#not satanic though lol that small part of me still thinks that id go to hell if i do shit like that

[fraternum-momentum]

witch gf who does satanic rituals + serial killer gf who provides bodies for her

[shhh-no-ones-home]

secrets* (1/2) izzy stradlin x reader

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part 1 part 2

you grew up with duff so the two of you are super close. he knows you have a band and offered for them to open for gnr. the things is though that you and izzy have been getting closer the longer tour has gone on. what everyone doesnt know is that the two of you have been doing more than just talking behind closed doors.

* - friends with benefits lol

Song: why are you here by machine gun kelly

tag list: @cynic-spirit @satans-arse

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"Hey, aren't you with that one band...?"

I turned around to see izzy walking to me, a wide grin on his face. He snapped a few times, thinking.

"Oh, ya know, the one opening for guns n roses?"

He asked, holding his guitar low. I laughed a little bit at his joke.

"I think so, wait, let me check."

I said looking down at my crew pass at the end of my lanyard.

"Ope, yep, yes I am. That's me."

I joked back and he smiled widely at me.

"It's nice to see you again y/n, im glad duff invited you and the guys for this run."

He said, trying to make small talk.

"It's nice to be back again and so am i, the guys are all thrilled to be here."

I said winking at him.

"would you happen to have some spare time before we go on?"

He asked slowly, hopeful. I smirked at him.

"Are you asking for something specific Mr stradlin?"

He sent me a knowing look. I knew exactly what he wanted. It's the same thing he wanted the last few times Id been around the band. we hadnt exactly established much but it was fun to mess around when we could, and now that i was back officially in LA i knew id be spending more time around gnr. i knew id be spending more time around izzy...

"Well no, of course not, seeing as we are just two friends that like to have some privacy away from people every once in a while."

He said, looking around at the few Roadies walking past us. I laughed a little bit at how shy he was about it. How someone could be so forward yet so disconnected had me for a loop.

"What do you say I go help you tune your guitar? It looks like it could use it."

I suggested, pointing behind me with my thumb up. He cracked a smile and nodded.

"I think you're right. I'd appreciate the help. Like a lot."

He said, sending me a more serious look, brow raised.

"What are we waiting for then?"

I said, turning and walking with him at my side.

"So, how have you been? I feel like I only see you at meal time and even then we don't get to talk much."

I blushed a little that he would ask. We'd been kind of casual since the tour began but didn't do like dates and stuff so it was nice being able to just talk.

"I've been good, just busy. And you?"

I asked, looking over at him as people walked around us, calling my boys for show time. That meant we had about thirty minutes of free time.

"I've been good, kinda missing you if I'm being honest."

He said a little bashfully as I held the dressing room door open. It was for the band I worked for and I figured they wouldn't need it till after their set.

"It's nice that you think of me."

I said softly, watching him take his guitar off his shoulder and setting it on the stand by the door. He looked back at me and sent me a crooked smile.

"Is that a crime?"

I laughed a bit, walking slowly to the vanity on the opposite side of the room.

"Well no, of course not, but what do you think of me? Am I still just a friend?"

He stepped closer, holding his hands at my sides and trapping me against the wooden table.

"Would you like to be more?"

He said lowly. I couldn't quite tell if he was serious or if he just wanted to fuck.

"More than this?"

I asked before leaning forward and catching his lips in mine. He kissed me back passionately, his one hand moving to cup the side of my face. He hummed against me before pulling away.

"Something like that."

He said a little breathless.

"I think I could manage that."

I said softly. I still wasn't exactly sure if he meant it or not. He kissed me again, grabbing me around the waist and lifting me onto the table. I gasped at the sudden movement, looking at him like he was crazy. He smirked at me before kissing my jaw.

"You're cute."

He said, running his hands slowly up my thighs, pushing my skirt up.

"Thanks, I try."

I said nonchalantly, leaning into him as he kissed across my neck, my hands Tracing lightly up his arms.

"Oh I know you do baby."

He said, working his way up my legs, pulling me to the edge of the table. His lips connected with mine again and I moaned into his mouth as he pushed his hips against me.

"Izzy."

I sighed out as he began rubbing his thumb over my panties.

"Tell me you want me."

He said against my neck, slowly moving down to kiss along my collar bone.

"God I want you so bad."

I said, tangling my fingers in his soft hair, my other hand trailing down his exposed chest. He pushed his thumb against my clit, his other hand moving to undo his pants.

"How much time do we have?"

He said pulling away to get his pants down enough. He looked up at me for a second and I pulled him in for a short kiss.

"Twenty minutes."

I said and he smirked at me.

"We've done it in less."

He said a little cocky. I laughed a little bit, looking down and watching him stroke himself gently.

"You ready?"

He asked, looking up at me. I bit my lip and nodded, readjusting myself and pulling my panties to the side.

"More than ready."

I said in a low voice. He caught my lips in his as he pushed into me and I gasped. He instantly shoved his tongue in my mouth and began exploring as he pushed in and out of me. I pulled his hair tight in my fingers, dropping my other hand to the table below me to steady myself. he groaned against me and pushed into me harder making me drop my head back against the mirror. He took that as an invitation to explore my neck some more, pounding into me as he did so.

"Fuck, Jeff."

I moaned out, hearing him pant against my ear.

"Say it again."

He demanded, moving to circle my clit again.

"Jeffrey!"

I whined out and he grunted, shoving his face against my shoulder and resting it there.

"Fuck y/n."

He said through heavy breaths as he kept moving. Then he bottomed out and I wanted to scream.

"Oh my God!"

I said, making him slap his hand over my mouth. He hit something in me that drove me crazy.

"Keep quiet baby girl."

He said coolly against my ear. I gripped the table tightly as I clenched around him, closing my eyes shut as I felt my legs quiver against him. He pushed into me a few more times before pausing and moaning. I felt him twitch inside of me as he dropped his forehead to my shoulder again, the hand that was at my mouth falling gently to my other shoulder. We both breathed heavily for a minute, trying to catch up with ourselves. When he looked back up at me he kissed me roughly and pulled out of me, shoving himself back in his pants and tucking his shirt back in.

"Thanks for that."

He said, reaching into his back pocket for his cigarettes. I pulled the pack of matches out of his front pocket and lit one, holding it out to him.

"Don't mention it."

I said, watching him take a drag. God he was so hot, all flustered and disheveled. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him back to me, taking his cigarette and putting it between my lips.

"I Thought you hated smoking."

He said lowly. I raised a brow and took a drag, inhaling and holding my breath. Then I pulled him closer and kissed him like my life depended on it, letting the smoke pour into his mouth and out both our noses. When he pulled away he looked down at me and smirked.

"Hot."

Was all he said, taking the cigarette from me and putting it back in his mouth. I watched him as he looked in the mirror behind me, trying to fix himself. I placed my hands on the edge of the table and pushed off, falling to my knees as soon as my feet hit the floor. Izzy looked at me so worried as I knelt before him laughing. He knelt down with me.

"Oh my God are you okay?"

He asked but I kept laughing, nodding yes.

"Are you sure?"

He asked, gently touching my arm.

"Yeah iz, but maybe we should take it easy next time. Holy shit."

He laughed and helped me stand right this time. My legs where still Shakey though.

"Guess I really know how to give it to ya."

He said winking at me and I nudged him with my elbow.

"It may feel nice but I still need to walk."

I joked and he shrugged.

"You sure about that?"

He said, moving and picking me up bridal style. I yelped at the sudden movement and held into him tightly.

"Izzy put me down!"

I called as he carried me over to the small couch, plopping me down onto it.

"Look, now you can take it easy."

He said, crawling up on top of me. I laughed a little bit and shook my head at him.

"You are crazy."

I pointed out and he smiled down at me before kissing me gently.

"Only for you babe."

[shhh-no-ones-home]

skeleton key slash x reader

+++++++++ i wanted something cute and fluffy but ive been in a mood lately so here ya go lol, its kinda cute and fluffy but starts a little disconnected and stand-offish

i edited this but if i missed anything sorry lol

Song: ill always be around by waterparks

tag list: @cynic-spirit @satans-arse @slashscowboyboots @smokeandmirrorz +++++++++

i sat against the wall of the dressing room and swirled the unopened bottle of beer against the tile floor in front of me. it made a mesmerizing sound as the glass scraped against the linoleum. it was the only thing really keeping my attention. it had been a rough couple of days and i wanted nothing more than to feel normal again.

i watched slash slide down the wall out of my peripherals, hearing him sigh as he hit the floor with his full weight. we sat in silence until i broke my trance, opening the bottle finally, i just stared down into it. slash cleared his throat but i didnt look at him.

"You okay?"

He asked, nudging my arm with his elbow. I took a quick swig of my beer, making a sour face at the taste.

"As okay as I usually am."

I sighed out.

"So not very?"

He asked, sending me a look. I looked over at him and shrugged.

"I'm sure things could be better but I'm living life one day at a time."

He shook his head.

"That's no way to live."

i sighed again, taking another drink.

"is it ever?"

he hummed.

"well no, but whats been up lately? you haven't really seemed like yourself."

i took another swig.

"havent i?"

i asked, raising a brow quickly. he frowned at me.

"none of us think so. the rest of the guys have noticed it too. you arent the same as you were a week ago."

i sighed, dropping my head back into the wall and looking to the ceiling.

"im lost."

he looked a little confused.

"youre lost?"

i looked over at him, watching his hair as it fell into his face.

"i dont know, my mood just tanked all of a sudden. i have no drive, i dont want to do anything. the only reason im here is because i have to be."

he tried to examine my face but i was on the whole expressionless.

"you couldve stayed on the bus, not that it wouldve helped, but you couldve."

i let out a short laugh, bringing the beer bottle to my lips.

"i thought getting out wouldve made an impact, ya know, keep myself busy to forget about it."

He nodded.

"it didnt."

I said and he sighed out, pinching the bridge of his nose. i looked back ahead of me, staring at the wall. we sat in silence for a bit until he shot up, drawing my attention and looking at him like he was crazy. he offered his hand to me.

"come on."

he said, more chipper now. i raised a brow.

"what?"

he shook his hand, wanting me to take it.

"come on, get up. we're going on an adventure."

i drew my brows before reluctantly taking his hand, setting my beer on the ground where i was just sat.

"where are we going?"

i asked as he pulled me out of the room and into the hall.

"It a surprise, but you have to come along to find out, thats why its an adventure."

i followed closely behind him, still unsure about the situation he was dragging me into. he walked comfortably down the hallway, looking from room to room as we went. i just watched him, trying to figure out what he was really after as we moved further into the venue. he nodded to the venue workers as we passed them, his grip on my hand getting tighter, making it known to them that we were attached. he relented as he ducked under pipelines and around mic stands. suddenly i was forced into someone.

"hey! watch where youre going!"

i heard as i looked up with wide eyes. in front of me was a large bald man with a stern gaze and i suddenly realized i was no longer tethered to slash. i looked to my suddenly empty hand in panic before looking back up the man.

"whats your deal?"

he asked, harshly. i looked around but the curly mess of hair was nowhere to be found. i breathed deeply.

"do you speak or are you just here to get in the way?"

the man said a bit louder. i jumped.

"no, i, i, uh-"

i stuttered out. he looked like he was waiting for an answer.

"you just gonna stand there looking stupid with your hand in the air or are you gonna move out of my way?"

he grunted out. then my hand got snatched away from me and i looked to slash with relief.

"sorry dude, i guess i lost my girl."

he apologized, pulling me to him. the man watched us as slash led us away from the man.

"keep her on a leash or something! i dont have time for road blocks!"

he called after us. slash waved his hand in the air.

"will do man."

he said before looking at me like 'yeah right' and making me giggle. slash looked around before ducking into an empty room.

"dude i thought id lost you there for a second. i saw one of the crew and went to squeeze your hand and i realized youre hand wasnt in mine anymore."

he let out a nervous laugh.

"it looks like i found you just in time though cause that dude looked like he meant business."

i nodded in agreement.

"yeah that was kinda scary."

we both laughed a little at the situation.

"but i found this place."

he said excitedly. i looked around, it was dimly lit but the furniture looked much better than the dressing rooms we were in. part of me wondered if it had been an office at one point but was now a storage room. i looked up as the light flickered overhead.

"spooky."

i said happily, raising my brows at him.

"well, im glad you like it cause i set this up for us."

i drew my brows as he took my hand again and led me around the bulky couch in the middle of the room. my mouth dropped at the layout of food, wine, and candles on the floor; all of it arranged on top of a black blanket.

"where did you get all of this?"

i asked, a bit shell-shocked. he half smiled at me, rubbing his arm.

"Well, i noticed youve been down for a bit and wanted to do something nice. i also figured we had a decent amount of time before the show starts so i went out and got this stuff earlier with a little help from duff and he helped me set it up. all i had left to get was you."

i could feel tears stinging my eyes. no one had really ever done anything this nice for me before and it made my heart ping. He really new what to do to make me feel better, he always did. i sent him a smile before pulling him in for a hug. he held me tightly to him, burying his face into my neck.

"thank you, slash, it means a lot."

i whispered against him. he pulled away and helped me sit.

"i wasnt sure exactly what you would like but we asked the lady at the shop down the street what she would want and thats just kinda what we got."

he said bashfully. i leaned over and kissed his cheek quickly.

"its great. really. it is."

i reassured as he started pouring two glasses of wine. he cleared his throat as he handed me one of the glasses.

"i, uh, also had a question for you while we're here."

he looked down at the blanket, and i almost thought i saw a small blush on his face but it was hard to tell in the low light.

"ask away."

i said raising  the glass to him in cheers and taking a sip. i watched as he swirled the liquid around in his own glass.

"well, i was wondering, if maybe youd want to go on a date with me. like officially."

i smiled widely at him.

"id love that."

he gladly returned the smile.

"great! i mean i know weve kind of gone on a date before but it wasnt legit, and yes i kind of blame axl for ruining that one-"

i laughed a little bit, shaking my head.

"lets call it a trial run."

i said, making him laugh too.

"well then i already feel more comfortable."

he clinked his glass against mine in cheers.

"same here."

i took a sip before setting the glass down and resituating to sit with my legs crossed under me.

"now, lets see what that lady made you buy."

i joked, prompting him to move the little basket he had acquired closer to me.

"dont blame me if its terrible."

he said through a laugh. i sent him a warm smile.

"thanks for this slash, you really know how to make a girl feel better."

he nodded.

"no, i know how to make you feel better, and i wouldnt have it any other way."

it was my turn to blush, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks at his words.

"im glad you have the thing that opens the door to my emotions or else this tour would be much harder."

i noted, taking a small box out of the basket and setting it next to me. he snorted.

"like a skeleton key to your happy place."

he said. i nodded.

"exactly!"

he laughed a little bit before taking another sip of his wine.

"you have no idea how happy that makes me."

he said, leaning back in his spot. i leaned over, close to him.

"the feeling is mutual."

i said lowly, watching his eyes flicker to my lips.

"can i kiss you?"

he whispered out, looking back to my eyes. i nodded. his hand found its way to my face, caressing my cheek gently. like a slow motion film, he moved forward, it felt like every anticipation building inside me before our lips finally met. it was soft and warm and he tasted like the wine. when he pulled away i felt like my home had been ripped from me and i missed it immediately.

"cant wait for that date."

he laughed out and i couldnt help the amused look on my face.

"likewise."

[shhh-no-ones-home]

tomorrow never comes chris motionless x reader

+++++++++ Kinda obvious but A.U. she kind of edited but if i missed anything sorry bout it lol. sorry ive been gone so long but i hope you guys like this!

Lost of blood, shooting, death, and vomiting so be prepared lol

Song: just one yesterday by fall out boy

tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @svintsandghosts @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @theoneandonlykymberlee @thisplace-ishaunted @lifeisabitchandsoareyou @satans-arse

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I knew right from the start that this wouldn't work. Last a while, maybe, but not forever. I would die eventually, and he, well he would move on. Like he always did. It was evident in the way he moved around, laughing at the way us humans lived such short and fragile lives. Half of me wanted to get in on the joke but I couldn't. I was one of them after all. At the end of the day he was making fun of me. Me. of all people. The one human he said he'd never even thought twice about. That is until today.

It had been a fairly calm day if I do say so myself. I woke up with the intent to put my house together. It had been so long since I'd been able to clean it. I had been out with him most nights this week after all. Hell I'd been out with him most nights the past few weeks. He took me to some of the most beautiful and haunting places. But of course Saturday hit and it was time to dust and vacuum and of course do the dreaded dishes. I hated the chores, much like everyone else. It was another thing he could sit back and laugh about. How could we waste so much time of our short and miserable lives scrubbing floors and wiping windows?

It was all jokes until today. And yeah maybe I had made fun of him just as much as he did me but he was immortal after all. But What did he know about our lives? What did he know about the reasons we did things? As far as I knew he didn't know any of it. We were just primitive to him. Everyone. Except me evidently. But I only just found that out today.

Today. God what a day. Every intention I had had went out the window as soon as the wind blew my front door open. I thought I'd locked it but I suppose not. A stupid mistake on my part but I'd remember it next time. Oh if there were a next time. This is what was running through my jaded mind as I laid cold on the ground. A large man standing over me with a gun in his hand. I'll never forget the shocked expression on his face when the shot rang through my ears.

He was still staring down at me as I gasped for air. I had no doubt my lung was punctured. That's where it hurt the most, my right side. I heard the floor creak, both of our attention turning his way. God he looked just as ethereal as ever, full black suit like he always wore. It never mattered where we went or what we did together. He always had the suit on. But now it wasn't just the suit. It was something else. Something splayed on his features I couldn't quite make out as my vision blurred. Was i crying? I didn't remember tearing up but I guess the body does odd things when in pain.

Pain. Maybe that's what it was. Or perhaps anger. Either way he didn't look like his usual 'joking about the stupid humans' self. I gasped harshly before coughing up blood. Then I heard another bang, smoke rising from the barrel of the robbers gun. I watched him stumble backwards before Chris snapped, the man disappearing before my eyes. I shook my head but it only made me dizzy. Within a second he was beside me, kneeling into my left side and grazing his hand over the bullet hole. I hissed at the feeling of his hand against me, the leather gloves he had on were sure to be stained.

"I was gone for an hour. You couldn't stay alive for one damn hour?"

He said slightly annoyed but I could hear his voice break. I couldn't help the laugh fall from my lips, quickly groaning afterwards at the pain as the bullet shifted within me.

"You know me, I like to live life on the edge."

I choked out, blinking slowly at him. He shook his head at me.

"And how many times have I told you to be careful about that fragile little life of yours?"

I smiled at him, bringing my hand to his cheek and running my thumb over it.

"I lost count somewhere in the thousands."

I joked and I swear I could see tears in his eyes.

"You're dying, you do know that right?"

I nodded slowly.

"Yeah, but what's it to you eh? I thought we were just playthings."

I dropped my hand, feeling my eyes getting heavier as I coughed up more blood. He looked over my face a few times, worry covering his features.

"You're not. Not to me."

A felt another tear slip down my cheek.

"I'll miss you Chris, that's for sure."

That's when I finally saw it. I wasn't crazy. He was crying too. I thought he said he didn't feel emotions. He couldn't. That's why he said he couldn't stay here, apart from his obvious immortal duties or whatever. But then again what did I know, I was just the idiot that fell in love with a monster. Not that that's what he was to me. he was never anything but beautiful to me.

"I can fix this. Please. Let me fix this. You have to tell me to and I can make this all disappear."

I sent him a small smile, the floor around me getting warmer as my blood poured out onto the kitchen tiles. He sounded so broken. I gripped onto his suit jacket for dear life, it finally setting in. It wasn't a joke anymore.

"I don't want this to end Chris. I don't wanna die like this."

I sobbed out. He nodded at me.

"Please make it go away, please fix it."

I pleaded, reaching up with my last bit of strength to hug him to me. I'd never once embraced him before today. He'd never let me. He'd never let himself get close enough. I closed my eyes and that was it. Everything was gone after that. Me. Dead. In the arms of the man I loved.

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When I heard the ticking of the clock I almost didn't think it was real. I was dead. Or at least I thought I was dead. I could still feel the sharp pain in my side. but then again maybe he'd gotten help. Maybe id been brought back and was laying in a hospital room somewhere. The only way to find out was to open my eyes. So I did.

No. Surely I was going crazy. I was laid across my kitchen table, staring straight up at the light fixture above it. The only thing different was that everything was red. Like it had been illuminated that way or like I was seeing through blood. First thing was first though. My hand made its way to the hole in my side. It was gone but the pain was still there, like a memory. I blinked a few times before sitting up. Huge mistake. I hopped off the table and immediately threw up in the trash bin.

"Oh thank fuck you're awake."

I heard Chris say from behind me. He stood over me and held my hair as I vomited again.

"You're taking this well. Most mortals expell blood."

I drew my brows and went to look at him before the nausea hit me again.

"What happened?"

I groaned out, clutching the bin as he crouched down beside me, stroking my hair gently.

"You died."

I sent him a look.

"Yes, I think I knew that. Or at least part of me did. But why am I here? And why is everything red?"

I said a bit concerned. He sent me a reassuring smile before kissing my forehead.

"You said you didn't want to die, so I made sure you never can."

My eyes went wide.

"I made you immortal. Like me."

I turned and threw up again, groaning. When I sat back up I felt an outrageous burst of energy, standing straight up. Suddenly everything was so much more intense. He stood up too, holding my head in his hands and making me look at him.

"It's going to take some time to get used to but I promise you'll love it."

I felt like a kid on a sugar rush but without the crash. I wanted to run miles around town. That would have never happened before today.

"What did you do to me?"

I said, a little jittery, holding his wrists as he kept me still. He smirked at me. A darkness coming over him

"I made you like me."

I scanned his face.

"And what exactly does that mean?"

He let out a sinister laugh.

"I made you a demon my dear."

He said, pushing my hair behind my ears.

"Better yet, I made you a killer."

He said before snapping his fingers. Behind him was the man. The one that had shot me. He looked outrageously confused, tied to a folding chair in the puddle of my blood. Chris smirked at me before handing me the gun.

"At least I hope I did, or this is going to get messier than expected."

He stood out of the way, pointing his arm to the man to guide me to him. He didn't plead, or cry, or protest. He just sat there and looked at me.

"No more moral code?"

I asked, looking to Chris who nodded at me. I was right, nothing like this ever would have happened before today.

"No guilt."

I said as I pointed the gun at the man's head, point-blank. He closed his eyes as Chris stood behind me, hands at my waist and face in the crook of my neck.

"Isn't the fear just intoxicating?"

I smirked, a sinister laugh emerging from a part of my body I didn't know I had.

"Absolutely maddening."

I responded before pulling the trigger. The man slouched forward, Chris turning me to face him. He had the widest smile across his lips.

"Completely bonkers."

He said, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me into a deep kiss. When he pulled away he had blood across his mouth. He grinned at me and took the gun from my hand.

"We'll make a killer out of you yet my dear."