtaining around his face, and swept the teeth into his hands. 

      “Ew, man! Gross!” Duff groaned as Steven tucked the teeth into the back pocket of his jeans. “Hey, you never know when you might need some teeth. Maybe they’ll be my good luck charm- or something like that.” He giggled as he stared at himself in the reflection of the bassist's sunglasses. “Maybe, or they’ll give you AIDs.” The taller man retorted. Steven frowned, pulling the usual grin he sported off of his mouth immediately. Duff knew how he felt about those jokes; his history, why would he say that? The tooth discussion didn’t linger on much longer, though. Instead, they walked back to their home, the ‘hell house�� in all of its glory, clouded by an awkward aura of- well- something indescribable.   

Hey, remember that time when we decided to kiss anywhere except the mouth? 

      That aura tugged down on their shoulders until they wandered into Steven’s rather unclean bedroom. It wasn’t disgusting- more so an organized mess. Things were piled up in thick hills along the floor, but had you asked Steven to bring you even the tiniest pin, he could find it in seconds. He was just special in that way. “I’m sorry,” Duff mumbled as he wrapped himself around the smaller man. His warm body heat seeped through his own t-shirt and Steven's layers of leather and cotton. “‘s okay,” Steven murmured back as he took a handful of steps toward his mattress, twirled himself- and Duff around, and fell backward on top of the lanky man. “Oh!” Duff huffed as the wind was knocked out of him. He sputtered out stringy waves of blond and lightly shoved Steven off of him. The drummed grinned and rolled himself onto his side, propping his head up onto his hand. 

     “I’m bored. Let’s play a game!” Steven whined and playfully batted his eyelashes at the man. “Whaddya thinkin’ of?” The bassist responded as he pulled off his sunglasses and placed them atop his head. “Kiss me. Kiss me anywhere except my lips.” He grinned. Duff gave him a little smirk, pushed Steven over, threw his lanky legs over his waist, and began to assault him with kisses while straddling him. He kissed along his shoulders. Then, pulled up his shirt to pepper soft pecks against his fishnet-covered ribs. Next, his navel. As he slid lower and lower down the drummer's body, his kisses trailed onto his jeans and down his thighs. Floaty giggles echoed around the room as Steven relished the feeling of Duff’s chapped lips against his ankles. “Don’t- Don’t kiss my toes!” Steven yelped between flurried hiccups as Duff got closer and closer to the skin that was concealed in his dirty Converse.  

Hey, remember that time when my favorite colors was pink and green? 

     Duff obeyed and kissed his way back up Steven's body, trailing directly on top of the previous kisses he had left just mere moments ago. Unlike his previous endeavors, Duff kissed past his shoulders and danced his way down his arms, one at a time. He placed sweet little pecks to the respective heart and drumstick on each shoulder when the time came. Steven let out soft little puffs of air as his heart dramatically thumped against his ribcage. Sure, they were intimate in a lot of ways, but something about this was different. It was almost romantic. Duff trailed through his downy arm hair and to his thickly decorated wrists. “Pink,” Duff whispered, holding one of his thin wrists in his palm, “and green.” He pulled both wrists together and held the colors side by side. “Our favorite!” Steven cheekily smiled at the bassist. 

     Duff blushed, remembering that the thin twine bracelets had originally been a matching set shared between the two of them, but the thread was too itchy for Duff, so Steven settled on wearing both of them. The jewelry was originally bought by Slash, a gift that he had justified with a snarky remark along the lines of 'If you guys wanna act like a couple so much, you should go ahead and be part of a pair,’ which was backhanded yet sweet. A lot of things Slash said were like that, twisted in some way or another. Duff didn’t even really like green that much, but he knew Steven loved pink, so he compromised. Since then, Steven had been convinced that green was his favorite color ever. He never complained. The bassist grinned back at him as he placed a final kiss on Steven's fingertip. Then, he pulled away and sat upright, just for a moment. As soon as he was fully up, he was back down with his lips centimeters away from Stevens. The drummer squeaked and blinked his eyes. Hard.  

Hey, remember that month when I only ate boxes of tangerines? 

So cheap and juicy! 

Tangerines. 

     “Do you think I’ve earned a kiss on the mouth yet?” Duff hummed as his breath ghosted against Steven's lips. “Your breath tastes like oranges- no, tangerines! Are you doing that thing where that's all you eat again?” Steven let out a nervous chortle as he jokingly licked at the air. Duff dramatically threw his head back and groaned. “That was one time, man!” He hissed as his sunglasses slid off of his head. “Damn it.” The older man groaned and awkwardly grasped around the area behind him. Unfortunately for both of them, the area behind Duff happened to be Steven's waistband. “My dick!” he yelped, shooting forward at the sudden pain that raced through his torso. Duff didn’t have time to react to his sudden screech Steven lurched forward and smacked his head straight into his nose. 

     “Fuck!” Duff exclaimed and slid back while desperately holding his nose. Big tears bubbled over his waterline immediately. “Oh- baby, shit. I'm sorry. Let me see.” Steven rambled as he sat up and pulled away his worn hands. Duff nervously combed his fingers through his blond hair, smearing red through his gold and black mane. “Is it bad?” He whimpered. “No, it’s um, it’s fine. You’ll probably just have a little bump or something.” Steven desperately stumbled over his words. He knew Duff’s nose would most definitely leave with more than ‘just a little bump,’ but that wouldn’t make anything better. His hands shakily wiped away the blood from his upper lip. “It’s fine,” Steven reassured him and wiped a little bit of crimson away and onto Duff’s shirt. His tears puddled into dark spots on his already black shirt. It didn’t even hurt that bad! He wasn’t sure why he was crying. The bassist nervously wiped his clammy hands onto his leather slacks, leaving a trail of wet condensation on his thighs.  

Hey, remember that time when I would only read Shakespeare? 

     “It’s not bad, I swear. It’s kind of silly!” He awkwardly chuckled and held Duff’s head in his palms. “Silly? Kind of like your Shakespearean phase?” Duff grinned through his soft tears and bloody nose, a little bit of both haphazardly dripping into his open-mouthed grin. Steven nodded and pressed their lips together. His calloused fingers swept away his blubbery tears before loosely intertangling his fingers to the roots of his black-streaked blond hair. Duff let out little puffy moans into his mouth, occasionally shaking the both of them with little hiccuped sobs. Copper, iron, and whatever other metallic tastiest were out there flooded Steven's mouth. It was gross, but so were they! Their tongues lightly teased against either one, not fighting for dominance but simply prodding against each other.  Steven pulled away with a sweet slightly rust-colored smile. 

     “Exactly. Just like when I would only read Shakespeare.” Duff smiled back and let out a shaky sigh. The bassists’ palms found themself lightly rested upon his chest, running through his coarse chest hair through his fishnet top. The drummer chuckled at the contact, shivering at his warm hands against his cold skin. His slightly dirty fingernails drew deep swirls along his skin. Steven sighed and pulled off his leather jacket, throwing it off into the mess that was his room. It smacked against the carpet with a thick thump. They sat there, staring into each other's eyes. “I think all the blood loss is making me stupid,” Duff murmured, “stupider.” He pushed his head into the crook of Steven's neck. “Hey! If anyone here is the stupid one, it’s me!” Steven chuckled and placed a kiss on the side of Duff’s mouth, lightly pulling his head away from his neck with a fistful of hair. The crusted blood on his upper lip awkwardly began to dry and crack as Duff became more talkative, but he still looked gorgeous. He never looked bad, not to Steven at least.  

Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Parliaments? 

     “I need a smoke.” Duff sighed. “Oh! Oh- I’ve got you, man.” The drummer grinned, shoving the lanky man off of him. He scrambled toward the headboard of his bed- or where it would be, had he had one. Steven shuffled through the gunk shoved between the wall and his mattress before triumphantly pulling out three different cigarette boxes and a baggie. “Take your pick.” Steven placed his assorted white boxes- and bag into Duff’s lap. He hummed back and stared at the random smokes.  “How did you end up with such a variety?” He snorted, picking up the Parliament lights first. The light blue stared back at him as he knocked back the top of the box. “Oh- every time I hook up with a chick at her place when she goes to piss, I hunt for cigarettes and whatever else I can find. Normally, they don’t say nothing!” Duff fished his lighter out of the pocket of his slacks and plucked out one of the white tubes. Tucking it safely between his teeth, Duff flicked his lighter one, twice and successfully inhaled a lungful of smoke. 

Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Marlboros? 

      Sour grey fled from Duff’s lips as he exhaled. Steven leaned over and pulled out the red-dipped Marlboro box. “Lemme see your light.” He grunted, putting out a flat palm toward Duff and grabbing at the air. Duff chuckled and dropped the piece of purple translucent plastic into his hand, exhaling little puffs of smoke. “So, what's in the bag?” Duff questioned, holding the opaque plastic up and giving it a little shake. “Huh. I dunno!” Steven shrugged and lit the cigarette held haphazardly between his lips. The orangeish filter peeked out from his mouth. “How the hell do you not know? Can I look?” The older man spewed questions at him, already tugging off the rubber band that kept the baggie closed. 

     His sudden wonder at the drummer's baggie of secrets made him want to get up and bombard the bassist with every ounce of love he had, but for some reason, he wanted to come off as cool. He didn’t know why. Duff had seen him at his absolutely dorkiest moments. Steven just nodded, pulling the cigarette from his lips to puff smoke at Duff. “C’mon, it’s a surprise! Don’t play bored, you wanna know what's in it just as bad as I do.” He giggled and waved the accumulating cloud of smoke away from his face. Stevens' cooled facade broke at the bassist's ever-so-sweet chuckle, making him also burst into ever-so-familiar giggles.  

Hey, remember that time when I was broke? 

I didn't care; I just bummed from my friends

Bum bum bum bum bum

Bum bum bum bum bum 

      Duff finally got the stubborn baggie open and was instantly excited by what he saw. A loose mixture of random cigarettes and joints freely blended among each other. “Oh! You know what, that’s where I put all of my random shit. Most of it is like- hand rolled and homegrown and all of that organic shit.” Steven explained as he snatched the bag from his hands and pulled out a rather pathetic looking joint. “Some of our peers cannot roll for shit! Not saying who but his name may or may not rhyme with uh- Paxil Hose.” The drummer giggled and placed one of the tan, thinly rolled joints in Duff’s palm. “Oh, damn. That is plain sad, man.” He mumbled as he examined it between two fingers. Haphazardly, he ashed his cigarette on Steven's mattress, to which he groaned but remained wordless, and placed the joint between his now empty lips. The paper was ever so slightly unraveling on the side, so Duff licked out a small line against the rolling paper. Steven grinned at the thin smell of weed that hazed around the room as Duff brought his lighter to the twisted tip of the joint. 

    Duff inhaled a thick gasp of smoke and held it in. One, two, three. Then, he exhaled a small handful of coughs. “Shit. This shit is… Jesus! Nasty.” He sputtered and placed the blunt between Steven's v-shaped fingers. The drummer pulled the cigarette from between his lips and carefully slotted it between Duff’s lips. He gently and carefully enclosed them around it. The familiar, safe tobacco clouded his mouth as he inhaled. Steven took a thick mouthful of smoke from the joint. Duff was right, it was like- putrid. God, what the hell kind of dank did Axl have in his possession? “Fuck! Ew.” He coughed and groaned while ruffling his hands through his wiry mane. The slowly burning joint inches just a centimeter too close to his hair and burnt away a few hairs before Duff noticed. “Steven- Steven!” Duff yelped, swatting at his hair. “You’re gonna fuckin’ catch yourself on fire, man.” He chuckled, wiping away at the singed hair near his temple. 

Hey, remember that time when you OD'ed? 

     “Fuck. Is it cold in here, or is that just me? It’s like- I dunno- I can’t breathe. Somethin’ on my chest.” Duff slurred, flexing his quickly numbing fingers. “You okay?” Steven questioned, spitting it out. A thin sheen of sweat licked across Duff’s clammy skin. He felt as if his brain was leaking from his ears. “Duff?” Steven questioned and grabbed his face with one hand. “Dude- speak to me here. You’re freaking me out.” A big nervous smile crept up upon his lips as he gripped Duff’s shoulder. Duff didn’t respond. Instead, his head just lolled off to the side. When the fuck had he passed out? “Duff!” He hissed. “Duff, get up. This isn’t fucking funny.” He smacked the side of his feverish cheek, desperately waiting for his eyes to flutter open. But, they didn’t. He was still breathing small shallow breaths. His heart was still thumping under Steven’s palm, which had snaked down to his left breast to feel his heartbeat because, well, Steven didn’t know where the hell a pulse point was!  

     “Axl! Slash! One of you get the fuck in here! Get the damn phone!” Steven screeched, his brain finally catching up on the fact that Duff had overdosed. It was weird because Steven wasn’t overdosing. Had he not taken the exact same shit? He felt fine, barely even high. So what the hell had happened? He truly didn’t know. Finally, Axl skittered down the hallway, dressed only in a big graphic shirt, his red boxers, and tube socks with their shared janky Motorola DynaTAC in hand. “What? What? The hell is happening?” He groaned, sleep-laced voice croaking mid-sentence. His fists rubbed at his eyes for a moment. “Oh. Shit.” He cursed, taking in Duff’s slightly blue drool-coated lips. It’s almost as if he was snapped away. Axl feverishly punched in ‘9-1-1’ into the phone as he muttered under his breath. 

    This freaked Steven the fuck out, more so than he already was. Big fat tears rolled down his rosy cheeks as he held the bassist to his chest. “If you die, I’ll kill myself just to kill you again.” He hiccuped into his blond hair while Axl grumbled out their address to the operator on the other end of the phone. “Hey, Stevie, roll him on his side, will ya? Thanks.” Axl barked as he shoved himself into a pair of jeans, the phone still propped up to his ear with his shoulder. “No- no not you, my roommate. Why would I tell you that?” He groaned at the phone, his voice becoming quieter and quieter as he receded into the other end of the house in search of his sneakers. Steven sat there, silent. Simply waiting. Luckily for him and Duff, when the men plucked out their home from the many selections they were given they chose the one closest to the local emergency room. It doesn’t hurt to be prepared sometimes.  

Hey, remember that other time when you OD'ed for the second time? 

      The door was opened and Duff was gone before Steven could think about it too much. He saw the paramedics. He knows they flashed a light in his eyes and murmured something about ‘fentanyl' while ushering him onto a stretcher. He knows that he told them too much about Duff- like that he had seven siblings and that his favorite color was green while frantically showing these strangers his bracelets. Axl had come mid-rant and told Steven to go put on his shoes- despite him already having them on so that he could actually give them Duff’s information. During this, Steven ran circles around the house, desperately looking for something- anything to do. Then, it clicked. Paper. He licked the paper. Steven wasn’t sure he had ever run so fast. “Axl- he- the paper! Duff licked it.” He blubbered, grabbing the ginger man by the shoulders. Axl grunted and placed his hands on Steven’s shoulders, mimicking his pose. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Slow down, calm yourself and tell me in the car.” The vocalist spoke, rubbing Steven's shoulders. This was probably the nicest he had ever been to Steven. 

     The drummer scrambled to get in Axl’s janky Chevrolet Cavalier. The two of them rushed to the car. Though Steven was quicker in his movements, Axl moved with just as much urgency. Axl didn’t bother to get buckled. It was a short ride and hell, they were already going to the hospital anyways! With the speed he rushed to get buckled, Stevens' fishnet shirt got buckled in with him, the belt interlacing between the wide diamonds of thread. He ripped the shirt out of it, leaving a wide hole next to his ribs. The car was technically new, yes, but the thing was a fourth of the original price because half of the parts had already been stripped for cash. So, it barely sputtered to life. They weren’t quite sure how it was still running. Axl drummed his palms against the wheel as he backed out of their driveway.  

     “Okay. Spill.” He sighed out, pushing softly on the gas. The car couldn’t go a mile over 30, or it’d die on them. “So- um, y’know that one joint you gave me a few weeks ago?” Steven nervously wrung his hands. “Excuse me? The one that went fucking missing? You asshole! You told me you didn’t touch that shit when it went missing!” Axl screeched. “Okay failure on my behalf to mention that. Oops. Anyways- um do you know where the weed- or the paper came from?” He sheepishly continued, staring at Axl’s clenched jaw. “I dunno- some chick. Sophia or something.” He groaned, sensing that he knew exactly where this was going. “Okay well, Sophia was out to get you or something because it was starting to unravel in his hand n’ then he licked it and- I think he felt fine when he took a hit, and then he was all hauled ass up!” Steven rambled as the car screeched to a halt. The parking job was shit, neither of them had even really realized they had gotten to the hospital yet. “Shit. Shit. Okay- fuck! We’re here.” Axl hissed as he backed out of the car, Steven shortly following suit. 

Well, in the waiting room while waiting for news of you

I hallucinated I could read your mind 

They didn’t talk during the walk inside, nor did they talk while Axl explained their situation to the sweet old receptionist. Thick honey-like tension dripped from both of them. Not only was Duff quite literally in the hospital, but Steven also had sticky fingers! In his defense, he didn’t mean to steal it. Sometimes, you’re just a little absent-minded. It happens to like- everyone. No Biggie. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Axl finally spoke with a heavy sigh. “I dunno,” Steven replied as he picked through the handful of magazines on a side table. Truth be told, he could care less about whatever celebrity drama was happening right now, but what else could he do? They were quite literally sitting ducks. The receptionist had told Axl that she’d call out his name as soon as she knew Duff was conscious and visitable, but for now, they should just wait. For a while, sitting down was fine. 

     Then, this dull poking sensation in Steven's buttocks got unbearable, so he stood up and fished whatever it was out of his back pocket. “My teeth!” He grinned, holding the yellow enamel in his palm. “What the fuck!” Axl yelped as he stared down at the two teeth that sat in Steven’s palm. “Me n’ Duff found ‘em earlier. I think they’re lucky.” He smiled, giving them a small shake. In reality, if they were anything, they’d be unlucky. How else could he explain that his best friend overdosed mere hours after they discovered them? It’s fine. Axl didn’t need to know that! “You’re fucking gross.” He grumbled, throwing himself down onto one of the hard plastic waiting room chairs. It was Steven’s turn to get up and pace back and forth. He rubbed the teeth around in his palm as he burned a hole in the tiles. Occasionally, his converse would let out a grotesque squeak which was followed by a large grey scuff across the floor and he’d mutter out a sheepish apology. His feet never stopped moving. With his teeth in hand, Steven prayed for the first time in years. Unfortunately, his mind wandered too often to have a focused prayer session. 

     ‘God if you hear this, can you get Duff out of this god-awful place already? It smells so fake- sterilized? Is that a word? Thanks. Could you imagine if I could read Duff's mind? That’s crazy. I bet he’s dreaming about screwing some broad or something. I wish I had arm candy as often as he did. I want candy. God- please grant me the wish to have even just a dollar in my wallet. I want a Snickers bar, dude! I’m tired. Anyways- back to Duff. When he gets out of here, you should give us some cash to go to Burger King or something. Hide it under the couch, if you’re even listening. Thanks, God.’  

     That was Stevens' exact thought process. Thank God for simple-minded men, such as Steven Adler.  

And I was on a lot of shit too, but what I saw, man, I tell you it was freaky 

      “Michael Andrew McKagan? Is there someone here for a- uh, Michael Andrew McKagan?” A nurse in polka-dotted scrubs questioned. Axl raised his hand, got out of his seat, grabbed Steven by the wrist, and led him through the white hospital hallway. “Doctors, man. They make me so nervous.” Steven hissed, using his free hand to wipe his hair out of his face. “Oh, I can tell. You’re soaked in sweat.” Axl grinned back, just as sardonic as ever. He sputtered. Steven wasn’t actually sure how Axl knew where to go. Either Axl could actually read people's minds, or Steven had just zoned out on the part where the nurse told them where to go. It’s probably the latter. That vague, sad crying noise that every hospital seemed to have echoed around the stark halls as they reached the door. The drummer felt nauseous but, hey, someone else in the facility probably felt worse! So, he didn’t feel as if his situation was all that bad after all. I mean, unless you count almost killing your best friend as bad, Then it was horrible. 

     “I’ll let you have your little sappy moment, try to make it quick, though. On the way home, we can grab fast food or something.” Axl coughed, standing outside the door like a guard dog. Maybe God had listened, after all. Steven stood still for a moment as he grasped the cool metal doorknob, just gazing at himself in the reflection. He looked like a mess, at least he did from the awkward angle that the silver knob was at. The slightly burnt spot in his hair looked more obnoxiously obvious. He shoved the teeth back into his pocket. Finally, he pushed the door open. Duff looked- well, better than expected, but still rough. “Steven!” He croaked from his spot in the bed, raising his IV’ed arms at him. The idea of a hug from the bassist was ever so beckoning, but terrifying at the same time. “I’m not gonna break, probably, c’mon man!” He grinned. Steven mimicked his beam and rushed at the man. A blur of blond hair, denim, and fishnet stormed across the floor impossibly fast. The two of them giggled as they became entangled with each other. “Are you crying?” Duff mumbled into his wild hair.  

     “Man, shut up, Michael.” 

     “Don’t call me that! Asshat.” Duff teased. Steven didn’t even know his name was ever anything other than Duff, he didn't look like a ‘Michael’. “You look like shit, sorry about y’know,” Steven paused as he stared up at him, “everything.” Duff just smiled down at him and reassuringly rubbed his back. Whoever had cleaned him up had wiped away the crusted blood on his upper lip. His lips were more red; properly colored. He looked alive, once more. “It’s whatever. I was already a little wasted when we left the house, anyways. Whatever the hell was in that joint did not mix well with the shit I had already taken.” He giggled, resting his chin on top of Steven’s head. 

     “Axl’s here, y’know? He cried a little bit, I think.”  

     “Oh, like this is the first overdose he’s witnessed in this band!” 

Freaky.

[flkmoresluvr]

Writing my Axl Rose story, i’ve got the first two chapters written I shall upload it whenever I get my invitation on A03 so I can upload it on there and also wattpad!

It’s a basic ass enemies to lovers story set within high school but I think some will enjoy it. (My friend at least, haha.)

[hollywoodroses]

𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝔂 (𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝔃𝔃𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓵𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂)

you are an innocent/catholic school girl who can do no wrong, so your friends dare you to go inside a porn shop as a prank. you didn’t expect to play with the owner. 😳

mention of robbery, mention of drug-use, freaky smut, use of video-camera, use of pet-name, spit!kink, & choking!kink.

mdni

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You had just skipped school with a day of fun and games with your two best friends, Cindy and Brooke. It had started when you smoked some cannabis and stole a car. It led you to be standing outside of an adult store with fear.

“Go on, you can do it. I know you want to.” Brooke said with a giggle as you blushed hard.

“You promise you won’t leave?”

“Honest”. Cindy smiled with her hand behind her back, crossing her fingers.

You take a deep breath as you open the door.

When it closes, you don’t realize your friends ran off abandoning you.

You walk around the shop, looking at all of the merchandise with a look of wonder in your eyes. As you turn your back, facing a shelf you pick up a slutty magazine. You don’t notice that the owner has an eye on you.

“Like what you see?”

You gasp as you drop the magazine. Too shy to look at who spoke to you, you apologize as you finally look at the young man. You stutter your words as he smiles at you.

“Don’t worry, kitten. If you are really curious let me show you the real fun”.

You follow the unnamed man into a back room. You are in shock as you see a chair in front of a video camera. Getting nervous, you feel butterflies in your stomach as you blush for the second time that day.

“Sit on my lap, pretty kitty.” He says, sweet-talking you.

You are unsure of what he is up to but his words get you excited.

You walk up to him, lift up your skirt and sit on his lap. Your pussy touching his dick, you literally struggle a moan as you hear the camera turn on.

As you get comfortable in his lap, you begin to rock against him. Feeling wetness dampen your underwear.

“That’s it, kitty. Get off on my body like the whore you are”.

His words made you go feral for him. You feel him lightly choking you, you put your hand on top of his as you grind on his dick faster. You turn your head to look at the camera, your hair getting in your face.

He pulls you by your neck, licking your lips as you open your mouth. Your tongues connecting in dance. Closing your eyes, you feel him spit in your mouth, a moan getting stuck in your throat.

You take a hand and pull your panties to the side as you squirt all over him. You hide yourself in his shoulder as you get down from your sexual high.

He kisses your forehead as you catch your breath, whispering praises in your ear.

the end

a/n: 😩😭💀

[thesmokingguns]

City of Angels Chapter Two

“Your shoe really fell off like Cinderella?” Bernie was into Disney Princesses at the moment and always seemed to get hung up on the fact that I had taken off my boot. She thought that it was romantic being in the hallway and being caught off guard; I didn’t tell her about what it was like being scared all the time.

“And Axl and Izzy were at the party?” Bennie jumped in.

“You’re not supposed to call Daddy by his name.” Bernie chastised as she scooted closer to me on the bed. I laid a kiss on her temples, smiling as the two of them had their small bickerings.

“My darlings, I can’t tell you the story if you don’t let me get it out. You know there's a lot of twists and turns but you need to let me get there first.” I tickled their bellies, the squeals of joy made me feel warm all over.

When I was a child laughter like this wasn’t common and I had promised that my children would be all laughter and smiles. It was important to me, after the life that I had growing up where children were to be seen as accessories like trophies to parents, to give my children the childhood I was denied.

As a child we were dressed in uncomfortable shoes we were taught to polish, dresses that always came to at least our knees with matching bows and sweaters. Ma’am and sir followed each sentence and only were heard when we were spoken to. As children we were expected to be perfect and if we weren’t well, I promised that my children would have a happy childhood not like mine. My husband had promised that to me. When we had gotten pregnant our children would grow up differently. We nearly died to make that happen but it was worth it.

“Tell us more mama.”

“Please.” I smiled, hugging them closer to me as I laid kisses on their heads as I began the story of how I met their father again.

“In the gardens there grew hedges of lilacs, lavender and white, making the air so fragrant with their blossoms that whoever neared too close to them out be spell bound by their aroma. The lilac queen could watch the people who were captured in her flower essence and…”

July 1989

Enola lived in a small apartment above the florist shop she worked in. A barely finished attic, calling it finished with the non-insulated wood and raw rough edges of sloped walls that would scratch her, leaving splinters on her fingers if she ran her hand over it. It fit her full sized mattress with too many pillows and a quilt she had made herself, a small kitchen area with a stove and a fridge were by the front door and there was one armed chair to eat in that she kept her clothes folded on, opting to stand most of the time when she wolfed down her overnight oats and too hot cup of tea. Her groceries that would have been in a cabinet stayed inside a milk crate on the one counter between the stove and fridge, that she would move to the floor when she cooked. Her fridge, mostly bare except for a glass bottle of milk for her oats and tea, a few packs of ketchup she had saved from a burger joint with Axl, and a loaf of bread or what was left of it.

Her life was simple now and she was thankful for the few things she had and the small cozy apartment that she rented. It was her home. The first place in her life that had the soft charm of safety and cozy reliance. She liked coming home after a night out, cheeks pink from the wind as she walked too quickly on city sidewalks. Kicking off her shoes and falling into bed. Sometimes she’d reach over to the pile of yellowed paperbacks that served as a makeshift nightstand and read a few passages from something she had been forbidden from indulging in growing up or sometimes she’d make a cup of tea to settle the excitement of whatever happened the night before and stand in front of the floor to ceiling window that worked as the light to her apartment.

The florist shop and building was owned by Nadine DeFeo. A sweet older woman who had raised her children on the second floor of the building. Three sons and one daughter, who had all moved away and left their parents alone. Her husband, who had worked as a carpenter and repaired the other five floors and started to work on the attic, had passed away the spring before. Nadine had taken one look at Enola when she walked into the shop, unsure what a resume was and explaining she had taken lessons with her mother and aunts about floral arranging. The strange girl had been given a test instead of a ‘No’ and sent to help a customer where she arranged a bouquet with an eye for detail and understanding for flowers meaning that had touched Nadine, who hired her on the spot.Sensing that Enola was in need she offered the attic as a place to live along with a small salary she was paid in cash each week.

She was carving out a life for herself in LA, the City of Angels.

Axl grimaced as Izzy walked into the practice space. He was still sour about how his bandmate hadn’t heeded his warning about staying away from Enola. No, Izzy had chased after her and spooked the girl. Axl knew this because usually he would have run into her after one of his parties at the small coffee shop she liked but he hadn’t seen her at all this week. Now it was Thursday and they played a show tomorrow, so he had to hope she’d show up at will call and pick up her ticket.

Axl had met Enola by chance. A group of girls at a party had introduced them and he had taken one look at her in the soft lavender sweater over a long prairie dress and wanted to take her home and marry her. She had been new to LA,not used to the short skirts and loud way everyone dressed. Axl liked her, she reminded him of all the good parts of his hometown that he had forgotten existed.

She had started showing up to parties more, opting out of her long dresses and into denim jeans that clung to her legs and these heeled white boots that she polished for two long to make them look new instead of just accepting they were a great Goodwill find. Axl craved her attention, going out of his way to get her to go out to dinner with him.

Enola had accepted a few times, always meeting him at the place and never letting him pick her up or drop her off. That should have been a red flag to the singer but he couldn’t stop himself from being around her. He liked watching her try new things that he ordered for her, the way she talked and would laugh at his stories, her dark hair dancing as her head shook with laughter she gave out freely. Axl adored her but wanted more and more and more of her but Enola gave what she gave and never more.

Izzy was furious with the way that Axl was gatekeeping the girl at the party, not even giving him her name. Izzy had been trying to find out more about her all week, the girl who smelled like lilacs and had eyes that shone like gold in the earth. He felt like he was going crazy as he hit dead end after dead end when it came to her.

Picking up his guitar he didn’t bother speaking to Axl, only lit a cigarette ready to get on with practicing for tomorrow night. There was obvious tension there but all Izzy could think about was lilacs and how he wanted to breathe in her scent as he held her close. He was half drunk from just the memory of her, what was he going to do if he actually found her? Where was he going to find her?

And then it hit him. He knew exactly where to find her.

“Where are you going?” Axl asked as Izzy started to walk out of the rehearsal space, three songs into their set. But Izzy flipped him off and kept on walking until he was at the payphone outside.

He opened the yellow pages there, flipping to the business section as he groaned seeing that there were fifty two florist shops in LA. He was going to call every single one until he found out who she was. He reached into his pocket, swearing when he realized he didn’t have enough dimes to do all this. He’d have to go home and start making calls.

It was as he pulled out front of the apartment he had bought that he realized Nadine’s was across the street. Nadine’s was where Izzy went when he was going to send flowers to a girl he didn’t plan on seeing again.

The familiar bell in the shop, the rich scent of fresh blooms, sticky with humidity. His eyes searched for Nadine but instead he froze. Her back was to him, her shiny brown hair with a green floral pattern silk scarf tying it back into a ponytail, a white tshirt and overalls, and those white boots on.

All this searching and she was right across the street.

“One second.” She had her cheery voice, making Izzy remembered the sound Of her laughter, how easy she made it seem to be happy. How easy it was to smile around her.

“I’m just here for your name.” Her back stiffened as she realized who was behind her. Izzy noticed it, stepping forward as he realized that he had scared her and wanting to apologize.

What was he thinking?

“Izzy.” He looked at Nadine who was carrying something in her arms, “If you’re here some girl is going to call my shop heartbroken over not getting a second date, asking if there was more to the notes you make me write for you.” He bloomed red like a summer rose with too much sun. “Leave Enola alone. I don’t need my girl getting her heartbroken by Mr. One Date.” Nadine was playful with Izzy but he was embarrassed by how much she knew about him.

Enola. He had her name now.

She was turning, looking at him with her brown eyes serious, looking at him with measure patience, wiping her hands that were brown with dirty on a towel.

“I don’t date.” She said it seriously and Izzy wanted to know more about it but he just shrugged his shoulders

in response.

“Apparently I don’t date either.” Something about the way he said it made her laugh.

Nadine looked between the two of them, remembering the way that her husband Alfred had always come into the kitchen Sunday when she was cooking, stressed knowing their house would be filmed to the brim and everything had to be perfect. He wouldn’t care about the way she was flying, sweating around the kitchen, not ready to receive guests with too much to do. He’d take her in his arms, singing his favorite opera songs and swirling them around the kitchen in frenzied dance. She had always tried to be mad at him then but she loved him too much and would laugh. Laugh just like Enola had just done.

“Enola, why don’t you take a break?” Nadine said it without room to argue, her eyes flickering between the young people in the room.

Izzy could see what the old woman was thinking, how she was playing matchmaker. And he was thankful for her.

Enola looked skeptical, not sure she wanted to go anywhere with him.

“I make a really good vegetable pad Thai in under fifteen minutes.” Izzy offered and Enola was curious now, tilting her head.

“You cook?” The idea of a man in a kitchen surprising her. It wasn’t something she had seen growing up. Looking at Nadine, the older woman nodded as if telling her to go. “I am hungry.” Izzy smirked holding out his hand to her, watching Enola look unsure before she grabbed it, letting him lead her across the street to his apartment.

Enola. Wonderful Enola. Stupendous Enola. Was sitting in his apartment at his kitchen table, drinking water from one of his glasses as Izzy cooked.

“Are you sure I can’t help?” She asked for the thousandth time. She was watching him move around the kitchen with a sense of surety that reminded her of her grandmother. He had his sleeves pulled up and was moving around, adding spices like he had made this recipe a thousand times. Enola watching, curious as a man cooked for her.

“You’re my guest.” Izzy’s response was easy, while he worried about impressing her with his cooking.

He kept looking at her at his table. Almost like he wanted to make sure she was really there and not just something he had dreamt up. He could smell the heavy scent of flowers around her and wanted to bury his nose in the scent of her skin. But Enola was skittish in some ways, he saw the way her eyes sparkled with almost fear at times and he knew he had to take this slow.

“Izzy.” She said his name softly and he realized she was right behind him now, “Like this.” She touched his hand, slowly guiding it down on how to cut the carrot he was making. Izzy didn’t care that she was correcting him because she was touching him, pressed against his back so he could feel the warmth of her skin.

He was elated. Wanting to turn and kiss her.

“There.” She removed her hand as he took over, smirking at her as she stood against his counter, crossing her arms and making him aware that she had more to say, “you can’t tell anyone where I work. Please, Izzy. I’m…private.” The way she said the last word, her pretty mouth frowning, he knew what privacy meant.

It meant she was lonely and hiding and needed her solitude to feel better. She needed her secrets to make her feel safe.

“Enola, I won’t tell a soul.” She believed him. Looking into his green eyes as he watched her, the way she nodded before moving back to the table sitting down and watching him finish up cooking.

Izzy was setting the food in front of her, hurriedly sitting across from her as he watched her weave her fingers together, praying over her food silently before picking up her fork and diving in.

When Enola moaned, mouth full of food izzy instantly got hard imagining her moaning with her mouth full of something else. His eyes widening, pulse quickening as he watched the way pleasure looked on her face. Knowing he was in a lot of trouble then.

“This is delicious.” She said, Izzy smiling as he made her happy.

“Well after lunch I’ll walk you back over to work. And maybe when the shop closes you can come over for dinner.” Enola looked at him, curious as she shrugged her shoulders.

“Maybe I will.”

[duffslut]

Teach you a lesson

Modern! Axl Rose x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 613

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

Axl held you by the neck while making you take steps back without even knowing which direction you were going, it was only when you felt your head hit the wall that he finally stopped, his blue eyes stared at you with anger and desire at the same time, you knew you had disobeyed him, but you didn't imagine he would find out so quickly.

- You're a fucking whore. - He said in his frighteningly thick voice, without taking his hands off your neck, you started to run out of air.

A tear ran down your cheeks.

- Don't you dare fucking cry in front of me! - You held back your tears and felt Axl's hand roughly lift your skirt and go down inside your panties.

Of course you were wet, the more badly Axl treated you, the more horny you felt for him, and that made him even angrier.

- Tell me you slut... - Axl started saying as he shoved 2 fingers inside your pussy. - Who does this wet pussy belong to?

- To you baby. - You tried to caress his face but he grabbed your hand before you could touch him.

- To me? - He asked. - So tell me Y/n, why were you talking to someone I said you shouldn't talk to? Am I not man enough for you? - He screamed.

Axl turned your body backwards from him, facing the wall, and arched your back so that your ass was sticking up for him, you groaned in pain as he gave your ass the first slap, burning your skin, he didn't stop, the thick rings between his fingers made your skin hurt even more.

You could feel your pussy literally dripping wet as Axl slapped you, your face on the wall was soaked with tears, you couldn't take the teasing anymore, you wanted him to fuck the shit out of you. Axl put one finger in your mouth, and you sucked on it like you were sucking his cock, and once it was wet enough, he shoved it in your ass.

- Take it like a good girl. - He whispered repeatedly while fingering your asshole.

You could tell when even he couldn't take it anymore, his dick was almost bursting through his pants.

- Let me help you daddy. - You said when Axl finally allowed you to turn around and kneel in front of him.

He remained standing, holding your head as you unzipped his pants, you looked up for permission, but what Axl did was spit on his own dick right before he buried your head in, already making you choke, shoving his cock deep in your throat, you covered yourself in the pre-cum that was constantly leaking from his dick, licking all over its width and down to his balls, sucking them while using your hands to masturbate him. You reached your hand down to his nipple piercing, playing with it as you started to move your mouth up to his belly button, and then continued up until you reached his pecs, you kissed every inch of his skin, and nibbled on his nipple where the piercing dangled, which made him grunt. You guided Axl to the couch and sat down in front of him, rubbing your clit with one hand while the other was in your mouth.

- Please fuck me daddy! - You asked and Axl came closer, finally placing his cock against your pussy, but without fucking you yet, only masturbating himself.

You rolled your eyes and smiled when he finally started to push inside you, but your smile soon disappeared when you felt the warm liquid inside you.

- You didn't deserve it today, finish it yourself and clean up this fucking mess.

[lagunz]

𝖕𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 ♥︎🐾

🐾 puppy play, 🔞, submissive izzy ; if you don't like those topics please don't read. i'm sensitive to bad feedback ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

the thought of being submissive had never crossed izzy's mind until he met you.

summary: reader works with dogs, after her day of work she accidentally slips up and calls izzy "puppy." he doesn't seem weirded out tho...

it had been a long day, you worked part time at an animal rescue sanctuary and you had been at work all day, taking in new animals and training the dogs. you were exhausted after your day of work.

you're laid upon your bed after your evening shower, izzy sat on his chair beside the bed gently strumming out soft melodies on his acoustic, it relaxes you both.

you reach over to grab the television remote on the bedside table and your wrist accidentally knocks it clattering on the floor.

"ah, baby can you reach that for me?"

you mumbled out, laying back against the headboard, stupid remote. izzy puts his guitar aside and gets it without any fuss, tossing it over to you.

"good puppy." you accidentally said as you take the remote, looking at the television. you didn't notice you said it at first but as a silence hits the air, you recognise your fault.

"oh- sorry." you'd chuckle a bit. "i've been around the dogs all day..."

it was still silent. you look over at izzy and notice a faint ruby shade on his cheeks, a shy look in his eye. he looked like a deer in headlights.

you sit up a little, tilting your head.

"izzy?"

you'd test, not expecting him to suddenly be so tensed. he looks back down at his guitar at your voice, the air still lays quiet.

you decide to test your theory.

"puppy?"

a low whine emerges from his throat. oh. okay.

you reach over and tilt his head up by his chin so he's looking at you. his cheeks are pink and eyes glossy in something you can only recognise to be complete submission.

you stroke your thumb against his chin a little before looking down. "put that down."

he immediately pushes the guitar gently off his lap and up against the bedside table. he looks up at you; almost as if waiting for his next command.

you put your hand around his chunky beaded necklace, pulling him towards the bed off his chair. he whines quietly as he comes onto the bed with a slight stumble. you bunch up his necklace in your hand and pull him closer by his neck.

"you're a pathetic puppy for not telling me about this little dirty kink of yours." you grit out slightly.

he stumbles upon his words as he pleads, "i didn't know, i swear i..."

you give his neck a squeeze and he lets out a shaky little moan, already embarrassingly pent up. you let go and lay back, admiring his state.

he whines as he's left sat without instructions, looking down at you with a desperate look in his eye. you pat your thigh, "here pup."

he blinked, unsure of himself. unsure wether to fully submit, he just feels so pathetic but so seen. he crawls to you, mounting your thigh as you instructed. without telling him to, he slowly starts to rock his hips back and forth on your thigh, his dick throbs in his jeans.

you raise a brow, you've never seen him this pathetic. he's letting out small moans as he pleasures himself on your thigh, his pretty lips hang open slightly.

"you are just a puppy, huh? rutting on me... so pathetic." you try. he moans out, trying to silent himself as his head goes back. you pull down his necklace again so you can see his pretty face, you don't know if he'll feel confident to do this again.

he can't even look you in the eye as he softly pants, your thigh becoming increasingly more wet as he lets himself feel how he does.

you lightly snicker. you can't believe your eyes... he lets out an embarrassed whine as he hears you snicker, he can't help but moan out. this feels better than any drug could make him feel.

"good boy... there you go." you mumble, rubbing his other thigh as his legs quiver and shake as he comes in his pants, just from some simple rutting.

"my puppy..."

he lets out a shaky whine, catching his breath.

you run him a bath that night, his legs still shaky from how overwhelming that all felt. he felt loved, accepted. you hold him to sleep that night as your vanilla candles flicker softly in the silence of the room. you kiss his neck softly as he's still a bit whiny. your puppy.

[xo-myloves]

Hiii I never requested something so I don't really know how this goes but I LOVE your writing

Can you write something with current slash like reader is friends with londen and they are having a sleepover but reader couldn't sleep so see went downstairs and slash was there and then smut

English is not my first language so I hope its readable

Sorry this took so fucking long, I was just not motivated to write but I’m back and better than fucking ever!!

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“Hey you’re cool”

“Hey you’re cool”

That’s how me and London became friends, quite simple right?

Me and him and ride or die, he was my best friend, I’m his, he means the world to me, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to fuck his dad…..

You have to let me explain, his father is the guitar player of Guns N’ Roses, his dad is fucking slash.

Fucking slash.

Going over to his house was always the worst, I acted like a love sick puppy, seeing his father was always emotional, in many ways, he was so easy to talk to, if it was about music, movies, snakes, boys, anything, he was always there for me if I needed to talk about anything.

In a different way though, if I talked about another man, he’d get jealous? Like saying if they fuck with me, he will fuck them up, or get someone to do it, (probably axl) needless to say, he cared about me, in what kinda way? We’ll never know…… well that’s so I thought.

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“Oh shut the fuck up and get me a rootbeer” came from London, we were laughing are asses off, making stupid jokes, high as shit.

We stole some weed from middle schoolers, they don’t need it anyway… right? Meh, I don’t fucking care.

“Fine you dickhead, just don’t fall fucking asleep.” I huffed out, flicking him off as I left his room, him blowing a kiss back, rolling my eyes at his annoying ass.

As I walked down the stairs and stumbling to the kitchen, trying not to fall on my ass, god we smoked so much. My head was spinning, my legs felt like noodles, my eyes were blood shot as all hell, Jesus I looked like a mess.

As I was rumbling through the cabinets, I heard slight footsteps, I didn’t see shit, so I was shitting my pants, the fridge light was too dark to see anything, I grabbed my pocket in hopes my phone would be inside.

Fuck.

I couldn’t call out, I didn’t want to wake anyone up in the house, and neither did the human in front of me, before I knew it, I felt a hand on my mouth, it was very soft, too soft.

“Hey it’s me, don’t freak out.. just come with me.”

I heard slash’s voice, I immediately went to ease and let him grab my hand and take me to his desire destination, he didn’t walk to fast or slow, just enough to get me to his room quickly.

“What’s up? Did I do something? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be loud.” I immediately started apologizing and hoping I didn’t wake him, or that he’d be mad I was high out of my mind.

“No, no, you didn’t do anything sweetheart.” He cooed me, bringing me in for a hug, kissing the top of my head, resting his chin on it, having me utterly terrified and confused, but just wrapping my arms around his waist.

“I just… you l-looked so gorgeous today..” he spoke softly into my ear, my cheeks immediately light up, letting out a little giggle, as he traced little circles with his nails on my lower back.

“Heh… thank youuu…” I dragged out the “you” longer than you normally would, loving how sweet he was being.

“I’ll let you go if you tell me the truth.” He spoke randomly, my gut dropped, was he going to ask if I liked him? It was fucking obvious, I bet even London knew, I hope he doesn’t…

“W-what is it..” I spoke in a worried tone, releasing from the hug softly to look up at him, “are you high?” He chuckled softly, looking down at me with his big brownish black eyes. Making me even giggled.

Thank god.

“Yeah… I am.” I shyly spoke, covering my face in his chest, he rubbed the back of my head, laughing softly with me, “hmmm so what does this mean? That you aren’t the good girl you always try to seem to be? Always sucking up to me?” He spoke out in a playful tone, those words weren’t meant to be dirty but fuck my mind could only go there.

“Hmmm I could be your good girl..” I spoke abundantly, it was so fucking random and stupid, why would I say that, I realized what I said after I spoke, making me gasp and cover my mouth, my eyes widing.

“Is that so? Didn’t know you were dirty as well… I should’ve know you’ve always had a thing for me.”he teased me, putting one of his fingers on my chin making me look up at him, more sucked into his eyes this time.

“Please.” Those were the only words that could leave my mouth, and that’s all I needed to say, slash got the message, before I knew it his lips were pressed against mine, his tongue exploring mine, every square inch.

“Fuck ive always wanted this.” Slash grunted into the kiss, that immediately went to my pussy, making her pulse, one of his hands going to my breast making me even more weak for him.

“Facefuck me.” I blurted out, leaving the kiss for the moment, his eyes widening at my statement, “you sure honey?” He spoke in such a sweet manner, I can’t with him, he is such a sweetheart.

I nodded my head right away, immediately going to my knees in front of him, wanting him to use me, wanting to be all his. “I’m not going to hurt you, get up, I want YOU to feel good.” He spoke, pushing me up by my shoulder, pushing me to the bed softly.

Striping my pajamas pants softly, leaving me in my black thong, his eyes were locked onto my pussy, I felt like he could see it pulsing, he wrapped his finger around the thing fabric, exposing my clit to the cool air, his lips parted at the sight.

“Spread your legs for me baby.” He spoke as I laid on my back, with his hands on my knee caps, letting him spread me open, his calloused finger tip glazing over my wet throbbing clit, making me gasp softly.

“Slash” I moaned out softly, my eyes locked into his big poofy hair, as he touched me, before I knew it, he slipped his THICK long fingers into my wet core.

“Does that feel good honey? Because we gotta hurry up, London might hear you, didn’t think you’d be so fucking loud.” He giggled softly, acting like he wasn’t fingering the shit out of me, making my thighs twitch, it’s like he knew my body, it was amazing, he knew where to hit and flick everytime I needed it.

“Shit slash.” I moaned, ready for my climax to release all over his hands, he knew it was coming, he went faster, rubbing my clit with his thumb and three fingers fucking me like not tomorrow, before I knew it I left with a wet white coat all over him, with moans and an eyes roll.

“Was that good doll?” He spoke softly, licking my release off his fingers. Fuck he’s so hot.

“Y-yes it was amazing..” I spoke softly, picking up my panties off the floor and my pj pants, looking up at him.

“We can do that again, I’ll text you when London goes out, I don’t wanna ruin what you guys have.”

Hmm maybe that could be a plan….