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w! 🔞 izzy fic

★ izzy fingers you in his leather gloves before a show

it was a little before showtime, izzy was getting ready in the mirror, pacing the room a little. it was a sold out stadium, 4th day of tour.

izzy let you join him for touring as you had nowhere else to be. you too were a musician yourself, nothing was keeping you held up tho. you had free time.

as he swept at his hair in the mirror, you started to get a little antsy sitting on the croaky couch of the dressing room. he had been teasing you the whole bus ride but hadn't indulged in anything, it made you crazy.

you couldn't help but let out a little huff as you watched him act as if you weren't even in the room. he finally looked over to you through the mirror.

you rolled your eyes, he couldn't even be bothered to fully turn around? fuck.

"what's the matter baby?" he'd ask flatly, tightening some raggedy scarf he wore around his neck as part of his stage look. his hands were held in leather ruby gloves.

"stop playing dumb iz..." you almost whined, fed up with how he's just left you with nothing. you never expected constant pleasure or anything- it was the fact that he did all of that on the bus just to leave you wanting more.

he hid a slight coy smile as he looked down to the dresser, then turning heel to look at you.

"what do you want babe? we gotta be on in-" he'd look at his watch "20 minutes." he said, still keeping up the act. it's as if he found pleasure from making you wait the very last minute.

"i just want something... anything at this point." you responded, laying your head back against the beat up couch.

izzy steps closer, kneeling inbetween your legs on the ground. well finally!

you look down at him as one of his leather clad hands trails your inner thigh and the other holds your knee, pushing your legs apart more. you were in a dress so it wasn't so hard.

you watched in anticipation, secretly hoping he would keep those gloves on.

his left hand goes even further, thumbing at your sweet spot through your underwear. at that, you let out a little breath. you'd been waiting for hours.

at your reaction, he takes back his hand and his right hand goes to pull the bottom of his glove up but-

"no! keep them on..." you said almost instantly, tone a little demanding from your desperation.

he raised his eyebrows, a little impressed with your preferences. he put his left hand back where it was and you sighed contently.

his hands pull down your panties and caress your thighs a little, kneading them before a leather finger is teasing at your cIit, rubbing gently. you moan softly, he knows your body well. it feels even better with the cold leather glove he has on.

the finger slowly turns into 2 as they thrust into you gently. your hips quiver and shake, explicit sounds leaving your voice box as you experience this.

he fingers you to climax, his glove now covered in you. as you finish, a voice calls out "5 minutes boys!"

he gently rubs you through your orgasm, ignoring the call. you catch your breath, head against the couch as he gets up at the last call.

"i'll be back good girl..." he murmured with his sleazy smirk, gloves still on. you barely gave him a goodbye as he left out of the doors, walking the hall to the stage.

to play his guitar on stage, he had to take off his gloves. he gave the 2 fingers on his left hand a little lick before tossing them off to the side of the stage, grabbing his guitar to play his music with the others.

"Would anyone want to read --" Listen, imma stop you right there. Yes. YES, someone would want to read that. You write that weird little fucked up story. Or that domestic little slice of life story. That drabble or that 300k monster.

I promise someone wants to read it.

i love sweaty hot old men

people will see a fandom thing and be like "why isn't this a fanfic" "why is there no fanfic about this" my brother in christ, because you're not writing it

I wish i was that girl :'(

he is literally signing away years of progress, soon enough the civil rights acts will probably be gone too

ugh! i cant deal with homework right now i have daydreaming about my favourite rockstar to do!

“Stop sexualizing ____.”

The truth is, sexuality is woven into nearly every aspect of human nature and culture, whether people choose to acknowledge it or not.

Whining about men who play in bands being sexualized is oxymoronic. Their image and appeal have always been tied to attraction - it’s part of the industry, whether people admit it or not.

These men built their careers by sexualizing women, objectifying them for their own gain. And now, when the tables are turned, you act like it’s an issue? believe me, they don’t care, neither should you.

the world is a harsh and indifferent place. Whether you embrace its cruelty or resist it, it doesn’t matter.

Wish I could fall asleep with his dick in my mouth😮‍💨

『𝐆𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚』 🎼 ❽⓿'🅢