wasted youth

izzy’s not really a touchy person, specially in public. he’s not a fan of pda; but he always keeps you close. if you’re not right next to him, he ogles you until you realize where you’re supposed to be.

funny enough— a lot of alcohol does make him clingy.

but only when he’s really really really drunk. to the point where he’s on the verge of blacking out (which is pretty often, actually.) you’d find him falling asleep on a table, and when you check to see if he’s breathing, he holds onto you and doesn’t let go for dear life.

obviously if you mention this the day after, he denies completely. too hurtful for his pride— he has a reputation to keep!

he really enjoys matching with you <3 he buys shirts the same colors of your favorite clothing items, so you guys “unexpectedly” match sometimes.

a sweet detail he does; he writes about you all the time. anything that comes to mind, anywhere and everywhere. tiny fragments written on a unreadable handwriting that sometimes make no sense— but they’re always about you.

izzy writes on napkins, receipts, newspaper edges, ripped out pages that are all around his house. everywhere. he never lets you see them if you ask, but he leaves them all over the place to make sure you do.

he loves having you around. not for a particular reason, he just feels more at ease if you’re there. so there’s no discussion when he goes on tour; you’re either going or you’re going.

even when he was full-on an addict— he didn’t like the idea of you being near drugs. as hypocritical as it sounds, he gets really overprotective when people offer you strong drugs at parties, or suggest you try anything that’s not alcohol or weed. everyone picked at him for doing so; but he knows it’s not right, and he doesn’t want it for you.

big gift giver!! but not in a materialist way, more in a— i saw this and it reminded me of you so i bought it kind of way. so let’s not talk about the enormous amount of jewelry you have.

he prefers staying at home, eating leftovers and talking, than dressing up and going to a restaurant. he doesn’t really enjoy going out like that, saying that it’s a waste of energy, money, and gas. he’s a really simple guy.

izzy’s favorite thing to do is making you blush. he really enjoys embarrassing you in public so your cheeks turn red and you have to look away— and he usually has it so fucking easy. he just needs to whisper little compliment, touch you unexpectedly, kiss your neck, and so on.

he really enjoys traveling with you. specially road-trips, izzy loooooooves road-trips. so weekend getaways happened almost every weekend he wasn’t touring.

and he specially likes poorly planned, cheap little vacations. he likes just making a backpack and going away with you, staying at hostels or camping.

you often find izzy staring at you. and he doesn’t stop when you realize he is— he just really enjoys studying your features, engraving them in his mind. if he was good at painting, be completely confident that he could draw you perfectly from memory.

he’s not really good with spoken reassurance, but he finds his ways to remind you that he loves you. and it’s usually by compliments— not a day goes by where he doesn’t remind you how lovely you look, or how beautiful you are.

and the most important headcanon for me,

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

IZZY STRADLIN ENJOYS BEING THE LITTLE SPOON.

izzy stradlin enjoys being the little spoon.

izzy stradlin enjoys being the little spoon.

You didn’t really remember much, but your brain showed you Slash being passed out on a couch with Duff on top of him— he’s only in his underwear as someone is trying to get a funny picture of his ass on Slash’s face. You rub your forehead, biting a laugh as you remember.

Steven rolls away from you in his sleep, showing you his back and you frown. You’re quick to get closer to him, spooning him as you kissed his shoulder trying to gently wake him up. He hums at your touch, turning his body so he’s facing upwards without opening his eyes, so you shift yourself to rest your chin on his chest. Your body moves with his, feeling like one at ease.

He doesn’t open his eyes, but there’s a slight grin on his lips. You gaze at his face— the sweetest features you’ve ever seen hide beneath the blonde, messy; and a bit tangled hair that’s all over his face. So you softly move it aside, curling it up around your index finger as you usually do. Your boyfriend’s hair is one of your favorite things of his; you can’t keep your hands off of it.

“Stevie.” You whisper, caressing his cheeks with your fingers. They gently puncture your fingertips, but they’re still soft. He answers with a groan, furrowing his eyebrows as he slowly woke up.

One of his hands travel down your almost naked body, stopping at your lower-back. “Hi, baby.” He says, and it comes out as a growl. His voice is low and raspy, making you shift yourself as you smile. He laughs— he knows.

Neither of you say anything, there isn’t something to say. It was a usual instance; this is how most of your mornings on your would go. You pull yourself up to kiss him, giving him a little peck before resting your head on his chest.

“Sleep well?” Steven asks as he fixes your hair, putting it behind your ears. You nod without looking at him, tracing lines on his skin with your fingers.

“My head hurts a bit, though.” You complain, looking around the room to see if you had any luck with eyeing a little box of aspirin.

Nope.

He hums, and chuckles afterwards. “It would be weird if it didn’t. You were on fire last night.”

You frowned, and turned around to face him. “Hm?”

“It’s nothing.” He moves his hand to your face, caressing your cheek with a smile on his lips. “You drank a lot, so did I, and we stayed up til’ late.” You glanced at him, looking up and down. His eyes were heavy— barely open.“One thing led to another..”

You rolled your eyes. “Sex doesn’t give me a headache.”

He adjusted himself. “Does it help you make it better?”

As you both laughed, you rolled far away from him on the big bed, and he threw himself on top of you. He started giving peppermint kisses all over your face, being as delicate as he could possibly be.

“You need to shave, jackass.” You laughed and you grabbed his face, keeping him steady. “It tickles me.”

Steven didn’t fight it. “Jackass? That’s a new one.” He muttered when he layed down between your tits. “Maybe I should grow a beard.” You shook your head frantically, making him raise his head. “You wouldn’t love me if I had a beard?” You shook your head again.

When he pouted, you scrunched your nose. “I don’t like beards.”

“But you like me.”

“A little bit.” He smiled. “Just a little bit, don’t get too excited.”

“Well,” He came down to your chest again, laying down flat. “I love you enough for the both of us, so that’s alright.”

You couldn’t help the smile that was instantly drawn on your lips; you truly got the sweetest guy in the whole Sunset Strip. And it had always been like this, Steven was the most loving, gentle, adorable Rock N’ Roll advocate there was.

And when your found yourself drooling over your boyfriends cheesiness, you felt a little burning sensation down on your lower neck.

“Steven.” He hummed without separating himself from your chest, looking up to you. “I’m not gonna be able to wear any cute tops if you pack me up with hickeys, you know.” He babbled something that you couldn’t understand; but he clearly did not care since he didn’t stop what he was doing.

Steven’s fingers were rugged from the drumming, and they felt rough against your skin. After he was done, you felt the plush of his lips against your skin, kissing your breasts, licking wet stripes, and leaving more love bites all over the area. His hands traveled all over your body, feeling the softness of your skin so many times and he couldn’t get enough. You grumble— making a complaint, and he looks up. Your big eyes and your pout speak without words, and he comes up to your height.

You kiss him without a thought. His fingers fiddle with your underwear— waiting for you to ask. But you don’t; too lost in the thought of his tongue inside your mouth, and too focused on the way his breathing is slowly getting heavier as you deepen the kiss. You slowly sit up, grabbing his cheeks to lift him up as you go.

When you separate yourself from him, he’s in awestruck. His lips are swollen, and he’s still sleepy. Truly, something that you could stare at for hours. Days, even. He stares at you in admiration, and you smile.

but hey! this doesn’t mean he’s rude, or cranky. he’s actually a sweetheart with most people (if they don’t get on his way).

and obviously, he has a soft spot for you.

most boyfriends are embarrassed to be mellow with their girlfriends in public, keeping all the cheesy stuff behind closed doors.

not cliff!

he truly doesn’t give a fuck. just in general, really, he never has cared about what people might think or say about him, so as soon as you guys started dating— he’d show you off. he doesn’t have a reason not to! you’re his girl and he wants everyone to know.

and this is connected to his love language; touch. cliff is a very touchy person towards you, but he’s subtle about it. its not like he’s constantly kissing/hugging you, but he likes to keep you close; and feel that you are close to him. hand on your thigh, rubbing your back, caressing your hips, playing with your hair— the list could go on forever. he just feels more calm and comfortable keeping you close.

he asks your opinion on everything he does. if we’re being completely honest, he doesn’t really care about it— nothing you could say would change his point of view.. but he still loves to hear your perspective on anything he can get it from. it’s his way of getting to know you better, little bits of information that help him put together the puzzle that is your mind. and it truly works out!

cliff doesn’t look like the type of person that would put much attention to detail since he’s always in his own world, but he always manages to surprise you with random things he knows and noticed about you.

you often see this in the gifts he gives you. you eyed something on that antique shop you guys went to last month? he got it. you bopped your head to a song on the radio on the ride home? he found out what record that was— got it on vinyl, too.

talking about music! one of his favorites things to do with you, is listen to music. more specifically; to show you different types of records so you can both talk about it. cliff is known for having a wide music taste— from motörhead to kate bush, and loves to discuss the ridiculous minor details that each song has. you were often surprised by his random knowledge, but you were mostly fascinated. his ideal sunday afternoon was you, a brand new music album, and acid.

going back to his unmeasurable uprightness! even though he’s a very likable guy— often being remembered as the cool and nice long haired dude— he doesn’t really have much of a filter. if he thought something was wrong, or he straight up didn’t like something; he won’t hesitate to make sure everyone knows that. so you’d often find yourself having to apologize to people when cliff would randomly flip them off, or yell fuck you’s around the room.

adding his personality, he’s also very witty. cliff is a very wise dude, and he’s also kind of like a child. so the mix of both get you a very funny but also old-souled boyfriend. and he’s also a big talker, so it’s almost like you’re dating a encyclopedia. a bullshit encyclopedia, though. he keeps you constantly entertained by speaking whatever was going on in his mind— because he trusts you enough to tell you whatever he thinks of right when he does.

we all know cliff smokes a bunch of weed. even though than he sees it more like a creative tool than a drug— he also does it for fun. and when he smokes around you, he gets impossibly clingy; if he sees you laying down when he is high— he will get on top of you, and won’t stand up for hours. just laying there; tracing random shapes on your skin with his fingers and talking a bunch of nonsense— interrupting himself once in a while to tell you how much he loves you.

if you bring that up when he is sober, though, he denies it.

As of now, you found yourself waiting on a little room for your boyfriend to randomly appear through the door.

This private dressing rooms were a privilege; they weren’t guaranteed. You both had seen everything while traveling around the us— from sharing a big room with all 5 members to having a space that felt like a full house to yourselves— so you were grateful to have a space for yourself and Duff. A few minutes ago you heard Axl scream his goodbye to the crowd as the show finished, an alarm that warned you you were soon to receive a sweaty tall guy on your door.

And there he was.

“Babe!” Duff kicked his way into the room, allowing all the noise in with him. He looked per usual; hair as messy as it could get, barely any clothes on, smile on his face.

You smiled sweetly at him, standing up from the couch to greet him. “Hi baby!”

He was quick to set his bass aside and give you a kiss, grabbing you by your face and trying to lift you up, making you stand on your tippy-toes. Almost immediately he deepened the kiss, not letting you go when you tried to separate yourself from him. You laughed into his mouth, causing him to smirk. The kiss was equal parts sweet and needy— just like him.

Duff walked backwards to shove his back not so carefully towards the door, closing it and lowering himself down to you. “Good show?” You asked when he slightly slowed the kiss to breathe.

“As always. amazing” He said, going back to what he was doing. You grabbed his hands to guide him to the couch that was next to the both of you, sitting besides him without breaking the kiss. “You always get me so distracted up there.”

“Hm?” You mewled, wanting him to emphasize.

Duff chuckled. “I can’t stop myself from thinking of you— ‘get all worked up over nothing.” You hummed into his mouth, breathing out when you felt his hands travel down your body. “I want you all the time, sweetheart. Every fuckin’ minute, I think of you like this.” He unbuttoned your shorts, swiftly slipping his fingers past your underwear to slide his fingers on your lips. “Aw. already wet? I bet you were thinkin’ of me too.”

You hid your moans inside his mouth; kissing him as a response to his rhetorical question while you gripped his sweaty chest. You were— of course you were, it would be a crime not to be constantly daydreaming about someone like duff. He was always in your mind, engraved. a blessing and a curse, right?

There was a few minutes of “silence”, obscene sounds being the only thing filling the space you shared while he had two fingers inside of you. Your kisses had gotten sloppier; his touch had become quicker.

“Duff..” You breathed out, looking at him with big puppy eyes, and he hummed. Not wanting to beg so soon; you grumbled.

He laughed as a response. “Shh, be calm. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Duff, please.” It is never too soon to start begging, actually. He found it hard to say no to you; he wasn’t mean. He just likes watching you squirm and beg a few times— hear the desperation on your trembling voice. Something that he caused.

So he shifted himself, and you quickly leaned back onto your elbows, waiting eagerly for him to do something— anything. He starts off slow; kissing all over your body from your neck to the hem of your shorts. He takes them off alongside your underwear and throws them into the air; you couldn’t bring yourself to take your lust filled eyes away from his. He kissed the inside of your thighs so softly, and never broke eye contact. Your thighs shook slightly; making him smirk while his lips trailed the way to the top of your mound.

You whined at his action, your patience running so thin you could cry. He’s made you cry before— more than once, just out of teasing. He makes you desire him as much as you possible can, overstimulating you with neediness until you’re begging in an almost humiliating way. And he finally eased your pain; starting to give mouth opened kisses to your cunt and your head fell back, surprised from the sudden action.

You bit your lips trying to suppress the loud noises that wanted to get out of them, and you felt him introduce two fingers again. “Don’t do that. I wanna hear your sweet noises, angel.”

You whined, shaking your head. “Everyone is gonna hear.”

“Let them.” He breathed against your clit, brushing his lips against it as he spoke. “Not the first time.” You heard a little chuckle and you rolled your eyes, embarrassment painting your cheeks a rosy color. The thought of the rest of the members of the band hearing your made you squeeze your eyes, and you unconsciously clenched around him. “Oh. You like that?” He teased as soon as he felt the sensation against his fingers. “I didn’t know that. You want them to hear how I’m making you feel? Want them to picture you coming all over my fingers, hm?”

You moaned as a response, bringing your hands to your tits to toy with your nipples as you felt that familiar sensation run through your body. And he noticed— he could read your body language expertly. The way you’d wince and throw your head back when you were about to cum. He adjusted himself and layed a hand on your tummy; pressing down.

You didn’t need to tell him anything, you both knew that you were close. And he enjoyed it too much; his dick had grown considerably harder this past few minutes and it wouldn’t stop twitching every-time he heard you. He rubbed himself against the couch— the sounds you make bring him too much pleasure and he can’t contain himself. You grabbed a handful of his bleached hair as you rode your high, moaning his name between mumbles and encapsulating his head between your thighs. No place he’d rather be.

He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t plan to, just wants to keep hearing you like this, for hours. And you jab at him— anything your hands can get, arching your back from the overwhelming sensation. “Duff— mmf— ‘S too much! Too much…” You whine, throwing your head back as you feel him eat you out like a starved man. He starts slowing down, only using his tongue to pleasure you now. He looks up at you; studying your face and your sobs as your chest quickly goes up and down. You put your hand on his cheek and pull him up to you, going for a kiss.

And he gladly accepts, kissing you slowly and sensually as you try and bring your breathing back to normal. Duff separates himself from you to put his two fingers he used in from of your lips, making you suck them clean as he watches awestruck.

“Atta girl.” He whispers. “Wouldn’t take you for an exhibitionist, you know.” Duff says when you’re done with his fingers, pulling them out of your mouth.

You roll your eyes, smiling, but slightly embarrassed. “Shut up. Heat of the moment, I guess.”