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he-goes-down · 1 year ago

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Wild Child -smut

Anon req (MY FIRST AAAAAHHH) fem reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Duff x reader x Izzy

Warnings: threesome, unprotected p in v, oral F! Receiving, double penetration.

None edited, written on a phone in the middle of the night 😘

IF YOU DIDNT CATCH THE DRIFT THIS IS A SMUT

Second person pov:

The party was already going on strong, people were making out left right and centre, as-well as drinking and then throwing up left right and centre. This was one of the parties of Axl’s friends, you didn’t know him but it didn’t really matter. It wasn’t actually Axl that told you to come, but Duff and Izzy on two different days. Duff and Izzy always fought for your attention, you weren’t all that oblivious about it, you kinda enjoyed two hot guys fighting over you. You didn’t have a favourite, you loved them both, they were both so gorgeous and hot in their own way. Izzy being more mysterious and dark like a vampire, and Duff being more tall, sweet and probably had a secret rough side to him. You had decided to agree to both their requests on coming but came alone as to not add more tension.

You were sat down on the floor in a circle with other people playing spin the bottle. But a little more spicy. You were wearing a short black dress that showed a lot of skin, especially your chest, legs and sides as the dress was two pieces of fabric tied together elegantly on your sides. Izzy and Duff who were sitting across for you couldn’t stop starting at you. Both of them thinking about unspeakable things. The empty beer bottle was spun, everyone starring anxiously. It landed on one of the blonde girls sitting close to you. Another spin. Landing on the brown haired man next to her. Some guy took out a hat and rummaged through it and picked put a piece of paper, “Oooooh, seven minutes in heaven.” He exclaimed. They both got up and headed to the nearest closet. Soon the bottle was spun again, this time landing on Steven who sat next to you, you sighed nervously as it was very close to picking you, then the bottle landed on a girl who was a person away from Izzy. “Blowjob!! Whoo!!” The man picked out the piece of paper from the hat enthusiastically. Steven and the girl went off to a couch somewhere in the distance to do their business. This time the bottle was spun and landed directly onto you. You were feeling hot and excited. A-lot of the guys around were long haired and fine. Izzy and Duff on the other-side were both crossing their fingers behind their backs, and their hearts racing at a unimaginable pace. They’d do anything to just touch you and see you in private. The bottle was spun again, this time it felt so slow and yet so fast. Spin. Spin. Spin. Round. Round and round. The sound of the glass clanking on the floor was the only sound that played in your ears. The bottle had stopped spinning. Landing right in between Duff and Izzy. No more to the right, no more to the left. Just straight in the middle. “Seems like this is gonna be a three person job. Aren’t you lucky hun?” The guy smirked and began to dug into the hat once more. Your face was burning hot. ‘Shit.’ You didn’t even want to look at them at this point, if you did they would be starring straight at you in lust or starring at each other with rage.

The paper was finally taken out of the hat. “A Fuck.” The guy said and following with an over enthusiastic and dramatic ‘oooo’ at the end. Fuck your cheeks were red hot. You glanced up to look at Duff and Izzy, they were watching you with drunken lust. You were drunk too, your mind already foggy but now looking at the hot men across from you made it even more foggy with desire. This was secretly your dream, and you were gonna take it. “Can she not just choose one?” Both Duff and Izzy said in unison then starred each-other down after asking the question to the man. “Nope. Rules are rules. Have fun!” He said and two other guys lead the three of you to vacant bedroom.

It was quiet. But Duff broke the silence. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” He said sincerely. “Yeah, it can just be us two.” Izzy said jokingly. But he meant it. Izzy was about to say something more but you interrupted him by quickly kissing him passionately and throwing your arms around his neck, he was surprised but kissed back with aggression and desire. Before he could slip his tongue in, you retracted your lips from him, panting. “Just fuck me already.” You said looking at Duff then back to Izzy. “Fuck” they both groaned in horniness at your words that they’d fantasised about, and it was on.

Soon both of them were just in their underwear, watching you as you slowly stripped off your clothes. Teasing them. Their hard ons were getting harder and more visible by the second of you shedding off your clothes and lastly being stood their in your red lace underwear set. They were going to explode in anticipation. Izzy had enough and pushed you onto the bed, taking off your panties in a flash. Kissing up your inner thighs, getting closer to your soaking core. Meanwhile Duff laid next to you, one arm slumped over your stomach holding your waist. Kissing softly from your jaw to your neck, to your collarbone, shedding off the straps of your bra from your shoulders and began kissing and sucking your exposed cleavage.

You moaned and gasped loudly as Izzy kissed your clit, licking up your folds and stuck his tongue in your wet pussy. “You sound so beautiful…” Duff sighed lustfully, before going to leave another dark purple love bite on your breast. His one hand rubbing up and down your waist, holding onto your soft skin. The other hand intwined with yours as he pins your arm to the bed. Izzy’s hands were harshly holding onto your thighs as he dug his tongue into you, his whole face pushed against your hear, his big nose teasing your clit, making your head spin in ecstasy. You arched your back and moaned, Izzy groaned in response of the sweet sound of him finally pleasing you, the vibrations sent shocks through your pussy and up your spine. Duff unhooked your bra, throwing it to the side and started to suck your nipples. Spinning his tongue around the sensitive bud, which sent a tingling feeling down to your already over stimulated heat. Izzy was going wild on your clit, sucking, licking, flicking and pressing hard against it with his tongue. “Fuck!” You moaned. Your one free hand was grabbing and tangled in Izzy’s black hair, lightly pushing his head further down onto you. Another loud moan and whine. “I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck…” you moaned as your legs began to shake. You heard and felt the vibrations of a muffled ‘cum’ command from Izzy as he continued to eat you out like it was his last meal on earth. Duff held onto your waist tighter as you shook, whispering dirty words in your ear, somehow making you wetter than before. You felt a tingly pressurised feeling in the bottom of your stomach. Growing more and more as you were reaching your climax. You clutched harshly onto Izzy hair and Duff’s hand. “Fuck!” You moaned as you came all over Izzy’s mouth and shook in the two mens grasp.

Izzy detached his face from your pussy, his lustful hazel eyes looking up at you, your slick dripping down to his chin from his mouth. He licked his lips and wiped the bottom half of his face before crawling over you and kissing you. You could taste yourself on his lips. Duff lightly pushed him off you and kissed your cheek. His face now the only thing in view. He didn’t care or even notice that Izzy was giving him a stare that looked like he was going to commit a murder. “What do you want now sweetheart?” Duff asked softly, still filled with desire. “I need you.” You said bluntly, your head was still slightly foggy from your first orgasm of the night. “What do you need from me?” He tilted his head slightly, his hand now trailing down from your waist to your hips, his thumb doing circles around the skin. “I need both of you, in me. Please.” You pleaded in a whine. They didn’t care at this point, they waited to long to have you to care about someone else being there.

You sat on the edge of the bed, intently watching as the two men were taking off their underwear. Both dicks bounced slightly as they came out of the restrictive underwear. Hard, big, dripping with precum. Your pussy throbbing and physically hurting at the empty space that now needed to be filled by them. Their dicks were both big, way above average, Duff’s was a little longer than Izzy’s but Izzy’s was thicker. You were too busy in a heated and drooling daydream to realise that Duff was in front of you, his 6’3 figure leaning down slightly. He took you by the hips, then moving to your ass, picking you up like you weighed absolutely nothing. Your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck, his hands now on the curve of your waist. You were getting heated at the skin to skin contact that was happening, and his hard dick resting on your wet cunt. Duff rested his back on one of the walls of the room, for support, to fuck you at the right angle. Izzy came up behind you, his dick now against your ass, his hands resting on your hips, and kissing your neck. He was so ready to do the most unspeakable things to you. “What about condoms?” Duff asked as he just remembered. Fuck, you didn’t care, you wanted them to fill you and leave you dripping and their cum running down your legs, unable to walk. “I don’t care. Just fuck me.” You spoke. It made both of their minds spin, that was so fucking hot.

“Ready baby?” Izzy asked, his hot breathe against your ear, tingling down your spine. “Mhm.” You responded biting your lip and nodding. Your breath shaky, waiting in anticipation for him to fill you. He held tightly onto your hips. You whined as he slowly entered your pussy. You laid your face in the crook of Duff’s neck as you moaned at the feeling of Izzy stretching you out. Izzy’s head flung back in pleasure as he felt you clench around him as he bottomed you out. You felt hot and antsy already, god you needed to be fucked till day break. Izzy soon pulled out, not all the way, and thrusted back into you lightly. “Fuck…” he huffed lowly. “So fucking tight…” he groaned softly to himself as he stayed in position. “You okay baby?” Duff asked sincerely, his green eyes starring into yours. “Yeah…” you let out a pleasure filled sigh. “Are you ready?” He asked. You nodded. You leaned back a bit against Izzy’s chest as Duff’s tip was grazing against your already filled hole. “Go slow.” Izzy told him. “If he hurts you I’ll beat him.” Izzy whispered in your ear light heartedly. You gave a small smile in response. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” Duff said. You nodded again. You exhaled deeply as Duff pushed into you, going slowly and carefully. You felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Duff stopped, “Shit, are you okay?” He asked in worry. “Please just keep going” You whined. The tears were of pain and pleasure. Meanwhile Izzy’s hand snaked around and his two fingers began to rub on your clit. Now easing the pain of your pussy being stretched to it’s limits. Izzy also began leaving big hickeys on your neck, which relieved more of the pain. Duff panted and lowly groaned at the little space he was squeezed in. Swore he could cum just at this moment. His skin finally met yours and his tip reached the end. You moaned at this fantasy feeling of both of them being in you. Duff soon did the same as Izzy and did one thrust into you. The back of your head now rested on Izzy’s shoulder as you moaned loudly, while Duff hit your g spot and Izzy touched you in the right place.

After a few minutes of grunts and groans and them cockwarming inside of you, you were ready to be railed by them and you told them. Duff began to slowing thrust in and out of you, hitting your g spot. Soon as you were ready Izzy joined, but thrusting one second behind Duff’s rhythm. It was double the amount of skin against skin slapping that echoed through out the room. “Oh god!” You let out a moan which followed calling out both their names. Setting them off. Their thrusts driving faster and hitting your spots harder than before. You clawed at Duff’s back, whining and moaning in his ear, and kissing groaned as he bit harshly into your skin on your neck and his fingers working faster on your clit. “Oh fuck baby, I’m gonna cum.” Duff panted between sloppy thrusts, you could feel Izzy was too. “Cum in me!” You stuttered, slurring a bit as your brain was going foggy and everything was going numb, you were close as well. “I’m gonna-…!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before you came all over their dicks as they continued to raw dog your pussy to pieces. “ Fuck! I love you princess…” Izzy exhaled into your ear right before he spilled inside you. Duff kissed you lustfully, his tongue entering your mouth, and your two tongues dancing as he coated your insides with his cum which was now mixed with Izzy’s.

“You’re mine.” They both whispered in your ear in unison.

A/n: OMG SORRY IF THIS WAS SHIT

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thesmokingguns · 2 months ago

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Present w/ Izzy Stradlin

Minors DNI 18+ Adult themes w/ female oral '

“Spread your legs for me. That’s my good girl.” Izzy slid between my thighs, his dark hair sliding over my thighs.

A hum of appreciation left his lips as his thumb ran over the red lace of my panties. I had been trying to surprise him as a sexy Santa but as soon as he saw me in the white fur trimmed babydoll he was picking me up and headed to our bedroom.

The soft white glow of Christmas lights illuminated us and I thought about how our shadows from the light strands is my favorite Christmas decoration.

“So wet for me already, sweetheart.” His thumb slips into the mouth, tasting the wetness that had soaked through the thin material I was wearing, “Mhhh, aren’t you just the tastiest holiday treat?”

It’s borderline obscene how i sounds when his thumb comes out of his mouth and I gulp, reaching down to lace my fingers in his hair. Tugging, I try to guide him to where I want him. But Izzy turns his head, teeth biting into my thigh.

It’s hard enough that a hiss of pain comes out from my mouth and I can’t wait to see the way it looks bruised tomorrow.

“Don’t make me put you on the naughty list, sweetheart. Not after you worked so hard this year being my good girl. Are you really going to throw it away because you’re being impatient now?” The slow tease in his words, making me wait for him to finish speaking.

He knows exactly what game he is playing. Izzy knows how to drive me wild and press every single one of my buttons. He excels at it and I wish he wasn’t so good at it.

“Izzy,” His eyes sparkle and all I can think about is he’s a brat, “don’t make me wait anymore. I want you. You can see how bad I want you.”

His eyes slide down to my pussy, making a sound of agreement as he looks at the obvious need that I have for him.

“This is all for me.” His fingers hook into my panties, pulling them off and tossing them over his shoulder without looking to see where they land, “I’m ready to have my Christmas treat now.”

Before I can even tell him how he is being an absolute idiot, his tongue slides over my slick pussy lips.

A hand comes up, pulling my lips apart as the wet sound of them opening makes Izzy groan, right against where his mouth is hovering over my clit. On instinct, my hips rise searching for more of the pleasure that he is giving me.

The weight of his palm on my stomach pushes me down. Holding me against the mattress as his mouth presses harder against my pussy.

Izzy’s tongue slips over my clit. Licking up and down, flickering over my clit as my knees turn inward to hold his head exactly where I want it to be. My head tilts backwards and his lips hum over my clit. The fingers that were holding my folds apart slip away. A moment later, two fingers press into my core, stretching me as the length of his fingers work me.

It’s not a languid movement.

No.

Izzy knows what he wants from me and my body wants to give it to him.

In and out his fingers press against my walls in a near frantic pace. The tips brushing against that spot inside of me that makes my toes curl as the orgasm I want to give into fills my stomach.

He wants to be soaked in me and is working hard to achieve just that.

A flick of his tongue goes against my clit before his teeth nip at it, shocking me as I try to lift up off the bed. It’s in that moment that I give up on holding back.

The pressure from his hand on my stomach, his fingers inside me, and his mouth on the clit s the holy trinity churches area always preaching about. I give in to whatever religion he is trying to sell me as my body gives in.

I squirt, the wetness making him groan in desire as he keeps his fingers going and his mouth, messy with my come, keeps working at my clit. Licking at it like he wants to get all of me all over his tongue.

“IZZY!” It’s took much. I feel like my soul has already left my body and the sensitive ache in my pussy is making it hard to keep still. “PLEASE!” He pulls his head up, looking up at me dazed.

His fingers are still in my body. They go from that heavy pace to a softer, push and pull as my walls clench around him. With his mouth off my clit I can breathe again and use the opportunity to take several deep breaths.

He leans his head down, kissing over my stomach. Soft gentle motions like he didn’t just yank my soul out through my pussy.

“So good for me, sweetheart. Let me have another taste of you and then you can have a break. Okay? Let me just lick you up and have my fill of you. You are the one who wrapped yourself up like a pretty present and now I want to play with you. Just relax. Settle down. The nights young.” I whimper and his eyes look at mine.

Izzy’s mouth is all wet from my come. Glistening in the lights that I had asked him to help me hang a couple weeks before. He looks like a fantasy in his position and if I wasn’t so pleasure drunk and sensitive I would appreciate it more.

“If you can’t lay still, I’ll tie you up like a present again. I’ll make such pretty bows on your hands and ankles. You’ll look good enough to be put under the tree.” I swallow hard and know he is serious.

But I know I can’t sit still.

“Get the ropes.”

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ghostbustting · 7 months ago

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Hii :)

could I request smth for Izzy (gnr) where reader is one of Duff's siblings and Izzy's into her, and she's been picking up on that but thinks that it's impossible because she finds herself to be really plain/boring (not insecure per se but confused), so she kind of ignores his advances and eventually he gets really frustrated and when theyre alone he kind of bursts and tells her to just reject him out loud instead of leading him on, and then frustrated smut ensues?

😭sorry if this is overly specific

have a great day/ night! -🕸️

Finally a request for my man SHJSBSJABA🙈

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Izzy Stradlin x McKagan!Reader

Contains Smut

The coldness of a typical December’s night always had it’s way to get to me, despite being someone who would enjoy playing around in the snow all winter. Layers of sweaters is a must in this season, obviously. Though usually, in these type of situation, I’d burry myself under a whole bunch of layers of blankets, take a hot bath, or make myself something warm and comforting to drink.

This time, I decided to make a hot cup of coffee, craving that slightly bitter taste on my tongue that would warm up my throat and my stomach from all the freezing weather out there in the world.

Walking into the kitchen of my own house, I was greeted by a raven black hair, that was obviously dyed, standing in the way, a figure blocking my way from the kitchen counter, a figure that’s clearly not a part of my family.

I swear to God, I don’t remember my brother Duff being such a fucking twink, dye his blond hair into raven, and losing a few inch of his giraffe-like height.

Then it took me awhile to realize and get it in my head that the guy standing in front of me was Izzy Stradlin, one of Duff’s stupid bandmates. I sigh in relief to know Duff hadn’t gone that dumb as to go all black hair and lose what he would call his ‘chick magnet of a height’.

“Excuse me,” I say softly, rushing past Izzy in order to grab my mug from the top cabinet.

I never really found the right words to describe the Jeffrey Dean Isbell. He was.. intriguing, in a way, always had been. The first thing I noticed about him was his slightly mysterious demeanor of staying quiet most of the time with his literal monkeys and baboons of friends, including my brother obviously.

The second thing I noticed was the way he would just sit back with a cigarette casually sitting between his lips, the way he play as a rhythm guitarist in their band, the way his fingers strum those chords, the way he dresses so oddly appealing.

At first I always thought I made a bad first impression on him to the point he didn’t talk to me a lot when I was around, but lately I found myself thinking it’s a whole different reason.

Because the third thing I noticed about him is the way lately, he’d look at me up and down each time I enter the room or walk by him, he started talking to me, praising me now and then— not too subtle, but not too hidden for me to be oblivious about it. He’d throw his cigarette away when I’m nearby, knowing I’m not a smoker, he’d also mess up his guitar chords when I’m at their practices.

I’d respond with the same thing, small smiles, small chit-chat, assisting him with his guitar when one of the strings broke, making lunch for the band, my eyes meeting him when I hand his food. The little antics he’d put on whenever I’m around him starts to make me get my hopes up and think he might actually be into me.

But when I think about it again, I find it impossible. Why would he? He hung around groupies, his band’s back dancers, random club whores. And out of all those choices he just happen to be interested in me? As far as I concerned, I was plain. Boring. I dress just like all other girls, yet I always failed to make myself look as attractive as they do.

Looks aren’t really something I prioritize that much. But I can’t help but find it confusing how he acts like I’m special to him. Or perhaps he treats every other girl he’s comfortable with like this.

So with my doubt, I decided to just ignore his little shenanigans.

I start to make my coffee, stirring it till it’s completely mixed nicely. I can feel Izzy’s gaze on me as I do so, hearing a sigh from him while he stay standing there like a statue, his lips slightly parted as if words were urging to slip past them and into my ears.

There always were some sort of different vibe washing over both of us whenever it’s just us two. The clock was ticking, we were quiet yet the tension speaks loud enough for us. I try to stay quiet and keep my eyes on my coffee as I lift my mug up to my lips and take a sip.

A sigh escapes me as the freshly made coffee warms up my throat, licking up the liquid that managed to drop on my lip, a pair of eyes burns a hole at the side of my head like a magnifying glass using the power of sunlight.

Only, there is no sunlight. The reminder fills me with coldness again as I blow air into my hand and rub them together, desperate to feel heat forming in my palms. That’s when I hear his voice, “Are you feeling cold?” His voice was monotone as usual, but if you hear closely you can hear just enough genuine care in that same exact voice.

Or I was hallucinating again.

I nod my head quietly, “Mhm.” My answer came out shorter than how I would usually answer his questions or statements, not even looking up at him even though I’d always look into his eyes so deeply in our conversations.

I hear him sigh yet again, leaning against the counter next to me this time as I take another sip of my coffee. I slowly raise my head to look up at him, trying to find out what emotion he’s feeling at the moment, yet always finding it hard through his casual straight face that he wear most of the time.

“You uh.. a coffee person?”

I raise an eyebrow at his random question. It’s not the first time he did this, but it just feels so awkward this time. Looking down again and shrugging with a nod, I hum “Mhm..”

“You look lovely tonight.”

My heart stops and my cheeks turned slightly pigmented with a tint of pink. For a guy so quiet and closed most of the times, I find it flattering to hear him compliment me like this. His choice of words; “Lovely” makes my mind get dizzy. But I had to remind myself that he was probably just being nice.

With another nod and a small voice, “Thanks..” I spoke, “You—”

This time though, before I could start speaking more, he cut me off with a small groan as his hand rub his face, “Jesus, just reject me already..” He muttered under with a sigh that sounded more irritated than the previous sighs he let out.

Lifting my head up, my eyes met his green ones. He throw his head back and roll his eyes, sitting slightly on the edge of the counter. I gulped and slowly answer him, “Sorry? I don’t understand what you—”

“Oh don’t act fucking dumb.”

Taken aback by his words, I lean back and tilt my head. “Excuse me?” I scoff, raising an eyebrow at him in a way of showing the way I feel offended by his words. I have no idea what his problem is with me. At first he compliment me, and now he’s acting irritated all of a sudden?

He laughed bitterly and look at me, “This. This is what I mean.” He spoke, pushing his slightly greasy raven hair back with his fingers. There was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, as if he’s hesitant to continue his sentence, his eyes turning back down to his shoes. “You know what you’re doing. It’s not fair, you know? You- you look at me with those fucking eyes, talk to me, lead me on and at the end you—”

“What?!”

I blurted out a little too loud. My eyes widen as I almost spat out the coffee I was previously sipping on. I didn’t expect him to say that. Leading him on? How did he get that? Was I really giving that impression on him? Despite finding myself getting flustered by his antics here and there, I was never the type to flirt first. I can never bring myself to make a first move.

Izzy let out yet another shaky sigh as he ruffle up his own hair, messing it up a little. He seems oddly frustrated, a hint of uneasiness in the way he stand. “What? You clearly know I have a thing for you and- and—”

“You have WHAT?” I cut him off yet again, my eyes widening even more to the point they might pop out of their sockets. His words rang in my ears again and again, a feeling of disbelief washing over me when I realize what he said. “I.. I didn’t know..”

As conscious as I was all the time of his small gestures, I would’ve never thought my assumptions would turn out to be true. And even now, I don’t even know whether he was saying the truth or just meaningless words to me just to play me in the end like rock stars like him would typically do to any vulnerable girls that came across their way.

I took a step back and lean against the kitchen island behind me, my hand coming to rest on the edges of it as I look down and try to process the situation again, or rather trying to decide whether he was genuine or not, very careful with my decision.

He’s kind, always was. I never had a problem with him unlike Duff’s other friend that would start an argument with me every little minutes. Izzy was rather.. closed yet considerate towards me.

“You don’t believe me huh?” He started again, sighing. I look up at him, my eyes giving away the hesitance in me. Then, Izzy slowly start walking my way, sending a wave of nervousness in me when he got even closer, all the way till he’s right in front of my face, his hands besides mine on the edge the island.

With this proximity, it was so much easier looking at the small details in his face, how lighter the green in his eyes seems to shine, the nose piercing that’ll look somewhat invisible if you don’t look close enough, the smallest imperfection in his almost perfect face, at least that’s what I see when I look at him. I didn’t even realize how he’s slowly leaning even closer into me.

Looking down at me, he ask, “Does your brother take long when he go out?” His voice is now slightly smaller, my eyes slowly avoid his gaze and look at the floor instead as I nod my head to his questions.

“..Then will you let me prove my feelings before he comes back?”

My heart beat accelerates on it’s own, my chest heaving up an down as I take deep breaths and let them out in shaky and heavy ones. I found it hard to speak with how nervous and aroused he makes me. He was older than my brother, let alone the age gap between him and me. But I really can’t help this overwhelming feeling building up inside me.

One small sex. That’s it. If my feeling say it’ll go south, then I’ll bury this memory away.

“..Fine..”

And with those four letter word, something switched up in him, as if he found it as a green light. His hands immediately went to my cheeks, cupping them as he connect his lips to mine.

My eyes light up before slowly fluttering close with the feeling of his slightly dry lips rubbing right against mine, my hips being held close to him by his hands.

All the concern I had floated away when his tongue swiftly slips past my lips and meet mine, making me gasp a little at the taste of him. He tasted.. oddly sweet.

Or perhaps it was just the lust in me that made me feel all these kinds of feelings. Nevertheless, I was loving it. Too much, perhaps.

My arms snakes up and wrap around his neck, pulling him in even closer as he lift my hips up and place me to sit on the kitchen island, my lips staying on him the whole time.

I can feel his hands on my thighs, he was massaging them while slowly parting them, pulling me closer to the edge of the island while his fingers trails up to the waistband of my pants.

My eyes widen and I pull back from the kiss before I place my hand over his to pause him, he looked over at me and press one last peck on my lips, “Trust me.” He whisper, his voice way too reassuring to deny, “Please..?” His eyes stays on mine while he slowly kneel down on the floor.

The breath I exhaled became more heavy and shaky by the time he pull down my pants, letting it drop to the floor with him, the only thing stopping him from getting to my cunt is the already soaked fabric of my panties.

I watch silently as he lean closer to my clothed cunt, his finger lightly running up and down the soaked part of my panties, making me gasp when I can feel his finger right through the thin fabric.

Slowly, he began to pull down my panties. I was already forgetting how to breathe when he place the panties close to his nose, taking a good sniff of it before shucking it into his pocket.

Then.. I yelped when he dove into my pussy like there was no tomorrow, pulling me by my thighs and placing them on his shoulder.

My back arched when he began sucking on my clit harshly, two of his fingers making their way between my folds, pumping in and out of it while I make the dirtiest noises ever that echoes right through the empty house.

My hand reach up and hold onto his hair, pulling his face closer. “Fuck! Izzy..” I moaned, my legs shaking as he continued on and on with his action.

His fingers worked like magic, curling up at the perfect position that can pull out even louder noises from me. Meanwhile his mouth continued to suck and nibble on my clit, driving me insane with pleasure.

I can already feel a knot forming in my stomach, grinding against his fingers and face as I reach closer and closer to my release. “..’M close..!”

That’s when he pulled back and stopped my release.

I look at him with wide eyes, “Wha- why’d you stop?” I panted out, my legs still shakint from how much he drove me insane just by using his mouth and fingers.

But by the time his pants along with his boxers fall down to the floor, I knew I was in for a main course. My eyes widened yet again when I noticed the size of his cock and how it curves up a little.

Suddenly, he pushes me to the middle of the island before climbing up on it himself, towering over me while his hands were pinning my shoulders down to the hard cold surface where I would usually find myself use for eating.

My eyes stays on him the whole time while he held my hip in one hand and the tip of his cock in the other, he seems very.. concentrated.

I held in deep breaths when he start pushing through my folds and into me, the both of us let out groans of pleasure from the new feeling while he slowly push in even deeper.

“Iz..” I whimper as my back arch when he managed to get all of his cock stuffed inside me, both of his hands on my hips now as he starts to thrust in and out of me. His length stretched me out, my small whimpers becoming moans.

Izzy himself moaned when he found the right pace, speeding up his movement. “You’re so tight.. fuck..” He grunted out, his hold on my hips becoming firmer.

When he lean down to kiss on my neck, my hands immediately flew to his back, clawing on his shirt and taking it off him before I throw it away. His cock continues to pump in and out of me, hitting the right spots every single time.

I moaned and held onto his back, my nails surely leaving scratch marks on his skin. My lips parted when his hips starts ramming back and forth into me desperately, my legs shaking from how fast he was going. “Fuck!” I cried out, trying to pull him even closer to me.

His face was burried deep in my neck, I didn’t even notice how he had left a secret mark right behind my ear, whispering, “I want you.. I wanted you for so long.. why can’t you fucking understand that..?” He grunts in my ear, his voice a sweet melody my ears record to remember for another night.

“Faster.. faster please..!” I moaned out.

And that’s exactly what he did, he lean back up and hold my hips even more tighter, I was sure his fingers would be leaving a mark. His hips starts ramming even more fast, not faltering even for a second. He just kept going.

He was able to let out the sweetest yet dirtiest moan out of me, making my bsck arch at the same time as my fingers try to find something to hold onto, to which he offered out his hand for me to hold.

I gripped onto his hand and arm tightly, “So good, so good..” I cried out, squirming still underneath him.

That’s when the knot from earlier returns even tighter now. This time I just cannot hold it in any longer, “I’m coming..!” I gasped out when my release came gushing out of me, dripping down my cunt tha’s still being pumped by him.

“Oh shit.. mm.. shit shit!” Izzy suddenly pulled out and grip his cock tightly on my stomach, jerking himself off till white streaks of his cum flew out, messing up my shirt.

He then slowly fall onto me, he wasn’t that much of a buff guy, so his weight didn’t surprised me that much. I slowly wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close to me as we pant for breath, still shocked from our deeds.

He was the first to speak up, his voice becoming soft yet again, “Sorry about your shirt.. and the island..” He whisper, “I’ll clean them up..” His head was resting my chest, ear pressed onto my skin as he listen closely to my heartbeat.

“Don’t worry.” I whisper back and stroke his hair with my fingers, feeling the softness of it.

That’s when he look up at me and let out a shaky breath, “So.. what- do you believe me now..?” He ask, a hint of hope in his eyes that are silently pleading with me to say yes.

Looking away, I sigh and close my eyes, my mind trying to come up with the correct respond to voice out. “I don’t.. I don’t know..”

Looking back at Izzy, I can see all the hope in his eyes crushed up as his head fall back on my chest. I continue to run my fingers through his hair, feeling a sense of guilt for crushing his hope within seconds. “I’m sorry..” I whisper.

“It’s okay.” He shook his head, mumbling “I’ll wait for you..”

Though my mind made my answer unsure, there was something nudging me in my heart, something telling me that this boy on my chest was being genuine. I couldn’t help but look down at his face, his eyes closed and he looked so peaceful. My heart had an urge to accept him into my world, but my mind told me to wait for the right moment.

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vinyldreamsfuckup · 7 months ago

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Heyyyyy I was wondering if you do any breeding kinks and if you did can you pls do an Izzy fic where 1980s would become a dad and could you make it long around 1000 words or more? Whatever you want.Thank you!

A: of course 🫶🏻🫶🏻 I hope I did this justice. It’s embarrassing how long this took me🫣

Warnings: breading kink, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (female receiving), sassiness, submission and dominance from both izzy and reader, slightly rough, pregnancy test, praise, fluff

word count: 1.5k

One of the things you’d always loved about Izzy was how honest he was with you. He was always the more quiet and reserved one of Guns N’ Roses compared to Axl and Slash, but he was never that way with you. He would always sit with you and talk to you about his guitar or a new book he found. He’d take you on vacations around the world and drive you around on his motorcycle. But mostly, you found it incredibly endearing how honest and raw he was with you in every aspect of your relationship. Even in the bedroom. He never tried to hide how much he loved your body or hide his kinks. He always tried new things and most of all, always wanted to make sure you felt good. The both of you did the best you could to fufill his desires and kinks while still being safe. The hardest one was his breeding kink. You had sex a few times where you let him finish inside of you, but it was few and far between and you always got the morning after pill.

However, things seemed to be getting more serious between you two. He was moved in to your apartment now and you could really see a life with him. It was pretty much all you thought about now. Everytime you two would half sex he would ask to have sex without a condom and to fuck you. Now, you were actually considering letting him and considering having a baby with him. The disappointed look on his face when you took the pill the next day was heart wrenching. Izzy got home from band practice. He looked tired and worn out. His social meter clearly was drained.

“Hey, baby,” Izzy mumbled as he walked up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and set his head on your shoulder, “you look beautiful.”

“Hi sweetheart.Thank you,” you smiled at him. He turned and gently pressed a kiss to your neck. Your head gently fell back and he chuckled continuing to press kisses to your neck and shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful. I don’t think you even understand” Izzy breathed out as he gently pushed you against the kitchen counter. You giggled and turned to look at him. You bit back a smile and cupped his cheeks.

He leaned into your touch and smiled, “Look at you. I’m so in love with you.”

Your gaze softened and you gently kissed him. Your lips moving slowly and sensually. You could practically feel the stress leaving his body. He pulled you in closer and gripped your waist. You pulled back and bit back a smile as you looked up at him.

“How can you expect me not to fuck you senseless when you look at me like that?” Izzy breathed out, his voice raspy and full of desire.

“Oh yeah? You wanna fuck me? After your long day?” You said teasingly.

“Oh yeah, baby,” He gently leaned your head back and whispered in your ear, “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your name. I’m going to fill you with my babies.”

You groaned and he lifted you up wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you into the bedroom. He gently tossed you onto the bed and you let out a yelp and chuckled as your back hit the mattress. He crawled up and connected your lips in a kiss. You kissed him back passionately and carefully started to undo his pants. He groaned as he felt your hands on him.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. So beautiful,” Izzy mumbled as he kissed down your neck. You pushed his pants off and he pulled off your shirt, “God look at you.”

He gently kissed down your chest and unhooked your bra. He kissed across your breasts and swirled his tongue across your nipples. A soft moan left your lips and he smiled, satisfied with the noise. You carefully undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt and he groaned against your chest, “Let me fill you up. Please”

You gently slid the shirt off his shoulders and looked down at him. He met your gaze, “You can cum inside baby.”

His eyes lit up and he eagerly pulled off your stretchy shorts, “Are you positive?”

You chuckled and nodded. “Yes baby, I’m sure.”

He smiled and kissed your neck. You pumped your hand down his length earning a loud moan, “Fuck…you’re amazing.”

You chuckled and pumped him feeling him grow harder under your grip. He moaned and slightly bit down on your neck. You let out a soft breath and focused your hand on his tip as precum soaked your hand.

“God baby, I need you,” He breathed out. You lined him up with your core and gently rubbed him along your slick to tease him. He whined a needy moan, “Oh my god please..baby please.”

You gently licked your lips and looked at him, “Beg me again.”

He smirked and kissed your collarbone, “Please baby. I need you. I need to fill you with my cum. Be a good girl.”

“Oh honey, I think you can do better than that,” You chuckled out and slowed your movements. You slowly pumped him earning a needy whine.

“Please baby…please,” Izzy whined out. You chuckled and pulled your hand back. The second your hand left his cock he pushed into you. Both of you let out a loud moan.

His hips rocked into you as he lifted your leg and held it tightly against his hip adjusting the angle. He fell into you deeper than before and a long moan left your mouth, “Oh fuck…Izzy…”

He leaned his head back as he roughly rammed into you slamming against your walls. He groaned out in pleasure. You moaned out and your back arched as he hit every breathtaking spot, “Izzy…Izzy baby oh my god.”

“That’s it, baby,” Izzy said breathlessly, “Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how badly you want my cum. How badly you want me to fill you up.”

A long, whiny moan left your mouth, “Izzy yes…please baby.”

Izzy rammed into you faster and harder earning a loud, pleasure-filled whimper.

“Fuck…you’re so pretty,” Izzy said breathlessly as he relentlessly rolled his hips into you. Sweat started to coat both of your bodies. You felt the familiar ball formed in your abdomen.

“Izzy..’m close…” You whined.

“Fuck baby…god me too…” Izzy whimpered his hips rolling into you faster. You fluttered around him and he let out a loud groan.

Your body writhed against him and you let out a loud moan as you clenched around him and came. He let out a loud groan and angled your hips back as he came filling your insides with his hot cum.

“God look at you,” Izzy said breathlessly as he slowly pushed his seed further into you, “Taking it. Filling you with our babies. Such a good girl.”

After a moment, he carefully pulled out of you. Strings of his cum fell out as he pulled out. Izzy let out a breath, “Jesus…”

He laid down next to you and pulled you close to him and whispered into your hair, “So beautiful filled with my cum.”

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his torso and cuddled into him. Your body was so relaxed you felt like jelly. You didn’t even want to move.

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A month passed and you hadn’t gotten your period. You and Izzy decided that you wouldnt take the morning after pill and see what happened. Which you weren’t upset about, in fact, it actually made you kind of excited to think about being pregnant with Izzy’s baby. You sat anxiously on the edge of your bed staring at the pregnancy test that was developing on the dresser. Izzy walked into your room and looked over at you a fresh beer in his hand. His eyebrows furrowed.

“What are you doing?” He asked with a small chuckle and took a sip of his beer.

You gestured over to the pregnancy test. He followed your hand and his eyes widened, “Wait really?”

He came over and sat next to you on the bed. You nodded and looked up at him. He smiled and set his beer down. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in closer, “Whatever it says I want you to you know I love you so much and I will always be here.”

You melted into his touch and smiled, “I love you so much, Izzy.”

The timer went off and you glanced over at the dresser. You took a deep breath and stood up. You grabbed the test with a shaky hand and looked at Izzy, “We got this baby.”

You nodded and looked down at the test. A smile spread across your face at the positive test. Izzy popped up, “Are we having a baby?”

You chuckled and nodded. He scooped you into a hug lifting you off the ground, “Oh my god! We’re having a baby!”

He set you down and cupped your face between his hands. Tears filled his eyes and he kissed you tenderly, “God I love you.”

“I love you too…so much,” You responded with a smile. He gently placed a hand on your stomach.

“And I love you too,” Izzy said with a huge smile.

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duffslut · 4 months ago

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Be my daddy

Modern Izzy Stradlin x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 793

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Not now Y/n. - Izzy muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You lifted your legs and looked into his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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whxr3ss · 8 months ago

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DRAIN YOU.

warnings: smut, size kink? restraints (bondage), eating out, all the juicy stuff. if you're uncomfy, click off my loves! minors, dni!

summary: you and izzy have been together, but you've wanted to try something with him.

pairing: izzy stradlin x reader.

authors note: goshh, i made this so late. i'm writing more for you guys! request some things and i'll definitely get back to yall! love you guys, stay hydrated and hope you enjoy this you hornets.

you crawled up against izzy. tapping his shoulder gently, but almost needlessly, his head weakly dressed it's way towards you. he gave you a soft look, cigarette hanging in between his lips. his gaze was still on you as he pulled the grazing cigarette out his mouth. smoke puffed out his mouth. "what's goin' baby?" he mumbled to you. you smiled and bit ur bottom lip softly. "nothinn," you giggled, while you looked at him giggly. he rolled his eyes and smiled, now nudging you with an eager ponder. "what is it? cmon, you tapped me. what's wrong babygirl?" he raised a brow, his black hair falling short to his shoulders with his slight smile. you sighed and pouted. "i was thinking, what if we try something new?" you questioned, now snaking in a hush towards izzy. he wrapped a palm around the back of your neck, his other hand flicked the cigarette against the ash-tray, placing it down as some smoke poured up. he now moved his other hand to your waist, curving his fingers in the curve of your hips. "what baby? what is it? we can tr-" he was cut off by you, "bondage. y'know.. ropes, ties. being restrained," you eagerly spoke, getting up close to his lips. your lips, and his lips were almost touching at this point. "we can try that baby," he whispered, seductively smelling in your pheromones. he now moved you underneath him, as his body inched on top of you.

he hummed, now getting into your neck. as you would usually grab the back of his head with ur hand, he gently stopped you. he grabbed both ur wrists, putting them tightly together as his hand. he was much larger than you. taller and leaner. he held your hands together as you whimpered, your legs closing together. "mmhm," you cried out quietly, tucked in a whimper as he used his other hand to rub your clit through your panties that was tucked underneath your skirt. he rubbed there with two fingers, while you arched your body back and then your head, while it almost hit the head-board. he gave you a smirk, leaving purple hickey's coating your inner neck, and such. he sucked at the skin, leaving the blood rising to the surface and leaving the skin aching for more of his vampire-laced kisses. he moved down more, your tank top straps were falling off your shoulders. he moved the hand that was pleading against your clit and he used it to tear your tank top off your body. of course, being the hornball you were, you weren't wearing a bra. but you were wearing panties. logic? no where to be seen or found. as he slipped the ripped white tank away, he rugged at your skirt, lifting it down and around ur ankles, and off you completely.

he tossed these away, "so eager for me baby?" he cooed, hushing you. "mmgh, izzy," you pleaded. "what? use your words, y'know the rule honey," izzy teased at you, and you whispered, "i want you.. please- e-eat me out," you specifically asked, as izzy nodded. "good girl,," he praised, now kissing in between your breasts, he left tiny marks, as one hand, free hand, kneaded at your breast. he moved down to your stomach, you were still restrained and needy for him. he kissed your stomach, kissing at your curves and hips, before using his teeth to pull your underwear down. izzy removed his teeth as he slipped them off with the hem curled between two fingers downward off you. he teased your clit. "so fuckin' wet. goddamn babygirl," izzy cooed, rubbing at your pussy while he felt the wetness soak onto his fingers and at the palm of his hand. withered without warning, he shoved two fingers inside of you. you let out a rushed moan, moaning loudly while you tossed back, closing in between his hand with your thighs. "nono, spread them f'me. don't cover that pretty pussy," izzy snarled, now using his free hand to forcefully pull your thighs apart, holding one down as his elbow held the other down with his other arm, since his one hand was attached to your wrists, as you felt ur wrists start to bruise. ever so slightly.

izzy moved his head down in between your legs. "you ready sweetheart?" izzy questioned, you nodded. he smacked your inner thigh that was being spread apart. "words," he growled, and you then spoke up with a squeak, "yes, i'm ready izzy, please-" you cooed out needlessly. he nodded with a chuckle and a smirk cocked at the lips. he began to flick his tongue at your clit, before sucking on such. his mouth worked at your pussy, fingering you with one hand as he tore his hand away from ur thigh that was forcefully spread apart. he looked up at you, as he licked and sucked at your clit, he firstly licked a stripe up your pussy, now licking your labia and vagina, his tongue slipping inside of you. he sucked at your clit, his nose increased the pleasure as you felt shock waves shoot up your spine and stomach, your insides twitching as you felt your thighs tighten. your trembling hands weakened as he refused to let you move. getting up, he took his black skinny scarf and wrapped it around your wrists and aroujd the headboard. you struggled, whimpering. "izzy- i'm gonna- cu-cum," you moaned out whimpering softly as izzy murmured, lifting his head up. "cum on my face pretty girl," izzy grunted, now continuing until he felt cum drip onto his tongue and face. his hands gripped at your aching thighs.

he lifted his head up. "was that fun baby girl?" he snickered, cleaning his face off. "mmhhhm, can you untie me now?" you giggled. maybe you wanted more. "who said we're done pretty girl?" izzy cooed. "izzy!" you tossed ur head back and kicked ur feet giggling with ur bubbly laugh. you bit ur bottom lip. "unless?" he questioned.

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princess-lvcifer · 4 months ago

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The GNR x Reader Hispanic fanfics on 2010's Wattpad were something else man what do you mean Axl's my step-father and Slash's my babysitter and Steven's my neighbour who paralyzed me on a car accident

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hatchetdollie · 15 days ago

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𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎 '𝑒𝓂 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈, 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝑜𝓎𝓈. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 9 months ago

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PLEASE POST THE IZZY PART FOR THE NO NUT NOVEMBER

A/n: Only one more of these to make B). This was going to be much shorter but it felt weird to make one really short when the other's are longer so I just kept going and I like this ending much more than the other one and I hope you agree, Izzy lovers are honestly the best kinds of people.

Warnings: smut, oral sex(f+m receiving), fingering(f receiving), degradation, drugs, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Intro

Izzy left the studio with not much care. So long as he wasn’t the first out no one would care, right? Besides, all he really wanted was to stir the pot as per usual, and he did it like a pro. That’s all there was to it. He went on with his business and didn’t think too much about it.

Or so he thought.

He wasn’t doing anything with anyone, staying home more often than not and if he wasn’t he was getting cracked out of his mind at parties where that’s all anyone was doing, no one was getting ready for some action.

His stash was running low so he invited some people over, hoping to fix off of them. When people started showing up and getting loaded he happened to notice someone he’d never seen before.

He asked around and someone eventually gave him something. A friend of a friend of a dealer. Izzy didn’t think too much of it, someone else just trying to get high like him, what’s there to it?

Only, he kept catching her watching him.

At some point he’d gone to the bathroom to snort something alone. He’d just started when you came in and closed the door behind you. He gave you a look. “Sorry, I’m not sharing.” He mumbled.

“I’m not into that stuff.” You responded as he snorted another line. He looked back up at you with a confused expression.

“Then why are you here?” You shrugged and looked up to the fluorescent lighting.

“I’m into other stuff.” Izzy nodded.

“Smack?” He asked, looking at your arm for any track marks. “Heroin?” You took a step closer to him. “Come on, give me a hint, at least.” He asked with a wonky smile. You chewed your cheek and dropped to your knees, looking up at him with innocent starry eyes.

When Izzy saw that he was reminded of the bet. Now, he wasn’t ready to say no to a face like that but he wasn’t ready to forfeit either. Tough decision.

“Sorry, I can’t, my friends and I have this bet-”

“What kind of bet?” You interrupted.

“To see who can last the whole month without, like, doing anything.” He chuckled to himself at how stupid it sounded in his mind.

“Would you be the first one out?” Izzy let out a heavy breath at that and shook his head. All he wanted was to stir the pot and not be the last one out, right now it was just him and Slash. Oh shit, he was in the finals! He hadn’t thought about it that way. “Then what’s the big deal?” Izzy sucked his bottom lip and stared down at you, trying to think through the haze in his mind.

You stayed on your knees, looking up at him and watching for a reaction as you lifted up his shirt. Just enough so you could see his happy trail and press your plush lips to his abdomen. That pretty much killed any thought Izzy had against this.

As you kissed him he undid his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers, hitting you in the face with his dick. You happily took the tip into your mouth and started swirling your tongue around it while your hand came up to stroke him.

He was already leaning against the counter behind him for stability when you took more of him into your mouth, getting yourself used to him hitting the back of your throat before taking him all in your mouth, gagging slightly on his length.

Izzy’s head was thrown back in pleasure as your head bobbed up and down on him. You started touching yourself through your clothes, getting off on Izzy’s pleasure. When you started moaning around his member he couldn’t help cum, the vibrations sent him over the edge. He grabbed you by the back of the head and pulled you down on him as he shot his load down your throat, guttural groans slipping past his lips.

When he was done he let go of you and let you pull away to catch your breath. You wiped your mouth and chin of the drool that had slipped out the corners of your mouth.

Izzy tilted your head up with a finger under your chin. “Did you swallow it all?” He asked with a lazy grin. You smiled up at him and opened your mouth wide to show you had. “Good girl.”

Having lost the bet already there was no point in looking back now. He gestured for you to get up and you did, now standing in front of him. He brought his hand to your waist and guided you to the counter where he could bend you over, lifting your skirt over your ass to give him a perfect view of you.

You were wearing a thin pair of panties and fishnet stockings. Izzy admired you for a moment before gripping the fishnets and snapping the weak threads holding them together, making a bigger opening for him. He pinned your panties to the side and thrust into you, your cunt already soaked.

He waited a moment, taking in how hot you felt wrapped around him, the face he could see you making in the mirror. He started moving, watching your face for a reaction he liked and when he saw one he knew to keep hitting that spot.

Of course it had your mind running miles a minute. The way his tip kissed that perfect spot inside you that had you seeing stars over and over again. His hold on your hips was tight, sure to leave bruises for you to look back on with fond memories.

Your favourite were the soft grunts and groans you’d hear in your ear. Heavy breaths mixed with the occasional moan. He was watching you in the mirror but you were also watching him as his head rolled back, you’d catch glimpses of his eyes crossing before he shut them tight.

Izzy took a hand off your hip to turn your face towards him so he could kiss you. His tongue slipped past your lips with ease. Your moans fell onto his lips as you came hard around him, slick dripping down between your thighs. The way you clenched around him was the last straw for him and he came again inside of you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you impossibly closer to him.

“Fuck.” Izzy breathed, kissing you one last time before pulling away and watching his cum ooze out of you. He dropped to his knees and started lapping at your folds.

“Fuck!” You squeaked and tried to push his head away but he didn’t budge. “Izzy! Izzy, s’too much.” You whined. He responded with a harsh slap on your ass, leaving a pink mark. He continued eating you out like his life depended on it, sucking every ounce of your dignity you had as you watched yourself in the mirror. Your face contorting in pleasure, your hips bucking back to meet his face.

He pushed a skilled finger into you, making you cum with only a few pumps as he hit that same special spot every time and sent you over the edge.

“You’re such a bitch, you know that?” He mumbled as he stood up again behind you, now holding you and resting his head on your shoulder. “Sneaking into my house, getting me into the bathroom, sucking me off when I told you I couldn’t...” He had this smirk as he spoke, it was tired but carried a very needed amount of teasing.

“You could’ve stopped me if you wanted to.” You replied in an equally tired manner, leaning back on him slightly.

“I didn’t want to.” He said firmly, giving your neck a soft kiss.

#guns n roses #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses smut #guns n roses imagine #izzy stradlin #izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin gnr #izzy stradlin smut #izzy gnr #gnr #gnr fic #gnr smut #gnr x reader #gnr fanfiction

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gnrswife · 8 months ago

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Izzy Stradlin XFem!reader

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Warnings: smut..duh

cmon baby one more..." he coos into your ear, nails still digging into the fleshy fat of your ass as he guides your hips up and down on his girthy cock. he was determined to get one more orgasm from you. he had to.

it felt like forever. you had been bouncing up and down on his shaft for what felt like ages. you couldn't even recall when it all had started. one orgasm to another, he simply couldn't get enough. he was addicted.

you felt that same knot in your stomach tighten again, this time it was much tighter and intense. the grip you had on his shoulders tightened, your nails engraving small crescents.

your boyfriend had noticed this, he swiftly grabs onto your waist, lifting you up and slamming himself into you at an cervix bruising pace. it was so quick you could barely could even process your own high approaching by second. then you felt it.

back arched, eyes rolled all the way back, jaw dropped, legs trembling. it was intense and heavenly. you've never felt anything so good in your life. it was so good that you didn't even notice the fluid you had squirted everywhere.

as you came back down from your high you realized your boyfriends thrusts had came to an abrupt end. "w-whyd you stop?" you ask, somewhat disappointed. but your boyfriend was looking into your eyes, a cheeky smirk plastered all over his face. "baby- you squirted on me..." he panted out, slowly beginning to buck his hips into your cunt again.you notice the tacky thin layer of liquid painted between your thighs and his lap. you let out a breathy sigh before your boyfriend whispers into your ear.

"y'think you could do that again for me pretty?"

an: the story ive been gatekeeping for like 2-3 days😭😭 SORRY FOR THAT BTW...im very forgetful and i sleep alot😁

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broidobe · 17 days ago

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𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔲𝔫𝔰 𝔫 𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢

requested by 🎸 and anon! this is harem so reader is dating all five of them

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

the guys don’t really talk about it explicitly, but it’s clear they all know they’re sharing you. there’s this unspoken rule: no jealousy, no drama—just everyone doing their best to make you happy.

each band member has a distinct connection with you:

axl: intense and possessive in private, though he tries not to show it too much. he’s the one to write you love letters, scribbled in the middle of the night.

slash: laid-back and easygoing, always offering to play you soft riffs when you’re stressed. he thrives on quiet moments with you, a stark contrast to his wild stage persona.

duff: the sweetheart of the group, always making sure you’re eating and drinking enough. he’s big on casual touches—an arm slung over your shoulder or a kiss on your forehead.

izzy: the mysterious one, who doesn’t always express his feelings but shows you through subtle actions. he’ll leave little gifts for you—things that remind him of you, even if it’s just a cool rock he found.

steven: playful and energetic, he’s the one who drags you out for spontaneous adventures or dances around the room with you just because. he makes you laugh the most.

being with all five of them means there’s never a dull moment, but it also means you’re the glue holding them together sometimes.

they rely on your calm presence to balance out their fiery personalities.

surprisingly, they don’t fight over who gets to spend time with you.

sometimes, it’s everyone piled together in a giant heap on the couch, passing around drinks and laughing at old stories.

other times, it’s more intimate, one-on-one moments with each of them.

while they promised to keep jealousy out of it, there are moments where they can’t help it—like axl shooting daggers at slash for making you laugh too hard,

or steven pouting because izzy got to you first.

it never escalates, though; they all know you care about them equally.

they love showing you off at shows.

axl dedicates songs to you

duff and slash exchange knowing smiles when they catch you dancing

and steven’s grin gets impossibly wider when he sees you in the crowd.

if they ever argue, it’s usually over something trivial—like who gets to sit next to you at dinner.

you’re the one to break it up, reminding them you’re not going anywhere and that there’s enough of you to go around.

HERE ARE SOME THINGS THEY’D SAY DURING ARGUMENTS

axl:

she was laughing at my joke first, slash, so maybe back off for a second!

why does she always go to you when she’s upset? i can be comforting too, you know!

look, i’m not saying i’m her favorite, but… i mean, come on—(cue everyone groaning and throwing pillows at him)

slash:

dude, it’s not a competition. you’re making this weird.

axl, maybe if you didn’t act so intense all the time, she wouldn’t need me to calm her down.

she’s not a prize to be won, man. just… chill, okay?

duff:

guys, seriously, this is dumb. she loves all of us. can we just stop?

you’re all acting like little kids. i’ll just go hang out with her since you can’t figure it out.

fine, you sit next to her this time, axl. but next time, it’s my turn.

izzy:

are you guys really arguing over this? she doesn’t even like it when you fight.

i don’t need to argue. she already knows i’m her favorite. (delivered with a smirk that drives axl crazy)

you’re all so loud. no wonder she comes to me when she wants peace.

steven:

you’re hogging her attention again, duff! i barely got to talk to her today!

can’t we just take turns? or, like, hang out all together? this isn’t that hard!

hey, she promised to help me with my drumming! wait your turn, man!

every band member has their own little ritual with you.

maybe it’s slash teaching you guitar chords, or duff making you breakfast in bed after a late night.

these moments are their way of claiming time with you while keeping things fair.

oh and yes, they keep track of how much time is spent with you

okay steven got 6 hours yesterday so therefore I GET 6 HOURS NOT YOU

despite the unconventional setup, the band respects each other’s relationships with you.

they all know they’re better together, and sharing you only brings them closer.

they love teasing you, but it’s all affectionate. slash might smirk and call you “princess” when you’re acting stubborn, while duff gently ruffles your hair, saying, "what would you do without us?"

axl’s teasing is more pointed, like, "oh, so you liked slash’s solo better than mine last night, huh?" but he’ll always pull you in for a kiss before you can get too flustered.

if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, the whole band is ready to throw down. axl is the first to start yelling, while slash steps in to physically block the person.

duff plays the diplomat, trying to calm things down, but even he has his limits. if someone crosses the line, his usually easygoing demeanor vanishes in an instant.

izzy and steven are quieter about it, but they’re just as protective. steven might not look intimidating, but he’ll back you up 100%. izzy’s more about the “say that again, i dare you” vibes.

#broidobe #guns and roses #axl rose #axl rose x reader #headcannons #headcannon #izzy stradlin #izzy stradlin x reader #duff mckagan x reader #duff mckagan #slash #slash x reader #steven adler x reader #steven adler

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coldlovehotblood · 2 months ago

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TROUBLE

you had wanted something more for so long, and izzy toys with you until you hit breaking point.

w/c: 4,446

warnings: drug use, mild and brief smut (more details here)

a/n: i can’t decide if it happy with this or not… but pls enjoy!! (thank you violet for being so patient😭)

Chess is a game of strategy: one of calculated back and forth, back and forth. White then black, white then black. There is no mercy, and so you have to be smart if you want to get anywhere.

Similarly, you and your best friend had this peculiar back and forth, back and forth. White then black, white then black. A strategic to and fro you have yet to name that had begun to toe the line of danger.

The only difference between the two is how a game is started. For chess, it can be a rather formal affair, but for you and Izzy’s, all it took was one look to initiate play.

Call it bedroom eyes if you want, but that look created a wildfire of twisted pleasure that could only stop by burning until theres nothing left to burn. The fire would show it’s ferocity through depraved actions taken by each player. The white of neutral friendship darkens at the flip of a switch.

It was so much more than a look of seduction, it was an invitation to let yourself go entirely. It was an opportunity to let loose every carnal desire, every twisted need that spreads like mould over your conscience, any sick fantasy that's made you drip. You play this teasing psychological push and pull and its the most deliciously torturous thing you’d ever experienced. Who are you kidding, anything is delicious if its him.

You and Izzy had broken the boundary of ‘just friends’ long ago. There were too many feelings involved to call it ‘friends with benefits’ either, and no one wanted to question it, so the two of you had spent those last few months walking a tightrope called ‘The Game’.

Neither of you let on if it was causing emotional turmoil of any kind, but on one particular night, things changed.

You had attended one of the band's shows and were pressed right up to the edge of the stage. Of course, you had chosen the side you knew Izzy would be standing on. You had decided not to tell him you were coming, so when the lights brightened fully and you caught his eye, a great smile came over his face as he played.

You were enjoying yourself. You were enjoying watching him perform along with the others. He continuously looked over to you with that smile of his, and when he did, he’d strum his guitar a little harder, fall into the beat of the song a little further, and gradually he lost himself to the music. When he sang along with Axl, his voice was as sultry as always. You couldn't help how your cheeks reddened when you heard it.

Izzy had always belonged to the stage, it was where he was most in his element. He had always stuck out to you more that the rest, shone a little brighter while performing alongside his bandmates. You knew exactly why, but didn't dare say it out loud and often even to yourself, as you pushed the thought away by instinct at that point.

You watched him walk all over the stage like he owned it, because he did. The unit Guns and Roses took over every stage they stood upon and blessed it with their flash flood of talent. There was no way everyone else in the crowd wasn't falling over themselves for him.

Heartthrob piece of shit.

You watched him saunter and strut up and down the stage brazenly, knowing how it made him look.

That’s something you couldn’t stand about him: the fact his cockiness was absolutely justified. Who wouldn't be proud to show off their skills when they are that good? It was both infuriating and mesmerising. As much as you teased him for thinking he was so great, he genuinely was fucking brilliant. The way his hand slid over the fret bar, knowing exactly where to go without a second thought. The way his fingers plucked away with precise strength and speed. It was incredible to watch.

He looked over to you and saw you staring. He wasn't totally sure what it was that had you so gripped, but he came over and sat down right in front of you, high-fiving some lucky people on the way.

He had settled himself directly in front of you, legs hanging off the stage's edge. So close you could smell his cologne and watch each bead of sweat trail down his skin.

"What are you doing here?" you shouted over the crowds roars.

"What are you doing here?" he replied, "'cause I'm doing my job."

"Well I don't know who you are, but I must say, your playing is great."

"Just great? ‘S that all I'm getting from you, doll?"

Doll.

Your gut curled.

"Excuse me?"

"Got a problem, sweetheart?"

You wanted to scream 'you're no fair' right in his face with the whole crowd watching because he knew what he was doing, but all you could do was gaze at him with a slightly dazed expression as your cheeks heated up for the umpteenth time that night.

You looked right into his eyes, lips slightly parted, and blinked slowly.

A smug, knowing grin took over his face. One that only you would know the meaning of.

The game had started.

He hopped up and continued playing, and the rest of the show went as usual, but he was being a bit more adventurous. A bit more annoying. He had sat down on the other side of the stage and tucked another woman’s hair behind her ear, smiling all silly and knowing at her. He knew what buttons to press a bit too well. He knew you too well, too intimately. He knew what got you going and what pissed you off the most.

Once the show had been closed, you stormed through the venue to the dressing rooms. There was no resistance from security; they knew your face. As you went down each hallway, your anger bubbled more and more in your stomach where that curl was felt earlier.

Bursting into the dressing room, Axl laughed and punched Izzy’s shoulder.

“Ooo someones in trouble.”

“Mmh,” you hummed, not even looking his way, lasering on Izzy only.

You motioned for him to move.

“Get up.”

“No.”

“Yes. Up.”

“No, thank you.”

He was impossible. You walked out, slamming the door behind you.

The night hadn't even properly started yet and he already had you fired up, ready to punch a wall.

You had almost reached the end of the hall when you heard a door open and close behind you, and then he was there, grabbing your wrist, with the same smirk he’d had plastered over his face all night.

“Come, honey.”

You seethed at him.

“No. I can’t look at you.”

“I doubt that.”

He ever so gently guided you back down the hall. However much you hated him in the moment, you could never deny him. No matter how hard you tried. He brought you to another room, a separate dressing room, and locked the door, sitting you down on a couch pressed against the wall.

He sat beside you. You turned away.

“What’s wrong?”

“You know what the fuck is wrong, don't play dumb.”

“I wont lie to you, I'm on a great adrenaline high right now, so you're gonna have to be a bit more specific.”

You huffed, curling into the arm of the sofa, putting distance between the two of you.

“I thought you said we wouldn't bring others into this—” you paused, thinking of what to call it, “This thing we have.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“But we arent exclusive, right?”

You stopped playing with the hem of your skirt to look him dead in the eyes.

“You said you weren’t interested in a relationship, but said that no one could get in the way of us. Make your mind up.”

It was Izzy’s turn to pause.

“I guess I did, but just because I was flirting with someone else doesn't mean I want a relationship with them, or that I was breaking the rules.”

His eyes lit up with realisation when you glared at him.

“You’re jealous, arent you?”

You scoffed, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Oh you so are.”

You got up from your seat and started pacing the room, looking at the floor to avoid seeing his smug face in any of the mirrors.

“I am not jealous.”

“I knew you could be, but this bad? Damn, if I had known it riled you up this much, I would've done it a lot sooner,” he said with a laugh, “And more often.”

“But that's just it. I don’t want you to. It pisses me off beyond belief to see you looking at anyone else with the eyes you look at me with.”

“But this is what we are, isn't it? We push and pull. It’s how we’ve always been.”

There was the truth, and it stung to hear it said out loud where you couldn't escape. Over the months this ‘game’ had spanned, you had toyed with the idea of something more serious with him. Something more significant. Because when the round had ended and the two of you were left with the afterglow, things felt so easy, and as if they could be normal. With the shape of your bodies resting against each other like jigsaw pieces, it felt like everything was in it’s rightful place. There was a warmth that settled in both of your stomachs and drew you closer, both physically and maybe metaphysically. And when your legs tangled and chests touched as gold started to seep through the curtains with daybreak, it was as if your souls had tethered.

But it was nothing serious. At least, that's what he kept saying. Even though, when shitfaced drunk, he said sweet things and kissed you softer than usual. Even though, when he was shot up on ridiculous amounts of heroin, he held you close and looked at you as if you hung the stars in the sky. Even though, when he tried to snort so much it clogged his nose, he always looked out for you and made sure you were alright and safe. With the amount of teasing his bandmates did, you'd think the two of you were together, but that was far from the truth, wasn't it?

It was in that moment you realised that push and pull had slowly bisected you without your knowlege, the halves so close to equal it was infuriating. It had split a ravine in you, leaving enough space for a nasty feeling to fester and feed on your emotional whiplash.

“What if I don’t want it to be push and pull, Izzy?” you hissed, “What if I wanted to be yours?”

He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Aren’t you?”

…Was he serious?

“You’re joking.”

“About what?”

“But you literally said you weren't looking for anything serious.”

You stormed over to the makeup table on the other side of the room and began tearing it apart in search of something to hide the fact tears were gathering in your lower lash line.

“Well yeah, but I never said I didn't want anything with you.”

You stopped your furious rifling through the drawers and looked at him behind you in the mirror.

You couldn't believe him as he sat there, one leg over the other, leaning as nonchalant as ever on the arm of the sofa as if he didnt just drop a bomb on you.

“You're unbelievably difficult, and it's fucking infuriating.”

“You love it.”

You leapt up from the makeup chair and stood over him, getting right up in his face, so close you could feel his steady breaths on your skin.

“You better be serious or I swear to God above, Jeffery, I will ruin your life.”

He looked straight into your blazing eyes with his own half-glassy gaze.

“I’m serious.”

You raised your brow, not sure if you should believe him in such a state- still letting the post-show adrenaline fizzle out at its own pace, still letting the screams of the crowd feed his ego by letting them echo in his head, but he reached up, held your cheek and repeated himself with more conviction. More finality.

“I’m fucking serious, ok?”

He leaned in and kissed you gently with such reverence and care. Every flame within you was snuffed.

“I swear im serious,” he whispered.

That’s all it took for you to lean in yourself and kiss him back. His lips were smooth and he tasted like sweet whiskey as your mouths moved together. He reached out to your hips and pulled you closer till you were sitting snug on his lap. The feeling of his solid body against yours made you feel a bit more firmly tied to your own. He centred you without trying. Your fingers played with the hair on the nape of his neck and he giggled into your lips before pulling away.

“Where’d you go, tiger, hm? What happened to that heat?”

“Why don’t you say my name for once, or have you forgotten it after collecting so many other sluts?”

You chased his lips but he pulled his head away, letting out a full laugh at your words, head tilting back to rest against the sofa. He said your name. It sounded good from him. He made it sound nicer than you thought it was. His low timbre shaped it into something beautiful for you. But your name or not, anything sounded beautiful from him.

“As if i could forget it. You’re my favourite one. You get special slut perks.”

“Ew, stop making me sound bad.”

“If you’re bad then what am I?”

“A man. Men are awful.”

“Very funny.”

This time he grabbed your hair and tugged you closer. The rougher kiss made you moan into his mouth, and to such a sound he let out a pleased one of his own.

“You act like ‘slut’ doesn't get you wet,” he teased.

“Because it doesn’t.”

He suddenly let go of your hip and slithered his hand up your thighs, under your skirt and straight to your core, where he gently touched over your clothed heat.

“These soaked panties beg to differ.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“No.”

“Please,” you forced out impatiently.

“Say it like you mean it.”

A huff escaped you.

“Please.”

He gave you a pointed look. This was him testing the waters, trying to figure out what exactly you needed from him. He knew there were times when you wanted to go slow and let time drip steady like treacle, and times when you wanted to go impossibly fast and rough, to the point where every touch left stinging skin. He knew you inside and out. back to front.

“Please, Izzy,” your voice edged on a whine. You looked at him, eyes wide and needy, body open and expecting.

He had you sussed. He leaned in and gave you what you wanted.

You didn't understand how the taste of jack daniels lingered in his mouth still as he kissed you deeper. It was one of the only constants of the man. Something you had come to associate with him. A fact so deeply ingrained into your mind that if you were in a bar and the sweet smell you knew so well hit your nose, you walked out. It was strange and maybe a bit insane how loyal you were to this man, but, as scary as it was to admit to even yourself, you were head over heels for the fucker and wanted nothing else.

Was it avoidance, or devotion?

He slid his hands over the swell of your ass and pushed up from under your skirt again, making it bunch at your waist. You groaned at the sensation of cold skin meeting yours. You started to grind into him a bit and he let out an appreciative noise in return before pulling away again, lifting your hips and putting you on one knee.

“Hold on, baby,” he said as you opened your mouth in protest. He quickly unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans and reached into his boxers. You assumed he was going for his half-hard dick with impatience, but much sooner than you expected, he retracted his hand with a small, clear bag in clutch. You rolled your eyes in response, feeling almost fond. Only he would be desperate enough to hide extra in his boxers, of all places. it was sad. But you were his, didn't he say?

“What’s that?” you ask, starting up a slow grind into his thigh again in an attempt to feed the heat boiling in your core.

“’S a speedball,” he muttered as he then tested each front pocket of his jeans to produce a dollar bill.

You stopped grinding to look at him with worry. A speedball was… The last thing you wanted to see him doing. The concoction was a catalyst that had sent too many people you knew into awful states and more often than not, lead them to quick deaths. It was dangerous, and you didn't like that he was just casually fishing this out of his jeans. He saw the look on your face and rolled his own eyes.

“What? it’s not even that much.”

He was right. There was only a little bit in the bag, but that didn't make it feel any safer. You didn't know what amount looked safe and you highly doubted he knew either.

“Where did you even get it?”

“Don't worry about it. Wanna split?” he held it between two fingers and gestured towards you, a sly smile settling on his face. You shook your head in response. His face fell a bit. “It should be safe enough. Sure you don't want a little bit? I'm here, I wouldn't let you go overboard.”

“I really don't think you should take it, Iz, speedballs aren't safe—”

“And coke or dope is? It’s all the same stuff, and look at the size of this fuckin’ thing. It’s nothing.”

Your face twisted up further in disagreement and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Fine then, I’ll have it. Forget I asked. C’mere,” he huffed and began lifting you again when you tensed.

“What? I'm not taking any—”

“I’m snorting off of your collar,” he pushed out, visibly becoming more irritated, grabbing your hips tighter “Now come here.”

“Izzy—”

“Just let me take this shit so it’s gone!” he forcefully lifted you to sit fully in his lap.

The sudden shift left you kind of shaken. You’d never seen him get so worked up over drugs, but then again, you had never stopped him from taking anything before. His habitual substance use should've bothered you more than it did, but you were just as bad, normally joining in, which was why he offered in the first place, but knowing he was going to take something you knew was so dangerous set you on edge and made every nerve in your body spark a little bit. Enough to get through the thickening fog of lust. You just hated the fact you cared so much about someone who cared so little.

He began roughly pushing your leather jacket off your shoulders and threw it across the room.

“Why are you being so difficult, baby? This could be so easy,” he whispered harshly into one ear as his hands reached for the hem of your white shirt to push it up your torso. You helped him by pulling it the rest of the way, and his face fell into gorgeous content once again. You decided then that he’d be fine. This was just a one-off of him trying out a different kind of high; a trial to see how a different kind of punch settles.

He made his usual path up and down your body. Admiring the way your lace bra adorned your chest, admiring the way your tits fell out of it when he unclipped it hastily, breaking a few of the clasps in the process. He sucked a harsh bruise into the crook of your neck and brought his hands beneath your thighs to lift you as he stood up, turning and depositing you onto the sofa again and pushing you, softer than expected, by your shoulders to lie down.

He was a sight for sore eyes normally, but from beneath him, where the sparse light from one of the Hollywood mirrors haloed him and obscured his face slightly, he made your heart race.

He loomed over you as he opened the little bag and tapped most of its contents into the dip of your collar bone. You barely felt the powder as it fell onto your skin. Izzy had this glint in his eye as he straightened out a line. A dangerous one that made your stomach tighten a bit. Maybe this wasn't a good idea, but had it in front of him now.

Once he’d rolled up the bill, you watched him lean down, eyes locked onto yours as he brought the self made tooter to his nose before his head dipped and he inhaled sharply. The bill tickled your skin as he moved it. He sat up and threw his head back with a breathy groan.

“Finally,” Izzy whispered.

You weren't happy, but you couldn't stay mad at the sight before you.

His finger traced where the line had been and he tapped your jaw with his other hand.

“Open.”

“I told you I'm not-”

“Open that fucking mouth,” he spat, hand now clamping either side of your face, squishing your cheeks to part your lips. He shoved the finger he’d brought along your collar under your top lip and dragged it along your gums. You nipped his finger with your teeth as you tried to shake your head free. He retracted his finger with a hiss, let go of your face and slapped you.

Hard.

“I’m being nice and cleaning up. Let me be nice and we’ll have a good time.”

“Are you deaf or something?!” you cried.

“No, and neither are you, last time I checked. Listen to me next time.”

He rolled his eyes and moved down your body again, this time taking off your lace underwear.

“You’re being an ass, Izzy.”

“Okay?”

His attitude to this whole thing was confusing.

And scary.

Sure, you were often rough with each other. Sure, you and him took drugs together all the time. The difference was that all of it had been loosely agreed. This sudden introduction to a new drug had put you on edge. This was too new, and he was being so careless.

He moved between your thighs and pushed your legs up a bit, putting you on full display for him.

“You’re going to listen to me this time, and listen well,” he spoke, looking at you sternly, “I’m going to eat you out and you’re going to be quiet.”

You nodded meekly.

His head dipped towards your dripping heat.

Knock, knock, knock.

Izzy tensed up immediately. You felt him begin to pant from between your legs as a muffled voice came from outside.

“Izzy? You there? We gotta go, man. They won’t let us stay here any longer cause they say we’ll do shit… Or something… I don’t get the fuss but we gotta take our shit and go.”

You recognised the voice as Slash, but Izzy seemed to not, looking at the closed door with wide eyes. The knocks now turned into bangs.

“Are you here or not? We’ve looked everywhere-“

“He’s here!” you called innocently, “just give us a sec-“ you were cut off by a hand coming over your mouth. Izzy scrambled over you and reached for his back pocket, pulling out a switchblade. He retracted the blade and held it in front of him, looking extremely unsure. You could see the quick rise and fall of his chest above you.

“No way you guys are fucking in this dump- Hurry up!” Slash shouted.

The sound of footsteps faded but Izzy still stared at the door, back taut like a bowstring, hand holding the switchblade shaking slightly. You very carefully moved his hand off of your mouth and said his name softly.

His head snapped towards you and he harshly whispered, “Shut the fuck up! They’re going to hear you.”

“That was Slash, baby.”

“No, it wasn’t. Don’t you dare fucking lie to me right now.”

You reached up to touch his face, and he flinched as your hand met his clammy forehead.

“It was. It’s okay. Calm down.”

You guessed it must have been given just cocaine in the little bag, not a speedball per his request. His paranoia only came on so strong when coke was in his system.

He leaned into your touch and sagged a bit, tears forming.

“It was them, I know it was.”

“It wasn’t. I promise,” you said gently as you sat up and pulled him close to your bare chest, “It’s just me and you.”

His hands dropped to his sides and he just let you hold him for a bit as he twitched. He got like this when he got scared.

You had to pick up his pieces once again.

You’d do it as many times as you had to.

You guided him to sit properly on the couch and you got up, looking for your clothes and dressing again. As you looked over at him once more, you realised that this couldn’t go on. Both the stupid game and his drug habits.

You shook yourself out after hastily tucking your shirt into your skirt, feeling that strange blurred alertness that came with coke yourself.

As you guided him out of the dressing room to the waiting group, holding his sweaty hand tight, you decided that you would have a serious talk with him about this.

About you both.

Because he was in trouble, and, in turn, so were you.

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