hiiii can I request a 90s duff mckagan fic where reader is being a brat and embarrases him in front of the rest of Guns N Roses and he gets pissed off and punishes her?
Of course! I’ll try to get it done as soon as possible
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Hey I love your stories! I was wondering if you could write a modern izzy and reader imagine where they reminisce how they met through gnr and through the years with their daughter?
Yeah!! I’ll try and get it started ASAP! Ive got a few other fics so im gonna get those done. Thanks for the request! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
I just wanted to say I love your writing and thank you for writing so many great stories!
Awh!!! Thats so sweet! Thank you so much 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
Im ngl ive felt kinda down about the past few fics bc these past few weeks have been reallly hard mentally, but im really trying my best. This made my day!!!
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Hannah “I’m such a human being” Wicklund. What a pretentious thing to fucking post. Talking about your wealth, your fame and things you can do that your fans can’t to “one up the haters” is such a fucking classy move. Your fans, your boyfriend’s fans are paying $500-$1200 just to come see you and them perform for MAYBE 45 minutes at the most, EQUIVALENT TO A MONTHS WORTH OF RENT OR CAR PAYMENT and you’re talking about eating luxuriously?? Good fucking god miss “I’m a small town girl from South Carolina”
Authors Note: FINALLY have a duff request that makes me so happy like OMG. If you end up seeing this anon, sorry it took me so long but I hope you enjoy!!
Warning: Cockwarming, cussing, breeding kink, p in v, pregnancy mentions (UNPROTECTED)
You were sitting at your desk, zoned in on the article, half-finished laying on the wooden surface. You hadn't even heard Duff walk into your little home office, until he came up behind where you were sitting and stood there for a second.
"Babbyyy," He cooed.
"oh my you scared me," You gasped, turning around in your chair.
"I need your help," He looked down at you, expectantly.
"With what?" You looked up at him with an eyebrow raised.
He looked down at the large tent in his pants, and then back to you. You looked down, discovering the exact problem he had. You rolled your eyes playfully.
"I'm still working," You dismissed him.
"Just sit on my cock," He said, turning your chair back around.
"What like, cock warming?" You blushed.
"Yeah I guess," He said shrugging. "Sit on my dick while you do your work, and then let me fuck you after"
"You sure know what you want," You got up and slid your panties down, now just wearing your skirt, and sweater. Duff sat down on the chair, pulling out his large member and holding it at the base. You turned and sat on his length slowly, exhaling deeply. Duff's hands immediately went to your hips. He turned you back to the desk, his hands kneading at your hips. Your breathing had slowed, but your heart rate had not. Sex was obviously was a norm between you and Duff.
Cock warming was a whole different story though, as much as you didn't want to admit it, cock warming was hot. Duff making you sit on his dick while you do completely and totally innocent activities, it turned you on. What didn't turn you on was the fact that when you did things like this, if you even so much as moved a hair, Duff would make you get off, and get on your knees.
Duff's hands started to roam, his rough fingers gripped your breasts, breathing into your heavily. He slid your sweater off, and unclasped your bra, letting your boobs fall out, his long fingers started to twisted your nipples as his lips pressed against your shoulder.
"Let's go to the bedroom," You caved, starting to stand up.
"No," He pulled you back town into his lips, you let out a little moan. "You have work to do, so finish it"
"But," You protested.
"No, no butts," His dominant voice spoke out. "You need to finish it"
You sighed and continued to work, just about 5 or 6 minutes later you were done. You immediately got off of Duff's length, and turned around to where you were sitting back on his lap, just below his length. You smashed your lips into his, your hands rested on his neck. Your lips moved in sync, Duff's hands held your ass, grabbing it tightly. He stood up, not breaking the kiss, you slowly made your way towards the bedroom.
Duff walked through the door frame, throwing you on the bed. He threw his shirt off and sat in between your legs, he looked down at you. Your eyes found his, you giggled a bit at how serious he looked. He leaned down to press on singular kiss to your nose. Even when he was feeling animalistic, he was still extremely sweet, if you weren't in the mood, he'd go fix it himself, if it hurt he slowed down. Total teddy bear.
"Ready?" He asked, looking into your eyes.
"Yes babe," You whispered.
Duff grabbed his length, sliding it into your entrance, you both groaned. After sitting on him for so long, you were both extremely sensitive. He began to pound into you, his hands gripped your hips tightly, sliding you back and forth on his length. You moaned.
"Fuck baby," He groaned lowly. "turn around and get on your knees.
You turned around, your ass lifted in the air. Your face pressed into your arm, that was rested on the mattress. Duff slid into you again with a bruising grip on your waist. He pounded into you, one of his hands twisted into your hair, tugging it harshly. You moaned into the pillows.
"Look at you taking my cock so well," He growled. "'m gonna fill you up sweetheart, 'm gonna make you a momma."
You moaned into the white sheets again. Your hands gripped them tightly. Duff had always loved the idea of you being the mother of his children. The idea of you with a big round stomach, and engorged breasts, it had WILDLY turned him on, he made it quite clear. You were surprised you weren't pregnant by now, considering how many times you had done it without a condom.
"Duff baby," You whimpered out.
"Yes princess," He panted out.
"Need it," You said, your legs shaking.
"Need what?" He slowed down, but his thrusts remained sharp and deep. "To cum?"
"Yes, please god, please let me cum," You moaned out.
"Fuck no," He gave your ass a hard slap. "You cum when I say you cum, do you understand?"
"Y-yes," You sighed, clenching around him.
Duff gave another slap to your ass, pounding back into you with a hard thrust. He groaned, whispering dirty little nothings into your ear.
"Doing so good, 'm almost there," He groaned into your ear.
With a few more thrusts, Duff legs started to shake, and hips started to falter. The coil in your stomach was burning red hot, you felt as though you were about to burst open.
"Cum with me baby, fuck," He cursed, shooting his hot seed inside of you.
You clenched around him tightly, releasing on his length. You both lay there, panting heavily. You fell on your side, before getting on your back. You giggled as Duff leaned his head on your bare chest, collecting his breath.
"Are you okay?" He asked, genuinely.
"Of course my love," You smiled at him.
"Mkay good," He shifted off of you, grabbing a pair of your underwear, and two of his shirts, as well as shorts for him.
He threw the clothes at you, you slid to the end of the bed, standing up. Immediately your legs buckled under you and fell back onto the bed. Duff laughed. He grabbed the underwear from your hands, sliding it up your legs and slipping them onto your hips, then he slid the shirt over your arms before laying next you, already clothed. You leaned your head on his shoulder and linked your fingers together.
"Duff," You said quietly.
"Hm?" He hummed, looking down at your face.
"Do you really want me to carry your children?" You asked, leaning your head up to look at him.
"Of course I do, I love you so much," He smiled lightly, his hand caressing your cheek lovingly.
{Author Commentary: stuck in during a snowstorm with your roommate Danny, everything is ok... right? for optimal emotions, listening to come out and play by Billie Eilish is an option}
The moment you woke up you’d curled into a tight ball. Your tired mussels protested, but the warmth of where your body had laid as you slept helped the almost numb coldness of your feet. Your nose was practically numb too, so you ducked under your covers. You let out a pathetic little groan to yourself, knowing it was only a temporary reprieve, and that you’d have to come up for air in a matter of seconds. ‘Why is there no efficient way to warm your face?’. Surely enough as your lungs began to protest you had to raise your head and decide how to face the cold of your apartment. Your apartment, where you’d planned to spend your day off doing various lazy, self-indulgent tasks, had a faulty air system at times. And while your landlord had promised to have it worked on before it got cold, the weather seemed determined to prove him wrong.
All you wanted to do was go back to sleep so you couldn’t feel the cold. You considered taking a shower, to feel the full body warmth. However, the thought of getting out, and dealing with wet hair would probably result in you staying in for hours. The resulting water bill was not something you’d want to have to explain to your roommate. ‘How was he coping with the frigid conditions? He's probably layered in his classic sweaters… the cold never seems to bother him as much as it did you, though he wasn’t one to complain regardless…’
The shower was ruled out, but the thought of warm steam on your face gave you another idea. A warm cup of coffee would definitely feel great. You took a deep breath and braced yourself before throwing off your blanket and getting out of bed. You hastily pulled on your thickest sweatpants and pulled a chunky quarter-zip sweater on over your sleep shirt. The oversized collar covered the mouth as you zipped it up. All that was left to to guard you from the cold was tugging on a pair of thick socks and stepping into your slippers.
You hugged your sides, practically waddling down the hall. The warm smell of coffee broke through the cold. You shuffled over to the pot on a mission. You heard a small giggle from the kitchen table and darted a bemused glance at him as you picked up the pot and hastily filled a mug before making your way to the fridge for your coffee creamer. After splashing it in, you put it back in the fridge, briskly closing the door. You leaned against the counter with a huff, half tempted to slide to the floor and curl your legs in. With two sleeve-gloved hands, you raised the mug to your face, letting the steam curl up and blanket it. You took a deep inhale, finally regaining some sensation in your cold nose.
“Wow… they should put you in a coffee commercial.”, Danny’s playfully mocking voice interrupted your moment of relief. You deadpanned over the rim of your mug as you took a sip. “What? I’m just saying, I didn’t make it good enough to warrant those dramatics.” He grinned at you as he spoke, his head tilting slightly. He was trying to break through your sour mood, but you weren’t here for it. “Sorry, I'm kind of freezing cold” you snapped at him, feeling only half-regretful. "Hey, not my fault your body can't heat itself." He quipped back, his smile unwavering. "You're the one with a freakish body, you walking furnace!" a smile began tugging at your lips as your voice raised. He laughed loudly, making you break and join him.
You sighed and rested your forehead on the rim of your mostly empty mug. "I'm… so cold." "Yeah, I'm sorry. I called and all they said was they can't do anything about the heating today." You could hear a sympathetic smile in his voice. "Let's watch a movie or something, I can share some heat.", he offered consolingly. You lifted your head, staring at the window across from you as you considered the offer. It would certainly work faster than your plan of going to your room and burying yourself in blankets. You tilted your head, offering him a small smile and nodding.
He got up and clapped an arm across your shoulders, giving your arm a triumphant squeeze. As you walked with him to the living room, you grumbled again at his chipper mood -and thanked him for the coffee. He just ran his hand up and down your arm creating some warmth. You made your way to the basket of throw blankets. "Get the biggest one- that green one." You pulled it out and turned around to hand it to him.
"-What are you doing?". Upon turning around you'd been met with his bare abdomen as he tugged his sweater off, pulling the hem of his long-sleeved t-shirt up with it. "It'll be warmer, -trust me." He pulled off his sweater and straightened the shirt before taking the blanket from you. He handed you the remote to the TV and draped the large blanket across his back, holding the sides out with his hands as he lay across the couch facing out with his arms extended. "C'mere." He beckoned you towards his opened arms. You pulled off your chunky sweater, not that he'd asked, but you understood the logic. The heat would travel faster through two t-shirts.
You quickly settled alongside him, tucking your arms up so you could still work the remote. He adjusted your hair slightly so he could still see over your head, then wrapped his arms and the blanket around you snugly. You sighed at the warmth of his chest against your back already working its magic. You fumbled with the remote a little before managing to point it at the TV. Some corny medical drama lit up the screen, a familiar comfort watch for you. "This good?" "Yeah, fine by me. …You comfortable?" he lifted his head slightly to catch your eye peripherally, seeing the corner of your lips curl up. "Getting there. …Thanks, Danny."
He secured the blanket around you before beginning to run his warm palms along your upper arms, creating some additional heat. Your muscles, which had been tensed from the moment you woke up, began to relax. You pulled the blanket up over your nose for a moment, clasping your cold hands together against your chest.
You inevitably huffed and pulled the edge of the blanket from your face. Another pitiful groan escaped you as you breathed in the frigid air. "Something wrong? Do you get out, make a run to the… ?" Danny's voice was soft and his hands had stilled. "Hah, no, I just…" You sighed again, feeling silly. "...my nose is cold. My entire face is- but I can't warm my nose without smothering myself.". He chuckled softly, the sound echoing through you.
"You can turn over, I mean all the heat's right here behind you." You giggled this time. You set the remote down and began shifting to face him. He raised his free arm, readjusting the blanket over you and leaning back slightly more. You rested the side of your face on his chest and his arm curled around you. His large hand spread across your back, trailing across it slowly. You were more focused on warming the tip of your nose, nuzzling slightly as you settled in. The warm, clean, sweet musk of him surrounded you as your eyes fluttered closed. You unfurled your hand, resting it against his chest. "Oh-" a small sound escaped him "-you are cold.", he said in a slightly teasing tone. "I’m sorry-" "Don't be. Here-" He took your hand and brought it to his hip. He tugged the hem of his shirt up so your hand landed directly against his warm skin. "Have at it." He chuckled as you hesitantly relaxed your hand so it was flush against his back. His arm draped over you again and he tucked his chin over your head.
With your face tipped down he wouldn’t be privy to the color casting your cheeks. You adjusted your arm to a more comfortable angle, your cold hand coming to rest on the center of his back. Your fingertips found the dip in his back along his spine, absentmindedly tracing along it. A small shiver ran through him. His skin prickled and his back curved slightly as he adjusted. You were reminded of just how intimate you were currently being. But neither of you felt the need to acknowledge it. It helped that you weren't face-to-face.
You were soaking in his warmth and your eyes had drifted closed. Your legs had become tangled in his somewhere along the way, keeping him locked to you. "D’you want to take a nap? You're welcome to…" The soft rumbling in his chest was so comforting. "Yeah, I might… could you keep talking?" You heard a small breathy laugh and a smile when he spoke. "Alright…" he paused to think. "Ooh- Lemme tell you about the coldest day in Frankenmuth…"
He rambled on in a lighthearted voice punctuated by the occasional laugh and his hand gesturing against your back when he got to an animated moment. The recollection entailed a story of a much younger him and his best friend Sam making bets about how long it would take for things to freeze, resulting in some ridiculous consequences for them both. You didn't catch all of it, as your consciousness phased in and out.
You didn't realize you'd fallen asleep till a particularly obnoxious ad on the TV pulled you out. Your face scrunched up in annoyance and attempted to burrow further. Danny was warm as ever, and his breaths expanded his chest in a slow even rhythm. Even his heartbeats were relaxed. He must've fallen asleep too. Your eyes fluttered closed as your mind wandered; Had you missed some hilarious twist ending to his story? Had there been other stories? how long had he rambled on till he was sure you were asleep?
Soon enough, you needed to come up for air. When you extended your neck, you ducked your head back so you didn't bump his chin. You blinked as a soft breath hit your face. His sleeping face, merely an inch from yours, came into focus.
Dark, dense lashes rested against his high-peeked cheeks. God, I'd kill for those lashes… why do boys always get pretty lashes… the apples of his cheeks were dotted with scattered freckles that trailed across the strong bridge of his nose. They're so random… they don't even follow a normal freckle cluster pattern… he had one on his lower lip too… just at the bottom, slightly to the right, from your perspective, right where the brighter pink that ran down the center of his lips curled over the edge. Your fingertip trailed along his chin, just under the slightly darker edge of his lip, landing near the freckle. Danny’s lips pursed briefly, causing you to freeze. He seemed undisturbed otherwise.
When you pulled your hand away his lips twitched again. His face inched closer in search of the lost warmth. Your hand hovered for a minute before you laid your warmed palm on his cheek. The tip of your pointer finger grazed over his earlobe, soft, peach-fuzzed, and surprisingly cool to the touch. You imagined warming it between your lips, but of course, dashed the thought nearly instantly.
You hadn't been this close with anyone in a while. You were content being single, no one you’d met had sparked any interest recently, but that didn't mean you didn't feel touch-starved at times. All your thoughts paused as he shifted again. The bridge of his nose aligned with your brow bone, his lips resting on the tip of your nose, warm and soft. Oh, how you wanted to melt into him and press your lips to his. It was just the sleepiness and rare instance of physical comfort, you knew that. And he was asleep, probably thinking about someone else as his lips puckered slightly to peck at your nose. ‘Was he seeing someone?’ You hadn't seen anyone over a lot or noticed any repeat names that would allude to it. It's just unconscious. And as nice as it was, you felt yourself pulling away. You didn't want it if it wasn't his intention. You held his face gently as you shifted yours away.
His eyes began to flutter. A sleepy smile began to form but faded as his eyes fully opened. He'd registered your recoiling, and your hand braced on his cheek, tied together with your eyes widening slightly as he'd opened his. He shifted his head back to give you room to breathe, since you'd apparently been sharing the same air. He cleared his throat, "You feeling better?" Even his first thought being to check on you made it that much harder. You offered a small smile "Yeah, much better." His smile spread as his hand smoothed up and down your back relaxedly. "Good, m'glad." "Thanks for spending your morning on me, 'm sorry if you had things you planned to get done…". His lips pulled to one side as he shook his head, waving off your apology. "Any plans I'd had for today went out the door with this storm and our aptly timed heating malfunction. Besides, there are worse ways to spend a day…" his voice was light and humorous, and you giggled with him briefly. "Yeah, maybe we should do this more often…" You replied in the same unserious tone.
He let out a soft "hmh", simply smiling at you. His hand shifted from your back, moving between you. He reached to gently graze his knuckle across your cheek, shifting a few hairs that had landed there. It surprised you, despite you remembering your hand was still resting on his cheek. “Yeah… we can do this again.” Your heart was pounding in your chest. You hoped he couldn’t feel it.
You cleared your throat. "D’you… have any thoughts about lunch? I should make something -haven't had anything other than coffee yet." “Hmm… I’ve been wanting to try and make that soup from that tiktok you sent me.” Aw, he’d saved it. “The creamy cauliflower and roasted garlic one?” You could practically feel your stomach about to grumble. “Yeah, I think the person also had a grilled cheese with it?” he recalled. “Oh god. Yes. Kitchen. Now!”. He laughed and nodded. “Let's get on it.” You remembered your body was barricading him from leaving the couch. You dropped your hand from his face, bracing it on his chest briefly as you untangled your legs. The bone chilling air of the apartment outside your little cocoon had not changed. When he retracted his arms to allow you to get up it swarmed you, quickly permeating your t-shirt. You got up and quickly tugged on your sweatshirt hoping to lock in some of his heat. Another layer of warmth enveloped you as the large green blanket was draped over your shoulders. Danny stepped around you without a word and proceeded to don his sweater. You watched him for a moment before closing your mouth and heading toward the kitchen.
You secured the blanket around your arms before getting out your large soup pot and placing it on the stove. Danny preheated the oven before getting out a baking tray and beginning to prepare the cauliflower and garlic for roasting. You connected your phone to the speaker and queued a few songs before placing the phone on the counter next to him as an offer to add his own. Once his tray was in the oven the two of you began prepping the rest of the stock ingredients. You usually cooked and ate separately to accommodate your different schedules. But you both loved cooking, and recipe sharing was commonly mixed into your regular texting. It was a pleasant but unfortunately infrequent occasion when the two of you got to cook together. And these days he was gone for longer and longer stretches of time with his band having taken off.
The stove had warmed the kitchen slightly and the smell of roasting cauliflower and that delicious melting garlic filled the air. Danny was standing at the stove stirring the pot as you buttered some bread and sliced the cheese for your accompanying sandwiches. When the oven timer dinged he removed the the tray and emptied the roasted items into the soup. You got the hand blender and plugged it in before handing it to him to blend the soup together. The sandwiches only took a few moments and soon enough you were both filling your bowls and grabbing your sandwiches.
“Back to the living room?”, he offered, looking to you. “I’m kinda tempted to just stay here, the oven’s still warm…” you looked down at it. He paused for a moment, biting his lip, secretly endeared. “...Sounds good.” He started gingerly sitting down, with his back against one half of the stove door, and his plate in his lap. You practically beamed, before sitting next to him, shoulder to shoulder. You giggled a bit at the ridiculousness of the situation as you both took your first bites. The soup was amazing, creamy, savory, and instantly warming you from the inside out. Danny had dipped his sandwich in his soup and made a pleasured groan upon taking a bite. You smiled at him.
“...Thank you.” He turned his head to smile back at you, “Thank you, great recipe find!”. You chuckled, “Not just for the soup, and all your help today… thanks for being here, really.”, you looked down at the food in your lap. Danny’s smile softened at your shifting tone. “Ofcourse I’m gonna be here, where else would I be?” he leaned his knee into yours playfully. “Well I- I know you could afford to live somewhere nicer… and yet you- you continue to stay in this shitty place, god knows why, and basically pay half my rent, since you’re away so much these days…” “Do you… miss me?”, Danny broke his attentive silence. “What?” your eyes snapped up to meet his, that hadn’t been where you intended that to go. “When I’m gone all the time...”, he offered for clarification. His eyes had a noticeable earnesty to them. “Well, yeah of course, but that wasn’t- that’s not the point- I mean, like why are you still here?”. It didn’t come out right, you realized that immediately after the words left your mouth. Danny blinked, before averting his eyes. “Hard to find good roommates,” he shrugged, his voice casual once again.
He resumed eating his lunch like nothing happened. Well, nothing did happen. Not that you could put into words. But you felt the weight of a rock in your stomach. And the questioning, which had started as an expression of gratitude, was intended to ease your guilt of him taking care of you, and staying in this shitty broken apartment with you. All the interesting places he got to go now, but he was always practically giddy to be back after a long stretch. Like he somehow missed this...
Oh.
“Danny…” His name left your lips in a soft, sympathetic tone. He lowered his spoon to look at you. “You miss me…” it wasn’t a question, but he slowly began to nod yes. You'd already said your part; 'Well, yeah of course', but maybe it warranted a rephrasing. "I miss you too… I know I don't exactly show it, but I just… don't want you to feel bad. I'm so glad you're out there living your dream- I don't want you to feel any pressure to tie yourself down…" "I don't feel tied down. I just wish- I don't know, I wish you could be there for all of it sometimes… but I don't want you to feel any obligation either. I was thinking about us getting a better place, but I don't want it to seem like some power trip if I'm paying… you know I've thought about flying you out while I'm on tour, like a million times- but I didn't know if you'd accept, and it felt kinda selfish, ‘cause… I just wanted to see you."
His words were echoing around in your brain, namely the ‘us’ of it all… He’d said it, like you were a package deal, like a single indivisible unit. And his fears weren’t unwarranted, paying a fraction of his rent to stay in what would be his apartment wasn’t ideal. Being at his will when it came to housing, despite knowing he’d never use it against you, was a nerve-wracking thought. But he wanted you, the two of you, somewhere better. Knowing his character, you knew he truly wanted it for you, not just his own comfort. Or maybe it kindof was, maybe he’d at least feel better knowing you were in a better apartment while he was away. The thought of him worrying about you was… unfamiliar, and some unhealed part of you wanted to reject it. Moving together seemed like some sort of promise, certainly a commitment. But just a commitment to remaining roommates.
“...Where were you thinking? -If we were gonna move.”, you finally spoke. His face formed a tentative smile, “Wherever you’re comfortable, could just be a different part of town, closer to your work? -since mine’s always moving.” You let out a small laugh at the last comment, and his smile widened. You felt the warmth of his words fill you and took another bite of your food while you considered. He smiled down at you from your peripheral, leaning his head towards yours. “So, …you’d consider it?”. You let your head lull to the side, resting against his as you smiled down at your legs stretched out side by side. “I’ll consider it.”
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Authors Note: I had to look up what his personality was like, and im still not totally sure like.... How he acts, who he is and everything but I hope you enjoy!!! @jakelinestradlin
Warnings: P in V (protected) cussing,
"Today's been a great day," You looked up at Julian smiling.
"I agree," He grabbed your hand, and held it in his as you both walked through the flower field.
Julian finally had a day off, so naturally, he wanted to spend it with you. You two had gone everywhere today, first he took you for coffee and donuts at your favorite shop, then he bought you flowers from a small stand wedged between two much larger buildings.
After all that, he bought lunch for the both of you, and took it to a park, and that's where you currently were. You had both finished lunch in the car, and had gotten out to find a spot to sit. Julian grabbed a soft blanket from the backseat.
You walked up through the tall green weeds and lay down the blue blanket. Julian layed down on his side, letting his head rest on his hand. He stared down at you, smiling lightly.
"What're you lookin' at Mr." You giggled.
"You," He smiled brightly. "You're just so gorgeous I can't help it"
You blush deeply before pushing him on his back lightly. You lean over him and peck his lips, pulling away quickly. Julian's hand reached up and pulled you back down, pressing his plump lips against yours again. You pulled away smiling. His face quickly changed from loving to nervous. You looked at him concerned.
"are you okay?" You asked, moving to sit on your knees.
"Well I uh," He looked around nervously.
"Oh no don't tell me your leaving me," Your face twisted into a side ways pout.
"No No No," He shook his head, crossing his long legs. "That's not what this is, it's actually opposite."
You looked at confused, "What do you mean?"
He sighed before pulling out a blue velvet box, and opening it, a small diamond ring sat comfortably in between the plush holders. You gasped before looking up at him.
"Don't feel pressured," He looked up into your eyes. "But I really love you, more than anyone else. You're exactly like me, but also totally different, and life with you never gets boring. I want to spend my life with you Y/n, will you marry me?"
Your eyes tear up, you nodded, and hugged him tightly. His long arms wrapped around your torso, you pulled away wiping away a singular tear from your face. Julian grabbed your hand softly sliding the ring onto your finger. His eyes glazed over with happy tears. He kissed you deeply, you moved to sit on his lap, your legs on either side of his body. His hands gripped your hips gently, your hands placed on either side of face. You parted your mouth lightly, letting Julian's tongue sleep in between them, his tongue touching yours lightly.
You pulled away and looked into his eyes. He looked into yours, you both stared at each other for a moment.
"I wanna go home," You whispered, knowing the feeling that was in between your legs.
"Me too," He said quietly, standing up and putting out his hand to help you.
You let him help you up before you flattened out your clothes and grabbed the blanket. You both walked back to the car in silence, but still holding hands. throwing the blanket into the back, you sat down in the passenger side, Julian closing the door for you. He walked back to his side and got in, driving off towards home, his large hand gripped your thigh.
Once you were home, you put the flowers into a vase and set them on the kitchen island, turning around only to be enclosed by Julian's tall form. You gasped slightly.
"You scared me!" You slapped his chest.
"I'm sorry love," He chuckled, before suddenly throwing you over his shoulder and taking you to the bedroom.
You giggled as he threw you down on the bed, standing at the edge of it. You knew what was about to come. You both maintained eye contact as Julian pulled off his shirt slowly. You followed, taking yours off, as well as your green lace bra. His eyes adverted to your chest, smirking lightly. He crawled up to you, kissing you as soon he reached you.
You kissed back, your hands immediately went his neck, gently caressing his skin. He pressed kisses from your mouth to your neck, gently nipping at the skin. He kissed down your plush stomach before kissing your lips again. He leaned over you to the dresser and grabbed a condom before pulling his pants down and letting his member slap against his stomach. You pulled your shorts down with your underwear, and threw them to the side. Julian scooted closer in between your legs and leaned down to kiss you once more.
"Are you ready?" He asked softly, looking into your eyes.
You nodded.
"Words, my love," He ran his thumb over your bottom lip.
"I'm ready babe," You blushed.
He slowly inserted his member, before stopping for a second to let you adjust. He started off slow, delivering slow but powerful thrusts into you. You moaned, letting your arms hook under his, your hands place softly on his back, his face tucked in between your neck and the pillows. His thrusts sped up, your nails dug into his back. He moved, his hands grabbing your legs and throwing them up onto his shoulders, you moaned loudly. Julian's member slid in and out quickly, his tip repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. Your legs began to shake, his thrusts faltered.
"I'm gonna cum!" You moan loudly.
"me too," He groaned. "cum with me baby"
Julian sped up, giving you hard and fast thrusts, you both came with a loud moan, he stayed in place for a moment before kissing you gently. He pulled out slowly, panting heavily. You smiled at him.
"You were amazing as always," He looked at you lovingly, pulling off the condom and throwing his boxers on, throwing you your panties.
authors note: @jakelinestradlin hope this is good!!! Also I'm not completely sure what year this picture is from, but I'm almost 90 percent sure you wanted a some-what modern izzy fic so.... yeah
Warnings: P in V, oral, fingering, use of curse words.
You were sat on the side stage, your eyes glued to your boyfriend of 2 years playing his guitar roughly. You were turned on to say the least, it made you slightly insecure, because you weren't particularly the type to be sexually active, you were in fact a virgin. As a youngling, your mother told you bunches of horror stories about girls losing their virginity, and it set an idea in your brain that it was horrific to lose it. What also made you insecure was the fact that you've been with Izzy for 2 years now, and the farthest you've gone is oral. He constantly tells you that he doesn't mind, and that he wants you to feel comfortable and ready.
Tonight was the night. You were going let Izzy take your virginity. You waited patiently for the next few years, excited to get to your hotel room. Thankfully, you were already on the tour bus, making your way to the hotel room. You hopped the steps quickly, making your way to the hotel room.
"Babe wait," He chuckled, trying to catch up. "Why're you walking so fast"
"I need you Izz," you looked into his brown eyes, slightly nervous, and very, very horny.
"You mean like," He looked down at you inquisitively.
You nodded, he grabbed your hand and started walking towards the hotel lobby doors, not saying another word. You were scared, but you really really loved Izzy, and you knew that he was for sure the one you wanted. Plus, he is a rockstar, so he knows what he's doing.
Izzy gave his name, and in turn, the lady handed him the room key. You hadn't even noticed he was carrying your shared duffle bag. He grabbed your hand once again softly, and you both made your way to the hotel room. As soon as that door shut, you turned to Izzy, standing nervously, and kind of awkwardly. He walked up to you, and put his hands on your arms.
"Is this what you want?" He asked genuinely. "You absolutely do not need to feel pressured to have sex with me, at all"
"I know baby," You smiled up at him. "I want to, I know you'll be gentle and all. I love you Izz, I want you to be the one"
He smiled lightly before leaning down and kissing you. His calloused hands ran down to your waist, gripping you close. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, you parted your mouth. Your hands quickly found his hair, tugging it lightly. He grabbed your ass, kneading it gently, you let out a soft whimper.
Izzy pushed you back a bit, making you fall into the bed, he climbed in between your legs, his hands kneading your breasts. He unbuttoned your black shirt, kissing your neck and collar bone. Izzy's hands snaked behind your back, unclasping your bra and sliding it down your arms. His mouth quickly found your nipples, sucking on the right one, while his hand twisted the left.
You moaned quietly, your back arching into him. His kissed down your stomach, stopping at the hem of your pants, he looked up at you for permission. You nodded, lifting your hips so Izzy could slide them off. It didn't take long before his tongue was playing with your bud. You moaned, your hand entangled in his fluffy short hair. He chuckled, the vibrations making you moan louder. His middle finger prodded your entrance, before sliding in completely, you gasped. He continued to eat you out for a few moments before stopping, and coming up to look you in the eyes.
"Are you absolutely sure you want this?" He looked at you genuinely. "I don't want to hurt you, or make you feel forced.
"I promise babe," You smiled at him. "I want it to happen"
He nodded and reached for his wallet, pulling out the black little packet. Izzy opened it and pulled his pants down, your eyes immediately looking at his length, even with his age, it was still huge. He sat in between your legs, pulling them apart gently. His eyes looked into yours, asking one last time for permission. You nodded and he leaned down to kiss you, before sliding in slowly. You gasped a bit, you weren't going to lie, it hurt just a bit. He immediately looked at your face, his rough hand coming up to caress your face softly.
"You're doing good love," He whispered.
"Y-you can move now," You said.
He moved his hips slowly, careful not to completely thrust all the way. After a few minutes, you needed more. You were ready for it. Izzy kissed your nose, smiling at you lightly. His arms rested on either side of your body.
"Faster please," You said quietly.
"Hm?" Izzy hummed.
"Faster?" You asked again louder.
Izzy sped up just a bit, still treating you like glass. His right hand went to move your hair out of your face, your eyes were screwed shut, your mouth hung ajar slightly.
"You look hot like this," He chuckled.
You blushed, and leaned your head to the side. His hand moved it back to where it was. You smiled.
"Your doing so so good for me love," He mumbled. "You feel so good"
"Thank you," You giggled, before letting out a small moan. Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth, embarrassed. He grabbed your hand and placed it next to you. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. Your legs started to shake, you moaned, your stomach began to tighten, and with that, you came. Izzy looked at you lovingly and pulled out.
"Did you... you know?" You looked at him, as he was pulling his boxers back on after discarding the condom.
"No, but it's okay," He smiled at you, before grabbing one of his shirts, and pair of your underwear from the duffel bag throwing it at you.
"Are you sure?" You looked at him, before getting up and sliding the clothes on.
"My worry wasn't on me," He said laying down under the covers. "My focus was on making you feel good"
"Well, you definitely did," You blushed deeply before getting into bed. "Y'know, you still got it for an old man"
You giggled, when he looked at you with an unimpressed look on his face.
"Just you wait till your my age," He laughed and pulled you closer to him.
Hi, how are you!? 🤗 I have just started reading your fics and they are so good! My favorites are the Izzy Stradlin ones. I was wondering a if you could take a request? You obviously don’t have to right now or if you don’t want to as I know your taking some rightfully earned time off but I thought I’d ask anyway. 😄
I kinda had the idea that maybe reader could be in a pop/rnb girl group back in the 80’s & she meets Izzy Stradlin at a award show when there is the mixup backstage about dressing rooms & the mixup ends up in GNR and readers’ band to having to share a dressing room. So GNR decide to make the best of it and all the members except for Izzy try to make an effort to talk with the girls because he’s focused on rehearsing for the closing performance at the show (readers group is the opening performance while GNR is the closing.) reader is sorta like Izzy, she’s more so an introvert, being quiet and very shy (at least at first she is until you get to know her) she’s also fairly innocent (she doesn’t cuss/do drugs/ or go to wild parties) but she is also self aware if that makes sense. So when the GNR members notice how quiet both Izzy and the reader are someone from GNR cracks a joke about them being exes (because they haven’t really said anything to anyone and keep glancing at eachother) but one of readers bandmates says it’s because reader has a poster of Izzy on her wall. Reader gets embarrassed and because Izzy finds her really pretty he kinda gets an ego boost but flustered as well & when GNR starts to tease her about itIzzy tells them to leave her alone which reader appreciates and after watching readers’ performance Izzy compliments reader on her voice which Duff overhears and asks Izzy if he has a thing for reader, Izzy doesn’t really say anything to give it away but being Izzy’s friend and bandmate Duff can tell that he does and so he comes up with a plan with the other GNR members to make Izzy jealous by having reader blush at their compliments (can either be each member hitting on her atleast once or a specific member flirting with her) as they are trying to get Izzy to ask reader out. Eventually Izzy gets jealous & fed up and well you can choose what happens from there if you’d like. 😄😊
P.s. If your not interested in writing this out, you can just ignore it. 😄
Best wishes! -Mars
I will ofc write this!! It's a great idea for a fic, it might take a few days, but I will try and get it done asap. Thanks for the request!! <3
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Lately, it's felt as though the whole world has been crashing around you, you spent most of your days laying in bed, or restlessly working to keep your mind busy. Today was different, it was one of your few days off and you decided to bake something for you and mike. Michael unfortunately had to work with the band today, photo shoots, interviews and what not. It was okay though, you knew he'd be home soon.
So there you were, standing in the kitchen with a Christmas apron on, reading the recipe book on the counter. Your eyes scanned over the different measurements, searching for the ingredients you needed. You smiled lightly and grabbed everything you needed and started to make the cake. You mixed in all the ingredients your arms started to get tired so you took a breather and grabbed a beer from the fridge. You went back to the batter and poured it into the pan, before opening the oven door.
"jesus," You said to yourself, feeling the heat cloud your face.
You slid the dish on to the rack, your arm lightly gazing the top rack. You quickly set the pan down and hissed. You ran your arm under cold water for a moment, before setting a timer for 25 minutes. grabbing your cigarettes, and jacket you walked outside, lighting up one of the long cancer sticks and smoking it. You looked out at the snowed up back yard, smiling lightly. Winter has always been your favorite in London. You walked back inside sitting on the counter and swinging your feet lightly. You zoned out, thinking about Michael and whatever else you were thinking about.
You were so deeply zoned out that you hadn't even heard the alarm go off on the stove, until you started to smell burning. You gasped jumping down and opening the oven, and grabbing out the scolding pan with oven mitts. You sighed, what else could go wrong?? You suddenly had an idea pop into your head, you scooped out a part of the cake, seeing that the inside wasn't burned at all. You walked to recipe book and flipped, trying to find a recipe for cake balls, your eyes glistened as you found a recipe.
You continued making the cake balls, setting them onto plates and shoving them in the fridge. A few hours later after letting them cool, you excitedly walked back into the kitchen, looking at the finished product. You wanted to try them, but decided to wait until mike got home.
A few minutes later, Michael walked into the house, you ran up to him and smiled.
"Hi my love!" You hugged him tightly.
He smiled down at you. "Hi sweetheart."
You pulled away and lead him to the kitchen, giggling. Pulling out the plate of chocolate covered cake balls, you smiled brightly. Michael's eyes glistened. With two strides he walked up to you, and grabbed one. You grabbed one as well, popping it into your mouth. Within the first bite, your face contorted.
You had used salt instead of sugar.
You immediately spat it out in the trash, Mike doing the same. Your eyes began to well up with tears.
"What's wrong my love?" He grabbed your face.
"I just wanted to have a good day," Your bottom lip quivered.
"oh baby," He pulled you into a hug.
"I'm so tired of being sad," You sobbed into his chest. "I burnt myself, I burnt the cake, I can't even make one simple thing go right."
"Hey now don't talk like that," He pulled you from his chest, grabbing your cheeks softly once again. "You make a lot of things go right, your so good at so many things love. You're great at baking, it's just one little mess up."
"I'm sorry.." You said quietly. "I don't want to stress you out"
"You aren't stressing me out baby," He kissed your tears away. "This is what I'm here for. I'll love you no matter what, through every up and down."
You smiled lightly and kissed him. Wiping away your tears, you went to throw away the cake balls before Michael stopped you.
"You know, it'd be funny if we gave those to the guys," He giggled mischievously.
You giggled and set the cake balls back in the fridge. Mike grabbed your hand and lead you to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around your legs, leaning his head onto your stomach.
"I love you so much y/n," He said looking up at you.
"I love you so much too Mike," You said smiling back down at him.
He pulled you to lay next to him, putting your head on his chest.
THE END, i hope you enjoy anon, sorry if this isn't the greatest!!
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