#izzie stevens reader insert

[a-fandom-reimagined]

ALL I WANT IS YOU. | IZZIE STEVENS X GN!READER

♡ requested: Hey I just got into watching greys anatomy s2 e5 I am really new , but I love the character of izzie stevens and I tried to find some nice fluff fics but I barely could find any only 1 so I was wondering if you knew more or wanted to write one ? ♡ summary: izzie makes y/n a very...interesting proposition. ♡ author's note: i hope you don't mind that i made it gn it just kind of happened. ♡ word count: 499

"Did you know that couples who co-habituate before marriage have are 48% more likely to have their marriages end in divorce?"

You froze in the doorway of Meredith's house. You hadn't even taken off your coat yet. Much less closed the door.

The house was dark. Candles everywhere. A table set for two in the living room. Romantic music in the background…and a projection screen.

"I…did not know that. What's going on?"

"Well, it's true. A study conducted by researchers in 2018 found that participants were less likely to divorce after the first year of marriage but more likely to get divorced later on down the line. Please sit."

You kicked the door shut and did as she asked, watching her flip through slides of graphs, charts and other research data. You hardly heard any of it. Izzie was resplendent in a pink dress. Her hair was curled and pinned up, her makeup carefully done. You felt as though you were sitting in the presence of royalty.

"--but," she continued, "another study conducted in 2018 concluded that cohabitation before marriage was actually linked to lower divorce rates." Izzie continued her presentation, clicking through an assortments of slides focused on the age of commitment, religion, and the ages, careers, and races of the of the studies participants and a bunch of other analytical mumbo jumbo that went in one ear and out the other.

Finally you couldn't take it anymore. "Izzie, baby, please," you huffed. "I…I am sure that a great deal of work has gone into all of this and I appreciate it but I don't understand what you're trying to say. We're not married and we don't live together. None of these studies apply to us!"

Izzie's throat bobbed, her eyes shining with tears.

Inside, you kicked yourself for making her cry. You held out your arms and she practically ran into them, perching herself on your lap. You kissed her arm, taking both of her hands in your own. "I'm sorry for making you cry, babe. I just… I need you to talk to me. Not at me."

Izzie sniffed, wiping her eyes dry on the back of her hands. "I know, I know. And you didn't make me cry I just… There haven't been a lot of things in my life that have gone right, you know? You are the most precious thing in the world to me and I don't want to lose you. There's no room for mistakes."

"Izzie, I don't want to lose you either but there's no such thing as perfection. This love, this life is what we make it. Not the data. If you want to move in together we can start looking right now. If you want to get married let's gas up the car and go to Vegas."

Izzie scrunched her nose. "Vegas? Is that really what you envision for your dream wedding?"

You shrugged. "Any wedding is my dream as long as I'm saying my vows to you."

You kissed her again and Izzie sighed as if in relief. "All I want is you, Y/N."

[izzysgoodgirl]

I wanna try writing some oneshots/headcanons so feel free to request anything you want!

A list of fandoms/characters/celebrities and things I’m willing to write is provided, as well as some stuff I won’t write.

Fandoms

• Guns N’ Roses

• Mötley Crüe

• The Marauders

• Supernatural

Characters/Celebrities

• Izzy Stradlin

• Steven Adler

• Axl Rose

• Slash

• Duff McKagan

• Nikki Sixx

• Tommy Lee

• Regulus Black

• Sirius Black

• James Potter

• Barty Crouch Jr

• Evan Rosier

• Sam Winchester

• Dean Winchester

• Castiel

• Ruby

• Rowena MacLeod

• Crowley

• Gabriel

• Meg Masters

Will Write

• Fluff

• Angst

• Smut

• Reader Insert

• Platonic

• Kinks

• Romance

Will NOT Write

• Band member x band member

• Ped0ph!lia

• Incest

• Weird kinks (such as p!ss kink) (sorry not sorry)

[greysanatomyimag]

10 A.M

It was surprisingly quiet around the hospital. But, you were running through the hall clipping your pager to your hip.

"You paged me?" You run into the O.R. where Derek was.

"I did." he states. "how much time do you think until Bailey comes after you?" he asked you.

"10 minutes" you reply.

"I'll only need 5" he says grabbing your arm and pulling you to him.

"For what?"

"To make you cum" he chuckles. You smile involuntarily. "That's my girl" he picks you up and sets you on the edge of the O.R. bed.

"Derek... what if someone sees?"

"I don't care... they'll get to watch the best show on the planet" He pulls pants and panties down. "Wow, look at you, at 10 A.M. already soaking your work clothes."

"Hurry up!" you say urgently. He pushes a finger into you.

"So needy for (y/l/n)." He says as he presses a kiss against your clit, gently biting the sensitive bud. You moaned lightly. "I like that sound. But do it louder. Your knot was starting to build up faster than you had expected.

His fingers moved hitting your g-spot as his tongue swam inside of you. Stopping every so often to lick your folds gently. You reached to grip onto his hair, but you were stopped.

"Can't do that, sorry baby"

"Derek, I'm gonna - -"

"I'm going to give you the option (y/n). Would you like to cum on my fingers, or would you rather my tongue?" He said.

"Fingers" and with that he curled them and you released all over his fingers. Licking off your juices he quickly cleaned you off and helped you stand up.

"Told ya, only needed 5" He kissed your lips and pushed you out the O.R. room before Bailey walked in on the two of you.

[sillyfeathers]

Not Such a Bad Thing (Izzie Stevens & co. x Reader)

Not Such a Bad Thing Characters: reader, Izzie Stevens, Miranda Bailey, Meredith Grey ft. George & Cristina Warnings: hospital setting Words: 2321

What started as an innocent prank war devolves into something worse when Meredith sees an opportunity to mess with you that she just can’t miss.

A/N: if you are looking for a well-written fic, you are looking in the wrong place /hj Inspired by one of many fic prompt posts :)

“A prank war.”

Bailey’s face was set, not an ounce of emotion visible. Of course, that didn’t mean you and Dr Stevens couldn’t tell she was absolutely fuming.

“Dr Bailey, it got out of hand, and this one was really my fault, Y/N shouldn’t be punished,” Izzie said quickly. Your shoulders tensed – you were grateful, but refused to meet anyone else’s eyes right now.

“Is that so, Dr Stevens? Because I seem to recall that it was Y/L/N here that knocked down a nurse and a cart of dirty surgical tools, possibly injuring themself in the process.”

“Well, yes, but –”

“They can speak for themself, thank you Stevens,” Bailey continued. “Now, Dr Y/L/N – please enlighten me as to how you ended up sprawled on my hospital floors.”

Finally, you met Izzie’s eyes, purely to shoot the incredibly remorseful surgeon a glare.

Setting your jaw, you began, “Dr Bailey, it started purely between me and my roommates, and we never intended it to go this far…”

“IZZIE!”

You clapped a hand over your mouth, being dragged into the laundry with George.

“How does she already know it was you?” George exclaimed, earning him an exasperated ‘shush’ from Izzie.

“I don’t know, but I fully intend to drag you both down with me,” she said, her small grin betraying how serious she was taking this.

“Izzie, I am coming after you for this!” Meredith yelled, and the three of you winced at the sound of her footsteps.

“I am not suffering Meredith’s wrath, you asshole,” you muttered. “You think we can get out of here before she finds us?”

“It’s not like she’s gonna kill us,” Izzie said, raising her eyebrows. “She’s Meredith. She’ll be mad, but like, in a joke way.”

You stared at her, apparently dumbfounded.

“What, Y/N?”

“Are we living with the same Meredith?”

“Found you!”

You all jumped as Meredith pulled the door open, pointing an accusatory finger. “I see the two of you were in on this little stunt too?”

“No!” You and George spoke in unison, while Izzie nodded her head dramatically behind you both. Meredith narrowed her eyes. To Izzie’s credit, she looked slightly less intimidating wrapped in a towel stained with blue dye. “Well, you’re all going to pay for this. You’re lucky I could get this out with my towel,” she snapped, turning on her heel. You and George both wheeled on Izzie, who was biting back a smile.

“Izzie, you have no idea what you’ve just started,” George said.

And so, life in the surgeons’ household descended into mild chaos. Meredith was, naturally, first to enact her revenge, spiking all of your coffee with salt. Surprisingly, George got his dig at Izzie next, and the shaving cream in the shoes was all he initially intended to do – however, your plan against the three of them was already in motion. The plastic wrap around the door frames was what really made it a war.

There was certainly a new air of suspicion around the house, but so far it had all been harmless fun, and you didn’t trust each other any less.

“Hey, you need any help?” you asked, slinging your bag onto the sofa. Meredith glanced over her shoulder from where she was in the kitchen, sighing in relief. “Yes, please – can you start cooking the pasta for me?”

This was a common routine – two or more of you cooking whatever you’d decided would serve as leftovers for the rest of the week. This time, it appeared to be spaghetti bolognese.

“Mer, we’re out of spaghetti,” you called, staring up into the cabinets.

“There’s some up the top, behind the cereal.”

You stood on your toes, straining to reach it.

“Okay, let me – move out of my way.” Coming up behind you, Meredith poked your side to signal she was there. To her surprise, you recoiled, biting back a grin.

“What was that?” Meredith asked, raising her eyebrows as she grabbed the pasta.

“Nothing,” you replied, twisting your face into something that could maybe be described as neutral. “Gimme the box, the water’s boiling.”

“Mhm.” Meredith narrowed her eyes, grinning as you snatched the pasta from her. “I’m sure.”

“Y/N, your scrubs are on backwards.”

You groaned, pulling the top back over your head. “I’m blaming this on George, he put a bunch of alarms on my phone so I hardly got any sleep,” you grumbled.

In Meredith’s defense, it was not her original plan to pull this particular prank at work. But you were grumpy, and she didn’t know when she’d get another chance like this, so, as she helped pull your scrubs back down over your shoulders, she carefully secured the piece of paper she’d been pocketing to your back.

“Leave me alone, mom,” you teased, pushing Meredith away. She only smirked as you left the locker rooms – she might just win the war with this one.

It was only 30 minutes into your shift, finishing up your rounds, when you felt a pair of hands latch onto your sides.

“Hehey!” you gasped, twisting. “What the– George?” You struggled to hold back your laughter, slapping at George’s hands until he retreated. Before you could even begin to ask what the hell he thought he was doing, he’d made his escape, slipping into a nearby patient’s room.

Most of your morning was fairly uneventful. You couldn’t help but notice you were getting a couple of odd looks from nurses, but you shrugged it off as natural nurse hatred for surgeons.

Around 10, Dr Burke announced a back surgery, and your and Dr Yang’s hands were the first in the air.

“Cristina, tie?” You turned, gesturing to the back of your neck. Cristina obliged, and you cringed at the feeling of her nails trailing against your neck. 

“Ohokay, I think it’s all good,” you mumbled, discreetly trying to angle your neck away. Cristina didn’t relent, her fingers slipping forward and curling underneath your jaw, eliciting a yelp. 

“Cristina!” You twisted away before she could do anymore harm, glaring in bewilderment. “What, you and George have something against me now?”

Yet again, you got no answer as Cristina shrugged before entering the OR.

The surgery went smoothly, and the day continued with a distinct confusion on your part. You kept catching Cristina and Meredith grinning in your direction, and George looked like he was going to laugh every time he saw you.

The confusion grew into worry, and by the time Izzie was coming back from a surgery with Addison, you were starting to freak out.

“Izzie, c'mere.” You didn’t give Izzie much of a choice, dragging her into a vacant room.

“Y/N? What’s up?” Izzie frowned.

You wrung your hands, trying to find the words. “Everyone’s been acting really weird around me today – it’s like they’re laughing at me or something, I don’t know.” You began to pace around the room.

“I didn’t do anything, did I? I thought it was about the pranks, with George, at first, but now Cristina–”

You broke off, shooting daggers at Izzie. She had pressed her hands over her mouth and was clearly smiling.

“Are you kidding me, Izzie?” you yelled, genuine anger in your voice.

“No, no, Y/N, I’m not– it’s just–. ” She gestured to your back.

Again confused, you fumbled with the back of your scrubs, coming into contact with a small piece of paper. You frowned, ripping it off to see what it was.

The paper was small, small enough that you couldn’t read it unless you were close. But once someone was close, they could read it clearly: ‘TICKLE ME’. 

You felt your heart drop to your stomach, flushing red. “I don’t– I don’t know– ”

“You’re ticklish,” Izzie teased, wiggling her fingers in the air. “I had no idea!”

“Izzie, don’t even think about it,” you warned, an unwilling smile already creeping onto your face.

“But you know I’m going to, right?” The teasing tone in her voice was completely unbearable for you. Before it could get any worse, you decided to make your escape, dashing for the door.

Yet Izzie, as tall and graceful as she was, caught you right by the door, pinning you against the wall. 

“Meredith,” you cursed, shaking your head madly. “Izzie, we have work to do, we can’t– ”

“Yes, we can,” Izzie replied casually, her hand dropping to your side. All it took was a twitch of her fingers and you crumbled.

“You’re so ticklish!” Izzie cooed, and you felt as though your face was surely on fire. Izzie shifted positions so her thumbs were braced against your bottom ribs, her nails still fluttering against your sides. You were practically hysterical with giggles, your head falling forward to rest against Izzie’s chest.

“Izzie, I cahan’t– ”

“Sure you can!” Izzie teased, giggling as her thumbs pressed into a spot at the base of your ribs that made you squeal, trying to curl in on yourself. She added a little more pressure, fingers spidering up your sides while her thumbs traced circles against your ribs, sending you into another wave of uncontrollable laughter. The higher she ventured, the more desperate your laughter got, and the more you squirmed.

“I’m nearing a bad spot, huh?” Izzie was taking absolute delight in the effect her words had on you, and her satisfied humming made you want the ground to swallow you whole.

“Is it…here?” She hooked her thumbs under one of your uppermost ribs, gently drilling into the spot, and you shrieked. Izzie was painfully good at this, and she seemed to know it.

“No way of knowing…here?” She changed techniques, rapidly tickling along the point where your sides met your back. You let out another yell of laughter as you spasmed, nerves alight with ticklish energy. Your knees were literally trembling with the effort it was taking to keep on your feet.

“Surely not…here!” Izzie wriggled her fingers up underneath your arms, and you fell forwards into her, muffling your laughter against her chest.

“You’re gonna have to lift your arms up if you want me to stop,” she said casually, and you quite literally screamed, a combination of frustration and embarrassment. Try as you might, every time you went to lift your arms, Izzie would go full tickle monster, using her nails to scribble at the hollows. After a few attempts, you were completely weakened, giggling in Izzie’s arms as she managed to score a few stray tickles to your ribs and back.

“You poor thing,” Izzie laughed, slowing her fingers as she slid back down your sides. Despite the literal shivers it sent through your body, the break from the hysteria gave you a moment of clarity that was enough to fumble at the door handle and burst into the corridor – right into a nurse, and the cart of dirty surgery equipment she was pushing.

“A prank war.”

To your relief, Izzie took on the responsibility of filling in the details. Of course, that only made it worse when Bailey’s eyes finally shifted to you, and you were forced to look your resident in the eye while blushing a deep, deep shade of red.

“So you made all that commotion over tickling?”

You breathed in sharply, trying desperately to stop your face from conveying any more emotion than it was already. “If we’re looking into the technicalities of it…yes.”

Bailey’s face didn’t shift, and for a horrible moment, both you and Izzie thought you were genuinely in trouble. But then she relaxed, rolling her eyes.

“You’re lucky that nurse didn’t get hurt, although I’d expect you won’t be too popular with her for a while,” she said, eyeing you. “And I expect you, Dr Stevens, to know better than to torture poor Dr Y/L/N like that.”

“Won’t happen again,” Izzie replied, unable to hold back a grin at the mortified look on your face. “Are we free to go?”

“You, yes. I want to make sure Dr Y/L/N hasn’t hurt themself,” Bailey replied, patting the bed beside her. “Exam time.”

You refused to look at Izzie as she left, lying down on the bed and praying for this to be over fast.

“You didn’t hit your head, did you?” Bailey asked, hands hovering above you as her eyes scanned you.

“No, Dr Bailey – I really don’t think this is necessary, it was hardly a fall– ”

“You don’t get to tell me what’s necessary,” she replied coolly, her hands pressing into your abdomen. You flinched, noticing that Bailey was being awfully light on the pressure she was applying.

Bailey shifted her hands to the base of your ribs, again pressing into the space. This time, you felt a definite curl of fingers against the skin, and you had to take a deep breath to steady yourself.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” It was hardly a question – Bailey’s tone was dry, and she knew exactly what she was doing. This time, she prodded the sides of your ribs, fingers positioned perfectly to dig into the gaps, and you jerked upwards, giggles coming out in short bursts.

“I think– that’s enough,” you managed, the words punctuated with breaths of laughter. You avoided Bailey’s smirk as you jumped off of the bed, smoothing out your clothes.

“Am I free to go?” you asked, finally meeting Bailey’s eyes. She was still smirking at you, but there was the tiniest bit of compassion in her expression.

“Laughter can be a real scarcity amongst you interns,” she said. “It might not be such a bad thing.”

You pressed your lips together, determined to maintain a straight face, but you couldn’t help the way your eyes softened. “I’ll be seeing you then, Dr Bailey.”

Softness aside, you now had one thing on your mind – Meredith was absolutely going to pay.

[julessworldd]

You made Stevie cry, fuck you! Duff x reader x Guns N’ Roses x reader

Something I made up months ago, before I started posting my writing. Warnings: mention of sex, fluff, cussing. Just Steven being a cute bean, sorry if it makes you die from cuteness. Enjoy! Sorry if this sucks😬

“Steven please, the grown ups are talking” Axl said pushing the blonde out of the room

“Duff, then what happened?” Izzy said

“IM TELLING SLASH!” Steven yelled as Axl shut the door

“Where’s Steven? I was gonna finish my story” I walked in from the bathroom

“I took him out” Axl said playing with a string on his ripped jeans

I sat on Duffs lap and he wrapped his arm around my waist

After an hour I got worried about Steven

“Hey Duff” I whispered

He continued talking and giggling

“Hey!” I pulled on his sleeve

“What do you want, clingy ass?!” Duff yelled

“Hey where is Slash?” Axl asked

Izzy and I made eye contact and stopped to think for a minute

They looked inside the house for the pair but I knew one place where Steven would be at least

The boys followed me out and duff grabbed my hand

“Sorry for yelling earlier”

“Huh? Oh it’s fine” I gave the bassist a smile

“Promise?”

I nodded as we reached the tree where the treehouse was

No Axl, Duff or Izzy allowed!

Was painted on a piece of cardboard on the treehouse by the door

“THIS IS BULLSHIT!” All three of them yelled making Slash and Steven stuck their heads out

“Hey Stevie?” I asked

“Yeah?”

“I am I allowed up there still? I’m sorry I left you to go pee” I said smiling

“Oh fuck you, Y/n” Axl said

“Yes! Only if you come finish telling me your story, you may have to start over so Slash can hear it” Steven gave me a goofy smile

I smiled and looked at the boys who were fuming

“You coming or what?” Slash said making me turn around

“Y/n, you go up there we’re no longer fuck buddies” Duff said crossing his arms over his chest

I laughed at him

“You think you’re the only person I can get dick from in this house? Hell even out of this house!” I smirked

“I’m serious” Duff stubbed up

“Y/n!” Steven yelled down again

I smirked and started to climb the ladder to treehouse

Slash pulled me up into the house

“Hi Slash” I smiled

“Hey beautiful”

“Oh this is nice! Axl, Duff you’re missing out on this view, come on up. Oh wait you can’t!” I giggled

“I’m kidding about not being fuck buddies” Duff whined

“You stopped it lover boy, I’m fine with that. Oh and you really think I enjoyed hearing about how you took a whore to the drive in to see my favorite movie, huh? “ I yelled back down

“I’m sorry, I’ll take you later tonight and we can watch the movie. I know how much you love Patrick Swayze, Princess” Duff gave a cute smile

“Duff, shut the hell up about your trouble in paradise of Y/n. We’re banned! It’s nice up there” Izzy groaned

Steven pulled me into his side and gave me a hug

“Steven! Get your hands off of her!” Duff yelled

“You’re not my boyfriend so fuck off!” I yelled

Axl pulled Duff and Izzy back towards the house

“They wanna play then we can play too”

“How long?”

I looked at Slash, “How long what?”

“You and Duff being each other’s side pieces?”

I looked at Steven who was finding a comic

“Huhh, shit 8 months” I said

“Y/n?” Steven said from his spot

“Yeah buddy?”

“Can you finish your story?” He patted a spot on the blanket

“Hey that’s the blanket I gave you for Christmas” I smiled

“It’s my favorite”

“Okay where was I?” I said pulling Slash to lay in my lap

“Start over for Saul”

“Alright boys” I giggled

“Oh my dad was pissed when-“ I was cut off by a guitar, a bass and a voice

“Damn shit must be lined with gold” Slash smirked

I walked over to the cut out for the window

Duff was smiling

I waved my hand down at them

“Steven? We’re sorry hopefully your favorite song can make you unban us” Axl said as Duff strummed his bass

Steven rolled his eyes

“Y/nn, tell them that they can come up”

“You sure?” Slash asked

“Yes”

“Axl! Stop your screaming!” I yelled

“Singing, sweetheart” Axl cocked his hip

“Steven said you guys can come up now” I said

Duff and Izzy laid their instruments down and started to climb up

“Hey you” Duff smiled

“I love you” I pulled myself in his chest and hugged him

“I love you too, sweetheart you have no idea how much I do” Duff pulled me into his chest and picked me up

“Go say you’re sorry to Steven” I said wrapping my legs around his waist

He put me down

“Hey buddy, I’m sorry. I can tell you what happened with Ally, if you want” Duff said

“Nah and plus it makes Y/n upset when you talk about other women” Steven said

I smiled

Thank you Steven

Duff walked over to me again

“Quick story huh?” I smirked

“Shut up and kiss me” Duff pulled me by my chin to his lips

“Thought you would never ask, mckagan” I closed the space between us

He deepened the kiss making me moan

“Hey don’t make me ban you, Y/n” Steven yelled

I pulled away and wiped my mouth

Duff rolled his eyes

“I like it up here and he has fun stuff up here” I giggled

Duff nodded

I rubbed his hand with my thumb

[luna-jaden-shadow]

Love Bug

Request - you remember when sloan was teasing callie about her crush on erica like season 4 episode whatever??? now imagine sloan takes the place of luna's hot mcsteamy boyfriend, reader takes the place of callie, and izzie takes the place of erica???? thanks in advance man, i'm totally not in a mood.

Fluff

Warning - Oc Insert (Luna)

Pairing - Izzie Stevens X Reader 

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You had to have seen this coming right? I mean it’s so obvious that it was bound to happen sooner or later. You caught the love bug, a vile thing that’s now got your head swimming with the thoughts of one person, Izzie Stevens. Wherever you were she was always on your mind, either directly or in the back of your mind. 

Some times the bug stuck out like a sore thumb, other times no one would be able to tell that you fell in love with a fellow doctor. Today your bug seemed to hold up a giant neon sign that caught the attention of your friend and her boyfriend. The plastic surgeon found joy in teasing. Your friend, Luna has been trying to get him to let up, but when Mark’s set on something he’s set on it. 

So that leaves us here, your love bug trying to pull you to the blonde that stands at the other side of the nurse’s station. “Bawk.” Mark makes a clucking noise as him and Luna walk up to you. You roll your eyes at the man when he leans against the counter, handing off the charts of some patient to the head nurse. “You should consider playing human instead of chicken.”

You look at Mark, crossing your arms. “You should consider playing friend instead of dick.” Mark holds up his hands in defense, glancing over at the blonde that you had been eyeing up all day. “Stop it.” You hit him, making Luna laugh as Mark turns back to look at her than you. “You make everything look obvious.” 

Mark smirks, shaking his head before standing up straight. “Oh? So yelling it out to the entire room is being ob-!” Luna hits Mark in the chest, making him shut up from the look she pulls. “Look, take it from me you gotta be straight up. Now you gotta puff out your chest like the chicken you are.” You glare at him. 

He gives his toothy smile when you go quiet, subtly watching when Izzie walks past the three of you. “You gotta give it some oomph Y/n or nothing’s gonna happen and you’ll be a lonely chicken.” Again, you glare at Mark.

“Stop calling me a chicken you pigeon.” Luna laughs, covering her mouth as Mark gives a look of fake hurt. “Yeah, I said it.” You hold your head high. 

Mark nods, pointing at you. “That’s the look of a determined chicken.”

You groan, picking up your chart. “There’s no winning with you.” You walk away from the pair with a quick wave to Luna and a hit to the back of Mark’s head. 

“Go little chicken! You get that hen!” Mark calls out, grunting when Luna hits him. You shake your head, smiling, a new determination in you, time to stop being the chicken.

[gonzo-rella]

Do It For Him | Izzy Hands

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): Izzy Hands x gn!reader (romantic), Edward Teach/Blackbeard x gn!reader (platonic), Lucius Spriggs x gn!reader (platonic)

Summary: After you get injured in a raid, Izzy decides it’s time to give you a lesson in swordsmanship. When this doesn’t go to plan, you both learn something about the other that neither of you quite expected.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence (stabbing, blood and all that lovely stuff), description of eating. (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 2.3k

(A/N: I might have made the reader a tad unlikeable in this one. Maybe that’s in my head, but I did keep thinking ‘yikes’ whenever I made the reader do something. My knowledge of using a sword comes from Steven Universe, which is why this fic is named after a Steven Universe song (definitely not just because I’m atrocious at titles). Also, sorry I don’t know sword words. There may be more mistakes than usual in this one, as I didn’t proof-read it much. [Insert obligatory begging for OFMD requests])

Izzy watched with wide eyes as a pirate from the enemy ship thrusted and twisted the blade of a rapier into your left side. Ivan had been too late in taking down the man who had stabbed you, though he managed to knock the foe overboard before you even registered your injury. You looked down and touched where the blood was beginning to soak your shirt, then lifted your fingers to inspect their new crimson coating. Your chest rose and fell rapidly. The sword you’d been holding at your side clattered against the wooden floorboards of the deck. You soon followed, falling to your knees.

Everything went black, at least for you; everything only went hazy for Izzy.

━━━━━━━━━

A groan escaped your lips when a dull pain spread through your left side. Your blurry vision revealed a candlelit room. As your eyes began to adjust to your surroundings, a dimly lit figure took form beside you.

“Hm?” you hummed hoarsely, blinking in an attempt to clear up your vision.

Whoever was beside you let out a sigh of relief. It was enough for you to identify them.

“Alright, Iz?”

You glanced around with narrowed eyes.

“Am I in your cabin?” you mumbled.

He hummed coolly in response, offering no further explanation.

“Am I gonna die?” you asked.

He cleared his throat and scratched his face.

“Eventually.”

“I meant because of the stab wound.”

“Not under my watch, you’re not.”

You chuckled weakly, an action that was immediately followed by a wince. Izzy scoffed, something you chose to ignore.

“Do I get some time off?”

“’Course.” he answered. “You’re useless with that hole in you. More so than usual.”

“So, you’re not gonna be nice to me even after I got stabbed?”

He snorted and shook his head.

“Fucking hell.”

━━━━━━━━━

It felt like ages since you’d seen most of the crew, considering Izzy was incredibly strict when it came to visitors (you guessed he didn’t want so many people that he despised in his cabin). You’d seen Ed the most- he often stopped by to ask how you were holding up, only to stay for a while to chat with you and Izzy. Lucius, Black Pete, Oluwande and Jim had gotten some visits in (much to Izzy’s annoyance). Roach turned up three times a day to deliver you food, though few words were ever exchanged between the two of you. Stede tried to check up on you a number of times, but Izzy promptly turned him away. 

However, Izzy was the one you had spent the most time with. After all, he was in charge of your care, cleaning your wound regularly and changing your bandages twice a day. He left you alone so he could get on with his first mate duties, but you still spent many hours of the day in his company. It wasn’t as though he socialised with the crew much outside of work (if you could call it socialising), and it wasn’t unlike him to retreat to his cabin- it just so happened that you were there too, albeit bedridden.

After almost two weeks of lying in Izzy’s bed, everything was relatively back to normal, as you were back to work. Well, Izzy (in a surprising act of mercy) didn’t make you work too hard. 

Your first day back was relatively uneventful, at least when you were actually getting on with your work (you’d been put on laundry duty with Frenchie). In fact, things only really got interesting at dinner. As usual, the Captains were dining in Stede’s cabin, while Izzy was in his room.

“So, Y/N,” Lucius began, still chewing. He swallowed his food. “Did you enjoy being nursed back to health by Izzy?”

This elicited a chuckle from the rest of the crew. You snorted.

“It was fine when he wasn’t being a prick. Maybe it was optimistic of me to expect him to be nicer to me”

“At least he’s back to being as much of a dickhead as usual.” Black Pete commented. “He was totally unbearable for the first few days after you got stabbed.”

“I wonder why.” Lucius muttered sarcastically, shoving a forkful of food into his mouth.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Your crewmates exchanged bewildered glances.

“Go on.” you insisted with a sigh. “Enlighten me.”

Lucius shook his head with a snicker, though it wasn’t as gleeful or devilish as it should have been.

“If you haven’t figured it out for yourself, it’s not my place, or anyone else’s place, to tell you.”

You knitted your brows.

━━━━━━━━━

A few days had passed since the incident at dinner. The conversation occupied your thoughts whenever you had nothing else to think about (and sometimes even when you did), but you decided not to bring it up. After all, you figured that your search for answers would be unfruitful. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder what Lucius, and seemingly the rest of your crew, was hiding from you. It was so unlike him to hold his tongue, and you, perhaps naively, assumed that he wasn’t keeping this from you just to taunt you.

You had been mopping the main deck when Izzy had thrown a sword at you. It landed at your feet with a clang, causing you to stumble backwards in surprise.

“Fucking hell, Iz! What was that for?”

You looked up at him. His rapier was still in its sheath.

“Pick it up.”

“You pick it up.” you retorted. “You’re the one who threw it at me, fucking bastard.”

“Pick it up, now.” he demanded, nodding to the weapon. “You’re finally gonna learn how to use a bloody sword so you can actually fucking defend yourself like a proper pirate.”

“Do I have to?” you huffed.

“Yes.”

“Or what?”

He gritted his teeth.

“Just fucking pick it up.” he growled

“I’m busy.” you argued, lifting up the mop as if to prove your point.

“A mop won’t protect you in battle.”

“I never claimed it would.”

Izzy groaned, running a hand over his face.

“Put down the fucking mop and pick up the sword.” he ordered.

“I will if you say that you’re sorry for throwing the sword at me.” you shrugged.

“Piss off.” he scoffed, shaking his head.

“Alright. Back to mopping I go.”

You nudged the sword away from you with your foot and continued swabbing the deck.

Izzy sighed. You glanced over at him, stopping what you were doing as you watched him pick up the sword and hold it out to you.

“Sorry.” he mumbled, barely opening his mouth.

Unfortunately for you (but fortunately for Izzy), you didn’t notice how his stony expression was betrayed by this soft kind of desperation in his eyes. It wasn’t the reason that you caved in- you were just honouring your agreement. Allowing the mop to fall to the floor, you hesitantly took the sword.

━━━━━━━━━

“Christ...” Izzy grumbled.

You crouched down to pick up your sword after he had knocked it out of your hand for the... well, you’d lost count of how many times it had happened. At least you didn’t care that most of the crew had gathered around to watch.

“You’re not even trying, are you?”

You weren’t quite sure what the right answer was. If you were trying, you were just completely shit with a sword. If you weren’t trying, you were wasting his time.

Not quite sure what to say, you responded with a noncommittal shrug.

He rolled his eyes.

“God knows how you’ve managed to survive at sea this long. Absolutely fucking useless”

“Fair enough.”

He glared at you.

“Do you want to die?”

“Well, if do I wanna die, then I’m doing a pretty bad job of it, aren’t I?”

You forced a contemptuous smile.

“I’ve tried three fucking times before to teach you how to do this,” he complained, waving the sword in frustration. “And, every single time, you dick about and don’t try.”

“I never asked you to teach me. You’re the one who wants me to learn, not me.”

“You don’t want to learn?”

“No, I don’t.” you answered.

It was something he had guessed before- he just had no idea why you would willingly put yourself at a major disadvantage.

“And, why’s that?” His tone was cold. “Too much effort?”

“No, Iz.” Your veneer of apathy had been demolished, your voice weakening as a result. You paused before admitting, “I don’t want to kill anyone.”

He stared at you in disbelief. This wasn’t something you’d confessed to anyone, even when Izzy had tried to teach you before. He always quit and stormed off in frustration before he could get this far. He rolled his eyes.

“Then, you’re an idiot for becoming a pirate.”

You didn’t respond. He took this as an invitation to continue.

“So, even after you almost fucking died, you’re not going to-”

“I almost died?” you questioned.

He froze. It appeared as though the rest of the crew had become tense at that moment, too.

“You never told me that. I thought it was just a normal stab wound, not... a near-fatal one. I mean, he got me in the safe side.”

Izzy cleared his throat.

“You almost bled out.” he faltered. 

“The Captains said not to tell you.” Lucius blurted. “They didn’t want you to worry while you were recovering.”

You swallowed your saliva.

“Okay.” You looked back at Izzy. “That doesn’t change my mind- I don’t want to even be capable of killing someone, Iz. And, I don’t care if you think that makes me a useless, pathetic idiot. If you really think that little of me-” You shrugged nonchalantly, almost mockingly (nope- not your best moment). “You can just let me die next time, eh?”

Taking in a deep, trembling breath, he clenched his jaw. You looked back at him blankly, almost coldly. He shook his head and stormed off.

━━━━━━━━━

Following your lesson with Izzy, you returned to swabbing the deck. In fact, most of the crew resumed working, too. The atmosphere had been uncomfortable ever since Izzy left. Sensing you weren’t in the best mood, everyone decided to leave you alone, until-

“Hey, mate.”

You turned around and forced a smile to mirror his.

“Hey, Ed.” you greeted. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah. I just thought we could have a quick chat.”

“Okay...” you answered hesitantly. “What about?”

Though, you had a horrible, sinking feeling it was about-

“The thing that happened with Iz earlier.”

You bit your lip. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet. 

Neither Ed nor Stede had been there to see it, you thought, so someone must have mentioned it to them.

“Do you know why he wanted to teach you how to use a sword?”

“To make me a less pathetic pirate?”

“No.” Ed shook his head. “It’s the same reason he took care of you.”

You stared at him uncertainly. He placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“He... cares about you.”

“He cares about me?” you repeated incredulously.

“Mhm.” he nodded. “Thinks the world of you. After you got hurt, he was beside himself. Lashed out at the crew... more than usual, I mean. He’s terrified of losing you.”

He paused, watching you take in the information.

“Right, I’ll be off.” he announced.

Your face fell, prompting Ed to pat you on the shoulder. Up until that point, you couldn’t tell if he was a bit pissed off at you too. Izzy was his first mate (and actual mate, at least Ed liked to think so), and it was clear you’d hurt the man who (you now knew) thought the world of you. But, you realised that Ed just wanted what was best for the both of you.

“You can do what you want with that information.” he added quickly. “Just thought you should know, and I don’t think Izzy wanted to tell you.”

With that, Ed left.

━━━━━━━━━

Lucius and Black Pete fell silent when you approached them. They had been leaning against the railing, chatting and admiring the sunset until you turned up.

“Was anyone planning on telling me about Izzy before I made that insensitive comment about my death?”

“You probably shouldn’t ‘ve said it after he told you that you actually almost died,” Pete shrugged. "Even if you didn’t know about his... feelings.”

You let out a sigh. “Probably not, no.”

“You finally figured it out, then?” Lucius asked.

You scratched your neck.

“Ed told me.”

Lucius’ eyes scanned you.

“So, how do you feel about him?”

“I’m not saying it- you already know.” you huffed. “Look, I’m not good at this feelings thing. I know I need to talk to him; I just don’t know what to say.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place.” Lucius smiled and patted you on the arm.

━━━━━━━━━

You decided to have your talk with Izzy before the morning upon Pete’s request (he knew Izzy would be in a bad mood the next day if you didn’t sort things out). So, when night fell, you knocked on the door of Izzy’s cabin.

“What?”

“I need to talk to you.”

He groaned.

“Fuck off.”

“I’m sorry about...well,  everything that happened earlier. I fucked up.”

You heard his approaching footsteps. The door creaked when he opened it. He moved away and stood in the middle of the room with folded arms, leaving it open. You stepped inside, not bothering to close the door.

“I’m really sorry for saying what I said, Iz.” you said softly. “It doesn’t make anything better, but, for what it’s worth, I had no idea that you...”

Izzy watched you expectantly, almost cautiously. “That I what?”

“...Care about me.”

His breath hitched in his throat.

“I... care about you too, Iz.”

He didn’t respond. You swallowed your saliva as you thought about what Lucius had told you to say.

“If I’d ‘ve known that you actually cared, and how important it was to you, I wouldn’t ‘ve just dicked around. So, I’m sorry.” you went on. “And, in hindsight, just ‘cause I’m not that big on the idea of killing someone, it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t learn how to at least block attacks.”

Izzy cleared his throat.

“I can teach you,” Izzy offered, attempting to sound more relaxed than he (clearly) actually was. “If you want.”

You smiled at him.

“Christ, you really must care about me if you’re still willing to teach me.”

He let out a weak chuckle, causing you to grin.

An unexpected feeling of bravery surged through you, prompting you to step closer to him and press a quick kiss to his cheek. You could feel him melt beneath your touch, and less than a second later he tightly wrapped his around your waist. He buried his face in your shoulder, his head resting against your neck.

“Thanks, Iz.” you mumbled. “For everything.”

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It’s So Easy

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Summary: You have been a personal groupie of Guns n Roses for a while now, and things can get a little heated when they invite you to take part in the It’s So Easy videoclip. (smut)

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October 10, 1989 

It was an afternoon in Los Angeles and you were in a taxi, crossing the city towards the infamous Cathouse to take part in a video clip.

Guns n Roses had been back in town for a while now, their world tour was finally over and the band wanted to turn It’s So Easy into a music video, going completely against MTV’s standards, making something on the Guns’ style: groupies, sex and rock and roll. 

You had to admit that you were a little surprised when you received a call from Axl himself, asking you to take part in the video. You had accompanied the band since early days, and had even gone with them during the US tour. But you hadn’t heard from any of them ever since they went to Europe in 1988. 

But you’d never skip a chance to be in a Guns n Roses music video, especially with the little description Axl had given you through the phone. So here you were, entering the club, walking through the corridors while trying to find the guys.

“Y/N!” 

You turned around, finding Duff and Slash not too far from you.

“Hey, guys!” You smiled as they walked towards you, hugging you.

“I’m glad you accepted the offer.” Duff smiled.

“You know me, I’d never say no to you guys.” Your smile growing bigger. 

“Come on then, let’s find the rest,” Slash said, resting his arm on your shoulders and guiding you towards another part of the club.

Entering the bar area, you found the rest of the boys sitting at a table with an old man and two other girls, who you presumed were groupies as well. 

“Good afternoon.” You smiled slightly before sitting on a free chair beside Axl.

“Y/N, this is Jack, he’s gonna be the director. And these are Anna and Pamela, they’ll be in the video too.” Duff pointed to each one of them.

“Hi.” You smiled at them, before resting your back on the chair and taking in the boys around you.

Izzy looked skinnier than ever, dark circles around his eyes along with his constant greasy hair. Steven’s eyes looked tired, but his smile remained there. You could smell the vodka in Duff from far away and Slash’s hair was longer than usual. 

You weren’t the only one paying attention to the people around you though, you realized it when you heard Axl’s voice whisper in your ear:

“Your hair’s bigger… I like it.” 

You turned your head, facing him. 

Damn, how can he be this hot? You thought to yourself.

Axl had always been your favorite, of course, the others were great in bed and you liked them a lot, but Axl was different, there was something about the way his eyes burned your pupils that made you always have a weakness for him.

“Thanks, Ax.” You whispered back.

The two of you stared at each other for some seconds, the room growing hotter and everything around you slowly disappearing. However, someone’s voice caught your attention, making you look away from each other.

“I looked at the rooms and found some nice places to film. Let’s start in an hour, that way everyone can get ready… Let’s film the girls first.” The director looked towards you and the other two groupies. “We’ll film you girls separately, you’ll just need to dance in a very sexy way in front of the camera.”

“Pamela, you’re the white one.” He gave her a bag with clothes. “Anna, you’re in green today.” She nodded while taking the bag from his hands. “Y/N, you’re in black, you’re gonna make some scenes with Axl too.” 

You felt Axl’s hand against your thigh, squeezing it slightly. You nodded, getting the bag and taking a look inside. You frowned a little when you found a red gag inside of the bag. You looked to your side, meeting Axl’s smirk, making you bite your lips in expectation for the scenes. 

“We have to finish soon, they have to get the club set up for the gig later, so let’s try not to waste too much time getting ready, ok?” 

---

Not too long after that, you found yourself tied up, with a gag on your mouth, dressed in black leather clothes as Axl smacked your ass with a whip in front of the cameras.  His hands would run through every part of your body, and even though the two of you were acting, you couldn’t help but get wet. 

The longer the two of you stayed, doing scenes again and again to get better angles, the wetter you seemed to get, coming to a point where you had to squeeze your legs shut while the director watched the scenes to see if you would have to do it again.

Axl was in the same condition, he had been with a bulge on since the beginning of the scene, and that was just making your situation worse to control. 

“Ok, that’s it. We got it.” The director said, and you nodded in relief.

“You can go and get changed.” He said looking at you, so you turned around and went straight to the dressing room, hoping there would be cold water there or even a cold shower. 

“Hey! Good job with the scenes.” Pamela smiled as you entered the dressing room.

You nodded, reaching behind your head to try to take the gag away. 

“Want some help?” She asked.

You nodded again, dropping your hands beside your body. 

She giggled slightly, stopping behind you and opening the gag for you. 

“Thanks.” You said, smiling at her while you rubbed your jaw. 

“How’s it?”

“Uncomfortable.” You laughed.

“I bet it is.” She laughed with you while getting her purse. 

“You going already?”

“Yeah, I have an appointment tonight, won’t be able to stay for the gig.” 

“Oh, okay then.” 

“Bye, Y/N.”

“Bye!”

You stopped in front of the couch, removing your clothes when you heard the door opening again.

“Forgot something?” You asked, thinking it was Pamela. 

“Not really.” Axl’s voice caught your ears as he hugged your naked body from behind, his lips brushing against your neck.

“Hey." You could feel his bone against your butt, making you press yourself more against him, smiling when you heard him hiss. 

“What do you say, Y/N? Let’s have some fun?” One of his hands went down your body, finding your already wet core and sliding one finger between your folds.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as you took in the sensation of his cold finger against your warm clit. You wanted to reply, but your mind went out of words, so you just moved one hand to his hair, grabbing and pulling slightly at his strands. 

“Is that a yes?” He gave you a dry chuckle.

You nodded in return, a weak yes leaving your lips. 

He started kissing your neck, as he inserted two fingers inside of you, making you gasp and tug at his hair stronger. His lips leaving sloppy and sweet kisses mixed with hungry and harsh bites on your neck, while his fingers explored every single part of you, making a small moan leave your lips.

“So wet for me, already.” He whispered against your ear, and you could clearly hear the smirk in his voice.

“Axl.” You moaned.

He removed his fingers from you, causing a whine to leave your lips as he turned you around, making you face him. 

He cupped your face with one of his hands, while the other grabbed your hair, pulling you closer and closer to him. His lips met yours, sharing a dangerously hot kiss, full of desire. 

You tangled one of your legs against his waist, smiling slightly when he let go of your hair to grab your leg, moving his hand slowly towards your butt cheek, squeezing it harshly before he started removing his clothes. 

You let go of him, admiring his form as he removed the last pieces of clothing remaining on his body, biting your lips eagerly when his member was freed, rising up proudly. 

“Like what you see?” He asked.

“Yes.” You smirked before pulling him in for another heated kiss.

He started moving you towards the dressing tables, stopping when your butt hit the cold piece of furniture, turning you around again, making you face yourself in the mirror. 

“Lean down for me, doll.” His hand gently pushing your back, making you lean your upper part closer to the table. 

“Are you still taking pills?” 

“Yeah.”

“Good.” 

You felt his cock collecting some of your juices before sliding slowly inside of you, making a moan leave yours and his lips.  His hands found your hips, gripping at them while he started thrusting in and out of you at a delicious pace. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He smacked your ass harshly, and you were sure his handprint would be there for a while.

He increased his thrusts, making them faster and harder as one of his hands grabbed your hair, lifting your head a little, making a wave of pure pleasure run through your veins.

Through the mirror, you could see his concentrated face, the way his lips cramped and how sweat started forming on his forehead. You always loved how serious he got during sex. 

You buckled up your hips more, giving him a new angle, allowing him to find your sweet spot instantly, making a loud moan leave your throat. 

“Oh my God, yes!” You manage to say between moans as he took that as an incentive to start thrusting even harder on you. 

After a few minutes you both were moaning loud enough to fill the entire room, your bodies were sweating and his repetitive moves against your sweet spot were making your walls start clenching around his member, making a loud groan left his throat as he pulled at your hair stronger, thrusting in and out of you, each time faster.

"Shit…. I'm gonna cum!" You said between gritted teeth, squeezing your eyes shut and taking in the pleasure that slowly started to take control over your body.

You felt Axl’s finger moving fastly on your clit, turning you into a mess of moans and sweat as your mind started going numb. 

"Yes... cum for me, doll!" Axl said between groans, his voice making the deal as your legs started shaking and your grip against the table got stronger.

His thrusts became stronger and you felt a wave of pure pleasure take over your body as you hit your climax, moaning his name loudly. 

He thrust inside of you a couple more times before he came too. You opened your eyes just in time to see him saying a lot of incoherent words and his face contorting in pleasure as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back a little.

The sight was a huge turn on, and if you hadn’t just hit your climax, you definitely would have now. 

You felt jats of his liquids filling you as he cursed loudly before removing himself, stopping for a second just to see his liquids, mixed with yours, leaving your core, making his member throb.

“Fuck, I missed this.” He said, whipping some sweat out of his forehead. 

“Yeah, me too.” You said, still trying to catch your breath as you got up, adjusting the mess Axl had made on your hair. 

He turned around, getting a white towel and handing it to you. “Here.”

“Thanks.” You said, starting to clean yourself.

“Will you stay?... You know? For the gig?” He rubbed the back of his neck as he watched you.

“Yes, I will.” You smiled slightly.

“Good.” He smiled. “See you during the gig then.” He came closer, evolving you in another hot kiss before he left the dressing room. 

I really did miss this. You thought to yourself

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They were taking a break from touring, just chilling back in Frankenmuth. Danny had come over to his second home, and was snuggled up on the couch with his best friend, watching a movie. Everyone else was doing their thing - cooking, playing, talking on the phone - all perfectly normal for a nice, happy family. But FUCK Sam was feeling horny, naughty, and curious as to how Danny would react if he moved his hand just a bit higher....

*** Skin on Skin, Hearts Laid Bare - tumblr p1, p2, p3  - AO3

They started off cuddling as a necessity in chilly tents and cramped car rides, but it eventually became something much, much more. Sam finds that there isn't a safer place in the world, no where else he'd rather be, than when he's wrapped up in his best friend's strong, caring arms. And Danny, he just can't get enough of the feeling of Sam's silky smooth skin spread out underneath his hands. A chronicle of Samuel Kiszka and Daniel Wagner's budding love.

*** Silk and Satin, Leather and Lace - tumblr - AO3 

Sam has a surprise for Danny. A lacy, kinky one

*** No, Sam! - tumblr - AO3

Sam and Danny keep getting interrupted.

*** Keys To My Heart - tumblr - AO3

Danny just wants to try out Sam's new car, but the evil genius has some stipulations (like a handjob)

*** Blood Brothers - tumblr - AO3

"He leaned forward to nuzzle his face into the crook of Sam's neck, smelling the coconut oil in his hair and the rich rush of life flowing just below his skin. Danny licked at his jugular, giving it a small, almost affectionate nip before grabbing Sam's arm that was around his back and bringing it forward."

*** These Dreams - tumblr - AO3

"You're telling me that we've known each other, been near inseparable, since seventh grade, and you've never once thought about it? At all? You've had to have thought about giving guys a try at least once, everyone questions their sexuality."

Sammy gave him a shit eating grin. He scooted even closer to Danny, so that their knees touched and their noses weren't more than half a foot apart. Danny stopped laughing.

* The Sweetness of Love’s Bliss - tumblr - AO3 

Sweetness hot meets sweetness cold, light and airy swirls around dark and heavy for the perfect blend.

Don’t Go Away Mad (Please Actually Talk To Me About the Issue) - tumblr - AO3

They'd slept together so many times - but this was different. It would have been different starting last night, if a misunderstanding hadn't made Danny kick himself to the couch... but that didn't matter now.

* New Places, Friendly Faces - tumblr p1, p2, p3 - AO3

Danny was nervous; he had been building up the courage for weeks to arrange a date, and now.... He wasn't quite sure what to think of the situation he found himself in. The night certainly wasn't going as he had expected it to - and his emotions had never ridden a roller coaster this fast. Hell, the beautiful angel holding his hand wasn't even the one he had arranged to meet 2 hours ago.

*** High Sex is the Best (Just Don’t Fall Asleep) - linked under twins

Sam figures out that he's attracted to his best friend after catching Danny jerking off in the shower. Then they get high. (BTW this story focuses on Danny and Sam, though Jake and Josh are definitely in there)

*** The Lady and Her Knights  - p1 - p2 - AO3

You are seriously the luckiest girl in the world: Daniel Wagner is your boyfriend! And, yet, you can't push away the fantasy of having more. Specifically, Sam - you want his best friend, too. (THREESOME SMUT WITH HEAVY SAM/DANNY)

*** Black Panties and An Angel’s Face (continuation of ‘Silk and Satin...’) - tumblr - AO3

Sam had said that he would wear whatever Danny bought him.... would he, really? Fuck, if not them this was about to he a sucky Christmas for the both of them.

*** Grindr - AO3 

Sam gaped at him dumbly; mouth open wide, eyebrows raised, hands clinging tightly to his shoulders. Danny grinned, predatory and full of satisfaction, and thrust harder.

TWINS

* Freezeframe (teasing, talking mythology, and kissing while on a quiet evening hike) - tumblr - AO3 

Then I Recognized Me (comparing appearances, short and fluffy, could be gen or slash) - tumblr - AO3

* High Sex is the Best (Just Don’t Fall Asleep) (Sanny is the main pairing but the twins are shacking up in the background)  - tumblr - AO3

*** These Dreams (hinted at the very end) - linked under Sanny 

DRABBLES

* GVF Halloween Drabbles (6 random Halloween themed drabbles, some slashy) - tumblr - AO3

WHOLE BAND

Four Cute Little Piggies In a Blanket (foursome smut ~ yes in that way) - AO3

Metallica

Eyes of Juniper (Lars pisses off an ancient goddess and gets himself and Kirk turned into girls, eventuallly Jlars; on hiatus) - AO3

Guns N’ Roses

STEVEN ADLER X DUFF MCKAGAN

A New Addition To The Family (Stevie and Duff go adopt a dog, super fluffy and humorous) - AO3

DUZZY (Duff Mckagan x Izzy Stradlin)

*** Black Dog (Izzy blows Duff in the studio) - AO3

Baby, Let’s Get Wet (friends with benefits, Duff wants to fuck in the shower; half completed so sorry) - AO3

Young Love In The Woods (middle school AU, Izzy and Duff reminisce on how they met) - AO3

Lazy Days (a short and fluffy lazy morning in bed) - AO3

*** Curiosity Killed The Cat, But Satisfaction Brought It Back (humorous smut, Izzy comes up with a plan to seduce Duff; on hiatus in the middle of the smut woops) - AO3  

SLAXL (Slash x  Axl Rose) 

*** Curiosity Killed The Cat, But Satisfaction Brought It Back (background pairing) - AO3

Led Zeppelin

My Love, My Darling (ultra fluffy winter-themed fluff) - tumblr - AO3

The Magicians (TV)

Treasure (slow burn, binding spell gone wrong) - AO3

Other Fandoms I Could Write For

Merlin (BBC)

Queen 

Elementary (tv show)

Percy Jackson Series (the first 12 books)

How To Train Your Dragon 

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Catch-22 (book) 

Hey Folks! A few reminders I would love for y'all to read 

• I WILL write straight romance/sex or reader inserts, you just have to ask for it! I know that my library is almost all gay slash, that's just because that's all that has been asked of me 

• I love feedback! Give my stories an out of ten rating, constructive criticism, a video of you screaming, I don't care - But any reactions to my work are greatly cherished and much encouraged. It helps me gauge what y'all are into and improve writing 

• My disclaimer, as copy-pasted from Rockfic:  I don't own any of these people, places, or ideas (except the ones that I do). Any coincidences are just that. If you have a problem with my subject matter (other than a factual correction - you can comment that and I'll fix it) message me privately and I may or may not respond.

A/N: If any of these links aren’t working, please let me know so I can fix them! Thank you.

[meleuki]

Only A Matter Of Time

Axl Rose x Reader

Warnings: it's fluffy and Shit but yah know

Word Count: 1, 600+

Request: omg I just read your last imagine and it's so good!! Can I request another one with axl? I was thinking of one where the reader and axl are best friends but they secretly like each other.. Idk something like that. Hope you like it, thank you 🖤

A/N: Axl and the reader like each other xx.

I slowly puffed on a cigarette as I watched the boys of ‘Guns n’ Roses’ try to figure out how they wanted to spend their evening. Voices were raised every now and then for a few seconds here and there before Izzy calmed them down with a stern sentence, hand on a shoulder and a disapproving glare. Ideas had been shot out left and right, usually ending up with some sort of complication or disagreement when only half of them wanted to participate. Steven, of all people, seemed bored with the words that spilt from his bandmates lips, his eyes drifting around the kitchen as he chewed on the side of his fingertips; trying to find some form of amusement. I stood to the side, doing my best to avoid the conversation, simply shrugging anytime I was asked for my preference or thoughts on an idea. I didn’t want to cause any altercations, and really, I was fine with doing anything as long as it meant I could talk to Axl.

I just wanted to sit and talk to Axl.

Most of the band knew how I felt about the singer, often reassuring me that he felt the same way whenever the topic of my ‘unrequited’ love came up in conversation. I never believed them. How could he want me, when he had all those girlfriends? He’d just broken up with one, I was sad for Axl’s loss but quite relieved at the same time, maybe just maybe I’d be able to get him to finally notice me; the girl who had stood by his side through so many things.

The boys continued to argue about which bar they would attend. Which one had the hottest girls? Which one had the best drinks? Duff brushed off the best drinks question with a simple, ‘alcohol is alcohol’, everyone eventually nodding along with him. I didn’t like the idea of simply going out to gawk at girls, the boys could do that in their free time, but not with me. I didn’t want to sit around and watch them bite their lips, hazy-eyed, while some stripper danced on their laps. I especially didn’t want to see Axl in that scenario, I knew he loved it - which is what killed me the most.

I piped up, “Why don’t we just stay in? Watch a movie? Get drunk?”, all the boys focused their attention on me, and I watched as the gears turned inside their heads. A silent plea was echoing inside my head. I knew they rarely stayed cooped up inside, but hopefully this time they would reconsider, make a change, just for the night.

Izzy shrugged, a small smile on his face, “Yeah, don’t see why not.”

Duff nodded, smirking as he grabbed two bottles of vodka from the kitchen counter, holding them up like trophies. Slash snatched a bottle out of Duff’s hands and held it to his chest, a smile of agreement on his face, “We’re watching a horror movie, pussies!”

“Aight, cool dude. Someone pick a movie, I have to take a piss,” Steven chuckled, struggling to undo his leather pants as he rushed off towards the bathroom, the bored and uninterested look now gone from his face.

I made my way to the lounge room, watching as both Duff and Slash raced each other to the movie cabinet, arguing over which horror flick we would all indulge ourselves in. I snuggled into the leather couch, a shy smile creeping its way onto my face as Axl slid into the free space next to me, chucking a fluffy blanket over us both. Duff passed by us with two cups of orange juice mixed with what I assumed to be vodka, offering some to Axl, who gladly took the large glass full of the pale orange drink. Axl pressed the rim of the glass against my lower lip, pushing it against me until I let out a breathy laugh, opening my lips enough for him to pour a small portion of the liquid into my mouth. I scrunched up my nose at the burning feeling of the vodka running down my throat as I swallowed, poking my tongue out at Axl’s amused face as soon as my mouth was void of alcohol. Axl’s eyes met mine, my smile disappearing slowly as my lips parted with surprise at the emotion that was being conveyed in his green orbs, we held the stare for a little longer than necessary before Axl coughed awkwardly, shifting his gaze towards the cup full of drink that still sat in the hold of his lean fingers.

The awkward silence was soon broken by the sound of Steven rushing into the lounge room yelling about how there was a spider in the bathroom, begging someone to be his hero and come kill the tiny creature. I looked up in surprise at the bundle of blonde hair that now stood next to the couch I had occupied. Steven’s hair was bouncing with each hop to each foot he took, left to right, left to right. I couldn’t take my eyes off his hair, it really did look like popcorn, in some weird, messed up sort of way. Duff was snickering at the frightened look on Steven’s face, which only made the popcorn kernel plead more.

“Why are we killing it? It’s just a spider,” Slash got up and smacked Duff in the lower back, causing the tall blonde’s body to crumple forward with a pained groan, “Come on Steven, let’s go put the spider outside.”

Steven walked out of the room again, this time with Slash in tow, his face contorted into a bright and thankful smile. The tv began playing a film that Slash had obviously inserted into the VHS player in advance of Steven tumbling into the room. The boys who remained in the lounge-room quickly got themselves situated, myself included, as we all focused our attention on the small tv screen. Our mouths were full with either alcohol or popcorn, making us all probably look like immature teenagers to an outside eye. That’s really what we were most of the time. Sure, we were all old enough to drink and go to clubs, but deep in our hearts, we knew that we were all still longing for those teenage years again. Maybe not all of the events that occurred during those years, but we all missed the freedom of our youth. The taste of independence, without actually having to be independent. My eyes flicked over to look at the side of Axl’s face. My eyes drifted over the curve of his jaw, the outline of his oh-so-kissable lips. I remembered when he and I were teenagers; I’d lost my virginity to him. At first, I hadn’t loved him, but as the days went by after our hook-up I’d started to wonder what it would be like to be called his. I didn’t just want Axl to be some hit and miss, I wanted to know him, in a completely different way than just his body. I wanted to hold him when he was sad when he was low. I wanted to laugh with him when he was happy. I wanted to look into his eyes and see the same admiration for me, as I had for him.

Axl’s eyebrows furrowed as he turned to look at me, a small smile painted on his lips as he stared back at me in return for my gaze. I stifled a giggle as he pulled a stupid face, immediately getting a harsh shush from Duff. Axl snorted, tearing his gaze from mine to stare at Slash and Steven as they took a seat on the mound of pillows stacked on the floor, alcohol and snacks ready to greet them already.

It was only halfway through the movie and I was getting bored. My head rested against the couch, eyelids fighting to stay open and watch the rest of the movie. I was taken out of my dreamland as Axl shifted next to me, his arm laying itself over my shoulders, pulling my tired body into his own. My head rested on Axl’s shoulder, my nose nuzzled into the patch of skin where his shoulder and neck met. A small smile crept onto my face as his arms tightened their hold around me, pulling me further onto his lap, to make a more comfortable position for the both of us. My heart soared as Axl placed a loving kiss to the top of my head, his hand stroking over my hair softly. I cuddled myself further into him, and I felt the vibrations of his quiet laugh against my hand that was placed on his chest. I paid the movie no mind anymore, the sound of Axl’s soft breathing lulling me into a peaceful sleep. I fought to stay awake, peeking open my eyes and looking up at Axl as he gazed down at me, an emotion in his green orbs that I couldn’t seem to place, it was hidden away, locked behind layers of himself. If only I could reach into him and pull it out, I just wanted him to tell me how he felt. To just say it.

“It’s okay, little lady. Sleep,” Axl cooed, placing a delicate kiss against the skin just under my eye, “I’ll be here when you wake up, darlin’,”

I knew that was all I would get, for now, that was all he could muster himself to say - and for now, I was completely okay with that. That was all the reassurance I needed. The time would come for us when we could be together, when we were both ready to start loving each other as not just best friends, but partners. It was just a matter of time.

[lost-in-the-80s]

Merry Christmas

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x (fem) reader

Words: 2,373k

Requested by: anon

Summary: It's your first Christmas with Izzy and he gives you the best gift ever. (smut + fluff)

A/N: I didn’t have intentions of doing the requests this year, but I had to do this one. I hope you guys like it! Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! :)

Warnings: Mature content, swearing, some kinky stuff (handcuffs) and unprotected sex (use a condom, guys).

Tag list: @roger-taylors-car @ladieswttda​ @teasid @metalheartofgold @slashscowboyboots @ginny-rose-sixx @rumoured-whispers​ @metalupyourash​ add yourself to my tag list :)

It was the Christmas of 1986, even though there was no snow, the Christmas atmosphere had taken over Los Angeles.

Streets and shops had been decorated with countless lights and themed decorations. The houses had their Christmas trees, full of colored balls, among other ornaments.

Your apartment had not been left out of the Christmas spirit. You and your brother, Joey, had spent the month decorating every detail. The entrance carpet had been replaced by one with a reindeer-drawn, with the phrase "Merry Christmas" in red. In the living room, a huge Christmas tree was prepared, filled with red and white balls, your favorite colors, before being filled by countless bright lights.

You and Joey lived away from your family, so you almost always ended up spending Christmas just the two of you. It was simple, but it was almost a tradition, after all, you lived there for several years already.

But this year was different, Joey had been invited to spend Christmas in Northern California, at the home of his boyfriend's parents. He was afraid to leave you alone, but you assured him that Izzy, your boyfriend, would spend the night with you.

Izzy was never a Christmas guy, he found the celebration meaningless and celebrated only for the profits of the trade. Since moving to Los Angeles, he had never celebrated Christmas.

But he knew that you loved the date, you had talked about your plans for Christmas since the beginning of November and he already kind of expected you to invite him.

You were together for just over six months, you had met at the guitar store where you work and ended up dating right afterward.

When you mentioned that your brother would not be present and that you wanted him to come and have supper with you, he said he needed to think.

Izzy wanted to tell you that he saw no need to spend Christmas together and that he was just going to stay home with the boys. Or some of the boys, since Duff would return to Seattle and Slash would spend it with his mother.

It would just be him, Axl and Steven, drinking and using heroin while a tower of beer bottles made by Duff, graced the house in the absence of a Christmas tree.

But you were important to him, and Christmas was important to you. So he decided to put aside his dislike for the date and make an effort for you.

That same night he called you, saying he agreed with one condition: No expensive gifts. You quickly agreed, you were never one of the materialistic types, and to be honest, spending the date with Izzy was worth more than any gift he could buy you.

Izzy arrived at your apartment in the middle of the afternoon on the 24th, bringing a bottle of wine for dinner and placing his gifts under the Christmas tree.

You spent the rest of the afternoon watching Christmas movies, your favorite ones. Movies that you had seen hundreds of times and knew all the lines by heart.

You could see that Izzy was bored, but he never complained, mostly because he loved to see you laughing with those silly films, or the way you said "this is my favorite part" before some cliché scene goes on TV.

 When night came, you went to the kitchen, preparing pork with potatoes and rosemary and putting it in the oven for supper.

You positioned yourself in front of the sink, starting to wash the pieces that had been used during the day when Izzy hugged you from behind. His hands circled your body as he spoke next to your ear:

"I'll take care of the dishes. Why don't you take a shower?" He kissed your neck. "I know you want to change for supper."

He knew you so well, he knew you would wear something fancier, even if it was just the two of you, having dinner at home.

Following his advice, you went to the bathroom, staying in the bathtub for long minutes, feeling the warmth of the water against your skin as you murmured a song.

When the water cooled, you got up, wrapping the towel around your body and looking for what to wear in your closet. Your red strapless dress was the winner, choosing red lace panties to match, you got dressed quickly, before getting your hair done and putting on perfume.

Entering the kitchen, you could smell the pork, Izzy had already set the table and was waiting for you.

"You look beautiful." He kissed your cheek, guiding you to the table.

"Thank you, Iz."

The two of you ate calmly while you told him countless Christmas stories you had with your brother and from the time when you still spent Christmas with your family.

When you finished eating, you went to the living room, Izzy sat on the couch while you took his gift from under the tree.

"Open it." You said smiling.

Izzy took the package from your hand, opening it slowly, smiling when he saw it was a book.

"I know you wanted to read this one." You smiled.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I love it." He kissed your lips lightly, before getting up to pick up your gifts.

"I couldn't make up my mind so I bought two." He laughed lightly, as he sat beside you with two small boxes in his hand.

"Open this one first." He handed you a blue box with a white ribbon.

Gently opening the box, you smiled when you saw a gold necklace with your initial letter inside.

"Izzy, it's beautiful! I loved it!" You kissed his lips, but he pulled away before you could deepen the kiss.

"Don't forget that you have one more." He smiled, handing a red box, slightly larger than the previous one.

Smiling excitedly, you undid the golden bow and opened the box, your mouth parting when you saw what was inside.

Inside the box was a pair of handcuffs with a key.

"Izzy…" you looked at him and saw his smile become a smirk.

"I thought we could have some fun ... what do you think?"

"I…." You didn't know what to say, you had never used handcuffs before, and even though you and Izzy had had sex several times, you had never used anything like that.

"What do you say, Y/N? Would you let me handcuff you?" His voice was hoarse, as he ran his fingers down your face, running his thumb slowly over your lips.

Thinking for a few seconds you concluded that the idea seemed interesting.

So you nodded before saying. "Yes."

Getting up, Izzy offered his hand to help you do the same, he walked slowly, guiding you to your room before stopping for a second and looking you in the eye.

"If you don't feel comfortable anymore, say stop and I will stop and uncuff you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Izzy." His seriousness made your core start to get wet. You loved how serious he was when you did that.

He kissed you passionately, his hands held your face while you found the strands of his hair.

Walking away after a few minutes, Izzy instructed you to stay where you were as he walked around you.

Standing with your back to him, you felt his breath against your skin and you bit your lower lip in anticipation. He pulled your hair aside and slowly unzipped your dress, letting the garment fall to the floor.

Izzy kissed some spots on your back, before whispering in your ear. "Get on the bed, love."

Obeying, you walked slowly over to the bed, lying on your back while keeping your eyes fixed on his.

He climbed onto the bed, placing one knee on either side of your body, he gently grabbed your wrists, hooking the cuff on one and passing the chain through the headboard before securing the other.

Izzy slowly undid the buttons on his shirt, keeping his gaze fixed on you and smirking when he realized that your gaze was fixed on his abdomen.

"Do you like what you see, Y/N?"

You nodded, smiling when he leaned over to steal a kiss from you.

One hand held your face while the other traveled your body, feeling every inch of your skin. He lightly squeezed one of your nipples, making you let out a small moan, muffled by the kiss, which guaranteed the space he needed for his tongue to invade your mouth and start an aggressive dance against yours.

Izzy pulled away from your lips, kissing the full length of your chest until he reached the bottom of your panties. Kissing your core over the lace fabric. You tried to move your hands, but the handcuffs held you in place, making Izzy smile victoriously.

"In a hurry, Y/N?" He laughed lightly, running his cold fingers down the length of your leg, making a shiver take a hold of your body.

He slowly removed the piece from you, throwing it on the floor to keep your dress company.

Holding one of her legs, Izzy kissed the top of your foot, then your ankles, until he started to apply kisses on the inside of your thigh, making you try to move your hands again.

Licking your folds slowly, he found your clit, making alternating movements over it. His tongue was fast and precise, he certainly didn't want you to wait for his member to cum.

"Izzy." You whispered his name.

He then inserted a finger inside you, making a moan leave your lips.

"You’re a big girl already, I think you can take two." Izzy said smiling, before turning his lips to already clit and penetrating you with one more finger.

His fingers crossed inside you, hitting your G spot in just a few seconds, making a loud moan leave your lips as your back arched.

After a few minutes you were already a mess, your wrists started to hurt with the countless times you had tried to loosen up to tug at his hair, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure you were having. 

Izzy kept his head trapped against your core, making it his mission to see you cum like this, and if he continued like this, he would be able to complete his task quickly, as your moans were becoming disconnected and your legs retracted against him every few seconds.

And then you came, with one of Izzy's hands clasping your breast and the other partly inside of you, while his tongue acted deftly with circular movements on your clit.

"Oh my god!" You exclaimed loudly enough to fill the room and the corridor, your back arched and your eyes rolled as your legs pressed against him strongly.

"It's actually Izzy, but you can call me God too." He laughed, removing his head from between your legs and slowly removing his fingers from you, seeing your liquids drip slightly.

He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them slowly. "Better than dessert." He whispered, kissing your lips once more, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

Getting up, Izzy quickly removed his pants and underwear, stroking his member a few times before getting on the bed and stopping between your legs.

“Now tell me, Y/N. Have you been a good girl?”

You nodded quickly.

"Very well, I believe you." He adjusted his member with your entrance, slowly penetrating you.

The present sensitivity thanks to your orgasm, making a small moan leave your lips.

Izzy started moving, in and out of you, keeping his eyes fixed on yours, while creating a slow, passionate rhythm. He leaned over, kissing your lips once more, as his hands traveled through your curves.

"Izzy." You whispered, closing your eyes, making a moan leave his lips.

"Ah, fuck."

Speeding up his movements, Izzy hit your so-called G-spot, again that night, his fingers tightened firmly on your waist, keeping your body still as he moved faster and faster into you.

"Ah, Izzy." Your moans were so loud that you were almost sure your next-door neighbor could hear them.

His thrusts were slowing down as sweat washed over his forehead and much of his body.

Lying in bed, you were experiencing a completely new sensation, seeing Izzy giving you so much pleasure and not being able to touch him, no matter how torturous it was, that turned you on even more.

Your hands gripped the headboard bars tightly while your head fell back with a loud moan.

Your walls were tightening, Izzy could tell, he was almost there too, you knew that because of the focused look on his face, which he always acquired when he was about to come and wanted to make sure that you did too.

"You are so fucking beautiful!" He groaned, moving his lips to your neck, kissing and biting your skin.

"Izzy... I'm going to…." You were unable to finish the sentence when a moan came out of your throat.

"I know, baby …. me too." He managed to speak between breaths.

A few seconds later your legs started to shake and your walls tightened even more, his name left your mouth over and over as you closed your eyes feeling the pleasure consuming you.

Seeing you in that state, released Izzy to his own climax, growling hoarsely as jets of his cum entered you, mixing themselves with your liquids.

"Holy shit." He collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath.

After a few seconds, he stood up, slowly removing his member from you while admiring the mess he had made.

"You know, I think I'm starting to like Christmas." He laughed before cleaning the two of you and putting on his underwear.

Getting on the bed again, he released one wrist at a time, kissing the place gently. "Are you alright?" He asked, putting a stir of your hair behind your ear.

"Yes." You managed to say it in a weak voice. You were tired.

"Come here." Lying on the bed, Izzy pulled you to lie on his chest, covering you both with a blanket and kissing your head lightly, stroking your hair until you fell asleep.

[lost-in-the-80s]

After a lot of thinking, I've decided on Izzy + 7 and Duff + 12 for the kink roulette 😂. Thanks for doing another holiday series!

Pairing: Duff McKagan x fem!reader

Words: 371

A/N: You're welcome, darling! I'll post Izzy's one tomorrow, okay? I hope you like this ❤

Warnings: mature content. 

The result for your raffle is….

Public/Semi-public

It was a random night out with the boys, you and Duff had been dating for a couple of months now, and every time he had a gig, you’d go with him, always staying with the band backstage after the gig was over, drinking and having some fun.

However, the night turned to be way more interesting when you felt your boyfriend’s hand, which had been on your thigh for a while, moving dangerously up, underneath your skirt until he found your panties.

You glanced at him, just to see him smirking towards you. 

There were other people in the room, all his friends and some groupies, but he didn’t really seem to mind as he slipped one finger inside of you, making your mouth open slightly as you opened your legs further, granting him the space he needed.

His thumb starts to make circular strong movements on your clit, making you bite your bottom lip to hold a moan as he turns completely towards you, not trying to hide what he was doing in any way.

You open your eyes after having them closed for a couple of seconds, your glaze meeting Izzy’s. He knows what’s happening, and he doesn’t make a single effort to look away. His eyes scan your face millimetrically as Duff keeps on pleasing you. 

Soon, all eyes are on you, as a quite loud moan leaves your lips when Duff inserts another finger inside of you, curling his fingers and hitting all your spots with perfection as he knew you very well already.

Instead of feeling embarrassed or weird, you feel even more turned on. Their glazes going from Duff’s hand to your face as you try to squeeze your legs shut by instinct. 

Small moans leaving your lips as you heard glass clashing, realizing that Steven had just entered the room, dropping a bottle in his state of surprise. 

“Duff.” You moan his name as your climax comes closer and closer.

He leans down and says near to your ear. “Cum for me, princess.” 

And that’s all he has to do. Another loud moan and you squeeze your eyes shut feeling the warmest and most delicious wave of pleasure take a hold of you.