#izzy are you naked IZZY WHAT THE FUCK

[lovesickshanties]

Our Flag Means Death Season 2 | Official Teaser | Max

[aurorawritestoescape]

Vacation with Step-dad and uncle 🫠 (they think no one will notice them staring 😉)

I WANT THAT I NEED THAT OK??!😩

Here’s what I’m thinking.. Stepdad Tommy throws glances at you here and there at the beach, trying not to be obvious while checking you out. It’s definitely hard for the guy, bc you’re wearing the skimpiest bikini you could find. Of course you chose it to drive your stepdad crazy and your plan is working great. To poor Tommy’s distress, he pops a boner as soon as you walk out of the ocean almost naked and wet. He excuses himself and hurries to the suite (his and your mother’s) to jack off, thinking of his hot stepdaughter.

Now step-uncle Joel. That mf STARES at you, he gives no fucks if anyone notices him undressing his step niece in his mind. Tbh, not much undressing is needed, so he imagines pulling you onto his lap and making you ride him. He shamelessly adjusts his big bulge, tenting his slutty shorts, and when you notice it together with his dark eyes fixed on your body, you scrunch your pretty nose, feigning disgust, but secretly get wet from the attention of this hot perv.

THANK YOU for the sexy moodboard and the thots, Izzy!🫂😘💖 ILY!

Bad Blood masterlist

[izzyy-stuff]

Hi! Can I please request txt reaction to catching you masturbating for your 300 bash? I love your work!

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

TXT x fem!reader

wc 0.6k

warnings masturbation, toys used, pet names, established relationship except for Taehyun's, bsf!Taehyun, degrading in Taehyun's, squirting in Kai's, fingering + plushie humping in Kai's

↪ izzy speaks... don't have much to add except for the fact I miss soob :((

event post | event masterlist

YEONJUN runs his fingers through his dark hair, stepping inside your shared apartment after the long day. Dancing was fun but tiring. He couldn’t wait to cook dinner with you and relax on the couch with a cozy movie. However, his plans change as his eyes land on your figure. Your legs spread apart, one of your hands cupping your breast while the other works on your clit. You moan at the sensation from the vibrator in your pussy, your eyes closed shut. He watches with a smirk for a minute, slowly walking closer to you. You open your eyes only when his hands rest on your knees, holding your legs apart. “Looks like someone missed me today.” 

SOOBIN takes a bit to realize what he just saw. He just wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay when you ran away so fast from the dinner table, but he definitely didn’t expect the reason for your absence to be this. “Binnie, come back in,” you whine from behind the door, making him snap out of his thoughts. He opens the bathroom door again, swallowing a lump in his throat as he closes the door behind himself, his eyes glued to your fingers fucking your pussy. “Everyone’s waiting for us,” he reminds you, but you shake your head. “You’re too hot. Need you,” you say, the puppy eyes you give him while still pleasuring yourself, making him hard. 

BEOMGYU was so cocky when he saw you bouncing up and down on a dildo, leaning at the door frame, admiring your naked figure. “Having fun without me? Princess couldn’t wait for me to wake up, huh?” He teases, making your eyes widen when you notice him. You want to stop and hide from embarrassment, but you can’t. Your body doesn’t want to stop. You’re so close, just a bit more, and then you can run away and hide from him, you tell yourself. He scoffs when your fingers find their way to your clit, massaging it to help you finish. But as much as he wants to tease you, he can’t stop himself from getting hard when you reach your orgasm, moaning out his name as you cum all over the plastic dildo. 

TAEHYUN shakes his head at you as if he is disappointed. But you notice the bulge in his pants, moaning his name. That much is enough for him, honestly. He doesn’t need to know why you’re in his bed, fucking yourself. All he needs is to hear more of your pretty moans. He unzips his pants, pulling them to his knees along with his boxers in one swift motion, making you clench around your fingers when you see his hard cock. “You’re nasty,” he scoffs, slowly jerking himself off as he walks closer to you. “Just a slut, aren’t you?” He opens your legs properly, taking a better look at your exposed cunt. “Fuck.”

HUENING’s eyes widen when he sees you in your shared bed, his favorite teddy bear between your legs. “Baby,” he speaks softly to let you know he’s in the room. You squeeze the bed sheets under yourself, unable to stop. A whine escapes your lips along with your boyfriend’s name, making his dick twitch. “I’m here, baby,” he coos, walking up to you. He lets you ride his plushie, cupping your breast and softly brushing over your nipples. “Want me to help?” You nod, almost desperately, and his fingers find your clit, playing with it for a second before he moves lower, pushing his two fingers into your pussy. “You’re so pretty,” he praises, kissing your lips as he fingers you. It doesn’t take much longer for him to bring you to your orgasm, and you end up squirting all over his favorite teddy bear, mumbling apologies while you try to catch up on your breath.

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[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.

[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?

[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?!"

[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.

[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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[aurorawritestoescape]

Bad Blood or just regular Tommy? 🤭

Could be both but that teasing is totally Angel’s move😏

Just some thots, 18+ mdni smut

Tommy chuckles when you playfully ruffle his curls and tickle his ear with your foot. He tries to catch it, not looking back, but you yank it away too fast and giggle. You’re hiding from the Texas sun in the back seat, almost lying down, and your body temperature is rising but not only for the heat outside.

“Daddyyyyy!”

“Jus’ a few minutes, sweetheart. We’ll be home soon.”

“But I want you nowww!” Your whiny voice is full of need and when Tommy tears his eyes away from the road for a second and glances back, a quiet curse falls from his lips.

“Fuck, baby…”

“What?! I’m too horny!” you reply while your hand is playing with your naked pussy, the skirt of your summer dress bunched up around your waist. “If you can’t help me, I’ll deal with it by—ahh—myself,” you moan mid sentence and Tommy growls as his big hand flies to adjust the growing bulge in his jeans.

You smirk in triumph when he pulls over at the side of the road and a few moments later he covers your body with his, ready to satiate his and most importantly your need.

*****

Thank you for the picture, Izzy😍😘❤️

Bad Blood Masterlist

[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.

[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.

[goayda]

There has been an idea running free in my mind since I saw episode 2x07 yesterday that really makes me wish I was a better writer so I could write a proper fic with it, but bear with me, please. What if...

What if Stede and Izzy have sex after Ed left because, well, Stede is free to be with other people, right? And there is some fondness now there, equally mixed with some fun bickering and teasing, and they really understand each other and the heartbreak that comes with loving Edwar Teach. And you add a lot of rum and some lingering touches and well, things happen, right?

And when Stede wakes up the next morning with a bit of a hungover and sees a naked Izzy sleeping next to him, he feels so happy and he can't stop staring at Izzy and how relaxed he looks in the morning light, but then... then he starts overthinking it, of course. What if he was too fast again? What if he is TooMuch and Izzy finds it annoying? What if it was supposed to be just a one time thing? He doesn't want it to be just that, but he doesn't want to make it weird!

So when Izzy wakes up, Stede tries to play it 'cool', aiming for nonchalant and totally missing, looking more like 'totally indifferent'. And Izzy, who has been getting better at the whole 'feelings and stuff' thing, but has still a lot to learn, well, he tries to go on with his life and goes back to work because it was a good fuck and that was all, wasn't it? What else was he expecting, really? It is not as if Stede was going to start holding his hand or anything, not that Izzy wanted that anyway, because that ridiculous softness is not for pirates like himself... right?

So things get weird, of course. And the crew notices because they are not blind. Stede keeps trying to play it cool and avoids touching Izzy at all costs even though he really wants to and Izzy tries to avoid Stede claiming to be 'just busy' and having work to do 'somewhere else', but it is painful for both of them.

And surprisingly, it's Izzy the one who eventually tries to talk about that night with Stede, trying to tell him that it meant something to him, but he doesn't really know what words to use or how to explain 'feelings' and it really frustrates him. And Stede sees Izzy's frown and annoyed look and thinks that Izzy regrets that night and then doubles down on the casually indifferent pose. Which convinces Izzy that, no, Stede is not interested at all in him. Obviously.

And while this painful mess of a conversation is happening, the whole crew has managed to shamelessly gather around to listen to it and they are witnessing that trainwreck of a conversation looking like the people in that scene from the IT Crowd:

(that's not the end, though, everything gets better after a bit more angst and some help from the crew, but it's late and I think I have to leave it here now)

(but there is a lot of soft kissing in the end, so just you know)