#izzy are you naked IZZY WHAT THE FUCK

[lovesickshanties]

Our Flag Means Death Season 2 | Official Teaser | Max

[duffslut]

On the tour bus

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 745

Warnings: Smut! Drug use, Minors Dni.

The bus was passing through some deserted place, the view from the window was already boring for you and you were almost regretting having begged your brother Izzy to go on his band's tour with him, Steven slept with a magazine on his face blocking the sun, Your brother Izzy was writing something on a piece of paper, Duff and Axl were rolling a joint while talking to each other and Slash was drawing on the bus window with a marker, tapping his feet on the floor with his cowboy boots. You had been on the road for hours, and you just couldn't stand not having anything to do anymore.

You stood up and walked to the back of the bus where everyone's bags were, including your brother's, which you knew must have something interesting in there. Once you found the small transparent package, you walked back down the aisle of the bus, stopping at the seat where Slash was sitting.

- Wanna get high? - You asked him, shaking the small plastic bag of coke.

Slash's eyes widened and you smiled watching him look from side to side before pulling you onto the seat next to him.

- Where did you get that? - He asked, a little afraid to approach you since Izzy was only a few feet away.

- It doesn't matter. - You said, opening the bag but Slash took it from you before you could take anything.

- You're nuts! - Slash said almost in a whisper. - Go to the bathroom and I'll come right after.

You rolled your eyes but obeyed, you and Slash locked in the bus bathroom alone? That was a great idea.

You went into the bathroom and left the door ajar without locking it. While you waited, you fixed your hair and touched up your lipstick, looking at yourself in the mirror. As soon as Slash got close to the door you pulled him into the tiny bathroom and closed the door.

- Pray Izzy doesn't find out we're doing this. - He said, about to pour some of the coke over the sink, but you took the bag from his hand and made a line right above your tits instead.

- What are you waiting for? - You asked.

Slash's confused expression turned into a small smile and he carefully lowered the straps of your top, pulling it down below your waist, exposing your breasts, his nose touched your skin and he snorted the coke out of you, slowly lifting his head and whispering in your ear:

- You're a crazy little bitch.. - He said and then you pulled his body throwing him against the door.

- My turn. - You lifted his shirt, his low pants showed some of his pubic hair which turned you on a little.

You formed the thin line of white powder over his abdomen and snorted it all at once, licking his skin after finishing.

- Are you that bored? - Slash grabbed your hair and pulled your face close to his. - Do you want me to fuck you with your brother out here?

You smiled, waving, closing your eyes and leaning in to kiss him.

- I do. - You said before kissing his soft lips and his tongue invaded your mouth.

Slash promptly opened your denim shorts and touched your wet panties without taking his lips off yours, you felt your head spin a little but his firm hand on your head gave you the security that you needed. You opened his pants and grabbed his hard cock. You were already high and didn't even care if you made noise or not, Slash moved your body and now you were leaning against the bathroom door, with your ass leaning towards him, you heard him snort another line of coke before resting his head on your shoulder and brushing his cock over your wet and needy pussy, you couldn't hold back a moan when he entered you, sliding his big dick into your pussy and starting to fuck you hard, nibbling on your skin as your exposed tits bounced with his thrusts.

- Fuck! Y/n.. - Slash growled in your ear as his cock went in and out of you faster and faster. - Y/n...

You continued to hear him say your name until the bathroom door opened and you almost fell naked to the floor, it wasn't Slash who was calling you.

- What the fuck is that?! - Izzy screamed, Duff and Axl appeared behind him with wide eyes, watching the scene between you and Slash.

- Shit.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Omg I loved the mile high fic!! Could you do mile high with Axl and Slash 🫣🫣

A/n: waiting for someone to ask for Steven joining next lol

Warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), squirting, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Axl had brought you on your with him because he loved you and they were passing through some of the places on your bucket list so he had to bring you along.

It was halfway through the tour now, you were getting tired of Axl edging you every night. You’d get back to the hotel and Axl would be all wired from the show and get going with you on whatever was the nearest surface, the door, kitchen table, floor. Anything worked, but he’d always stop right after he came. Always mumbling something about being tired and telling you get off on your own.

It would be much less of a hazard if he hadn’t gotten rid of all your toys a few weeks prior to the tour, meaning you had nothing but your own hands.

You were on a plain going from Paris to Italy, it was either really early or really late depending on how you thought about it. It had gone over the same as every night, Axl got you naked and fucked you until he came but this time he rushed you out the door so you wouldn’t miss the plane.

You were horny, desperate and furious. The plane had two rooms, Steven, Izzy and Duff shared one while you, Axl and Slash got the other. Slash was asleep in his bed while Axl was behind you going on about some story.

You got an idea and moved on top of him. “Hey, Slash is sleeping, you know.”

“Ok? He sleeps a lot, what’re you getting at?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Which means we don’t have to stop~” You leaned forward and started kissing down his neck towards his chest.

Axl groaned and pushed you off of him before rolling onto his side and facing away from you. “Why don’t you just go to sleep.” He grumbled.

You had had enough.

You got off the bed and went over to Slash bed across the room. He was a heavy sleeper and didn’t even stir when you crawled into bed with him.

“What’re you doing?” Axl asked, looking over his shoulder at you though the light was off and all he saw was an outline in the dark.

“Don’t worry about.” You bit as you rolled Slash onto his back. His face scrunched and his eyes slowly fluttered open.

You were kissing down his neck and chest, of course he was sleeping naked. You moved down his chest and saw the faint glimmer or a smile as you moved even further down.

“Hey,” Axl sat up and stared at you, “the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You waved him off and threw the blanket over yourself to cover what you were doing, of course Axl knew what you were doing.

You pumped your hand up and down Slash’s already half hard cock, pulling soft sounds from him. You kissed his thighs and lower stomach, still jerking him off. Slash lifted the blanket over you and looked down at you, there was something in his eyes you’d recognized but missed. Something warm as he watched you.

“Alright, you made your point, come back to bed.” Axl’s deep voice called. You sat up, completely exposing Slash who seemed to barely even notice.

“Did I?” You demanded. “Do you even know what I wanted?” Axl opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.

“When was the last time you got off?” Slash groaned, covering his face with his arms. He wasn’t asking, you woke him up and he wanted to go back to sleep, he didn’t ask to be part of your argument. You answered nonetheless.

“Not since the tour fucking started.” You stated, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at Axl.

Slash moved his arms, just enough to look at you. “Seriously?” You gave a firm nod. He glanced to Axl then back to you, a smirk on his face. “Fuck him, then.” He sat up and wrapped his arms around you, going straight for your neck as he kissed you.

Axl came over and tried to pull you away from Slash but the brunette slapped his hands away.

The way he kissed you was animalistic, his breath was heavy and hot against your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse. Slash got to work getting your clothes off, practically tearing them off of you. The second he could his lips were on your chest, his hands too. Groping, pinching your perky nipples and swirling his tongue around them.

All while Axl watched, palming himself through his pants.

Slash moved you to face Axl on your knees at the edge of the bed. “We’re gonna teach your boyfriend how to make you feel good, alright?” He whispered in your ear, his cock rested between your legs and pushing against your ass.

Slash pumped himself a few times before lining himself up with your hole and pushing in. You gasped slightly at the unusual stretch. Axl grunted as he watched Slash begin to roll his hips into you, the sounds that left you much different to when you were with him, then again he wasn’t focusing much on you.

Slash’s hands wrapped around you, one at your chest so he could continue to toy with it for his own satisfaction, the other reaching to play with your clit. You couldn’t remember the last time Axl had even noticed your neglected bud.

Slash’s skilled fingers rolled and fondled you all while his hips snapped into yours, hitting deep inside of you. The small room filled with your moans, Slash grunting in your ear while Axl still had to stand and watch.

“Fuck you, I can fucking do it.” He grumbled as he got on his knees. One thing Slash was good at was reading people and understanding exactly what to do to get them to do what he wanted. He didn’t mean to intentionally manipulate people but he knew to get Axl to treat you right he had to show him what would happen if he didn’t, and sure enough it worked.

Axl reached for your hips, pulled you closer to him. He slapped Slash’s hand out of the way and replaced his fingers with his tongue, licking, swirling the muscle around you.

You moaned louder as Axl’s plump lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on it. Your hands went to his head, tugging on his finger locks and grinding against him. They seemed to be fucking you with a rhythm, always keeping you stimulated.

A ball began to stir in your gut, a knot of fire. “Fuck! M’close, m’gonna cum, gonna cum.” You moaned, Axl hummed against you sending vibrations through you. He heard the gasp that came out of you and continued to hum, seeing what would happen.

It was an unfamiliar feeling boiling deep inside of you that was quickly unraveling. Your eyes shut tight as it all came out and a gush came on Axl face, dripping down Slash’s thighs and you felt his own cum filling you up.

Slash held onto you as you came down from your high, your chest rising and falling with every heavy breath, head leaning back against Slash’s own heaving chest.

Axl crawled up onto the bed, trying to wipe your cum off of his face. “Since when could you do that?”

“Since she had someone fuck her right.” Slash mumbled as he went to lay down again. Not wanting to leave Slash, and also being to tired to do so, you laid next to him and Axl curled up with you.

“If it means seeing that again I’ll fuck you.” He mumbled. You smiled and relaxed into the mattress, enjoying being sandwiched between the two.

The next morning, a few minutes before you landed, everyone was out in seats. You were the last out, Axl and Slash had decided you needed more sleep. When you did wake up you put on the first clothes you could find which just so happened to be Slash’s clothes, you could’ve sworn they were Axl’s but given the looks you were given when you sat next to him you must’ve been wrong.

“They need to make thicker walls in planes.” Steven said abruptly through the silence. You looked to him with a confused expression. Izzy and Duff struggled and failed to hold back chuckles.

“Hey, axl,” Duff chimed, “do we all get a turn?” Your face flushed a deep red as you realized what he was referring to.

[unknownperson246]

can u write a 3some with slash😁

Slash x Izzy x Reader: Fuck Me Clean

words: 932

warnings: *smut* *p in v* *threesome* *impact play* *daddy kink* *cussing* *degrading* *dirty talk* *hair pulling* *cum eating* *cum play* *rope kink* *fingering* *cheating* *squirting*

You were lounging around Izzy's house with Slash and Izzy. You kept messing around with the TV remote and pressing random buttons on the remote. The light of the static on the TV is making you tired. Slash is in the kitchen grabbing beer for all three of you. Izzy is sitting next to you on his red couch with his arm on your shoulders. You think it’s weird since Izzy already has a girlfriend who he claims he adores. You thought maybe it was a friendly gesture. The random idea of Slash and Izzy banging you mercilessly intrigued you. You bit your lower lip as Izzy’s arm was still hanging around you. You know you could try to get Izzy and Slash fuck you tonight since all three of you were in a secluded place. 

“Izzy I’m going to be right back,” You say to let him know you're leaving for a second.

You quietly enter Izzy’s bedroom. You make sure Izzy isn't paying attention and you enter. You change into your black lace lingerie. Izzy enters his bedroom to grab something. He sees you lying on his bed with a seductive look. Slash is back from the kitchen with the beer. He drops the beer and enters Izzy's bedroom where he sees you lying. 

“I want you both to do me,” You say boldly.

“Oh really?” Slash asks with a devilish smirk.

Izzy goes to grab his rope. He grabs your hands and ties you to the bed. Slash starts to slowly approach you. He comes close to your ear. He lightly bites your ear lobe. Slash's hands go down to your panties he slides his hands in and puts his two fingers on your clit. He feels how soaked you are. He slowly slides his fingers inside of your wet hole.

You start to cry out in pleasure.

“You’re such a pretty slut, you crybaby. All your good for is sex” Slash whispers in your ear

“So wet for us aren't you?” Slash whispers.

You don't respond out of the excitement of what is about to happen. Your fantasy about Slash and Izzy is so close to becoming a reality. Izzy comes back with rope and he ties your hands to the bed frame. 

“You're a sex toy” Izzy hisses in your ear.

“Stay still for me slut.” Izzy whispers in your other ear.

You feel his hot breath going down to your neck. Izzy climbs on you while groping your tits. He stops groping your tits for a moment and he nimbly undoes his belt. He grabs the belt and flips you over. He starts to whip your ass. He starts whipping you with his belt gently but with each hit the impact of his belt gets harsher.

“Ow Izzy” You whimper in pain.

“Shut up slut you can take it,” Slash says without being concerned.

“That's not my name,” Izzy says while the impact of his belt gets harsher.

You immediately know what he wants to be called.

“Daddy can you please be gentle, it hurts.” you cry out

“Aw, the slut wants to be whipped gently” Izzy mocks you.

Instead of being gentle Izzy drops the belt completely. Slash undoes your panties. Slash and Izzy are now both completely naked. You could see their cocks throbbing to be inside of your warm pussy. Slash puts his pulsating cock at your entrance and gently slides inside of you. 

“Be quiet and take this you whore” Slash’s whisper in your ear sounds like he is yelling.

Slash starts to grind your pussy with his hardened cock. He keeps hitting your soft spot over and over again.

“Oh Slash fuck” you sob out as he keeps hitting your g spot. 

“I'm a good slut right?” You moan to Slash as he relentlessly fucks you clean of your juice.

“You're a very good slut” Slash says as he groans.

“Fuck” Slash groans as he throws his head back.

Your nails make contact with his back. You feel yourself get closer to your orgasm.  Your pussy clenches around his cock and you both cum together. You start to squirt. Izzy kneels and licks Slash’s come that blended with yours. As soon as your legs were cleaned of the stringy white goo that was the product Slash fucking you Izzy places his cock at your pussy that was still wet. Slash sits to the side. Slash is amused hearing the sounds of You and Izzy fucking.

“Oh Daddy fuck me cl-.” you could barely make a sentence with how good his cock felt inside of you while your nails dug into his back

“Use your words you slut” He says while his hand pinches your ass while he fucks you as a punishment for not using your words.

Izzy's huge cock was pulsating inside you while he kept pounding your quivering pussy. You could still feel the pain from Izzy whipping and pinching you in the ass as a punishment for being a needy bitch. You ignore the pain and you concentrate on Izzy’s huge cock pounding you. Izzy throws his head back.

“Fuck” Izzy groans as he pulls your hair while grinding his cock in your tight hole. 

The ropes that are binding your hands break off from the bed frame from you pulling on them so your nails could go into Slash’s and Izzy’s back. Your pussy clenches around Izzy’s cock and you cum. Izzy spills his cum out and it lands on Slash’s leg. You get off the bed and crawl to Slash’s leg and lick Izzy’s cum clean.

[insaneunpleasant]

I know this has been asked many times but i need to know what moment in the show first made you go "izzy is the character for me"

Mine was at the beginning of ep 3 when he says "ohhhh Edward can't I just send the boys?" and you realize that the formal captain/first mate talk is a veneer over a personal relationship of some kind and you wonder just what kind it is and why they need the veneer in the first place and that actually the folks on Blackbeard's ship are just as weird as the ones on Stede's but in a very different way and Izzy with his exaggerated deference and performative badassery is probably the weirdest of them all

then the deal was really sealed for me in ep 10 when he touches Ed's face while Ed is strangling him and you're like "ohhhh I get it now, this guy wanted Blackbeard to step on his dick this whole time and that's what's been driving him all along" and then the naked erotic toe-cutting happens and Izzy looks like he's just had the best orgasm of his life but by the next scene he's on the verge of a nervous breakdown cuz he realizes how badly he fucked around and found out and I was just like "awwwww yeah this is my guy right here"

anyway what was yours?

[bougiebutchbinch]

Izzy goes overboard in a storm and is in a bad way when Ed pulls him out. Head lolling, lips blue, barely breathing.

Obviously they have to get him warm - so Ed snuggles him down in bed with him and Stede, all of them in minimal clothing.

Stede is delightfully charmed by how Izzy keeps mumbling both of their names even though he's barely conscious and cuddling closer to them, open and needy in a way he'd never let himself be while awake. Ed is just so fucking relieved that Izzy's okay, he refuses to let go of him for anything, burying his head in the weathered skin at the base of his throat and breathing him in.

Cue Izzy waking up the next morning and being like 😳Fuck. D-did we.... 😳 are we, like... together?

He's still a tiny bit fevered and low on inhibitions, and the naked hope on his face is breaking Ed's heart

So Ed looks at Stede with big pleading eyes and Stede immediately grins and nods, and Ed wraps his arms around Izzy and gives him a big' ol cuddle and says "Yeah mate, absolutely, we're together now. Talked it all through last night. Us three against the world, mmkay?"

And Izzy just relaxes against him, burying his face in his chest, muttering "Oh thank fuck, took us long enough"

Anyway sometimes Your Little Guy almost dying is just what you need to drag him into the throuple lsdhkfgdksgf

[marvelobsessed134]

Slash + voyeurism for kinktober? 👀

Kinktober day 10: Voyuerism with Slash

Pairings: Slash x Fem!Reader ft. Izzy Stradlin

Warnings: voyuerism, smut, slight daddy kink, Izzy jerks off while watching you guys, semi cock!possessive!slash, dom!slash, sub!reader, squirting.

Summary: Slash wants to show you off to his best friend Izzy.

You were naked on all fours while your boyfriend was sat on the couch jerking his cock. “Come on over here baby.” His deep voice commanded you felt your arousal drip. You slowly crawled to him, seeing the other guitarist in your peripheral vision.

It was Slash’s idea to show you off like this. Izzy mentioned wanting to fuck you for a while and of course the other guitarist was not cool with that idea, but he decided that he could at least watch.

You sat on your knees between his thighs eyeing his cock hungrily. The curly haired man smirked that this, “Go on baby. Come suck my dick like a good girl.” You immediately got to work, licking and sucking his shaft. He gripped your hair and threw his head back moaning. He got a glimpse of Izzy stroking his own cock while watching you work your magic.

“Yeah, you like this Stradlin? Wait till you see what her pussy can do.” Slash groaned with a smirk.

All Izzy could do was watch and honestly, he was cool with that. Being able to see you naked was good enough for him.

You continued to suck him off like your life depended on it, knowing he’d give you the same effort back. That’s what was nice about your relationship. If someone wasn’t putting in effort then the other wasn’t going to either. Also if you’re naughty slash gets to punish you.

Then the guitarist pulls you off and moves so you could lay on the couch. You get up, pressing a kiss to his lips before obeying his command.

Your legs spread on their own accord as you looked at Izzy’s expression. It was dark and feral, much like your boyfriend’s.

Slash positioned himself between your legs before licking a stripe against your pussy from the bottom all the way up to your clit. You hissed and gripped his hair, shutting your eyes as he continued to eat you out.

“I know you’re closing your eyes baby. Open them. Look at Izzy watch you while I eat this sweet little pussy.” You did as he said, looking at Izzy looking at you. You could see him pump his cock faster and you gripped Slash’s hair tighter. Your eyes were wide and watery.

“Mmm Slash…I’m gonna cum!” You squealed.

“Okay then, cum for me baby. Cum for me and my friend.” And so you did, squirting your juices all over his face. “Fuuuck, you taste so good. That was so hot.”

“Holy shit.” Izzy muttered. The curly haired man looked to his friend with a smile, “Yeah, my girls’ a squirter.”

You laid there blissed out, barely registering the back he brought you up on his lap, hovering over his cock.

“Mmm you want it baby?” He asked teasingly.

“Oh yes. Please…daddy.” You let it slip. The one nickname that you usually call him in bed.

“Fuck.” The other raven haired man muttered, pumping his cock more.

“That’s a good girl. Go on.” Slash said and you sunk down on his large dick. You gripped his shoulders for balance as you began to ride him.

“Ah, fuck yes. You’re so tight baby oh fuck.” Your boyfriend was a moaning mess as you continued to ride him, he grabbed and slapped the flesh of your ass, forgetting that his best friend was jerking off to the scene not too far away.

“Be a good girl and make daddy cum.” He instructed and you sped up your movements, kissing his neck up to his lips. His grip on you tightened and it wasn’t long before he shot his sticky, salty, warm, cum into your womb.

You moaned at the feeling, rolling your eyes back.

Slash turned to look at Izzy eyeing the ropes of cum on his stomach and said, “Enjoy the show?”

“Fuck yeah dude.”

[izzyhandswhore]

hear me out : reader giving izzy a massage (non-sexual) because reader sees how tense he is :’)

((I know I said fluff.... But Season 2 has given me brainrot so here we go)) Giving Izzy a (non-sexual) massage

Season 1

Izzy spots the way you've been looking at him all day before the word 'massage' can even leave your mouth. You're looking at him like you're sizing him up and he's looking right back at you with suspicion and confusion until he finally breaks and confronts you with a gruff, "what??"

You point out that he looks tense and he just scoffs at you and shrugs and tells you he's fine, but he can't quite meet your eye and doesn't sound all that convincing. If you press him further he'll say something along the lines of "is it any fucking wonder with this lot? Fucks sake.."

He'll just shrug off your first few attempts to get to his shoulders, bat you away and tell you to fuck off. Even if you do get him to stay still long enough to hold him and massage his shoulders a little, he'll try to keep his grumpy face and just tell you it's pointless, he doesn't feel a difference.. But the way his muscles ease can't lie... Neither can that tiny, embarrassing groan that escapes him before he turns bright red, shrugs you off and stalks away to go bark orders at some poor soul.

For the rest of the day you see him rolling his shoulders and tilting his head like he's trying to crack his neck, all while giving you little sideways glances. Try not to look too smug, you've got him. When you two are back safe and alone in your cabin, he “casually” asks about that thing you did earlier and could you.. do it again maybe?

You’ve got your work cut out for you. The man is basically all knots and stiffness. You start with him perched on the edge of the bed while you kneel behind him and work at his neck and shoulders, all while he’s groaning with relief and leaning gently into your touch. It ends with him lying face down practically naked as you work his whole back.

He is not quiet. He’s constantly giving breathy instructions and moaning and praising you.. It’s no wonder you get funny looks and teasing whispers from the rest of the crew the next day. You don’t care, you’re just happy Izzy is happy and finally got a really good nights sleep. You make him feel so safe and relaxed he’s snoring before you can even finish the massage,.

Season Two

Blackbeard soon puts a stop to you and Izzy sleeping in the same cabin. He claims you’re “a distraction” to Izzy and reminds you constantly how lucky you are to be alive since you’re nothing but Izzy’s little pet. To keep you safe, Izzy starts distancing himself too. You’re forced to watch from the sidelines as Izzy’s health declines.

When Blackbeard cuts the second toe off, you no longer care what’ll happen to you. In the dead of night you creep into Izzy’s cabin. He near jumps out of his skin, scrambling back and drawing weapons from under his pillow as you approach. He doesn’t relax even after he realises it’s just you.

In hushed, desperate whispers he tries to get you to leave. He acts like he’s angry with you for invading his space, for disobeying orders, for assuming he even wants you here. Eventually, with tears in his eyes he hisses, “it’s not safe!”

Silence falls over the room. You know he’s just trying to protect you with the whole “evil first mate” act. He knows you see right through him. Just like before he sits on the edge of the bed, defeated. You quietly crawl behind him and press a kiss to his bare shoulder before starting on the knots there.

He doesn’t lean into your touch this time, he flinches. He doesn’t say a word or make any noise of pleasure. The only sounds in the room are muffled grunts as he presses his lips tight together or tiny gasps when you come across a particularly sore spot. Any other noises outside the cabin also snap him to attention and make him tense all over again.

It’s a long and difficult process but eventually you feel him start to relax and nod off a little. You carefully coax him into bed and hold his hand for a bit as he drifts off. When you think he’s asleep you get up to leave and he squeezes your hand tight and looks up at you with tired, teary eyes. There’s so much he wants to say but he doesn’t have the strength to say it so he settles for,

“Thank you, love.. I..”

You smile, shake your head, squeeze his hand and assure him,

“I know.”

[aishnico]

#𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃: 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦

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

» word count: 3.2k (wOOOOO)

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

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

his friend yawned. “huh, who?��

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i've never eaten this before."

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

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

"at least eat the cookie."

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

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

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

"you're no fun." you muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"what's her major?"

"english literature, i believe"

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

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

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

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

"hey! when should i come?"

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

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

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

"waiting for someone, handsome?"

"i'm waiting for someone, actually."

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

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

"are you waiting for a date?"

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

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

"guess no"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you came..."

"you called."

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

you nodded. "good night!"

"good night!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i don't remember which we drank."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you. you're funny."

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

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

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

"ooh, how do you know that?"

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

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

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

"you didn't even take a sip."

"i waited for it to be cold."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"trust me, i did."

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

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

"alright, good night saul. take care."

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

"would you want me to company you?"

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

"trust me, you won't."

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

he feels exhilaration.

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

he feels like he is about to explode.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"oh, yeah. pretty much."

"good."

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

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

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

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

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

"someday... someday seems cool."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you too, good night."

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

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

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

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

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

"hey, mind your own business!"

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

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

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

he broke the silence.

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

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

[badbigbrother]

Izzy's Discovery

Izzy watched in curiosity as Mike grabbed her brother’s hair, turning him to face her. Liam’s face was totally slack, his eyes glazed over with a look of bliss.

“Why don't you come closer sweetheart?” Dan, his other friend prompted her. Dan was totally naked, his muscular body on display, where Mike simply had his trousers parted at the fly, cock throbbing in the open air like a beacon. As she took a step closer, Liam made a soft mewling sound.

“Hm. Seems like this little slut wants more!” Mike exclaimed with a grin, roughly tanking Liam's head back onto his cock. Liam only let out a happy-sounding groan. This entire display made Izzy shiver, her panties slowly growing wet as she watched her brother's throat get used like a fleshlight.

Without taking her eyes of the debauched scene in front of her, Izzy slowly sank into the beanbag in the corner of her room. Unknowingly, she spread her legs a little, breathing heavily as she placed her hands on her thighs, nails digging into the flesh there lightly. Her eyes moved rapidly, following the motion of Mike’s cock as it pushed in and out of her brother's willing throat, hooded eyes betraying his arousal, if the throbbing bulge in his jeans hadn't already. Suddenly, Dan stepped forward.

“Dude. You're hogging his throat! I want my turn!”

“Nu uh, you slept here last night, if you didn't get your fill then tough shit!” Mike argued. He pulled his dick out with a pop, and the two descended into their typical bickering.

“What if..” Izzy's voice died a little as she struggled to be heard over the two, but she soon stood, sidling up to the pair “What if you both used his throat, at the same time?” she asked shyly. 3 sets of eyes, two wide and surprised, the other dazed and lustful, locked onto her.

“Iz, I didn't think you'd be so eager to see your brother treat like a cheap whore!” Dan laughed, already stroking his shaft in anticipation.

“It could work.. a little gay though, don't you think?” Mike pondered. At this Izzy frowned, grabbing both his and Dan's dicks and sandwiching them together, the skin contact making a meaty slap. They felt red hot, like an inferno in her palms, and it was all she could do not to moan as she pulled them forward, resting both bulbous heads on her brother's eager lips.

Liam dove forward, eagerly swallowing both dicks to the root as he drooled around them. Izzy watched as it spilled onto his shirt. She slowly walked around him, tracing a soft finger across his cheek, and squatted, threading her fingers into his hair with a firm, rough grip. She felt him shudder and moan as she took control, thrusting him forward and back onto the thick cocks invading his throat, struggling to take their combined girth without gagging, his eyes tearing up as she set a punishing pace.

“Who knew my big brother was such a fucking slut?” She hissed in his ear, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head “Turns out all those nights I heard you guys talking, the reason you were so quiet was because you were gagging on dick instead. Wonder how many cocks have been down this insatiable throat of yours? Mph.. if dad knew… god that I would love to watch..”

As she spoke, she found her free hand wandering down her belly, slipping under her skirt and massaging her sodden panties gently, putting slight pressure onto her clit as her legs trembled a little. She found herself picturing Liam on his knees in front of their father, mouth stretched out to take the gigantic dick she had seen glimpses of all of her years living under the same roof.

She startled a little when a groan came from above her. She looked up, seeing Mike gripping the desk with white knuckles, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

“Fuck!” He groaned, convulsing a little as he began to shoot his load into Liam's mouth. His orgasm seemed to trigger something in Dan as his eyes rolled back and he pulled out, gripping his shaft and pumping furiously, splattering a few hefty pumps of cum onto Liam's dazed face. The two took a moment to recover, still slightly rocked from the force of their orgasms, shock written across both of their faces. Izzy could only smile at her big brother; totally out of it, covered in cum as he sat back on his haunches. She had so many plans for him.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Car smut with 15 for Rafe please

‘’Be a good girl and spread your legs.’’

Warning: smut (sort of)

—

You loved to tease Rafe while he was driving. Sometimes it was a hand dangerously high on his thigh — or totally on his cock if you were feeling wild. Others, it was a flash of your panties in the passenger seat.

You once pulled down the top of your dress to bare your breasts — which Rafe was feral for. A smug smile had etched on his lips while his shorts were getting tighter. He even reached out to play with them a little. It was fun until you saw red and blue flashes behind you and ended up getting pulled over by Peterkin.

Thankfully, it was for speeding and not indecency.

��’I don’t get why we couldn’t have stayed at Topper’s. His parents are out of town. Their bed was free.’’

‘’Because we’ve hooked up before and that’s just weird,’’ you reminded Rafe as the wind coming through the window was blowing in your hair.

Rafe laughed, not seeing where the problem was. ‘’You were fifteen! That’s…over three years ago.’’

‘’So what?’’ You looked at him, hoping he would finally get it, but he didn’t.

You sighed. Boys and girls really were build different — and not just anatomically.

The conversation was dropped and Rafe kept driving as music played from the car speakers. After getting past the rural neighborhoods, you decided to have some fun.

While Rafe's attention was busy on the road, you reached under your skirt and grabbed your underwear, wiggling on the seat to take them off. It was a challenge. Even more so with the pothole the truck just hit and almost sent you flying forward.

‘’What are you doing?’’

You snapped your head toward Rafe. ‘’My...my thong was stuck in my ass and with all the potholes on the road, it was really starting to hurt so I fixed it.’’

He frowned, not sure he was understanding. ‘’Eh...okay.’’

You finished kicking your underwear down your legs and to the floor of the truck and held back a mischievous grin. Rafe was gonna lose his shit.

You said his name and his eyes left the road again. This time you were not strangely wiggling on your seat, this time you were riding up your skirt to reveal your naked pussy on his leather seat.

Rafe’s hands crisped on the steering wheel. ‘’Fucking hell.’’ He ran a hand over his face, getting hot at the sight.

He liked his girls with a little bit of crazy.

‘’Be a good girl and spread your legs.’’ You shifted in your seat and sat sideways before doing as told. This new angle made Rafe stifle a groan, his blue eyes set right between your legs. ‘’Fuck, that pussy’s so pretty.’’ He quickly checked the road and turned back to you. ‘’Are you wet for me, baby?’’

‘’Why don't you check yourself?’’

Once again, Rafe was confused. ‘’Okay, so let me get this straight, you’re not okay having sex under the same roof as a guy you've already had sex with over three years ago, but you’re okay with spreading like that in the front seat where anyone can pass by?’’ You blinked at him in silence and Rafe shook his head. ‘’I’ll never understand women,’’ he said before sliding a finger between your folds. 

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[lgbtqasacrew]

Izzy x reader nsfw pls?

Summary: After constantly being at each others throats, you and Izzy settle your differences in the bedroom

Relationships: Izzy/gn!reader

Word count: 1.4k+

Warnings: 🔞NSFW minors dni 🔞

A/N: Sorry this took so long for me to get out, I hope it’s what you were thinking of

Ever since Izzy had joined the ship, you two have never got along. Constantly at each other’s throats about anything and everything. Which is why it’s surprising, or maybe it’s really not, that one night you find yourself pressed up against the wall of Izzy’s room with the first mate’s tongue down your throat. “This doesn’t mean anything” he growls as he pulls away.

“Just shut up for once” you retort pulling him back in for a searing kiss, you’re fed up of hearing his voice, always barking orders, telling you you’re not good enough, this is much better you think as you deepen the kiss.

Oh how he was easier to deal with when he’s not talking, and he’s a decent kisser. You’d half expected him to be a biter, but that might just be because he reminded you of a small yappy dog nipping at your heels. You watch as he begins to undress, untying the cravat around his neck, carefully folding it with the golden ring and placing it safely on his desk. You’d always been intrigued by that ring, you’d never have pinned him as sentimental, it must really be something really special to him. Not that you’d ever ask, not that he’d ever tell you if you did ask.

Izzy’s furious at himself, how had he let this happen. One minute he was berating you about how annoying you are, how you never listen to a thing he says. Now you’re in his room unbuttoning your shirt whilst he removes his own clothes. What had you done to him, he hated you, you were constantly getting under his skin, maybe he’s sick, yeah that must be it.

You’ll both get it out of your system and then everything will just go back to normal, he’ll give you orders and you’ll tell him to fuck off. You’re a decent pirate, which is as much of a compliment as he’ll ever give you, but your incessant need to talk back is grating. If you just listened to a simple instruction maybe he wouldn’t find you half as irritating.

He’s taken out of his thoughts by your naked torso, he must’ve seen it before, when you’ve gotten too hot on deck or when Bonnet made the whole crew have a beach day. But here in the close confines of his room, under the dim light of the candle burning on his desk, it’s something else. He has the sudden need to run his hand over your chest, what’s wrong with him, he really must be sick.

Managing to pull his gaze away from you, wouldn’t want you to think he was into you or anything, he takes his own clothes off, folding them neatly into a pile on his desk.

“Is that really necessary?” You quip, why did you always have such a problem with everything little thing he did.

“Yes” is all he replies before stepping towards you until you’re face to face “if you have a problem with that you can get out”

You put your hands up in mock surrender, which he uses to his advantage, taking your hands and holding them above your head as he pins you against the wall, his prick pressing into your thigh.

“Someone’s eager” you tease.

“Shut up” he growls before kissing you with fervour, just needing you to stop talking for once in your life.

Your lips remain connected as he slowly guides you away from the wall and towards the small bed that sits in the corner, pushing you onto it and straddling your thighs, his prick flush between you. He finds himself grinding against you like some sort of desperate animal, he feels pathetic but he can’t stop.

You can feel his prick against your stomach as he continues to grind against you. Taking a small vial from his bedside table, pouring some onto your fingers, you take his prick into your hand, it’s bigger than you’d expected.

He’s moaning into your mouth just from the small touch “mm you’re so desperate aren’t you?”

“Fuck off” he growls

“Fine guess I’ll just stop then” you remove your hand, sure you hear a small whimper from the loss.

“Not what I fuckin’ meant”

“Well you better be careful with what you say, don’t want me to get the wrong idea”

“Just fuckin’ get on with it” he grumbles

“Ask nicely” you demand, laughing internally at the scowl he gives you in return, that man thinks he’s so intimidating, but he never has been to you.

“I’m not-“

“Ask nicely, or I’ll go” you don’t think you actually would at this point but it would be nice to see him be polite to you just once in his life

“Please” he says through gritted teeth

“Good boy” you praise, delighting when you see a dusting of blush on his cheeks, so he likes praise, you shouldn’t be surprised really.

You can feel him shiver as you move your hand up and down his length, enjoying the weight in your palm. You trail kisses down his neck, brushing along the swallow tattoo before sucking on the gentle skin above his collarbone.

Izzy hadn’t felt this good in so long, he told himself it was nothing to do with you, nothing to do with the way you touch him, or kiss his neck as if he was something precious. No, it had just been a while since he’d had another person’s touch, he’s just extra sensitive that’s all.

Your touch was firm but with a gentleness he hadn’t expected but appreciates nonetheless, you weren’t rushing just to get it over with. You were taking your time as if you actually cared about his pleasure, but he must be mistaken, he knows you only view this as a quick exchange, one that neither of you will mention again.

Before he even knows what’s happening, you’re manoeuvring him off your lap and laying him on his back. “I want you inside me Izzy, is that what you want too?” you purr, sending a rush of heat through him, he finds himself nodding eagerly.

“Good” he watches as you lower yourself “Izzy you feel so good” he can feel his face getting warmer at your praise, what is wrong with him.

As if you know what effect it’s having on him, you continue to praise him “you’re doing so well Izzy, you feel so good” he’s getting close just from the praise alone, he feels pathetic, but also, he feels good, better than he’s felt in a long time.

With a couple more shifts of your hips, he releases inside you, collapsing into the mattress as intense pleasure courses through him. Barely noticing as you reach your own orgasm, collapsing beside him in your own haze of pleasure.

When he eventually comes back to himself, he feels good, more than good even, but he also feels a little disappointed, he knows that when he opens his eyes you’ll be gone. He should feel relieved, you’ve both got out of this what you wanted and now you can just go back to your lives. So why does part of him wish you’d stayed, wished that for once that someone had stayed, but more importantly that that person was you.

He almost yelps when he hears rustling in his room, opening his eyes to find you standing there in your underwear holding a cloth, you freeze as if he had caught you doing something wrong. “Sorry I just thought maybe you’d like to clean up, but I’ll go” dropping the cloth on the desk beside you and heading for the door.

But Izzy catches you both by surprise “It’s fine” he wants to say so much more, that he’s glad you’re still here, that the fact you care enough about him to want to clean him up is thawing his cold heart, but he can’t get any more words out.

Luckily those two words are enough for you, he watches with a small smile on his lips as you retrieve the cloth and gently clean him up. As you place the cloth back on the desk, he’s worried you’ll leave again, a small “stay?” manages to pass his lips, part question, part plea. Now he knows what it’s like to have something, he’s scared to let it go in case he never has it again.

You nod, climbing in wordlessly beside him, trying to keep a small distance between you despite the small size of the bed, as if you’re still scared he’ll chuck you out despite him being the one to invite you. He counts to sixty trying to find the courage to hold you like you deserve, it’s purely selfish really, a deep need to feel you in his arms.

Slowly wrapping his arms around you, giving you the chance to pull away if you please, but you don’t, you lean into the warmth, his chest now flush with your back. In that moment you both knew this wouldn’t be a one time thing.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

slash and femreader get high and slash brings her to band practise but they dont do much and end up doing it on the couch in front of everyone else

A/n: read for bitchy Slash at the end 😘

Warnings: smut, use of drugs (heavily implied, it doesn’t show them being used), voyeurism, riding, angry Axl (he throws a cereal box), whiny Slash, squirting, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

“Oh, I’m so sorry for wanting to get my fucking work done!” Axl yelled, throwing a box of cereal across the room. It hit the wall and spilled everywhere.

“Oh, cmon man, that was, like, expensive.” Slash mumbled.

Guns was living in the storage unit behind Sunset at the time, occasionally crashing on girlfriends couches. Slash was currently living with you and he thought it would be a good idea to get high before going to band practice.

You thought he was stupid, you still did, but weed was weed, and Slash had good weed.

You were leaning against him on the makeshift bed, giggling as Axl yelled. He was pissed, rightfully so, his guitarist was high as a kite and couldn’t keep his hands off his girlfriend, who was equally as high.

Axl glared at him and took a several threatening strides over until he was towering over the both you. “I swear to god, if you don’t get your fucking shit together-!” He paused, thinking of something. “I’ll fuck your girl and make you fucking watch.”

Slash thought about for a good long few minutes before smiling widely and giggling himself. “You could watch.” He said, hands moving with more need now as he tried to get your clothes off.

Axl groaned and stormed out, officially done with the band for the day, the rest didn’t mind and kept coming up with new jams.

It took a lot of fumbling but you ended up naked, Slash didn’t bother much with his own clothes, he got you in his lap and on his cock, it was good enough with his jeans pushed halfway down his thighs.

Izzy and Duff were still working on something but it was hard enough without their lead guitarist, not to mention Steven had stopped drumming, staring wide eyed and slack jawed as your cunt took Slash in, glistening from the light hanging from the ceiling.

You leaned into Slash, your back against his chest and giving the guys a perfect view of you with your legs spread, knees hooked over Slash’s thighs.

Slash was doing his best, arms wrapped around you and rolling his hips up into yours, granted it worked, but he got horny when he was high, more so than normal and he was already bad when he was sober. It took longer for him to start crying, usually by the third or fourth orgasm, but he was barely bringing himself to one.

He was whining in your ear, asking you to help, to do something, but what he was doing was working for you, his crying only aided in your little ride.

“Come on, that’s just mean.” Duff said, looking over the both of you, seeing Slash hide his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’re torturing the poor guy.” Izzy said with a laugh.

“Do you wanna help?” You asked, words slurred and mumbled. You brought your hand to Slash’s head, running your fingers through his hair, encouraging him to keep going even if you could feel him pulsing inside you. You couldn’t see it, but if you had to take a guess his dick was a bright red and aching for release.

“I’ll help you!” Steven chimed, eagerly getting up from his seat behind his drums and coming over to you. Slash was crying, begging you not to let him touch you, you had fun teasing him but you loved him before anything.

Steven kneeled in front of you but you stopped him, pushing on his chest with your foot. He couldn’t care less, he got a front row seat and that’s all he could focus on, your hole taking Slash so good.

The guitarist calloused hand came down to rub your clit, knowing when you came your walls would flutter around him so deliciously, squeezing him just right and he’d get to cum.

Unfortunately for him you knew exactly what he was doing. You let him tie the knot in your gut, a ball of heat ready to snap but as it came undone you stood up, standing barely an inch from Stevens face which was soon drenched as you squirted on him.

Slash lurched as you pulled away from him, weakly tugging at your hips as you touched yourself, knees buckling under you.

Steven was completely caught off guard but could only smile as he felt you going down his throat, Duff and Izzy watching not far away either in awe and envy.

You sat back down, flopping onto the couch beside Slash and relishing in the scene you’d just created, Slash’s soft sobs and bitchy whined music to your ears and helping you fall asleep.

[unknownperson246]

a/n: I really wanted a age gap that y/n is 18 and izzy is older than her, he is coming back from a gig and he is completely wasted, soaked in sweat, but he puts his tiredness aside when she starts to provoke him. i wanted him to be very rough and give in to his primal instincts, but in the end be sweet to her and take care of her knowing she is very insecure and i want him to praise her, i really wanted big dominance and daddykink, swearing at her and dirty talk, praise kink and i wanted it to be like she was his little secret, something that no one of them wanted people to know of

I went wild with writing this fic 😭. Sorry if it seems a bit too much.

Modern Izzy: Our Little Secret

Words: 1,258

warnings: *smut* *fluff* *P in V* *Age gap* *Dirty talk* *Praise kink* *Daddy kink* *Izzy dominates reader* *Breeding Kink* *Bleeding* *Izzy cusses at reader* *cussing* *Virgin Role Play* *Aftercare* *Aggressive and Rough*

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You were Izzy’s 18-year-old girlfriend. Your relationship was secret. You both promised each other not to tell anyone about the two of you. You told him that it’d be “Our little secret”. You were soon to be his wife. Izzy was 62 but you didn’t mind the 44-year-old age gap and neither did he. You found it sexy that Izzy was older than you. He was the first older man you were with. You were planning to stay with him forever. Something about him just made you thirsty. His fashion sense with the suits and hats he wears made you feel so excited. He was more mature than most younger men and that is what turned you on. You were sitting in bed when Izzy came home to you covered in sweat from his reunion concert with his old band Guns N Roses. It has been a while since you and Izzy did it. You wanted to role play as a virgin tonight. He looked like he was going to collapse from fatigue. He put his tiredness away feeling energetic with adrenaline still rushing through his body from playing his guitar in front of thousands of people who were cheering them on. 

“Daddy?” You say to Izzy randomly. 

He looked up at you with tired eyes but once he saw your bare body he put it aside for you. He started to go feral seeing his young girlfriend. Once you called him daddy he knew what you wanted.

“Come and fuck me I’m still a virgin Daddy.” You smile at him while pointing at your pussy that was out for him to see.

Izzy came closer to you. He just hovered over you staring at your tits and pussy.

“Come on Daddy. Or are you just a tired old man who is wrinkly?. It looks like you don't have the ability to have good sex.” You laugh in his face. 

You watched the bulge underneath his pants grow. His cock pulsed with hardness for you. You provoked him. You were pulling at his nerves. He didn't usually get angry like this but since you were naked putting yourself out there for him he went wild for you. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” He spat on your face.

“You're so hard Daddy,” You say as you see his hardness take over him

“You're just a fucking needy whore aren't you?” He asked.

“Daddy. You know I am. I love you and your sweet dick.” You said chuckling. 

Izzy's primal instincts take over. “I love when you pretend to be a virgin” he chuckles, getting ready to undo his belt. He unbuttoned his shirt before he dealt with his pants. 

He throws the belt onto the side of the floor. He gets on top of you on the bed. You grab your and Izzy's pillow to help support your elbows when he fucked you. “You know what to do,” He said aggressively.

You got on your hands and your knees on the bed. He got behind you and grabbed his cock. He put it at your entrance and you felt shivers go down your spine. You felt him trying to shove his enlarged dick inside of you. He couldn't fit it in your tight hole.

“Daddy, it won't fit. It hurts” You whine.

“You can take it like a good girl,” He said as he finally managed to shove the tip of his dick inside of you. Soon you felt him slide into you. You felt his full length. You wanted his balls to crush your pussy.

“Daddy. I am letting you take my virginity” You say seductively.

“Let Daddy take it” He smirked, petting your hair.

 Soon you felt him thrusting deep inside of you. He was very aggressive with each thrust. He felt his hands holding hips to hold you up. You felt the front of his body leaning on your back more and more with each thrust. You could feel the smooth friction. Each thrust just got harsher. A strong scent of his cologne came from his pillow and you almost melted into the bed. Your body wanted to give up but your mind told you to stay up in the position on the bed. His hands occasionally moved up to your tits. He gave them a nice squeeze once in a while. “Daddy please fuck a baby into me. Fuck me like the little needy whore you know I am.” You moan grabbing at the bedsheet's.

“Not yet you needy fucking bitch. Just a bit longer. Almost there.” He grunted. 

You loved it when he cussed at you. He loved seeing you like this all needy for him. He loved cursing at you to put him at ease. You were obsessed with trying to get him to have a baby with you. He didn't want kids but your breeding kink was always on when you were fucked by him. He still had heavy lust in his eyes for you. You kept moving forward each time he thrust into your tight hole that barely had any space for his huge and long dick. You felt his breathing get harder as he kept shoving his huge erection inside of you. “Stay still bitch. Or else you won’t be called a good girl anymore.” He spat.

You stayed still for your boyfriend to keep doing his work. 

“Daddy I am gonna come.” You moan trying to scratch at his pillow. 

“Shhh, your my little secret. My good little girl” He groaned trying to quiet you down so the neighbors couldn't hear the both of you.

From that point, you kept all your cries, moans, and sighs quiet. You could feel him pounding your pussy which was quivering for his attention. He moaned and groaned quietly as he kept going full speed on your pussy. You felt that your pussy was going to rip soon from the friction of his huge dick but you didn't care as long as you could feel him pounding you from the inside like the needy whore you were.

“Almost there” He moaned as you felt him dump his wet load into you.

 You felt his jets of come coat your womb. You felt his come coat your wet folds. In return, you came on his cock. You felt both of your orgasms travel down your thighs. Once Izzy pulled out of you saw his cock was glistening and it returned down to its normal size. You saw small strings of blood from how aggressive he was. He got up from the bed and saw the blood on his cock and on the strings of come flowing down your thighs.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked. 

His demeanor was different from how it was when he was fucking you. “Yeah, I’m fine Izzy. I guess we took the virgin role play a little too seriously.” You chuckle as you get up from the bed. 

You clean the excess come that had flowed down your thighs with a wet napkin you had on the side table. You noticed he wasn't putting on his clothes. You felt his hands on your body. He picked you up bridal style and took you into the bathroom with him. You and Izzy took a shower together. He took care of you after the intense sex you both had.

“My tits hurt,” You say looking at the hand print Izzy had left.

“Sorry sweetheart.” He apologized while the both of you were in the shower rinsing off all the dirt from your bodies.

[thesmokingguns]

Just because you're lonely doesn't mean you should summon demons.

Izzy held the worn leather book in his hand, fingers dancing over the lines in it as he rubbed at his eyes, trying to make sense of the nonsense.

He had no idea how this book had gotten into his bag. One second he was walking around a bookstore, trying to come down from his high and the next second he was in the hotel room he was staying at in New York trying to read whatever this weird book was.

A drawing of a pentagram was in the book and what looked like lines, as if it was a song was there.

He had been in a little bit of a rut with writing music lately. Maybe this was something he was hallucinating and he could use it to be creative.

Which was why he was using eyeliner he had stolen from Duff to draw a pentagram on the white marble floor of the hotel bathroom. His acoustic guitar in his hands as he sat on the floor in only a pair of jeans, unbuttoned.

Licking his dry lips he strummed the chords, humming along to the chant as he spoke the words in a whisper, making it up into the next song for an album.

His eyes closed as he hummed it in his head.

"What in the Gods? I know Lillith was a poor sport about poker games but sending me to Earth is taking it to far." Izzy's eyes opened as he looked at the creature in front of him.

Pale skin and inky black hair, short little horns of onyx coming from her forehead. Her long black hair danced around her naked body, ending at the curve of her hips. Her fingers looked like they were covered in soot, black claw like nails at the tip of them, one which was now pointed at the guitarist.

"You've already sold your soul for your talent, mortal. What business do you have bringing me from the games of hell to this human prison?" Izzy blinked, unsure of what to say to her.

How had this happened?

Was he this fucked up?

Was he this lonely that he was imagining a gorgeous demon creature in his room?

"I couldn't sleep."

It sounded dumb and the way she pinched between her eyes at her nose, like she couldn't believe the stupidity that was coming from his mouth made him feel terrible.

She let out a sigh, her breasts bouncing as she exhaled, shaking her head at him.

The demoness was gorgeous, small tits with pretty pale tips, wider apple shaped hips. A body that was made to be worshiped. Something that she was more than aware of.

"You can not summon Satans favorites to read you bedtime stories, you fool. What did you want? Me to tuck you in and give you a little snuggle?" She sneered at him as he blinked.

He had wanted her to cure his writers block but he was oddly hard right now and wouldn't mind if she brought him to bed.

He shrugged his shoulders at her and teh demoness shook her head.

"Okay mortal man, lets get you tucked into bed. I have to go back to hell soon. When you come there when it is your time I'll torture you for disturbing my time. But for now, lets get you to sleep." She didn't walk, instead wings came out and she rose off the ground, moving around him to the room.

Her wings were soft, leather like. An angel bat.

She smelled like smoke and scotch as she tucked him into bed, pushing his hair from his eyes.

"That's a good little mortal man. Sleep tight, Jeffrey. We will meet again soon."

[18catsreading]

Brennan: so with your wits, you've stashed the shadow falcon protocol -- the real ine -- deep in your gear. The fake us lifted up as you are arrested, and the fake one is crushed. You feel your leg becoming warm.

Rehka: uh oh

Brennan: you turn around. Completely naked, is Carter Haldwell. He can't stop pissing.

Rehka: and he pissed on me?

Brennan: he literally can't stop pissing.

Alex: where's the water coming from?

Izzy: *quietly dying*

Brennan: He grabs you, pulls you close, and goes [as Haldwell]: what the fuck did you do to me?

Rehka/Usha/G13: there is a thing as being too hydrated. Well -- he said "what did you do to me?"

Brennan/Haldwell: what did you do to me? I've been pissing gallons. I can't stop. It doesn:t even make sense. There's not enough piss in me!

Rehka/Usha/G13: I'm just making you as uncomfortable as i always am.

Brennan/Haldwell: oh, shit. I'm sorry.

Usha/G13: no, i don't have incontinence.

Brennan/Haldwell: get this freak in jail!!

Brennan: so, I think the shadow falcon protocol and the badge, where would you hide them in a place where they could not find them?

Jacob: Oh! We don't need you to say it for us!

Izzy: *overlapping with Jacob, same energy*

Brennan: Straight-up, Usha, where are they?

Alex: as this is happening, can Kingskin calmly walk up towards G13 and go--

Brennan: yeah

Alex/Kingskin: Gentlemen, i'm sure this is a situation that a little paper could --

Ally: you have that? You have that ability?

Alex: I have Wealthy. I have: Spend a turbo token to ease a bad situation with cash.

Brennan: hell yea

Alex/Kingskin: it seems like a very bad situation, but I just, you know, hand him a stack and a handshake, see what happens.

Brennan: hell yes, uh, you have him a stack. You give this naked pissing FBI agent a stack of cash.

Alex: that's who i give it to?

Brennan: he is the agent in charge. He is in charge.

Alex/Kingskin: Gentlemen.

Brennan: you see he looks at it and goes [as Haldwell]: a little donation to the Bureau, Kingskin?

Alex/Kingskin: hey, use it however you'd like. Maybe for that missing finger.

Brennan/Haldwell: yeah. Yeah, I lost my finger, and I can't stop pissing.

Rehka: never stop pissing

Brennan: and you see he goes [as Haldwell]: all right, boys. No need to arrest these two. Looks like they've volunteered to come downtown and have a little talk with the Bureau about what the fuck the Empresario was doing here at G&G Industries. Isn't that right, G13? *Pulls them close menacingly*

Rehka/G13: spits

Brennan/Haldwell: ow!

Jacob: a thick loogie

Rehka: it was a kidney stone

Ally: ow!

Brennan: he goes [as Haldwell]: Get them downtown. They're cooperating, aren't they?

Brennan: and you see one of the agents leans over and goes [as Agent]: Agent Haldwell you need to go to the hospital right now.

Brennan: And he turns around and says [as Haldwell]: never tell me what to do again.

Brennan: and he goes [As Agent]: no, you ... its the whole ... Its the floor of the warehouse. Its spreading. Its like 30 feet in all directions.

[As Brennan]: and he goes [as Haldwell]: don't you think I know that, you fucking idiot? All right, get them downtown, and get me a shirt and tie! Don't get me pants!

Brennan: and he storms out of there. And the agents don't handcuff you but begin to lead you to a black town car to get you down to the Bureau to talk to them.