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guys i found an interview of axl saying girl’s boyfriends would come up to him saying their gf went up to the hotel room w izzy & asking when is she coming bck & axl would say idk but not right now

like hello?? we been knew he was a man whore🤣🤣🤣🤣(i still want him)

Conflicted Chapter 25🎀:

Maddy P.O.V:

The day had become increasingly cold, and the weather had been dreary and pouring all morning, casting a heavy fog over the Emerald City and dampening the mood for today's Guns N' Roses concert.

The band had already sold out Lumen Stadium and were determined to perform rain or shine, not wanting to disappoint their anticipating fans.

I didn't see them much throughout the day because they were at rehearsal early in the morning to make sure things went smoothly for their concert later. Izzy left me a letter saying he was going to be late arriving home, so I didn't bother calling him because I knew he wouldn't answer since he was preoccupied.

I was left upstairs in the meantime, looking through my closet for something perfect to wear to the event. I came upon something I wouldn't often wear: a tight black leather skirt and a black crop top paired with knee high boots.

I made my way to the mirror, double-checking my appearance to ensure that I would stand out from the crowd and that Izzy saw me differently, rather than as an immature youngster. Because the women he constantly dated were double his age.

“I’m home!” my mom called from downstairs, prompting me to rush down.

“How would this look at the concert?” I shakily asked, showing off the rock girlfriend outfit I had put together.

“Maddy, you know how I feel about clothes like that.” my mom grimaced, disapproving the tiny black skirt and top that didn’t look appropriate for my age.

“Please! Everyone wears this to rock concerts.”

“I am not letting you go to a rock concert dressed like a hooker sweetie. Find something else.” my mom insisted.

“Okay fine.” I sighed, trudging myself back upstairs.

If she didn't let me wear it, I'd sneak it out of the house. I could disguise my shirt by wearing one of Duff's t-shirts over it and a long skirt.

My mother would have no clue.

… … …

“Madalaine! Come down or else the boys are going to be late!” my mom yelled, forcing me to quickly spray some perfume and slap on my black choker necklace.

I rushed down the steps covered in Duff’s AC/DC graphic tee and my large pencil skirt my mother had bought for me, my first day of high-school which I never wore till today.

“Why are you dressed like a school teacher?” Axl snickered, at my choice of clothing.

“Leave her alone. She can wear whatever she wants, whether it be an old lady costume.” my brother replied, pausing afterwards and wondering why it came out so terrible yet sounded nice in his head, as he wrapped his arm around me.

Axl, Slash, and Steven burst out laughing, even Izzy, which made me feel sad embarrassed about my choice of apparel, making me contemplate if I should have worn a different outfit to cover my clothes below.

“Okay let’s go now.” Axl said, looking down at his radiant gold watch.

“Good luck boys! And don’t drive fast.” my mom warned, as we all piled out the door one by one.

“Don’t worry Mrs.Mckagan. We’ll be safe.” Steven chirped giving her a toothy grin.

We all crammed into Duff's car, and since there wasn't enough place for me in the the backseat, I had to sit on Izzy's lap in this hideous skirt.

I was starting to cringe while wearing the outfit and wanted to take it off, especially since I was sitting on his lap. I didn’t want him to think I was some loser dressed up like this for a rock concert.

So I quickly shoved the pencil skirt down my silky smooth legs, which had been moisturized and shaved because I intended to wear such a short skirt. And took off Duff's tee, leaving me in the clothes I had intended to wear to the show if not for my mother.

I heard Steven gasp, instantly, next to me, like a little child who had just seen his elder sister doing the worst conceivable thing.

“You look hot, Maddy.” Slash smirked, eyeing my short choice of clothing for the night.

I adjusted my top slightly so that my cleavage was not too apparent; I didn't want to seem trashy, but I did want to feel sexier.

“Whoa baby. When was this?” Izzy whispered from behind me, putting his hands on my visibly exposed waist.

I turned my head to face him, whispering in his ear that I wanted to look sexy for him, and returned his gaze with pouty lips and wide eyes. He looked at me with lustful eyes and grasped my waist more tightly, forcing me all the way back on his lap until my back was lying flat against his chest.

“I would’ve taken you right here if I didn’t have any respect for your brother.” he growled in my ear, yanking on my hair lightly.

My eyes fluttered as I heard his obscene remarks in my ear, and I was about to let out a small whimper but Axl had interrupted.

“What is going on back the-…..whoa.” Axl gulped, looking me up and down.

“Hey, stop looking a-…….Maddy what are you wearing!” Duff yelped, attempting to cover his eyes at his baby sister wearing a black mini-skirt and a crop top with skin prominent.

“It’s fine. I think she looks hot.” Axl grinned looking back towards me, and Izzy, who was scowling at him.

“Ewww. Stop it everyone! Stop staring at my sister please, for christ sake.”

“We can’t help that she’s sexy, man.” Slash shrugged.

Steven exclaimed, drawing everyone's attention to the large stadium that awaited them, as well as a few fans who had been camped outside.

Duff parked the car in the parking garage where there were no fans or workers to protect the band's privacy. They wanted to welcome their fans on the way in, but they knew their management would disagree.

“That skirt better not come up more than that.” Duff groaned looking at my mini skirt that was inching it’s way up towards my underwear.

I nodded embarrassingly, fixed my clothes in the reflection of the car window, and applied some lipgloss for Izzy.

“We have 30 minutes to set everything up and make sure our instruments are in tune.” Axl spoke, drinking some water and a cough drop to refrain his throat from straining.

“You guys go ahead, I think I forgot my cigarettes in the car.” Izzy said, patting down his pockets to see whether they were still there.

“Alright. Be quick.” Axl huffed, as the band entered in one by one through the large door with the huge banner that read, “Welcome Guns N' Roses to Seattle.”

“I’ll come with you.” I remarked, gazing between the boys who had disappeared halfway down the hallway and Izzy.

“Okay quick.” he replied, jogging to the car and opening it, rummaging among my discarded clothes and some rubbish in Duff's car, hoping to locate his pack of Marlboros.

“Where are they.” he groaned, searching through some old cassette tapes in a last minute effort.

“Why don’t we ask Slash, he always carries some.” I asked, leaning against the car, feeling the cold metal pressing against my exposed legs.

“I guess.” he sighed and closed the door, coming to stand opposite of me, gazing at my attire.

“What?” I muttered, blushing as I turned away from him, shying from his gaze.

“Just that you look great tonight. I never expected you to wear clothes like these, but now that you did, I want to see you in them all the time." he smirked and brushed my hair off my shoulders, revealing more of my top.

He traced my collarbones before letting his fingers slip the straps of my clothing down, allowing it to fall loosely like an off-the-shoulder top, and reached forward, laying a wet kiss on my neck, causing me to take a deep breath in and close my eyes at the sweet sensation of him biting at the sensitive flesh.

He spun me around effortlessly, and I placed my hands on the car and arched my back, exposing my ass through my skirt. I glanced back at him with lustful eyes, as he grasped my ass, rubbing the warm flesh, before spreading it apart to gaze my pussy, which my lacy black underwear had been engulfed by, but it was no problem for Izzy as he traced my puffy lips that spilled out, like it was a piece of art he was working on.

I heard the stadium share something about my brother's homecoming over the loudspeakers, which made me cringe and jump away from Izzy to fix myself.

“We should go..” I advised as he nodded in agreement and walked beside me, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his mouth for a quick peck before removing himself from to jog to the set where the rest of the band was.

I shook it off and noticed a large crowd of fans already gathered around the stage, looking up at the band, who were currently strumming out their instruments to determine whether or not their guitar was tuned.

Slash was grinning at some of the girls who were wearing little to no clothing, sending him flirting winks and obscene gestures, as well as flashing him parts of their, while my brother was receiving the same treatment and grinning.

Gross.

Steven was busy pounding away in his own little universe, his hair bouncing up and down with his speed, and as usual, Axl was nowhere to be found but Izzy was just quietly strumming his guitar as he looked out into the crowd, when I noticed one female in particular smiling and waving at all of them like she knew them personally.

“It’s Pam!” Steven exclaimed as he stood up from the drum set and waved her onto the stage.

“Hi!” the blonde woman chirped, wearing nothing but a small stage outfit, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Pam, good to see you.” Duff smiled and hugged her while checking her out.

Gross again!

“Izzy. How are you?” she asked softly, looking at him as if she were in love with

“I’ve been good.” he replied uninterested, looking down at his guitar that he was currently strumming.

“Y’know ever since we broke up. I’ve been doing well and I hope you are too.” she cooed, trying to grab onto his arm to which he moved out of reach.

“I just told you I’ve been good Pam. Get over it.” he huffed, retreating away from her and to the back corner of the stage where he sat down on the end of the mini platform that was on top of the stage.

“Trust me. He’s way over you.” Slash smirked, looking over at me, making her snap her head to give me a nasty glare.

“Who is she?” the blonde woman named Pamela spat.

“Izzy’s girl and Duff’s little sis.”

“What is a little girl like her doing with Izzy? Doesn’t he like his women with a little more experience.” she laughed, clapping her hands as she flipped her hair back over her shoulder.

“Obviously not or else you would’ve still had him.” I told her rolling my eyes at her ugly attitude.

“You guys could fight…or kiss and makeup whatever you prefer.” Slash grinned, while Duff grabbed him and shoved him away from his little sister, annoyed by his raunchy behavior.

“Where’s Ax?” Pamela whined.

“Who knows.” I grumbled walking to where Izzy was.

“What’s up?” he asked, looking up from his guitar to meet my big brown eyes.

“Nothing. I just met your ex.” I sighed, looking back at the blonde girl who was now glaring.

“Ignore her. She’s just stuck on our past relationship.” he insisted.

“What about Angela? Was she doing the same?” I spat, annoyed by his nonchalant demeanor, at the fact of his ex showing up for their show.

“Baby-

“I’ll be back.” I interrupted, stomping backstage where all the employees were setting up catering and the tables for the management.

I wondered where Axl had gone to hide from all of the craziness, and found him sitting quietly in the dressing room, smoking a cigarette and drinking champagne.

“I thought you’re supposed to be rehearsing.” I mumbled, slumping down onto the blue couch that was placed in their dressing room by request of Axl.

“I am. I need to be away from everyone so I can do my vocal warmups.” he muttered, blinking his eyes in annoyance at my presence.

“Okay I guess I'll leave." I huffed and trudged out the door.

He did not stop me or change his opinion, instead allowing me to leave with nowhere to clear my head, which made me more frustrated.

First, that blonde woman appeared out of nowhere and turned out to be Izzy's ex, and then Axl practically booted me out of the dressing room.

I began to cry because I felt unwanted and started to feel like an idiot in these clothes, even though I had felt so confident from before, but now I was rushing past people, hoping to find the bathroom so I wouldn't have to deal with the shame of anyone watching me cry, and sprinted towards the women's bathroom when I finally noticed it.

There was no one in the restroom, so I quickly chose the farthest stall away from the door to close and slid down the wall, letting my tears fall across my naked legs.

The door opened, and I hurriedly wiped away my tears and tried to contain my sniffles, which were escaping at a rapid pace.

“I can’t believe he’s with that little bitch.” I heard the same woman from earlier shout.

“Who even is she?” another girl spoke.

I looked through the crack in the stall and saw Pamela with another girl who looked to be the same age as hers with a big grin and short brown hair, while they were styling each other's hair with hairspray and applying mascara.

“Adrianna, I can’t believe he would leave me for that.” she groaned, reapplying a dark shade of lipstick to her already chapped lips.

“It’s okay Pam. You can always go for Duff or Slash.” she cooed, wiggling her eyebrows in an attempt to make her friend laugh.

“I don’t want them. It’s either Iz or Ax.”

“Then go for Ax. He was telling me earlier when I visited him in the dressing room, how happy he was, to know that you came.” the girl with the brown hair spoke.

That bastard.

“I guess you’re right. Let’s go.” they both nodded as they made their way out of the restroom.

I ran out of the restroom and dashed over to the arena, suddenly remembering about the show, knowing my brother would be worried about where I went.

I could hear the song "Paradise City" playing throughout the arena, the same one that had been playing on my television when I presented my mother to Izzy.

I looked for Izzy and saw him strumming his guitar along, with the song, occasionally making a gesture to the audience, which exploded.

Axl was bouncing all over the stage and doing his dance moves in between singing breaks before returning to shouting his voice out.

Duff caught me peeping out of the curtain and smiled brightly, as did Slash, so I gave them a quick wave and a thumbs up to let them know they were doing an excellent job but they already knew it.

They had the girls going crazy, flashing them, and the boys in the crowd couldn't get enough of it either.

I saw Izzy look across at me with a blank expression on his face before, acknowledging my presence, and returning his gaze back to the crowd.

I rolled my eyes and returned my attention to my brother, bouncing up and down for him whenever he had a solo moment.

They played a few more songs before calling it a night and thanking everyone who came out to see them, notably Duff, who praised the city of Seattle for their support and expressed his love for his hometown beyond all else.

They all packed backstage and went to the dressing room to shower before sitting down with towels around their necks to cool down.

Slash came over with his curls drenched in water from the shower and flicked some of it off onto me making me cringe.

“Ew stop it!” I squealed, hating the tiny droplets that landed on my bare skin.

“Ew sToP it.” Axl mocked, making me angry with him all over again.

“Leave her alone guys.” Duff shouted from across the room, currently giving a groupie an autograph on her tits.

Ew ew ew.

“So, where is your boyfriend hm?”

“Thought he would want to spend more time with you, now that your dressed hot for once.” Axl smirked coming up behind me to play with my hair and twist it around his finger.

“Don’t touch me.” I spat.

“Damn. I guess he left you for some groupie then? Or maybe Pam…?”

I turned around to face him with my eyes narrowed.

“How do you know they used to be a thing?” I wondered.

“Everyone knew. We all shared.” he grumbled, as if I were too naive to comprehend.

“Shared?”

“Yes Maddy. Shared. As in Izzy would fuck her and pass her to me and then I would share her with Slash, so forth.” he stated as if it was no big deal.

I looked at him with a shocked expression making him roll his eyes.

“Yeah I know. I’m a terrible person. I don’t need to hear that from you.” he huffed walking away.

I now felt stupid for thinking the Pamela girl was anything special, but I couldn't get over how Izzy had nearly dumped all of his girlfriends.

I did not want to end up like that. And I definitely did not want to be shared.

I exited the changing room for some fresh air and noticed Izzy at the other end of the corridor conversing with the Pamela girl.

I scrunched my face upon seeing this and immediately stomped over to where the two were at and shoved the girl so hard that she fell to the floor with a loud thud.

“What the fuck!” she screamed, hissing in pain as her back felt broken.

“Stay away from my boyfriend.” I spat, grabbing Izzy and pulling him aside to a small corner around the hallway.

“I didn’t know you had that in you.” he smirked taking a drag from his cigarette.

“Why were you talking to her?”

“I wasn’t. She corned me.” he shrugged.

“Why are you acting like it’s not a big deal that she’s talking to you. She’s your ex!” I shouted, increasingly frustrated at how nonchalant he was behaving towards the whole ordeal.

“Maddy, stop overthinking about everything that involves me and another girl.” he hissed, grabbing my arm rather tightly.

“Let go Iz. It hurts.” I whined, ripping my arm from his grasp.

“Fuck m’ sorry baby.” he apologized, kissing my arm.

“It’s just, sometimes you don’t trust me and that makes me upset.” he told me, grabbing my hands in his to tug me elsewhere.

“C’mere, let’s go somewhere more quiet.”

… … …

Mean Girls (2004) dir. Mark Waters

hey guys i’m starting a new series about 80’s rockstar izzy stradlin & axl rose…hope u guys like it :))<33

original characters : maddy mckagan

i do not own any other characters!!!

summary 🎀 : Maddy Mckagan, a young woman, has an older brother named Duff, who is a member of the rock band Guns N' Roses. When Maddy is finally old enough to visit her brother in Los Angeles and discover the Sunset Strip, she develops feelings for Izzy Stradlin, one of Duff's best friends and band mates who is considered off-limits, but what happens when the lead singer, Axl Rose, falls for Maddy as well, causing her to become embroiled in a tug of war between the two rockstars?

Maddy P.O.V

"PLEASE!" I yelled tugging at my mother's cashmere scarf and pleading with her to let me go with my older brother Duff to L.A.

"Absolutely not young lady. There is no place for a young lady as yourself in a place like the Sunset Strip." she scoffed making a disgusted expression.

"Are you aware of what goes down on that god forsaken street full of egos driven by the devil." she sang going on and on about how dangerous they were and how the band KISS was all but a satanic cult.

"You're letting Duff go!" I whined on the brink of tears.

"That's because he is a grown man who is more than capable of taking care of himself rather than a 16 year old child as yourself."

"But mom-

"End of discussion Maddy. Enough!" my mother shouted slamming her hands on the island counter before trudging herself back into her room.

"URGHHH." I screamed running back up to my room and slamming the door shut.

I hate this.

I cannot believe my mother let Duff go by road to discover L.A and I have to be stuck in boring old Seattle.

1 year later (summer)

Don't ask me how I did it.

I single handedly convinced my mother to let me spend the summer in L.A with Duff since I was turning 17 soon.

Well not really single handedly because I might have made a few calls to Duff.

And a few days later I was staying with my brother in his lavishly renovated apartment he bought with his newfound fame as Duff Mckagan of Guns N' Roses.

"Duffy. This apartment is so rad. Mom would freak if she ever saw this." I exclaimed looking around the place which was covered in Duff's records from his band.

"Yeah I know." my brother grinned looking around at the larger than life living room.

"So when are your friends coming back to hang?" I asked suddenly more curious about the group of young men whom my brother considered band mates as well as best friends.

"Not sure."

"Izzy might come here to crash while he gets sorted out about his own place." he said while smoking a joint and washing it down with a Jack Daniel's.

"Mom would literally kill you if she ever saw what you and your friends do together." I sighed staring at my brothers hands which were occupied with my mothers worst enemy.

"Don't tell me what to do Maddy. You're like a child telling a grown adult what to do.”

“I'm four years older than you.. don't forget that."

"And don't act like such a prude when my friends are around. It fucking kills the mood."

"I love you but loosen up a bit." he smiled giving me a kiss on the forehead before retreating back to his room for the night.

I scoffed.

I was the complete opposite of my brother. Whereas he was the extrovert outgoing one.

And I was the quiet and reserved one.

But not on purpose. I just didn’t know how to make friends as easily as Duff did.

He always had the girls going crazy and he never had a problem fitting in with the cool crowd.

"Maddy can you get the door please. For gods sake." my brother yelled snapping me out of my thoughts.

"ALRIGHT." I yelled making a dash for the door not even bothering to think twice before opening it.

"Oh hey. Is your brother around?" Izzy asked.

Izzy

Izzy was one of my brothers band mates and also one of my biggest fucking crushes ever since I had met Guns N' Roses.

He had a natural charisma about him that made me very attracted to him.

"Duff. Izzy's here to see you." I said to my brother who was busy getting crossfaded in his room.

"Coming!" he slurred.

"You can come in." I smiled nervously.

"Nah it's okay. I can't stay for too long." he told me, briefly scanning over my half exposed pajama set.

“Oh s-sorry. I didn’t know Duff would have company.” I apologized pulling my shirt down to cover my wedgie in the front and back….

"I don't mind." he smirked taking another sneaky glance before nodding at Duff who finally arrived stumbling out of the room.

"Maddy you're barely wearing any clothes. Get inside." he grunted shoving me towards my room.

I happily obliged unable to face Izzy any longer with my attire or with my face which was definitely as red as a tomato by now.

I closed the door behind me and couldn't wipe the big dumb grin off my face.

Izzy was going to be the best part of this whole trip. I just knew it.

Eddie Malluk 📸

Duff appreciation post

Conflicted Chapter 24🎀:

Maddy P.O.V

Slash left my room shortly after our conversation complaining that he needed a drink, and got up to stroll over to my window, where I found Axl resting on the pool recliner, deep in contemplation.

I sighed as my thoughts turned back to Izzy, wondering where he was and what he was doing. I walked downstairs to check for him while the boys were watching a hellish movie, which Axl later joined, totally overlooking me.

I didn't take offense and gave him some space, assuming I was giving him misleading signals.I feel like I gave Slash the wrong answer earlier when he asked who I expected to spend the rest of my life with, and I responded Axl mostly because I was angry with Izzy for becoming mad at Axl and me.

He was constantly angry at me when I spoke with Axl, which made me angry for the most part, especially because I was only having conversations with him.

But it appears he was right after all; I felt like an awful person for kissing Axl on the boat, but I wasn't going to tell him since I was certain he would never forgive me because he loathed Axl.

“Maddy, are you gonna stand there and stare or go back upstairs?” Duff groaned, throwing some popcorn at me, while Steven giggled throughout the scene that was playing, that involved a girl being fucked by a dude sporting a ghostface mask.

“What movie is this?” I asked, grimacing at the girl whose mascara was streaked over her cheeks and hair disheveled.

“It’s called Scream XXX.” Slash smirked, before returning his lustful gaze back to the female being aggressively penetrated with her hair yanked back.

“Go away Maddy.” Duff complained.

“Yeah.” Axl proceeded, reverting to his unpleasant attitude, laughing as he muttered something underneath his breath.

I ignored it and exhaled, deciding to head back upstairs, however just as I planned on calling it a night, I noticed the front door open and Izzy enter.

“Izzy!” I squealed and ran to hug him.

“He kissed you.” he spat as if he had been holding it in the entire time he was gone from me, followed with a catastrophic glare.

"It didn't mean anything to me I promise. I was thinking about you the whole time." I stated frantically, standing on my tiptoes and grasping his cheeks in my hands to ensure he understood.

“Just tell me one thing…do you love him?” he sighed, peering into my eyes as he waited for an answer.

“No I don’t.” I lied.

I heard Axl scoff as he whispered something under his breath behind us, and I turned around to meet his stare, sending him a softhearted look, but I couldn't do anything else since Izzy would have suspected that I loved him, so I dismissed Axl no matter how much it hurt.

"Let’s go upstairs, m'tired." he yawned, removing his long black coat to toss over the stair railing, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, pushing me close, as we headed up the steps.

We entered my room, and I turned off the lights, allowing my lamp to shine brightly, and switched on the television to watch something since I wasn't tired.

Izzy took off his shirt and boxers before slipping into bed and I also changed into my nightgown, a purple babydoll with white lace trim around the cleavage and the bottom hem.

“You look pretty.” he whispered reaching up one hand to stroke my hair that was combed straight allowing my soft blond hair to shine in the dim light, and my skin glow from exfoliating earlier in the shower and putting sweet smelling moisturizer all over my body for Izzy to later touch, allowing his hand to slide down my neck, caressing my collarbone down to my breast, massaging softly like a sensual massage.

“C’mere.” he demanded, grabbing my cheeks with his hand, squishing them together into a pout.

I tried to murmur a reply through his grip on my cheeks, gazing up at him with glossy eyes, while he teased me about repeating myself and speaking louder.

“You have to kiss me first.” he smirked.

I pushed myself forward slamming my lips onto his, while he kept his hold on my lips, in a pout, remaining his dominance, hungrily abusing my lips, until they were swollen and red.

He released his grip on my cheeks, leaving a faint red imprint on each side from how deeply his fingers dug into me while making out.

“I want you to touch me all over my body and make love to me." I whispered, allowing my babydoll nightgown to fall past my hardened nipples before catching his hand in mine and guiding him to my breast, stroking it while keeping my hand over his.

He dragged down the rest of my dress, allowing it to fall past my ankles so he could massage and touch every inch of my skin that appeared to be gleaming with tiny diamonds from the strawberry lotion I had applied earlier.

I squirmed under his touch feeling his cold hands touching everywhere before gently spreading my thighs leaning forward to suction over the soft plushy skin as his chain dangled forward ticking the top of clit.

“I love this pussy. So fucking beautiful like my baby.” he cooed, as he closed his eyes placing a big wet kiss on my outer lips making me squeal.

I played with my breasts, circling my nipples with my eyes closed, releasing soft whimpers and quiet open mouthed moans as I felt him make out with my lower region, licking, sucking, and spitting on it while taking his time to play with my clit, occasionally rubbing it with his pointer and ring fingers.

“Izzy keep g-going. Uhnn- gonna cum.” I whined, huffing and grabbing onto his long black locks of hair as I desperately rutted my needy hips against his tongue, panting out for more.

He slapped my ass before pulling away with a trail of my juices connecting himself to my pussy, not wanting me to orgasm just yet.

“You’re gonna cum on my cock.” he groaned, collecting strings of my wetness on his dick by sandwiching his cock in between my sticky lips, mixing his precum with my arousal, before slipping inside me very slowly so I could feel it going inside.

“Fuuck, you’re so tight.”

“Hmph, for you I-Iz, only for you.” I cried, feeling his cock deep inside me, creating an outline on my stomach, as he carefully thrust in and out of me like I was very delicate and could break at any time, kissing my neck leaving vivid purple spit covered bruises.

I kissed him eagerly, enjoying being covered in his spit while he passionately kissed me, slowly drawing away each time, making sure that there was a loud pop every time we separated.

“You like being drenched in my spit baby?” Izzy whispered adjusting himself before slamming back into my wet heat keeping the same steady pace, as I squeezed onto him tightly feeling my orgasm approaching.

“Y-Yes l-love it.” I blabbered, moaning small “uh”s.

“Gotta go slow, in this fucking tight ass pussy.” he groaned unable to concentrate, as he was about to blow his load.

“I love you.” I whined, grabbing his face, loving the feeling of his lips brushing against mine.

He quickened his thrust as he felt me clench around him and my eyes rolled back, my mouth dropping wide in a faint moan as he massaged my clit, making me spasm and my legs shake.

“I love you I love you I love you.” he chanted filling my pussy with warm spurts of his cum, letting it dribble down my thigh.

“Mmph, m’tired now too.” I whimpered, cuddling into him as I nodded off.

“Goodnight baby.” he whispered covering us with the sheets.

… … …

“Maddy.” someone kept whispering, waking me up and making me glance on drowsily.

Izzy was fast asleep next to me, and my gaze shifted to the cracked door, through which Axl's head could be seen.

“Come here.” he said again, moving his hand in an inviting motion for me to approach him.

I groaned, getting out of bed.

“What is it?”

“Since you don't love me and all, I think it would be best to come clean about what you said to me that night on the boat." he casually stated, catching me off guard.

“Wait what? I- I didn’t -

“Save it.” he spit, clenching his jaw while he rolled his eyes.

“I won’t tell him anything.” I firmly replied.

“Oh really?” he rhetorically asked, raising a brow.

“Izzy doesn’t need to know anything because it doesn’t matter.”

“You can’t tell me that the way I feel about you doesn’t matter to you.”

“I- No of course, it does. But, I’m with Izzy and I have to put him above anybody.”

“I didn’t take you for a bitch, but I guess I was wrong about that too.” he muttered as he quickly walked away.

I sighed, letting my head fall against the wall, annoyed with the entire situation that I appeared to have created.

“Is everything okay? I thought I heard someone arguing?” Izzy inquired, peeking out my door.

“Everything is just fine.” I sighed, slipping between him and my door.

Meanwhile, Axl was downstairs rambling on about Maddy, unknowing to everyone but Slash, who had spoken with the young girl the night the two men argued.

She was unhappy with Izzy that day and erratically mentioned Axl. But the curly haired guitarist knew better because of the way Maddy acted with Izzy, she was blindly in love with the man, but Axl was a ticking time bomb, and he couldn't stand being tossed aside by anyone, let alone the girl he loved.

It was just a matter of time before he flipped out on Izzy again, and Maddy would be dragged into it indefinitely this time.

Conflicted Chapter 26🎀:

Maddy P.O.V:

Izzy led me to a dark corner of the corridor, where he pulled me against the wall and began kissing me. We made out for a bit before he pulled away and explained the issue to me in between kisses, assuring me that Pamela meant nothing to him and that I meant everything to him.

I let it go, persuading myself that I was overthinking, seeing them together in the hallway earlier, and allowed him to sweet talk his way into a quick fuck before we returned to where the boys were.

Axl had gone outside for a smoke break while everyone else was relaxing in the dressing room, with a couple of groupies hanging around, primarily Slash.

Izzy went to sit on the couch in the corner, where no one else was and played his guitar lightly, while I sat next to Duff.

“How was the show?” he asked with a big grin.

“Great. I really enjoyed seeing you live.” I gleamed, even if I let my anger cloud some parts of the show.

“Hopefully you’ll be able to see us again soon.”

“What do you mean?… I-I thought maybe I could go back with you to L.A.?” I pestered, scooting closer to tug onto his arm.

“I don’t know…, I don’t feel comfortable after everything that’s happened.” he spoke, sneaking a glance at Izzy who was knocked out, with his sunglasses miraculously still on.

“I promise I’ll be good.” I squeaked, jumping up and down, hoping to convince him that I should come back to stay with him.

He sighed and looked around for someone to support his decision, but Slash was too fucked, and instead, laughing his ass off with the random groupie he allowed to entertain him for the night.

And Steven was clearly not the best pick for an important choice.

“Where’s Axl when you need him.” he huffed, leaning back onto the couch.

“I’m right here.” Axl’s voice boomed, strutting in confidently.

“I was being sarcastic…”

“Well? I heard my name, so I have a right for you to tell me now.” the redhead demanded towering in front of my brother with his arms crossed.

“Do you think Maddy should come back with us to L.A.?”

“Nope. I don’t think she is capable enough to control herself around Izzy.” he snorted.

“What do you mean?” I spat.

“I passed by catering to look for my white jacket because some jackass on our set had misplaced it after the show, and when I found it, I was heading back when I heard Izzy fucking Maddy behind that long hallway where there's a small corner," he spilled, acting as if it wasn't a big deal, whereas Duff had already started fuming as soon as he heard the word fuck.

“Maddy is this true?” he asked through flared nostrils.

“What is your deal!” I shouted at Axl, completely ignoring my brother, too stunned to comprehend.

Izzy woke up after hearing me yell at Axl and rushed towards the scene, slightly irritated because he had been startled out of his sleep.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asked, putting his arm around my waist to pull me from Axl.

“You.” Duff sneered, getting up from the couch and pushing on the lanky bassist's hollow chest, causing him to stagger back, loosing grip on my waist.

“What do I do. He’s the one who’s always causing shit.” Izzy retorted, pushing Duff back, referring to Axl, who stood there with a smug expression on his face as the scene unfolded in front of him.

“You're fucking my sister backstage and making her into some cheap groupie whore. What if someone saw?"

“No one saw us.”

“That doesn’t matter Iz. You’re being a bad influence on her and it’s showing.” my older brother argued, poking a finger into him.

“She’s not a fucking mute y’know. I’m sure she can speak for herself. Maybe ask her instead of bothering me.” he shouted, throwing his arms up in the air.

“Nope. That’s the end of it. You’re not coming back with me and you are breaking up with Izzy right now!” my brother commanded.

“You can’t do this..”

“Break up with him now or else he’s out of the band!” he concluded, making me go silent.

I shifted my gaze between my enraged brother and Izzy, who gave me a sympathetic look that made me roll my eyes.

Of course, he would choose the band over me.

I was just a naive little girl to believe that he would drop everything for me if given the chance.

“Okay..I agree.” I sighed shakily, tugging on my lower lip as my nostrils flared and tears welled up.

“It’s for your own good.” was all my brother said before storming out.

Izzy only stared at me in silence; he didn't have much to say, so I walked out of the room, unable to deal with the awkward quietness.

“Hey, wait up!”

“What do you want asshole?” I growled, ready to start fighting the man in front of me.

“Relax, I’m just looking out for you.” he smirked, catching a lock of my hair and tucking it behind my ear.

I swatted his hand away making him laugh before he put both hands on his hips and stared at me.

“What!”

“I guess I’ll just miss seeing your beautiful face around.” he playfully sighed.

“Are you a narcissist asshole or something? What is wrong with you.” I yelled making him roll his eyes.

“Sweetie. Your dear Izzy won’t even remember you after a few months. I’m only doing you a favor.”

“Who are you to tell me that?”

“I’ve known him the longest. That’s why you should trust me.” he urged.

“You’re just trying to get in my pants…..nice try.” I scoffed, as I walked away, he grabbed my waist and pushed me against the wall, just like Izzy had, earlier.

“I’m serious. I care about you.” he whispered, gazing at me with those soft green eyes of his that often changed colors depending on his mood.

“Get….off.” I muttered through gritted teeth, pushing him off me, making him pissed off again.

“Izzy isn’t the guy for you….he‘ll forget about you and he won’t look back.” he yelled.

I dashed outside the arena, looking for a pay phone so I could contact my mother to come pick me up because I was not in the mood to talk to Duff.

It felt like it was freezing outdoors, but I was too stubborn to go inside and let anyone see or speak with me. And It didn't matter anymore whether my mother caught me wearing this outfit that I had sneaked out in because it no longer meant anything to me.

… … …

(ik this chapter was short but anyways,, this was mainly supposed to be an izzy fic but,, im very much considering axl to be the main character ,,, thoughts? 🫣🫣🫶🏼🫶🏼🎀)

Conflicted : Pt. 4🎀

Maddy P.O.V:

We all went back to my brothers apartment and spent the rest of the day hanging out and watching MTV.

Axl had left early since he had to go see Erin, his current girlfriend. I hadn’t met her, although I’d heard great things about her.

“I’ll see you all later and you too Maddy.” he said smirking at me before he left out the door.

“What was that all about?” Duff asked me particularly annoyed about the whole ordeal with Axl and I from earlier today.

“Nothing. Why do you always overreact Duff. Axl sees tons of women everyday I doubt I’m anything special.” I huffed coming to sit down next to Duff.

Izzy was sitting on the floor strumming his guitar softly while writing something down at the same time on his notepad.

“Are you writing a new song?” I asked softly.

“Yeah. I’m not done yet. So you can’t hear it.” he said without breaking eye contact with his fingers that were carefully strumming between cords.

“I didn’t ask.” I rolled my eyes slumping further into the couch.

Duff yawned next to me and almost fell asleep before jerking abruptly and hitting my face by accident.

“Ow!” I squealed holding my cheek.

“Maddy I’m so sorry!” Duff exclaimed grabbing my hands and apologizing.

“It’s okay you didn’t mean it.” I smiled letting him know I was okay.

“Are you sure? I can get you an ice pack.” my brother asked.

Duff was always looking after me since I was a kid so him acting like this even after all these years was comforting.

He always made sure that I was okay especially when mom wasn’t around to look after me.

“I’m sure Duff. I promise. You can go to sleep I know you’re tired.” I said giving him a side hug.

“Okay.” he said sheepishly smiling before heading off to his room and closing the door behind him.

“You guys have a close bond.” Izzy spoke from where he was sitting on the floor.

“Yeah. He’s been looking out for me ever since we were little.” I replied.

Izzy got up from the floor and suddenly made his way to the spot Duff left empty on the couch.

“How old are you again?” he asked scooting closer to where I was sitting at the other end of the couch.

“16.” I whispered, suddenly meek from how close he was sitting next to me.

“No wonder Duff is so overprotective over you. You’re sixteen and you look like that.” he said before leaning back and going back to strumming his guitar lightly.

“What do you mean look like that.” I asked turning my body to face towards him this time.

“I mean you look hot.” he nonchalantly stated like he’d said it all the time to a bunch of girls.

He felt around his pocket and pulled out a fresh pack of Malboros before lighting one up and exhaling out.

“You know those are bad for you.” I said scrunching my nose at the smell.

“Good.” he sarcastically replied uninterested in hearing a lecture or so he thought.

He went back to strumming his guitar not missing any beats.

“So when do you think you’ll be done with the song your writing?” I ask again hoping to make small talk with Izzy.

He takes another slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling and turning to face towards me.

“When you shut the fuck up and let me work.” he said before popping the cigarette back into his mouth and strumming again.

I suddenly felt hot tears building up in my eyes from his harsh behavior.

“I was just trying to have a conversation.” I said with a shaky voice.

His expression read somewhat guilty and annoyed at my sudden tears.

“Sorry.” he shrugged still not letting go of the guitar strings between his fingers.

I felt hurt that he wasn’t paying attention to the fact that he had just made me cry that I roughly slapped his hand away from the guitar so he would look at me.

“What the fuck Maddy.” he growled.

I didn’t think about what I did next and kissed him abruptly on the lips.

“Maddy what are you doing.” he asked pulling back from me and looking at me with a confused expression.

I felt very humiliated all of a sudden and immediately retreated back to my room with a fresh new set of tears streaming down my face.

Of course he wouldn’t kiss me back when he had thousands of other better looking women to comfort him in bed.

He wouldn’t even look at me if Duff wasn’t my brother.

I would just be another childish face to him.

“Maddy open the door.” Izzy said leaning against my bedroom door.

“No. Go away.” my voice cracked.

“Please baby. Open the door.” he softly whispered making sure Duff wasn’t listening.

I didn’t know if it was the tone of his voice or the fact that he called me his baby that made me walk over and open the door.

He came, swiftly closing the door behind him and locking it for good measure.

“Why did you lock the door Izzy. Duff will see and-

He picked me up before I could finish and placed me on the bed in front of him sitting me down while he was standing upright, having me lock my legs around him.

“What’s wrong. I thought you wanted this.” he whispered in my ear tracing a finger down my body and stopping at my pajama shorts with a tiny bow against the front of them.

“This present all for me.” he smirked sliding them down my legs until they were on the ground.

I wish I hadn’t worn these pink frilly panties and some other sexier ones.

The truth was that I didn’t own any sexy lingerie or anything.

My mother always bought me the same embarrassing pattern ones like flowers or boy shorts since she thought I shouldn’t be wearing grown women underwear.

“Did you buy these yourself?” Izzy asked tracing over my pink panties.

“No. My mom thinks I shouldn’t wear grown women panties so she buys me these dumb ones.” I blurted out without thinking twice of what I just said.

“Your mom still buys your underwear?” he laughed loudly like he had just heard the best joke ever.

“Yes so what.” I huffed trying to push him off me to no avail.

“It’s cute. Like you.” he said kissing my cheek before pulling off of me completely.

“Aren’t you gonna t-touch me or something.” I mumbled stuttering over my words at how nervous I was about the whole situation.

“Did you want me to?” he asked uninterested and looking over at the dresser that I had newly decorated prior to moving into Duff’s guest bedroom with pictures of Duff and I from back home in Seattle.

“I like you Izzy.” I blurted out.

He put the picture down he was currently fixated on and turned back to look at me.

“Maddy your Duff’s little sister.”

“So what. You don’t like me just because I’m Duff’s little sister?” I spat.

“Do you just do this to every girl then?”

“What are you talking about?” he asked coming closer.

“You just came into my bedroom to what, look at my family pictures and have a chat. Or did you come in here to look at my panties to get off and leave me hanging like some dumbass.” I angrily shouted.

“Be fucking quiet or else Duff will wake up.” he growled grabbing my arm a bit tight.

“Let me go. I’m humiliated enough standing in front of you with only my panties on!” I retorted ripping out of his grasp and bending down to grab my pajama shorts.

But before I could he grabbed me onto his waist and pulled me into a rough french kiss.

I kissed him back as passionately as his wet kiss hoping to catch up to his speed.

He grabbed onto my hips and pushed me further into him making me feel him against my panties which were now damp.

“Izzy.” I whimpered as he trailed wet kisses down my neck and towards my cleavage.

“This what you wanted huh.”

“Just wanted a chance alone with me to do this.” he groaned grabbing onto my hips and guiding them up and down his covered length.

“Y-yes.” I moaned loving the feeling of his covered manhood rubbing against my wet panties.

He suddenly let go of me letting me fall onto the bed with a bounce before adjusting himself and fixing his jacket.

“Sorry Maddy. I can’t be doing this behind his back.” he said before leaving the room.

“Izzy wait-

But before I could have the chance to continue Izzy grabbed his things and left out the apartment door.

Conflicted: Pt.9🎀

Maddy P.O.V

“Fuck you Izzy!” I screamed running back to the apartment and slamming the door.

Tears were streaming down my face like a river, and I couldn't even talk to Duff to make things better.

I felt like I had done the worst thing conceivable to my brother, and the guilt was eating away at me as I stared at the ceiling.

I had to get out of here and get some fresh air. But I only knew of one place.

Axl’s.

He showed it to me while giving me the tour of Los Angeles. I actually liked it a lot since he had a house all the way up in the hills. Duff had mentioned something about moving there soon but for now I was glad they didn’t live close.

"Fuck it." I thought as I changed into a cute denim skirt and slipped on my zip up jacket.

I grabbed my sneakers and left the apartment ushering a taxi as soon as I exited the apartment complex.

“Where to miss?” the taxi driver asked me.

“The hills.”

“You got it.” he nodded putting the car into drive and pulling out of the curb.

It wasn’t too far of a drive but a good 15 minutes from where Duff lived.

As soon as I got to his house I quickly ran to the door knocking on it softly.

I didn’t want him to think I was so desperate to come and see him or else that would be embarrassing. Especially since I really had nowhere else to go.

“Coming!” yelled a deep voice from inside.

The door opened abruptly and there was Axl standing before me shirtless and wearing a pair of boxers.

“Maddy?” he smirked.

“Is it o-okay if I stay the night with you? Duff and I got into an argument earlier.”

“Of course. Come in.” he said extending his arm out to usher me inside.

“What happened?”

“He found out about Izzy and I. And then Izzy had an argument with me and stormed off.” I sighed trying my best not to cry in front of Axl.

He sat me down on the couch and comforted me about Duff.

“He’ll come around. He’s your brother y’know he’s just looking out for you.” he stated throwing his arm around me for a tight hug.

“So what’s the deal between you and Iz?” he asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Nothing. I told him I loved him and he ran off telling me I was just a kid and that he didn’t feel the same way.”

Axl laughed before shaking his head.

“Typical. He runs away from true love every chance he gets.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean Izzy’s a fucking dumbass who doesn’t know something good if it hit him in the fucking face.” he snorted rolling his eyes.

Axl scooted closer towards me and looked me in my eyes brushing my hair off my face.

“He wouldn’t know how to treat someone as special as you.” he whispered cupping my cheek in his hand.

“Axl.” I breathed out suddenly realizing how close we were to each others face.

“I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you Maddy.”

Now is the moment. This is what you were waiting for.

Anything to make Izzy jealous right?

I leaned in, softly pressing my lips against Axl’s, signaling consent.

And he responded by grabbing onto the back of my hair and forcefully pressing his lips onto mine.

“Fuck.” he muttered grabbing me and pulling me on his lap.

I continued kissing him as best as I learned from Izzy which was different from Axl’s style.

Axl was more aggressive and loved tongue.

“Have you and Izzy fucked yet?” he asked briefly pulling away from my lips and attacking my neck instead.

“Uhm no.” I whimpered unable to concentrate as he moved my hips back and forth on his hardened member.

He flipped me back down so that he was hovering over me and pulled my skirt down leaving me in my pale pink panties.

“Cute.” he grinned pulling them down harshly and throwing them on the floor somewhere.

He started to peel off his boxers when I stopped him.

“W-wait. I’ve never done this before.”

He stared at me like I had said a funny joke and looked rather amused.

“Your kidding right?” he laughed.

“No.” I whispered looking up at him and hoping he didn’t act weirdly about it.

“Okay well it’ll hurt at first.” he casually shrugged not phased over the fact that I just told him I was a virgin.

I suddenly felt weird knowing he probably did this to a lot of girls and didn’t care about being their first.

He threw his boxers on the floor and unzipped my jacket letting my breasts fall out since I didn’t bother wearing a bra.

“Fuck those tits are hot.” he groaned before putting my leg over his shoulder and gliding his dick back and forth over the strings of wetness that were connecting my pussy to his dick.

“C-can you go slow please?” I mumbled, suddenly feeling way too nervous about the whole situation.

“Yes baby. I’ll go slow.” Axl said leaning forward to pull me into a kiss.

I placed both of my hands on either side of his face so I could kiss him throughout the whole process hoping it would make me feel better but most importantly go by faster.

He pulled away for a brief moment to look down at his dick going inside my pussy when I thought of Izzy and how I wanted him to be my first.

But it was too late because all of a sudden I felt the worse pain I’ve ever felt in my life and saw Axl’s dick wasn’t even halfway in.

“Ow ow!” I squealed crunching my face in pain.

“It’s gonna hurt at first but it’ll feel way better after you get used to it.” he cooed planting his lips back on mine to help distract me from the pain.

He eventually bottomed out and started moving a little while later.

“Shit your so fucking tight.”

He took his dick out of my pussy before slamming into it roughly and pounded it relentlessly.

“Axl s-slow down please. It hurts.” I mumbled as he left large purple hickeys on my neck and titties.

“I am but I can’t help that your pussy is just fucking sucking me in.” he said lusting over how wet and tight my pussy was.

“Mmpph that feels good.” I whined feeling his dick hit a spot inside my pussy that felt so good.

He kept fucking me roughly as I felt my pussy clench around him rather tightly, feeling like I was going to explode.

“Are you gonna cum baby?” Axl asked pulling out quickly to spit on my clit and rub it in with his dick before sliding back in with a squelching noise.

“Y-Yeah ’m gonna cum all over your dick.” I stuttered with lust ridden eyes.

“Fuck yeah talk dirty to me Maddy. Such a fucking good girl for Iz but a total slut on my cock.” he moaned feeling himself twitch inside me.

“Cum inside me.” I whimpered grabbing onto his hand as mine shook uncontrollably from my orgasm.

“Yeah baby you want my kids. Fuck stay still.” he grunted blowing his hot load inside of me, filling me up.

He rode out his orgasm before flopping down on the other side of the couch and grabbing a cigarette.

As I came down from my rush I quickly felt a huge sense of guilt wash through me.

“What’s wrong baby?” Axl asked noticing discomfort.

“Nothing. I need to go home now.” I meekly responded as I grabbed my clothes suddenly feeling as though they were too small and I was too exposed.

“You’re not going anywhere Maddy. It’s like 3 in the morning and I don’t want you going in a taxi alone at this time.” he argued grabbing my hand.

I shoved my hand away from his grasp and scooted closer to the end of the couch where he wasn’t.

“Okay I’ll sleep here then.” I harshly respond.

“Did I do something?” Axl asked wondering why I was acting so weird all of a sudden.

“No I just-….I’m tired is all.” I replied with a forced smile.

He nodded in response and left me alone as I soon fell deep into sleep forgetting about Duff and how I was going to explain to him why I was gone the whole night.

………

The next morning I woke up to a loud pounding on the door and a familiar voice.

I wasn’t exactly fully awake to comprehend who’s voice it was but went to open it anyways expecting it to be one of Axl’s house workers.

“Izzy?” I squinted rubbing my eyes.

“Maddy baby where did you go.” he frantically asked pushing my hair back to cup my cheeks accidentally revealing the dark purple bruises littered across my breast.

Izzy backed away from me for a bit analyzing my current state and my messed up clothing before gripping my wrist rather harshly, leaving a ring of redness around it.

“I fucking knew you would go to him after we argued.”

“Did you sleep with him?” he asked, nostrils flared as he felt sudden rage imagining Axl taking my virginity.

“Yes.” I replied bursting into tears.

“Fuck you.” he growled shoving past me to go find Axl.

“I can’t believe this.” a voice spoke from where Izzy was just standing.

Duff?