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SUBBY IZZY. I'M TALKING MOMMY KINK. EVERYTHING. PLEASE SUBBY IZZY.

A/n: I love subby men, they're just so pretty, so I hope I made this good for you <3

Warnings: Smut, face sitting, bondage, squirting, sub/dom dynamics, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

I need to talk about this picture for a second Idk why there’s a dog but I it makes it better, the dog looks like it’s trying to make Izzy proud??? Is it scared of him??? Is it trying to be like him??? idk and idc, it’s just aksjsndh. thank you for coming to my rant

You and Izzy met after a Guns N’ Roses gig, one in a bar since they were just starting out. You and Izzy got to talking by the bar after, he offered to buy you drinks but also mentioned that he didn’t have any money.

Your relationship was friends with benefits, and more than one. Since Izzy didn’t have a house you let him live with you free of payment. Any money payment, that is.

Instead of money he’d pay by being your little toy once a week, sometimes more. You had rules set in place so no one got hurt, of course, but you had more than enough fun with him.

Guns had gone on a quick tour and Izzy left without a final payment, meaning he was late and you were needy. He came right back as if nothing was wrong, unlocking the door ready to tell you of all the fun he had when he paused.

You were standing in the doorway to the bedroom in a set of black red lingerie, holding black rope in your one hand while the other rested on your hip. The sight alone had Izzy hardening in his pants and he rushed into the apartment, eager to make it up to you.

You tied his wrists behind his back and laid him down on his back on the bed. “You remember our safe word, don’t you?” You asked, tilting his head up to look at you with a finger under his chin. He nodded excitedly with a wonky smile. You gave him a light slap across his face, not enough to really hurt him. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes! Yes, I-I remember.” You nodded and rubbed the pinkish spot on his cheek.

“Good boy, now be good for mommy.” You moved to hover over his face, having already taken off your panties so he could eat you out properly.

His tongue delved into your, his nose hitting your clit every time you moved your hips. You kept most of your weight off of him at first but as you got closer, needier, you let yourself use him.

Izzy was whining beneath you, tears trickling down his cheeks. Your one hand was in his hair, the other held onto the headboard for stability while you rode his face. “Fuck! Fuck, good boy, such a good boy letting mommy have her way with you.” You moaned, feeling your high getting closer.

You took your hand out of his hair and used it to rub your clit, bringing you over the edge. You pulled yourself off of him, Izzy gasped, finally being able to breathe again. It was short when you squirted on his face, essentially waterboarding him.

You laughed at his wet face, moving down his body and kisses over his neck and chest. He looked up at you with nothing but love and lust. He didn’t care what you did to him so long as you weren’t ignoring him, he loved everything you did to him and he couldn’t get enough.

“Mommy-mommy, please, let me cum, I-I’ll be good.” He said, squirming under you. “I’ll be your good boy.” You thought about it for a moment, thinking of all the ways you could deal with him.

“Good boys pay their debt.” You said with a devilish grin. Izzy whined but you could see it in his eyes he couldn’t be happier to have you take care of him.

After all, he left without paying on purpose. He wanted to see what punishment he’d get.

One Plane Ride Later (Duff McKagan x Reader)

Pairing: modern!Duff x reader

Words: 1546

Request: @anygnr​ : “Hi i love your writing and I would like to ask for one with Duff McKagan at the current age, anything you want, sorry for the bad english❤”

Summary: Sitting next to Duff on a plane by chance and talking music :) Thanks for the request and patience, love!

Taglist: @ubernoxa​ @the–blackdahlia​ @reigns420​ @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker​ @rumoured-whispers​ @born-to-lose​ @lost-in-the-80s​ @teasid​ @petals-and-bullets​ @ginny-rose-sixx

This was the second time you had subtly done your best to readjust in your seat without bothering the man next to you. Of course, that proved to be extremely difficult on an airplane.

You made the mistake of glancing over at him to check and make sure he didn’t have an expression of annoyance on his face—that was the last thing you wanted from this man. Your heart jolted; he was already looking right at you.

Oh god! You thought, giving a sheepish smile as you quickly averted your eyes. You felt yourself begin to sweat despite the personal air conditioning blowing onto your face from above.

“Everything alright?” Now, the man was speaking. His voice sounded exactly the same as the million times you had heard it before, only this time it wasn’t on some interview clip or a song. No, he was speaking to you.

“Huh—oh, yeah!” You replied quickly. His eyes lingered on you, polite and open to conversation and you felt the need to explain yourself. “I, uh, just can’t find my headphones. For the flight.”

“Oh. Bummer.” He replied, before he glanced down at his lap. “Well, hey, we can both share mine.”

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Can you do a fem!reader x Izzy Stradlin where the reader gets Izzy to try a strap on. At first he acts like he doesn't like it but then he starts to really get into it. The reader goes a little rough by like pulling his hair or pushing his head into the pillow, making him look at her while he begs for her to go softer. With some use of a mommy kink too please!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

A/n: Became self aware while writing this, might die later, haven’t decided yet

Warnings: Smut, pegging, begging, mommy kink, face riding, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Izzy let out a heavy sigh and brought the bottle to his lips, taking a swig of Jack Daniels. “I’m not ready for this.” He mumbled.

You chuckled and shook your head, arms wrapped around the one he used to hold himself up on the bed. “You’ll be fine, you just need to relax.”

You were both naked in your bed, Izzy had agreed to letting you peg him but only if he was wasted. This was his second bottle and it was almost empty. “I can’t relax with that thing staring at me.” He said, nodding to the black dildo that stuck out of the blankets, base attached to your strap.

You waved him off. “You’ll be fine, just let mommy take care of you.” You teased, taking the bottle from him and setting it on the bedside table.

Izzy heaved a sigh again and moved to his hands and knees. “And if I say cinnamon?” He asked, looking back at you.

“I’ll stop, I promise.”

“Fucking better.” You rolled your eyes at his grumbling and squirt some lube onto two fingers, he’d already been prepped but you wanted to be safe. You smeared the cold substance over him, plunging your fingers into his hole and making him gasp.

You planted your hands on his hips and pushed into him, pulling his hips to yours and pausing, letting him adjust to the stretch before you started moving.

It wasn’t long before you started hearing him moan. He bit his lip to silence them but they kept coming. “See? It’s good, isn’t it?” You asked, rubbing up and down his sides in a soothing gesture as you rocked your hips into him.

"Shut up." He grunted, voice shaky as a moan tried to escape him. "Just go faster."

"Oh?" You mused. "Is that so? Poor puppy wants mommy to do faster, huh?" He huffed, shooting you a look. You snapped your hips into him and got to see his eyes flutter, the way they crossed ever so slightly. "Mommy's feeling nice, don't you worry, sweetheart."

Izzy's arms gave out when you sped up, forcing his face into the pillow below. It was enough for Izzy and he stopped manually muffling himself, unfortunately for him it wasn't a very thick pillow.

You heard every whine, every moan, all those little whimpers and begs for more, aching cock dribbling onto the towel you put underneath him before you even started. He thought it was stupid but you promised he'd be creaming by the time you were done with him. You loved keeping your promises.

"Oh-oh god, please, mommy, I-I can't- I can't take it anymore, please!" He cried, desperately trying sit himself up so he could look back at you. Deciding to help him you grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him back.

"Yeah? What is it, sweetheart? Mommy needs you to use your words, can you do that for her?" You asked, tone mocking while he sniffled and whimpered.

"I-I- oh god- ngh ah!" He cried. His perky cock rested against his abdomen, beating an angry red and leaking pre all the way down until it dripped off his balls. "Cum, can-can I cum? Please, mommy." Your brows raised at that. You called yourself mommy, Izzy had called you that on occasion but only as a joke, he was never begging you, all snot nosed and needy.

You let go of his hair and let him fall back onto the mattress. "Roll over." You ordered. "Mommy wants to see puppy's pretty face when he cums on her cock." You said, pulling out just so he could move onto his back, hands pre-emptively going to the pillow, stained with tears, under his head to have something to cling onto.

Your hands went to his thighs, you could see he was thinking the same as you. Time and time again you found yourself in this positions, hands on thighs and pillows, crying and begging for more. Usually it was the other way around, which made this weird, not weird, really, but... different.

You smiled down at him, leaning down to kiss him. "Mommy's gonna make her good boy cum, don't worry." You said, bringing a hand up to push his hair out of his face, a few strands still sticking to his forehead from sweat. "And then you'll make mommy cum, how about that?"

He nodded eagerly. "I-I promise, mommy." He mused, swallowing thickly, not from nervousness though.

You smiled down at him and sat up straighter. "Good boy, I'll hold you to that, you know." He didn't care, he was a cockdrunk slut, reaching for a high.

You rocked and rolled your hips, setting that same brutal pace as before, snapping your hips into his and hearing those sounds bounce off the walls and right back onto your ears, he didn't even try to hide them anymore, he wanted you to hear him, wanted you to hear how good you were making him feel.

Izzy reached for yours in a desperate moment, forcing your attention away from his puffy hole sucking you in to his wet cheeks and red eyes, pout tugging at his lips. "Mommy-mommy, please, lemme cum, m'so close, lemmy cum!" He pleaded, weakly tugging on your hand.

You chuckled softly and nodded. "Be a good boy and let it out, let it all out for mommy." You mused, letting go of his hand to stroke his dick, making him gasp loudly.

You watched his eyes roll back into his head and his back arch off the mattress. You heard him go silent and saw the spurts of cum shoot from his slit and onto his stomach and chest, shifting with every heave of breath he took in.

His jaw stayed dropped the whole time as he stared into oblivion, taking in the pleasure as it racked his body. He swallowed and brought his hazy eyes back to you once he came down from it, a tired smile spreading over his face. "Thank you, mommy."

You smiled back at him undid the strap wrapped tightly around you, doing your best to keep the dildo in him. "Don't thank me yet, sugar, you still need to fulfill your end of the bargain." His brows furrowed slightly but quickly widened when he realized what you meant as you moved up the bed, hovering over his face.

His whining and crying only spurred you on as you rode his face, his tongue buried deep in you, nose bumping your clit while you held onto the headboard for stability. Feeling that knot in your gut tightening, ready to snap, your moans got louder and you heard every whimper from Izzy, the sensations it sent through you were heavenly, with that toy still buried deep inside him every twitch was painful with pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, you're so good, such a good boy for mommy!" You moaned, head falling back as you felt the strings of the knot coming undone. Izzy's hands were on your thighs, squeezing them so tightly while you bounced on his face.

You called out for him as you came, hips not stopping and you sat your entire weight on him, suffocating him, not that he cared, neither did you, not in the slightest.

You moved off of him, breathing heavy. Izzy slowly sat up next to you, pulling the dildo out of him and tossing it on the floor. He curled up next to your side, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you tighter to him.

You chuckled and swatted at him. "Don't try and act all tough guy, you were the one begging mommy to let you cum." You teased, kissing his cheek.

Izzy snorted but had no reply. He was tired and nuzzled into you, kissing your cheek. You heard his breathing get softer and softer until he was asleep against you.

you search any character x reader AND MAJORITY OF THE CONTENT IS SMUT… like yeah i love a smut when im feeling it but i want gut wrenching, HEART ACHING, nauseating fluff. like its so fluffy that you’re like wtf this is actually kinda cringe but like it’s sooo good at the same time

that girl is more strong than me, I would have already jumped on him

AND HE HAS TO LOWER SO MUCH TO EQUAL HEIGHT WITH HER

the v line.

just it (and everything else

i feel like late 80s/early 90s duff mckagan would totally start out slow with you and maybe even be kinda shy, but as soon as you ask for it, this man would fuck you HARD. like, you have tears running down your face in the best possible way. he’s always making sure your okay with everything that is going on throughout the process though, and he is a consent king. when your done, he cuddles and softly kisses you until you both fall asleep.

this man is like, 6’4” too and its driving me crazy😩

no bc this man is soooo big he’s mouth watering. i bet he’s super soft and gentle w his girl at first for sure. cupping your face lightly when you kiss, rubbing a hand up and down your back lightly. cradling you to him when he fucks you so deep and slow.

but one day he’s so pent up and you can tell he’s holding back and you tell him to fuck you hard. and after some brief hesitation he does and it’s mind numbing. suddenly he’s pulling your hair and ramming you so hard you feel him in your throat. he presses over you and hoists your legs over his shoulders lifting your lower back off the bed and goes at it until you’re crying and yelling for him to keep going, fuck you harder, make you cum.

when you do, your vision whites out and when you come to duff is spilling inside you, hugging you close again just like he does when he’s being gentle.

hii could you do subby 80s duff ? like he has a mommy kink n he’s tied down n stuff andwhatever else you want to do plsss

༞༞𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 '𝚗' 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎༞

Duff was tied down in a seedy hotel room off Sunset, the kind of place where the wallpaper peeled like old scabs and the bed squeaked with every shallow breath he took. His wrists were bound to the headboard with the red patent leather belt you’d taken off with theatrical flair—like it was a show. Because to Duff, everything was a show. The eyeliner. The swagger. The slouch. But not now. Now he wasn’t cool. He was yours.

“Y’know, baby,” you said, cigarette dangling from your lips as you straddled his hips like a throne, “there’s a very specific kind of idiot that thinks being a bad boy makes him a man.”

You took a drag, exhaled slow smoke into his open mouth, and smiled as he swallowed it like he was starving for your air. His pupils were blown wide, hair stuck to his forehead, chest flushed a desperate rose-pink.

“But lucky for you,” you continued, brushing the ash off onto the nightstand without looking, “I like my idiots on a leash.”

“Mommy,” he whined—whined, not said, whined—his voice high and cracked, like he was seconds from sobbing. “Please. I’ll be good. I swear, I’ll be so fucking good.”

You reached down, gripped his chin hard between your fingers, tilted his head up like you were inspecting a broken thing in a pawn shop. “Oh, I know you will. ’Cause here’s what’s gonna happen: I’m gonna sit on that pretty mouth of yours, and you’re gonna thank me for it like it’s a goddamn Grammy. And if I feel one tooth?”

You leaned in, close enough he could taste your lipstick.

“I bite back.”

Duff moaned like you’d punched the air out of his lungs. The veins in his neck popped like guitar strings straining for release. His cock—long, red, leaking down the shaft like a faucet with no off switch—twitched helplessly against his stomach.

“You think I like tying you up ’cause it’s cute?” you asked, sliding your nails down his chest, leaving trails like claw marks. “No, sweetheart. I tie you up ’cause if I didn’t, you’d fuck yourself stupid before I even touched you.”

“Fuck,” he whispered, breath shaking like a downed amp in a thunderstorm. “I—God, I wanna come so bad, Mommy, I’m gonna fuckin’ cry.”

You grinned, wicked and mean.

“Then cry.”

ME ME ME ME

insane face card do I wanna be with him or be him