Most of these will be pretty long. I like to put some soul in my writing, not just straight pwp + I write some soft smut, some hardcore smut. Just kinda depends on who it is and the mood I'm in.
Warning: kinky shit
Also, most of these smuts/imagine...
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𝐼𝑧𝑧𝑦 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑛 Sᴍᴜᴛ Warning: SEX, language, vulgarism, hair pulling, overall pretty graphic YO WHAT'S UP, I'M SO FUCKINF SORRY THIS SMUT CAME SO LATE (came😏) BUT IT'S FINALLY HERE NOW SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY. I'M VERY SORRY FOR ANY POSSIBLE GRAMMAR MISTAKES, THEY WERE NOT INTENDED Anyway, hope you guys fuckin enjoy this one bc I'm staying up late on a school night just to upload this. 🐉🐉🐉
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I gasped myself awake. This has been the third time I had dreamt about Mr. Stradlin. Izzy had lived in the same apartment. And he only lived straight across the hall from my room. I've hung out with him a bit before, and knew his bandmates pretty well. They were like the family I always wanted. His bandmates were usually always over at his apartment, so all I had to do was go over there to hang out with all of them.
This particular night, though, no one was over in his room.
These past few weeks, I'd been dreaming about him every night, consecutively. I always knew I'd liked him, but never in my life had I dreamt about someone so much, or often.
I now lay looking up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the almost painful ache in my panties. The terribly boring ceiling above me left me no choice but bask in the fantasies. And my mind ran wild.
But soon, I got bored. I decided to go to his room.
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I groaned, restless, and rolled out of bed to throw on a shirt and shorts. I usually slept topless, the only thing I'd wear being underwear.
As I shut my door, locked it, and walked over to his door, I could already feel the adrenaline and anxiety rushing. Each knock I made was going in slow motion and set a vibration which rippled through my body. Sweat already started to build under my armpits and I hated it.
Within a few seconds, Izzy answers the door, shirtless; the only thing covering his body being some basketball shorts. A shot of gratification infected my body looking at his bare torso, but I tried to shrug it off.
"What's up, Y/N?" He asked. He sounded kind of tired, his voice was hoarse.
I struggled to find the words that were supposed to come out of my mouth. "I was just um.. bored" but when I finally found them, the words fell loosely out as if I had no control over my mind.
He chuckled at me with a smile and gestured for me to come in. I immediately walked in, looking around at his apartment to find darkness, the only light coming from the tv. I liked it like that, it makes me feel safe when it's dark but the tv keeps the room lit. I'm not sure why, it just reminded me of my childhood. It make me feel comfortable, peaceful. I loved it.
"You wanna make some popcorn?" He asked, walking to the kitchen.
"Sure" I said and comfortably walked over to him. The atmosphere was perfect. So comfortable and peaceful.
