#guns n roses fan fic

[thesmokingguns]

Witches w/ Izzy STradlin

Super fluffy piece I wrote around Halloween <3

I feel like you never see Izzy written as a family man and I can just picture him with a whole ass family

Izzy was beat.

His head ached. His body ached. And all he needed was to be curled up with the four ladies in his life to feel better.

He had only been home for one night and had to do some work at a local radio station today, which lead to a recording studio trop he hadn’t expected and finally he was headed home for some quality family time.

As soon as he entered the quiet house he know that there was trouble.

“Quiet.”

“You be quiet, Tara.”

“Shut up, Tessa.”

“I’m going to tell Mama you said Shut up.”

“Don’t be a tattletale, Toni.”

The three little voices were coming from his bedroom making Izzy smirk as he kicked off his shoes, heading to the bedroom where he knocked on the door getting a chorus of ‘shhh’ from behind the wood.

“Can I come in?” He waited a second expecting three squealing tots to throw themselves in his arm and cover him with kisses as they searched his pockets for whatever treat he bought for them.

But instead he heard them whispering together some more in whatever secret they were locked into.

“Darlings, your daddy asked to come in.” He couldn’t help the smile at his wife's voice, her soft reminder to her daughters about his knock.

But all he heard was more whispering before finally, Tara , his oldest at seven, opened the door looking at him with his own eyes staring back at him, her lips in a serious pout as her chocolate curls sat untamed under a pointed black hat.

A bit of jostling and the two other pointed hats of Tessa, age five, and Toni, age four, poked their heads out looking at Izzy with the little girl pouts that he didn’t expect.

“Why the long faces, little witches?” That got a google out of Toni who was promptly shh’d by her sisters and a fierce whisper between them went off.

“You can’t come in here anymore. You’re not allowed near Mommy.” Izzy’s eyebrows raised and he caught sight of his wife in bed looking at him with the same sort of confusion that he was sure was on his face.

A soft cry made him look at the baby in her arms. At just seven months their youngest daughter, Tilly was latching onto her mothers breast, unaware of the battle her sisters were embarking in.

“Darlings let daddy in.” She gave him an encouraging smile but he saw them all put their heads together before Tara was once more looking at him, her hands on her hips as the cape his wife made her with little crescent moons fluttered behind her.

“You can come in, daddy. But you need to undo it.” She crossed her arms, elbowing Tessa who mimicked the motion that her older sister was doing as Toni lost interest twirling around in her pink cape with gold sparkly stars, giggling at the material.

One witch down, two to go.

“Undo what?” He was crouching down to their level opening his arms as Tessa smiled, leaning in to get hugs from him.

Tessa was the one who always wanted snuggles. She was the one who liked physical touch and Izzy knew he was exploiting it but he wanted to give all his little girls hugs.

“The watermelon curse, daddy.” She whispered, getting a glare from Tara.

“He knows what he did.” Tara was upset as her sister ran off, the green cape with orange pumpkins flying in the wind she had created from rushing away.

Tara turned to Izzy, hand on her hips as she kept him from entering the bedroom still. Obviously she was upset about something.

“What is going on, Tara? What did I do?” Izzy wanted to just curl up with them all, eat pizza in bed and watch a movie. He would even watch a princess movie if it meant they all were happy.

Anything for his family.

“You put a curse on Mommy. You come home and you give her a look that makes her look at you all goo goo and then her belly grows from the watermelon seed and there is another baby. There are four of us now, daddy. Five is too many. That’s greedy.” Izzy blinked, swallowing the smile on his lips as his wife kissed Tilly’s head.

His other two had crawled on the bed, petting their baby sister as they watched their mother nurse,giving her all the cuddles.

“Tara, babies are gifts.” He reached for her but she shook her head, not being lured into his arms as he sighed out, sitting cross legged, “Do you want to tell me what’s going on little one?” She looked back at her sisters, realizing that they weren’t paying attention she moved closer, arms wrapping around Izzy.

Her little hands tugged at his dreads as her hat jostled from bumping into him as she whispered in his ear.

“If you have more babies you’ll have less love for me.” The softness of her voice, worried made Izzy’s heartache as he held her close, rubbing her back as she sniffled trying to be the strong older sister.

“Oh Tara, mommy and me love you all so much. Can’t you see how we love you all?” she nodded her head in confirmation but didn’t look at him, “Do you love your sisters?” she looked at him, cheeks a little flushed as she shrugged.

“Sometimes. But sometimes Tessa has hot dog farts and Tilly always is sucking on moms boobies and Toni takes long showers where she sings so loud.” Izzy smirked at her little grievances with her sisters. “But Toni always shares her candy with me and Tessa gives really good snuggles when I have bad dreams and I like the way Tilly smiled at me first.” Izzy nodded in understanding.

“And just how you love all your sisters we love you.” She nodded her head in understanding, pulling away as she stuck out her pinky at him.

“Promise you’ll love us, no matter how many you have?”  Izzy chuckled, nodding his head as he entered the solemn vow with his daughter, “Okay, daddy you can come in now.” Izzy stood up, taking Tara with him. Glad that she wasn’t complaining that she was too big to be held.

Finally he was in bed with all of the, snuggled up as his wife looked at him, her eyes on him as Izzy stroked the girls hair getting them arranged for movie night.

“Are you alright?” he asked, leaning in and stealing a kiss as well as the baby from her arms. He took over burping as his wife snuggled closer, leaning in for just him to hear.

“I feel pretty good for swallowing a watermelon seed.”

[prettypersuasion]

I love this but YEARS of nothing but crickets?

He would have to be something amazing for the reader to even consider it.

𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢

requested! thank youuuuuu! i can make a part two if you'd like!

☾izzy and the reader were once in love before his fame, but after years of silence, he returns wanting to reconnect☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

you remember when it was simple. when it was just the two of you—izzy and you, before anything had the chance to change. it wasn’t about fame or recognition. it was about the music, late nights, and dreams that felt so tangible you could almost reach out and touch them. you’d meet up at his apartment or at dive bars in the city, the sound of a jukebox playing in the background, the clink of glasses and the murmur of quiet conversations surrounding you. but the two of you were in your own world.

back then, no one knew who guns n’ roses was. it was just a band with big ambitions. and you were with izzy through it all—through the struggles and the small victories. it felt like the two of you were unstoppable. he’d look at you with those wild eyes, that mischievous smile, and talk about the future, the one where he was going to make it big. you believed him, of course. you always did.

then the band exploded. one minute, he was the guy you saw in the studio, getting better every day, and the next, guns n' roses was everywhere. the tours, the interviews, the screaming fans—it all came crashing down on him. the world was now watching, and izzy became a part of something bigger than you could have ever imagined.

at first, it wasn’t so bad. you’d talk on the phone when he was free, send a few letters, but slowly, it began to fade. he’d get caught up in the whirlwind of it all, and you would try to understand, but there was a growing emptiness in your chest.

the days turned into weeks, then months. izzy stopped calling. he stopped writing. you would hear his name everywhere, see his face on magazine covers, hear his songs on the radio, but he was no longer there for you. you’d sit in your room with the phone on your lap, waiting for a call or a letter, but it never came.

you told yourself it was just the way things were now. he was living his dream. he was busy, right?

but it didn’t stop the hurt.

you tried moving on, but how do you let go of someone who was once everything to you? how do you erase the memories of those summer nights, the way his fingers would brush against yours, the way he would laugh so easily? you couldn’t, not really. you learned to live without him, though, and maybe that was the hardest part. you learned to exist without him.

years passed. you found your own way, built a life that didn’t revolve around his absence. but in the back of your mind, izzy always lingered. that small flame that never fully went out. you pushed it down, buried it deep, but there were moments—late at night or during a quiet afternoon when a song would come on the radio, or something would remind you of him—that flame would flicker again.

and you hated yourself for it. for still thinking about him. for still waiting, even though he’d never promised anything.

then, one day, the phone rang. you didn’t recognize the number at first, and when you picked it up, there was a moment of silence. then you heard a voice. his voice. it was deep, familiar, the same but different, like it hadn’t aged at all.

“hey, it’s izzy,” he said, and your heart skipped a beat. “i… i’ve been thinking about you. a lot. i’m leaving the band.”

you blinked, not understanding what he meant at first. leaving the band? after all this time?

“i just—” he sighed, the sound heavy in the receiver. “i had to. it’s not what i thought it would be, and i’ve realized i’ve been running for a long time. i need to come back. come back to you.”

you didn’t know how to respond. your heart was pounding in your chest, your mind racing with confusion. the years of silence, the pain, the heartache—it all came rushing back.

you thought about everything you’d lived through, how much you’d changed, how much he had too. but you also thought about that flame—the one you’d kept alive, buried deep but never truly gone.

izzy was here now, saying all the right things. he was leaving the fame, the band, the life he’d built for a new one. with you.

but you still didn’t know what to feel.

“can we talk?” he asked, his voice quieter now, unsure. “i just want to see you. i miss you.”

and just like that, everything seemed to pause. time seemed to stand still. the world outside faded, and it was just you, standing in the quiet after all these years, waiting for something that had felt impossible. you had the choice.

you could let him back in.

or you could keep going, as you had been, without him.

but deep down, you already knew.

[hollywoodroses]

-moans- 🥵

[duffslut]

By the pool

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist

Word Count: 890

Warnings: Smut! Minors DNI.

It was the hottest night that summer, you were melting in the heat of your hotel room when you finally decided to go to the pool, it was night and you would probably be the only one there, and it's wasn't like you had any company to call, since you had decided to travel alone.

You heard some rumors as you walked down the hallway towards the pool, apparently some rock band was staying at the same hotel as you, but you didn't care much, until you got to the pool area and were paralyzed by what you saw, four guys slumped on sun loungers around the pool, countless bottles of whiskey on the floor, and one last guy in the pool, who had an incredibly lit cigarette between his lips. You thought about just turning around and going back to the room, but it was too late, now they were all staring at you, you tried to cover your body with your towel, and felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

- You guys are scaring the poor girl you fuckers. - The guy in the pool said, and you thought you recognized his voice from somewhere, but it was only when he brushed his long, curly hair away from his face that you realized who they were, the band people were talking about in the hallway was GUNS N FUCKING ROSES.

- I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to bother you, I swear I'm not a crazy fan. - You spoke too fast. - I mean, I'm a fan actually, but I didn't know you guys were here.

They laughed, and Axl passed you a bottle of whiskey, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, you couldn't refuse, and maybe the drink would take away some of your shyness since Slash, from the pool, hadn't taken his eyes off you since you arrived.

- What's your name? - Slash asked you.

- Y/n. - You said, trying to seem calm, when in reality you were completely in love with him, he had always been your favorite member of the band, and you had never imagined meeting him like this.

- Great, Y/n, now would you mind lighting my cigarette for me? - He said as drops of water ran down his hair and wet his angelic face.

Somewhere in your body, you felt yourself getting wet too, why did he have to be so hot? And why did he have to look deep into your eyes while you lit the cigarette on his lips?

- Is it cold? - You asked about the pool water.

- No, it's actually quite hot. - Slash said, smiling at his pun.

You put one foot in the water and were thinking about joining Slash in the pool when you heard nervous footsteps.

- Come on Axl, don't be mad! - Izzy said but it was too late, the redhead just turned around and said "you can all suck my dick".

As soon as the vocalist left, the rest of the boys left too, each in a different direction, leaving you and Slash alone.

- So... He really is hot-headed, huh? - You said, looking at Slash, now without hiding your desire to grab him right there.

- He has his reasons. - He said, then he placed his big hand on your thigh and your whole body heated up.

All you could think about was how many times you had imagined those hands, touching you exactly the same way he played his guitar. Slash noticed how you rolled your eyes just at the touch of his hand, and realized that you wanted the same thing as him. He flicked his cigarette butt away from the pool and now concentrated on untying the side ties of your bikini. You looked around apprehensively, even though it was dark in the pool, just a few meters away from you, guests were passing by, entering and leaving the hotel.

You put your hand in his hair as he began to kiss the inside of your thighs, your whole body shivered, and you noticed that Slash was already hard, as he constantly touched his crotch under the water, so you decided to help him massaging his cock with your feet while he brought his lips closer and closer to your pussy, he kissed your clit through the fabric of your bikini, before lowering it completely. You lost your mind when his soft, wet lips finally touched your pussy, your body leaned back and your fingers tugged at the strands of his hair, his tongue knew exactly what to do, he ate you like he was desperate for it, sucking every inch of you, drowning his face between your legs, you controlled your moans but Slash didn't seem to care, he murmured and moaned breathlessly while you massaged his cock still over his shorts underwater. You knew you were about to cum when Slash stuck a finger inside you and started finger fucking you while still sucking you with his eyes closed, there was no time to warn him, you came right in his mouth, and he gave you a satisfied smile before jumping out of the pool.

- See that? - He pointed to the bulge in his crotch. You could almost see the veins of his dick showing through his shorts, he wasn't wearing any underwear. - We need to sort this out. What's your room?

[xo-myloves]

「 ✦ 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 ✦ 」

[rocketqueen1989x]

Teddy bear

SlashXreader

(A short one)

warnings : fluff

📍: LA

⏰:10:00pm

1990

***

The sound of the rain hit the bedroom window heavily as me and my boyfriend laid on our shared king size bed. His dark beautiful soft curls brushed through my fingers.

Slash was next to me just laying there soundly with his head on my chest. little snores escaped his lips.

he looked adorable. i could see his full face since I brushed back all of his dark curls and, he looked so peaceful. His long skinny and tatted arm was over my waist hugging me tightly towards him. one of his legs was over mine and my other leg was over his

we were proper snuggled into each other. he felt like a big teddy bear. he was so warm and my face mushed into his big bush of curls. He smelt so good. I could smell my vanilla and coconut shampoo in his hair

The room was very dim and a candle was just one of the lights in the room. The tv was in the corner and playing some shitting documentary about nurses delivery this baby

nothing else was the tv at all. boring as fuck

i looked down at my boyfriend with a soft expression on my face. He moved his head lightly and moved his face more up. I could see him more better now

his link plumped lips were almost in a pout. his black lashes were so so long. I’m actually quite jealous of his lashes

his face structure was so good. his eye brows were a little bushy at the start but got thinner towards the tails. at the end of his brow. his smooth tanned skin looked so beautiful as the candle flickered onto his skin every now and then

Slash was still in his clothes from band rehearsals. He had on his black shorts and old shirt.

Slash came around 2 hours ago and the first thing he did was lay down next to me and fell asleep. I didn’t even get to ask how it was or anything. he only asked me how my day went , I told him and boom

he was flat out. since then I have been watching this documentary on the tv. His guitar case was at the end of the bed still were he had left it just near our tangled feet

And one thing about slash …

he sleeps like fucking log! he’s such a deep sleeper. Once this dude is asleep …he’s asleep for good

and he weighs like a brick when he sleeps too which always comes in handy if you’re desperate for a piss or gotta go answer the door

i smiled softly looking down at my lover. he looked so cute

my fingers traced along his jaw stroking gently and slowly. “Mhmmm” slash groaned sleepily and I leaned down pecking his cheek

“so beautiful” I whispered moving to his lips and gently pecking them.

“I love you so much , so so much “ I whispered on his cheek and his scent filled my nose. I could smell and hint of cigarettes on him. Of course

another hint of his aftershave and the smell of my shampoo also lingered around him. My finger twirled around lock of his curl on the back of head and he seemed to be enjoying it

Slash let out a little long breath from his parted lips while he done that he moved his face deeper into my tits.

“my beautiful boy “ i softly but most quietly whispered to him.

i love this man so much. I’m so in love with him and he’s all mine

[velvetvixenette]

𝓚𝓲𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓽

warning! : sexual content, pet!play, slight cnc.

minors do not interact.

older Izzy taking care of his girl’s little problem ≽^•⩊•^≼

Izzy was working on one of his music projects. He was sitting on the couch in the living room and typing something on his laptop. I sat next to him hoping he would notice that I’m wearing one of his favorite skirts.

“Jeff…” I say as I pat his thigh. He was so focused on his work, it seemed like he wasn’t even aware of my presence. He continued typing something which I assumed was lyrics for his new single. I decided to try my luck again. I kissed his cheek softly and I let out a small whine. He finally turns around.

“I’m working sweet girl.” He says as he smiles at me. Suddenly, he extended his arms and arched his back in a graceful stretch. He was old after all, he couldn’t sit in one position for a long period of time. I took that as an invite and slowly slid on his lap and started purring like a cat.

He lets out a small chuckle, clearly enjoying this playful side of me. “Such a cute little kitty.” His hand moves in slow, deliberate strokes down my spine.

“What kind of treat are you asking for, hmm?” His voice drops lower, almost conspiratorial. “A nice ear scratch? A belly rub? or maybe some food?” He asks calmly.

He looked down at me and saw me arching my back. I tilted my head to the side to look at him. His face lit up, glowing red with enthusiasm. Oh I know he loved when I did that. Such an old pervert…

“You dirty thing… you know how to make a man go mad.” He whispers as he caresses my thighs. After letting out another soft purr, I felt a sudden bulge beneath me.

“Looks like my little kitty is in heat and needs attention. Is that right?” He asks me as he starts kneading my ass cheeks. I let out a small giggle as I wiggle my ass in his hands. He lifts my skirt a little and his eyes widened.

“What a dirty kitty… not wearing any panties under that little skirt.” He says softly, then suddenly spanks my ass lightly. My whines grew louder and more persistent, filling the air with their urgent sound.

Without thinking, he spanks me harder, leaving a red handprint on my ass. “Such a naughty kitty…” I arch my back more and more at his words, pressing my ass against his hand.

Izzy's breathing grows heavy as he continues to spank me, his hand moving faster and harder with each smack. He can feel my body writhing and pressing back against him, clearly loving the punishment. Without realizing it, he's fully hard and leaking in his jeans.

I meowed and that made him slap my ass even harder. I could feel it sting, but god, it felt so good I wasn’t even thinking straight. I sit up and straddle his leg all whiny and needy for just a little friction.

I nuzzle his neck as I start grinding on his thigh. He uses his free hand to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans, freeing his thick, hard cock. He lifts me up slightly, positioning me so that the head of his dick is pressing against my wet, puffy lips. He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire.

I started squirming in his arms. His large hand squeezed my throat firmly but gently as he forced my hips down onto his cock, penetrating me slowly. The pressure on my throat matched the gradual invasion of my tight pussy.

“You asked for this, now you’re gonna take it kitty cat.” He says in his deep smoker voice. His grip on my throat tightened, his thumb pressing against my windpipe as he fucked me harder and faster, the sound of my moans together with the wet slapping of flesh filling the room.

"Look at me, kitty." His voice was hoarse, commanding as he pulled me down onto his lap, his thick length buried inside me to the hilt. His hand on my throat lifted me slightly, forcing me to look into his intense, dark eyes.

“What a fucking whore, begging to be fucked” He groaned as his other hand grabbed my ass, spreading my cheeks wide as he pounded into my tight hole.

“You’re milking my cock so good.” His grip on my throat and ass tightens, holding me in place as he empties himself inside of me.

He groans loudly and slowly releases his grasp as he shoots his cum inside me. He was so hot all sweaty and worn out. He pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me possessively.

“Too rough, my little one?" He asks softly, nuzzling his face into my neck and kissing me gently. I look at him and the down at my reddish core.

“Aww, poor baby. Got a sore little pussy?” He kisses the top of my head softly as he cups my pussy with one hand, his voice taking on a gentle, soothing tone.

My sweet old man… always taking care of my needs.

[lagunz]

𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖟𝖟𝖞 ; 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

w! adult topics, minors dni ♥︎

had an ask for izzy taking readers virg!nity and one for what positions he would like so i combined them! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

★ 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐔𝐏

• after knowing izzy for awhile, you knew you wanted him to be the one to take your virginity. you informed him of this and he gladly agreed.

• you were someone special to him, so he didn't want to take your virginity in a dirty tour bus or backstage. he'd wait for a stadium show so he had a hotel room all to himself to make your experience more enjoyable.

• once you get to your hotel, you are escorted to the room by him and it's dim, lit up in candle light because he wants you to feel safe here. the bed is freshly made and neat. there is some music playing quietly.

• after some chit chat and talk about boundaries, he undresses you, making sure you're comfortable. it doesn't get sexual at first, he lets you cuddle up in the nice silk sheets.

★ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎

• he would definitely be nervous to start anything, because you trust him and he wants to make it real good for you, since it will be your first time

• it would start as small touches from izzy on your shoulder, down to your arm, your waist and eventually your thighs

• he would stop every so often to offer a small "is this okay?" "are you okay?"

• he would trail his hand over your clit and watch your reactions, drawing it out but not so long as to a point where it would be annoying, just enough to keep you pent up

• since it's your first time, you'd already be super sensitive even at this point so it didn't take long at all to get you shivery

• he would give in and rub small circles into you, seeing you shake and wither from just his fingers got him excited alright...

• after touching you to climax, he'd carefully shift infront of you on the bed, between your legs. your natural lubed up entrance was all ready for him now

★ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

• he wouldn't go too crazy because it's your first time, your body wasn't ready for anything extreme. but he worked with it the best he could

• he'd start you off with putting your legs over his shoulders and doing you gently like that. he would be sat upright, and you on your back in his lap.

• as things would get more intense, he would grab your hips and move you up and turned on your hands and knees facing away, doggy style. his favourite position, (well, his most tame favourite)

• to end off your night, you would end up in a reverse cowgirl position, his hands groping at your ass as you moved up and down.

★ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄

• although the sex was everything you could have imagined and more, you were feeling sore and achey after it all. you managed to bleed a little over the hotel sheets but that wasn't a problem. izzy got some clean sheets from calling the front desk and picked them up at the room door, changing the sheets whilst you were sat in a chair in the corner, wrapped up in his dressing gown (by him.)

• after the bed was taken care of, dirty sheets disposed of, he tucked you in and made you a cup of tea with cookies on the bedside table.

• izzy cuddled you close in the bed, there was a comfortable silence in the room. the candles were still flickering, the room a nice orange tang. he kissed at your neck softly as he held you in a big spoon position, whispering sweet words into your hair. he didn't even know if you were awake at this point.

• "you did so good baby." "that was just amazing." "i knew you'd feel good." "my good girl."

𝄞 this is the song that would be playing softly on his tape : 　𓈒 ゛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𓂅 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⠀⠀⎯⎯⠀⠀ ♬᭢

[ascendthisday]

By The Time I Knew I Truly Loved You

Pairing: Steven Adler/Reader Word Count: 800~

Info: No Smut, Fluff, Happy Ending, Emotional, Mentioned Drug Use, Post-Stroke, /reader in a way that you can imagine just about anyone as the narrator its VERY vague

Summary: The month I knew I truly loved you was cold. It was 1996, sometime around October, but after the stroke, every day seemed to blend together. I begged with God, pleaded that you'd wake up and remember how to live; to function.

Authors Note: another old one from ao3 because i have a bunch of shit i never reposted!! this was the first gnr fic i posted so yay for that, hope it isnt TOO corny

The month I knew I truly loved you was cold. It was 1996, sometime around October, but after the stroke, every day seemed to blend together. I begged with God, pleaded that you'd wake up and remember how to live; to function. I prayed that you'd remember to speak overnight. Everything was so hard now. We- you, communicated grunts and grumbles of vague words to which I would sob over in the middle of the night. We slept in different beds. Other people were always in our home because you needed caretakers, and yet I convinced myself to hold on. 

The week I knew I truly loved you was hectic. You were frantic for God knows what reason, clawing at floorboards and yourself. I watched your mop of hair get more and more matted day by day as you adamantly opposed brushing it. You smelled of musk, a smell I once relished and showered myself in by wearing your clothes while you 'recovered' in the hospital. We had five different caretakers quit that week, so I had to resort to begging in the newspaper. Eventually, I found someone new, but what would have happened if I hadn't? One day, I realized you wanted your stash. You still had something, left forgotten in the floorboards, and you were determined to find it even though you had no memory of where it may be. We had to rip our home apart, piece by piece, to make sure you didn't find that stash- if it even existed, and yet, I convinced myself to hold on. 

The day I knew I truly loved you, we had let the sunlight waste as we spent the whole day 'fighting', if you could even call it that. It was like arguing with a stubborn child, even though I knew you didn't mean to be childish. We sat at the dinner table; you at one end with a stack of blank notecards and a pen, me at the other with only my voice and frustrations. You had taken to writing so much better than you had to speaking. So far, this was the only way we had somewhat fluent conversations since the stroke. It was horrible. I missed the silly way you poorly serenaded me with love songs. I missed the joking debates we held together, arguing on why one superhero was wholeheartedly superior or something along those lines. I missed when I didn't have to monitor everything on the TV because your therapist told me anything could set you off into another relapse.  I missed when it was just us in the house with no needed caretakers, and yet, I convinced myself to hold on. 

The night I knew I truly loved you, I stormed away and sulked in what used to be our bed. You had knocked on the door at two in the morning. I groggily opened it to ogle at your disheveled form. You stood there; pajama pants barely hanging onto your skinny hips, a broken hairbrush outstretched in your hands, hair tangled to your ears with another restless night, and a quivering lip paired with the glossiest eyes I had ever seen. My eyes had pricked with tears when I saw you, really saw how scared, lost, and small you were. I spoke not a word, simply let you crawl into our bed. I needed no more convincing, I chose to hold on and never let go for as long as I could. 

The moment I knew I truly loved you, I had just finished brushing out every knot and tangle from your mane as you sat between my legs. You turned toward me and stared for a couple of minutes before beginning to climb out of bed, but I stopped you. I needed you. You needed me. So, I simply held you. I held you for hours. Then, with as much force as you could muster you muttered three words that changed me. 

"I love you." 

The moment after I knew I truly loved you, I shrieked and sobbed so loud I swore the neighborhood shook. I tried to steady myself with the burst of pure joy that overwhelmed me, but I was over the moon. I wept and wept as I held your head to my chest and repeated how much I loved you, too. Those were the first words you spoke to me for months. Finally, you pulled away and I was met with your beautiful smile. It was so different, though. It was no longer a smile that showed for when you got your high, it was a show of love and gratitude. God, I was so lucky to have held on.

[thesmokingguns]

How do you kiss? w/ Izzy Stradlin

minors dni 18+

Izzy kissed with his hands.

He would use his hands to stroke your hair, running it over your face, pull you by the back of your neck into him. The way his rough finger pads stroked the soft skin that was untouched there making you shiver, shifting closer to him.

His tongue running over your lips, slipping into your mouth and pressing against the tip of your tongue, pressing over yours and down the length of yours. Rolling together, left and right.

You were laying on top of him, his fingers pushing your hair from your face as he tugged you closer and moaned into your mouth, soft masculine sounds that made your core clench in wanting. You were smiling into the kiss, loving the sounds he made when he wanted you. Sounds only you were able to hear from him.

His cock was hard against your stomach and thighs, feeling him pressing against you, hard and getting sticky against you as he pushed up against your stomach. It felt good knowing how he wants you, feeling the warm wetness of his cock dripping as he ached against your body, pushing up to let you know that Izzy wanted to be buried inside of you, filling you in a way that only he managed.

Izzy’s hand slid down, resting against your neck, fingers so light against your skin that you whimpered out, wanting more. The soft squeeze, pressure that was a promise to make you see stars in more than one way

“What is it, sweetheart? What do you need?” He teased you, knowing exactly what you wanted from him, knowing he needed dit too. The way you were lifting your hips, rutting against him as you gave him a look. Izzy watched as you pulled up, his cock in your hand as you guided his shaft inside of you.

Izzy moaned, the way you smirked at the way you could reduce him to just animalistic sounds had you smirking, rolling your hips as his hands went up, holding you as you shifted your body, riding him.

Your own hand on your neck now and one in your hair as you pulled it away from your neck, watching him through slitted half closed eyes of pleasure. Izzy loved it. Loved how your confidence was blooming on your face as his cock was pressed inside of you. HIs fingers slid over your hips, pushing at your stomach where he could see his cock head bulging out. The way you smirked at him.

He rolled you, the gasp of surprise as you hit the mattress as you let your eyes widen in surprise at the action.

“Oh, pretty girl. I’m in charge of you. Don’t you know that by now?” his lips pressed against you so that you didn't answer him, his hips pressing into you as you clung to his shoulders, whimpering out as you tried to accommodate all of him, thinking you were going to faint from the pleasure of being with him.

Izzy could feel you moaning in his mouth. He could taste your pleasure in the vibrations of your pants against his tongue. The way you called for him without words had his body aching for you, needing to lose himself in the pleasure of your body.

There was something about the way that your bodies fit together. Something magical about the way he fit inside of you. Something magical about how the two of you seemed to find new places inside each other to drive the other insane.

Magic.

[mullermilkshake]

The rose garden - Chapter 1

I will be uploading the whole thing here, it's just going take a little time, but if you want to read more right now, there's more on my AO3 <3

Summary - You are just an author wanting to put your writing out there and carry on with your life, but when two people end up murdered, things you write about seem to be more real than just pure fiction.

Pairing - Yandere!Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader, Detective!Satoru Gojo x Fem!reader (Sort of. One sided)

Word count - 3.9k

Full tags (master list for the entire fic, will add TW and significant tags in each chapter) - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!! PLEASE READ THE TAGS!!! because this is gonna get dark, NSFW,SMUT,NO USE OF Y/N, YANDERE!SUGURU GETO,Porn With Plot, graphic depictions of violence, major character death, PornwithFeelings,EstablishedRelationship,PleasureDom,Codependency,Murder,Torture,Conspiracy,Cunnilingus,Orgasm Control,Multiple Orgasms,Minor Original Character(s),psychiatry,Medication,Power Imbalance,Vaginal Fingering,Disembowelment,Manipulation,Gaslighting,Rimming, Praise Kink,Grinding,mentions of blowjobs,Dry Humping,thigh riding,Dark,Autopsy,Aftercare,Hunting,Guns,Perceived infidelity,Body Horror,Smoking,Vaginal Sex,Misogyny,Public Stimulation,One sided sexual tension,Invasion of Privacy,Strangulation,Reader-Insert,Serious Satoru Gojo,Orgasm Edging,Obsession,Accidental Voyeurism,Angst,Questions of masculinity, stabbing, shooting

One hell of a launch, now I just have to write the damn thing.

An award for your cabinet.

Tags for chapter - Fem!Reader has some anxiety, Suguru is a therapist, Established relationship, Pleasure dom. Smut, Vaginal fingering, Multiple orgasms, Nipple licking, Orgasm control

Darling, 

Your books are exemplary. So much emotion, darkness and pure, raw principles to execute the perfect story. I look forward to reading more, be brave and explore the unknown, your true fans will always be there for you. 

And I’m your number one fan. I always will be. 

—

Well, your fiancé was your number one fan, but it helped getting fan mail like that.

Getting up in front of a large group of people who were all aiming for the yearly award in the dark fiction world wasn’t easy. Especially when half of the authors in there glared at you with fiery eyes when your name was called to receive it.

Those who were awarded, had the opportunity to launch and promote their new book. “Hello, uh, this is such a shock. T-thank you for the nomination and this award…” 

What should you say now?

It didn’t help that you had crippling stage fright. “I’d like to thank my agent, my editor, and the wonderful team I met along the way to get this book off the ground. It has definitely come with its hurdles and you all came through for me. But most of all, I’d like to thank one person in particular who has been my top fan in the highs and lows, and never lost faith in watching me do what I love to do.”

He was sitting right at the front next to your empty seat, your name cards nestled next to one another in tandem. “And that’s my partner. Suguru. Thank you, hon. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.”

He smiled sweetly and blew a kiss from the audience to which you caught. “So… It is with great pleasure to announce my next book. Coming this year…”

A staff member came to the stage carrying an art stand for the reveal of the cover you agonised over weeks to get right. “‘A fate sealed’ was the first book, and I’d like to introduce the second instalment in the series…”

The man approaching placed it down and ripped the cover away to reveal the picture. “Severed connections.”

The room erupted with a roar of applause and their faces studied the new book cover, a series of blotches and blood stained shoes, taking inspiration from a piece of art you saw last year at an exhibition out of town and a homage to the ink splodge Rorschach test you were familiar with from your fiancé.

Well they seem to like it. The hours crying over it not being right were worth it in the end.

“Uh, t-thank you everyone.” 

You weren’t sure what to make of the award, it laid heavily in your hands, cradled almost with an ornate open book and cartoonish knife to mark the genre. Certainly a first for the cabinet at home which had sat empty for over a year.

And now, you finally had something to put in it.

It took everything in your power not to run from the stage straight to the comfort of Suguru’s arms, but he was already there waiting for you to take your hand at the bottom of the stage steps.

“Sweetie, you did perfect.” He pressed a delicate kiss to your temple.

“It wasn’t too much? I didn’t really know what to say.” Sliding your arm around his instinctively, you showed him the award. “It’s neat, right? Sort of heavy. Could knock someone out with this thing actually.”

“It was the right amount of what you needed to say.” Suguru must have noticed your rambling because he engulfed your hand in his for safety, grounding you a little. “It’s wonderful, that’ll look perfect in the cabinet. We can put it in when we crack the champagne open, alright?”

“You got champagne? We didn’t know if I was even going to get nominated.” It was a confidence issue. You knew that.

He led you over to your seat and set the award down for the other nominees to be announced. “Well I knew you were going to be. So we’ll enjoy it together.”

There wasn’t really ever a time when you sat next to each other that Suguru’s hand wasn’t touching you in some shape or form. For the most part, as the others got up for their awards, his fingertips rested on the back of your neck, caressing part of your hairline like a comfort for himself.

Ten awards were handed out for each sub genre of dark fiction, yours being romance- thriller. You were not a seasoned veteran by any stretch, but three years and counting, it was the most shocking surprise to be called.

The vibe in the grand hall was exquisite, elated dancing, call outs and scouters already fishing for new faces and work to start the new book year in launch season. A few months from now and a book of your own would make the brave appearance for a second time in a year.

The only thing you had to do now was actually finish it so your agent could do her job. Writing was the hard part, and boy, were you struggling this time around.

Well, you actually had to start writing it in the first place. 

Anxiety was a killer, deadlines were even worse testing the boundaries and mortality of your own brain stem, forcing too hard for an end result. Your agent was really going to kill you. 

What else could have killed you? The amount of glares in your direction that were seemingly directed at your award.

It was known in the industry that, by the news articles, you were the ‘underdog’. Not your choice of word and undoubtedly a conscious decision by critics to throw a stack of sharpened blades into a bag while they shook it up for drama, or whatever odd reaction they wanted.

Unfortunately, with plenty of mud slung, that was the poor word that stuck, and seasoned authors did not appreciate it. 

Words hurt, some more than others, but it didn’t matter most of the time. Suguru stood by your side with a soothing touch and kept you grounded to soldier on. Like the most handsome, well connected personal shield to deflect the negativity and allow you to keep on doing what you loved.

After all, writing did start off as a hobby, not a full time job. You just happened to have the opportunity to get paid for it once you had found the appropriate publisher.

“Oh, it’s you.” An author stood there in a beautiful emerald gown, a writer who was as talented as she was known.

She contributed to the same sub- genre. She did not, however, collect an award tonight.

Her pseudonym was Ella.

“You won an award?” If only her acting skills were as diverse as her writing. Maybe then she might have been able to convince you.

You lifted it up, Suguru’s hand lingered over your waist. “Yeah… I did.”

She folded her arms dismissively, and noticed a friend of hers came up alongside her. “I didn’t see, must have stepped outside to use the bathroom or something.” She eyed the award briefly. “That’s cool.”

“Thank you.” You were still humble. “It was a massive shock-“

“Have you met my friend?” Ella side tracked you immensely. “She’s an aspiring author. Up and coming actually.”

“Oh Ella.” She appeared embarrassed, but her acting skills needed some work too. “Oh… Doctor Geto? Your…” That reaction was sincere.

Suguru smiled and still held close. “Hello, what a surprise to see you here.”

You looked to him for an answer. He obliged. “We know each other through work.”

That meant in his own words, that she was a client of his.

Suguru was the perfect shield. He also stayed back and allowed you to fight your own battles. More or less, he dealt with the aftermath. Not the healthiest attachment to which he had already pointed out, yet still indulged you. You saw it more as relying on each other.

“Y-yeah. Through work.” The girl nodded with a curt smile. “Anyway, we should go, Ella. I think your publisher wants you.”

“Bye.” It was short, but you always tried to stay cordial.

You turned to your fiancé after they left without responding. “Through work, huh?”

He stared them down as they left and stole a kiss at your forehead. “Yeah, just regular work stuff. Nothing important.”

That made you smile. “I was just regular work stuff once.”

“You may be many things, sweetie. But ‘regular’ you are not. You never were.” Oh yes, you were also a client of Suguru’s. Well, former.

You just got a proposal instead of a filled prescription.

Whenever he talked like that, it sent flutters in the depths of your stomach, especially in close proximity to his touch. Suguru took care of you to which you were endlessly grateful. He was a caring man, giving in every way and expected nothing from you but your love and trust.

Though tonight, it was inevitable that it would not end by the two of you sleeping. It was entirely possible you would fall into bed with his head between your thighs.

“It’s lovely you think that way, Doctor Geto. ”

He exhaled with amusement and looked at you like you were the only person in the room. “I always do. Soon to be, Mrs Geto. ”

Just the name made you giddy.

As soon as the book was finished, planning would commence and you could invest all your time into planning the wedding.

You both looked at eachother like you were the only two in the world. “Why don’t we take your award home and celebrate-“

“Hey!” Through the crowd, abruptly causing a ruckus was your literary agent, Akari Nitta. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere- hey Geto, it’s nice to see you. It’s been a while.”

“It has. It’s good to see you.” Suguru gave your hand a reassuring squeeze and let go. “I’ll let you get on with it. Come find me when you’re ready to go.” 

You agreed and watched him leave. Nitta leant to the side and sighed wistfully, observing him go and disappear into the crowd.

“How on earth is he so perfect? God it makes me sick.”

“I often ask myself that too. I wonder why he puts up with me if I’m honest.” 

Why did he? An insecurity of yours that was no less vocal most of the time. 

As honest and hard as your job was, you made a living writing about murder and conspiracies, sex and depraved toxic traits whereas Suguru was an accomplished psychiatrist with his own practice.

Hardly a perfect match in occupation considering Suguru had regular sessions with you before entertaining the idea of courtship.

Some saw it as wrong, an abuse of his power but that was simply not true. Not in the slightest. He just happened to know you more intimately and understood your insecurities before the first date.

“Anyway, before you go drooling over the place because of Mr Perfect, I wanted to catch you before you cut and run like always.”

That wasn’t strictly true. You did try and make an effort, you just preferred to be invisible. Tonight however was your day off and you were not about to spend the evening speaking of business and other subjects that could wait for Nitta’s office.

“Right now? Can’t we leave it until when I’m back?” You still had to break it to her that the book would take longer than she initially recommended.

“Yes now, and then we can get it all out of the way. First of all, congratulations, I knew you could do it.” The first proud pat on your shoulder, followed by…

“I need to know how this next book is coming along, I’ll need to sort out the last of the advertising before the deadline.” And she read your vacant expression far too well.

“You are nearly finished. Right?”

Um… in my mind. Yes. “I still need some time-“

Her tut of disapproval got you searching around the room for Suguru. “You haven’t even started have you?”

“I mean… Well uh, sort of.” 

It wasn’t that you couldn’t, or was riding off of the high of your win and sales, it was just that every idea you put to paper just wasn’t right.

“Oh shit. We have a deadline, how on earth are you going to get any investors if you can’t produce the product on time?”

Either the plot didn’t work just right, or the corner you’d written yourself into had no life preserving ring to scramble for and climb out. Each time made the computer page more empty and depressing.

At this rate, you were uncertain that you were even going to get it finished this year. Still, you had a plan.

“I have a plan though.” You held your arms up in defence. “Suguru’s taking me to our place out of town, y’know the one by that lake? I’m thinking it’ll be great inspiration for me to get started. Quiet, secluded, so I’ll have no distractions.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose like a scolding parent. “Fine. I expect several chapters at least by next week. I can’t provide them with anything if the manual script doesn’t exist.”

“Yep, of course… several by next week.” Oh crap. You bit off more than you could chew.

“Good.” Nitta appeared more positive. “Now go get your man before all those thirsty book reading women cause a flood.”

Naturally, Suguru was surrounded by people, anyone who was drawn in by his aura and charm that just instinctively radiated from his body. Ella being one of those people.

He was chatting quite well enough until he saw you, and once more, it was as though you were the only person in the room. Though it wasn’t the same for every other person there, their expressions faltered slightly as he abandoned them mid conversation to approach you.

“Are you ready?”

You nodded, your eyes flitting to the people behind him who had started chattering amongst themselves. Ella staring at the back of his head with a fire in her eyes distracted you, you assumed she would focus back on the conversation. She didn’t.

“Doctor Geto, won’t you join us for the after party? All of the nominees are invited to my place, I’d love to have you there.”

Wow, she was flirting. The sticky oozy tone in her words made you sick. You were not invited to anything after and you accepted an award too, you would have heard about this surely?

“Oh?” He said, turning back for just a moment. “ Everyone is going?”

“Yes, of course. We had such a good turnout for nominations that we decided to celebrate.” Was she pushing her chest out?

You couldn’t blame her. Suguru was so handsome. He had this charismatic air about him that put anyone’s guard down and bare their soul to him, you knew he’d listen too. Perhaps that’s why he was so good at his job.

Unfortunately, his kind and charming nature drew the wrong sort of attention at times. Well, unfortunate for you. It impacted your confidence greatly. Still, Suguru never made you feel any less, and never bit any bait. And you trusted Suguru implicitly.

It was other people you didn’t trust.

“No thank you. I’ll have to politely decline.”

“Huh?” She was speechless. It was the astonished and gormless gaze you always selfishly enjoyed afterwards.

“I’m going home to celebrate my wife’s award.” He laced his fingers with yours. The way he used wife as your title set your stomach ablaze.

“She’s your… Oh.”

“If you’ll excuse us, we have some celebrating to do.” He didn’t even entertain her.

Suguru led you through the crowds and across the packed out hall until you were met with the cooler air of the lobby. He walked with more of a pace, longer strides you just about managed to keep with.

Forgotten again. You were almost invisible.

“Ignore it. They’re pompous, the lot of them.” But you were always seen by Suguru. 

“They’re envious you got where you are on talent alone, most of them have some sort of finger in a different pie that helped them get where they are. You did all of it on your own with no help from anyone high up.”

You wouldn’t have said that he was angry or furious, but how he spoke indicated that he was at least upset with the situation. Even so, you had yet to experience him even raise his voice. Suguru dealt with issues like this and ones even worse with class and dignity every time.

“I know.” You said, taking his hand properly and finally matching his pace by the time you both had entered the parking lot. The award still clutched tight in your fingers.

“I honestly don’t know how you do it. I’m so proud of you for rising above it and being who you are.” There were the words of affirmation you needed.

Just as you were.

Despite the therapy, the dark themes and red flagged recipes for disaster wrapped up neatly inside a book cover to cover, how your mind worked and overworked, Suguru loved you just as you were.

Mostly the only person to confidently express it.

“I don’t know how I do it most of the time either.” You chuckled it off as a little joke, yet there were times where you found yourself counting to ten or taking the largest inhales of air so you didn’t scream the house down in mounted frustration.

The silence on the way home was comfortable. A quietness that settled like sediment in the bottom of a well, easily disturbed by either one of you talking and introducing your voices back into the space. It settled easily, but picked up and merged just as well.

“You called me your wife.” Just saying it carved a smile on your face.

“Well, you will be soon enough. We should get used to saying it, right?” You didn’t need to face him to see that he was smiling. “It suits perfectly.”

“I like the sound of it too.” The sound was nice, but the stress of planning something like a wedding was daunting enough.

You didn’t mention that to Suguru though. The stress of the book was enough. You were convinced that he had his reservations about it though. Still, he never expressed it regardless of how well the two of you communicated to each other.

The rest of the ride home sat nice enough, it had begun to rain by the time you had reached the house, coming down considerably hard when the weather report specified none. Once the garage door closed, Suguru came round to open your door before you could even get your seatbelt off.

You were still grasping your award. “This will look really good in the cabinet, won’t it?”

He helped you up and stayed holding you, “It’ll fit nicely. Why don’t you place it while I get the champagne. It doesn’t look like the rain’s going to stop any time soon, I think it’s a perfect time for a bath.”

You nodded and trotted off, slipping your stiletto heels onto the plush carpet in the hallway and padded towards the living area, the long awaited cabinet sitting there waiting for something to sit willingly in the glass chambers for its stomach.

My first award… Right there, in the middle, front and centre to show anyone who visited that you were a serious author who collected awards because you were doing alright for yourself. Perhaps, if you worked hard enough, you would give this baby trophy a hypothetical and equally as adorable sibling to accompany it behind that glass next year.

As you closed the door, the champagne cork popped off across the room in the open planned kitchen followed by a small fizz and splat. You turned and saw Suguru chuckle with a small foamy mess pouring out of the bottle's neck.

“I’ll clear it later.” He came over with the glasses and poured. “To the most beautiful, intelligent and talented person I have ever met. Congratulations, Dearest.”

A heartfelt cheers. You would choose this over everything you had gone through tonight. Every time.

“I couldn’t have done it without your support, hon.”

He took a sip, as did you and studied your face like it was the last time. “That was all you.”

The tension was palpable, his charm often shifted when the two of you were alone. It never ended either, his adoration for you that you often felt was misplaced. How could someone as beautiful as Suguru even notice you? Yet he still did.

“I’ll go run that bath.” One soft peck to your cheek and he was off towards the bathroom.

The night wasn’t ending at all just yet.

“Oh my…” Most of the time, you failed to even find the words to express how good Suguru made you feel when his fingers were deep inside you right to the knuckle.

The thing with Suguru, was that he was a giver. It was rare that he ever received because he enjoyed the art of giving more than you ever realised.

It was thunderous, the bathroom lit only by several candles visibly keeping the bath water warm without a top up over the goosebumps lacing your skin with sweat and bubbles. The grand sunken bath served its purpose far too many times to count.

Countless times you had Suguru over you, working your body to a fine tune he played so easily. He knew your body inside and out and made sure you knew it too.

“There. You think I can have one more from you, sweetheart? It would make me so proud.”

So sweaty and just his voice set everything on fire that made your eyes water. “I don’t- I think I… My make up-”

“Let it run down your face.” His fingers pushed slowly, painfully unhurried. “I’d always notice how beautiful you are in a pitch black room full of fog, mascara makes no difference.”

The delicate and almost patronising peck on your cheek to reassure you made the air even more dense. He just knew every single trick in the book to make you squirm.

Suguru leant forward and ran his lips loosely over the prickled skin of your chest, moving down to take a nipple between his teeth just to make you shudder. Overstimulation was something you responded well to and he just loved how much it affected you.

“I just need to-” Full eye contact just to steal the words from your throat.

“One more time.” It wasn’t a demand, but it may as well have been. “I know you can do it. Will you do it for me?”

He sucked and made a seal, flicking his tongue to send you wild though you stupidly hoped you could control the jerking erratic movements of your body. You wanted to finish all over him again, hand between your legs, fingers curled just perfectly.

One more time. Could you do it? Yes you could. It was brewing deep down like a tickle, an itch to satisfy or one for Suguru to scratch. It was just there, building and building.

“Do it. Come for me, sweetheart.” 

As though on cue, one last orgasm rolled through your abdomen just like the lightning outside. Ripping and clenching around his fingers in silence bar the quietly sloshing water and orange scented bubbles coating the soaked skin of your stomach.

“Four times. Good job.” Everything he said was like sparkling dust and glitter. Your ears perked to it and hung on every word like melted butter.

What a way to end such a momentous day for your career. Wet and proud with one gorgeous man between your thighs.

Sort of blissful.

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The side characters and advanced plot is my own work. A gift for @vampir-queen and original idea for this fic is their's.

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[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: 😩😭💀

[duffslut]

Stuck in bed

Modern! Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 459

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

- I'm all sweaty love! - Slash said as you pushed him to the bed.

- I don't care. - You said when you finally got to bed.

Slash sat on the edge of the bed, already shirtless with his chest dripping with sweat, you slid your hands down his abdomen and then began to kiss his sweaty skin, you slid your tongue all over his belly, kissing his belly button, playing with his piercing. You left hickeys all over his skin, and when you finally lowered your lips to his crotch, Slash lifted you off the ground abruptly and threw you on the bed as if you weighed no more than a feather.

- So you're hungry for daddy's cock? - Slash asked, climbing on top of you and giving you a mocking smile. - Stretch out your hands. - He commanded.

You had no idea what he was about to do, but you obeyed, and watched in shock as Slash pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket, he pinned your hands together on the headboard, and began to unzip his pants in front of you.

His hard, veiny cock popped out of his pants, and Slash rubbed it all over your face.

- Open that pretty little mouth for me. - He said, running his fingers over your lips.

You did it immediately, and before you could even think, Slash's dick was already fucking your mouth, going back and forth in your throat, you tried to keep up with his speed with your tongue but ended up choking on his dick again and again, Slash moaned and held your head on his dick, moving his hips with his dick so deep in your throat you could barely breathe, trying to free your hands all the time. You sucked his cock so greedily that you could feel it pulsating inside your mouth, your shirt was already wet with the pre-cum and saliva that was constantly dripping from Slash's dick, and your pussy, also soaked, was throbbing for attention.

Slash positioned his hands on top of your handcuffed hands and increased his moans, fucking your mouth even harder, without caring about your difficulty breathing or how you choked and coughed in the few seconds he took his dick out of your mouth. The sweat on his forehead dripped onto your face, and you kept your eyes closed as you concentrated on sucking every inch of his deliciously large cock, Slash's hands gripped yours tightly, you knew he was close, you just stuck your tongue out and let him fuck your throat while his moans mixed with the sound of your mouth being ripped open.

When he finally came, you had no choice but to swallow his hot cum, and Slash left his cock inside your mouth until it softened.

[xo-myloves]

🧛🏻‍♀️ wanted axl age gap smut BITCH SO YK IM DOING ITTTTTT

𝕊𝕌𝕄𝕄𝔸ℝ𝕐: 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚡𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

The room filled with lust and sweat, sweat beads falling down axls red back, my nail digging into his skin, piercing him, leaving little blood clots form under the skin, the claps in the room, making the bed frame lift off the wall just to be slammed into it again.

His grunts ringing like music in my ears, his hands gripping my thighs, his rings leaving imprints in my skin, outlining every detail, using me like his own personal fuck toy, can’t even lie saying this wasn’t all my fault…

It all started with a little comment I made, calling him “old man” in my defense…. He was acting like an old fuck.

Talking about his bands, his movies, history, I loved it, I thought it was sweet, I loved learning new things from him, I love when he would get on these tangents, but he would hate when I called him out, say little comment, tease him a bit… but this time? I might have spoken up at the wrong time….

“Wanna call me old man again? Can any other fucker, fuck you like I can? Can anyone else fuck you like this? I bet fucking not. Slut.” He gritted in my ear, only degrading me with every bone in his being, only treating me like shit.

I fucking loved it….

“I-I’m so s-sorry daddy….. it’ll never happen a-mhm-a-again…” I moaned out, clenching the bed sheets in my hand, making the sheets pulling off the corners, feeling a slap delivered to my ass, making me wince in pain, feeling his rings slam against my skin.

“Shut the fuck up slut.” I felt his hand go around my neck, squeezing my throat controlling the amount of air I inhaled, feeling his cock line up with my wet fluttering entrance, trying to pull him in, pushing my body back into him, needing his touch.

I whimpered at his words, biting my lip to stop noise from escaping, my eyes shutting as I felt his thick veiny hard member stretching me out, a moan of ecstasy escaping my bruised lips, another slap going to my ass, making my cheeks ripple.

His pace was ruthless, never giving me a moment of bliss, just pounding into me like a whore he didn’t care about, “m’feels so good don’t it? Don’t it baby girl.” He huffed under his breath, his biceps flexing the harder he went, his breath being unsteady, my hair being thrown around, my makeup smeared, I was a hot mess.

“I want you to fucking cum baby, can you do that for me doll?” He muttered under his breath, his praise filling my core with joy, my ears with light, I was in pure ecstasy, he was the best drug I ever had, his hand snaked down my stomach to my neglected cilt, rubbing tight circles, getting my closer to my climax.

”m’fuck ax…” I moaned through my puffy lips, my eyes fluttering up at him, my thighs squeezing around him, my hips lifting off the bed as his fingers went faster, his hips slamming into mine, his cock filling me up, getting me drunk off of him, “that’s not my name sweetheart.” He darkly chuckled, only moving faster until I said the right name.

“d-da-daddy.” I mumbled out, feeling my bliss coming close, my legs losing strength before I let go all over him, my breath gone, my eyes slammed shut, the bed sheets in my grip, “there ya go honey.” He smirked against my skin, biting down softly, leaving his signature marks everywhere.

“but y’know im not done..” he grimaced, before pulling all of himself out, then slamming back in, having my cum pour out of me, a loud cry left my throat, my voice already feeling raw and abused, knowing I wasn’t going to get a break until he got off.

“f-fuck… such a good slur for me to use.” He murmured into my shoulder, feeling his sloppy kisses on me, his thrusts getting sloppy as well, using both of his hands to grab my hips and pounding into me, feeling my body going weak, he just felt too good… so fucking good.

With his last sloppy thrusts, I felt my walls being coated with him, making him grunt, his grip loosening around my hips,having my body shift under him, only wanting him to never stop… maybe he won’t… 

[rocketqueen1989x]

White feathers

DuffMckaganXReader

warnings : reader is pregnant , soft and fluff

(a short one)

📍: LA

⏰: 9:00pm

1996

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"fuck " I groaned in pain putting my head back onto the head board as I was laid in the kind sized bed.

the pains were unbelievable. it constantly felt like I was giving birth.

"you okay ,honey ? " duff , my husband said beside me and placed his large hand on my 8 month pregnant bump. As he did a shooting pain went across my lower stomach quickly making me squeeze my eyes shut. that was our daughter kicking me for the hundredth time today.

He’s a very good kicker. It's unbelievable

"fuck" i whimpered a little and duff leaned down kissing my stomach were he was kicking.

"rub there duff " I say pointing to my lower side of my bump and his hand trialed down and across and he rubbed my stomach were I told him too

"does that feel okay ?" Duff asked looking up at me with worry in his eyes.

He laid on his front just looking up at me and then moving his eye contact between me and the bump.Our baby kicked again but this time were duffs hand was rubbing .

"I can't wait to get him out of me " i say rubbing my forehead a little stressed and I heard duff chuckle as he pressed kissed onto my bump.

"just a month to go " he moved his hand down to my thigh and squeezed it gently. i looked down and watched duff as he started to leave little kisses all over my bump and his hand moving slowly on my thigh

"do you think he'll be born with lots of hair or none " I asked my husband and watched as he smiled widely , sitting up beside me with his legs crossed. he shrugged actually thinking about it.

"Well I've got a funny feeling he's going to come out with a head full of blonde hair " i smirk and duff shook his head.

"no I don't think he will , perhaps he might have brown hair " Duff looked at me with a smile and shrugging his broad shoulders.

i reached over grabbing the little alarm clock to check the time and it was getting quite late. i heard the tv in front of us turn up and duff got under the covers with me. i laid back and started to watch the tv.

Duff laid his head on my chest and his ringed fingers crossed over my bump lightly stroking and I felt our son move inside of me. I watched my husband and he just smiled widely

“hi buddy “ duff whispered softly to my bump ,leaning down gently to lay his head on my boobs and began to rub circles around my stomach.

i just knows he’s going to be such a good dad to our baby boy

[pumpkinbxtch]

★ CONCEPT: rockstar!au

⋆.˚✮ rockstar!leo valdez x fem!reader (masterlist)

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general content: rockstar!leo valdez x reader (sometimes he can change his role within the band) general warnings: language, angst, cheesiness, I read probably being an idiot at times, sexual innuendos (if there is anything nsfw I'll put it directly next to the title) a/n: surprise, surpsie! This is something that I have been wanting to do for a long time, so welcome to this section where this boy is a rockstar and there will be varied stories and NOT necessarily serialized

seneak peek

— oh, honey — he said, strumming the guitar repeatedly without a specific rhythm. His eyes were shining but hooded, almost hiding the lovesick look he was giving you. you looked at him, tilting your head slightly with a confusion that he could barely notice, you left the paperback book on the seat next to you while you watched your boyfriend approach the edge of the stage. Leo got excited looking at your eyes on him and started bouncing on his toes. — Just look at you! — he said as jumped high and knelt down dramatic— you look like... he shook his head back moving his fingers along the strings and you recognized that fragment of that solo, because your father was a fan and he loved guns n' roses. sweet child o' mine. and it was only halfway through the solo that he jumped off the stage to kiss you. — you look like this fuckin solo, so fuckin stunnin, so fuckin perfect, so fuckin everything.

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