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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 2 days

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After you put in the quote about the reader and Duff being switches during the NNN fic with him, I need to see a subby Duff get rode into next week 🙏

A/n: I hope I brought justice to this prompt because I love subby men and I love Duff

Warnings: Smut, sub Duff, dom reader, dacryphilia, bondage, mommy kink, praise kink, if you think I missed something please let me know otherwise enjoy!

Duff was tied to the bed, all splayed out for you as you pumped his dick up at a painfully slow pace. His cheeks were already wet with tears that seeped into the pillow under his head. He was a whining, crying mess in your hands.

“What a sweet thing you are.” You praised, giving the head of his cock and light kiss. “All needy for me, all because of a little teasing.” You gave his tip a few kitten licks before taking it into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it.

“Please, please, just fuck me, please!” He cried, kicking slightly even though his ankles were tied. You pulled off his cock, letting go with a pop.

“Yeah? Wanna cum that bad?” Duff nodded, another whimper leaving him. “Alright, since you’ve been good I’ll give you what you want.” You moved to straddle his lap, lining your hole up with his member and slowly sinking down onto him. “Now, since you wanted this, you have to give the orders, understand?” He nodded again but didn’t say anything for a moment.

“Can-can you move? Please? Please move.” He pleaded, looking up at you with wet puppy eyes. You smiled at him and did as he asked, starting to rock your hips on him. This seemed to satisfy him but only partially. “Go faster, please, please! Go faster.” More tears started to leave his eyes which only fueled your ego.

You did as he asked and went faster. Much faster. Bouncing up and down on his cock, which made a prominent bump in your abdomen as per usual. Duff cried out for you, squirming around as much as he could with his restraints. You only laughed at him and kept going, focusing more on your pleasure than his. “No, no! Can’t-can’t take it, please! Please, mommy, be nice, please!” He begged.

“Thought you wanted this?” You asked with a small pout, a fake one of course. You stopped completely to look down at him. “Should we just get dressed and go to bed then?” Duff shook his head.

“No! No, please, need this, need this so bad!” You smiled down at him and got going again, this time a much better speed for him. It wasn’t excruciatingly slow but it wasn’t so fast it hurt. There was a sweet spot somewhere in there that had him moaning so beautifully. “Fuck~ thank you, thank you so much.” He said with a goofy grin. “Ngh- ‘m gonna- cum.” He mumbled.

You kept at that pace, letting him reach his high after all the teasing he went through to get to it. You felt his hot seed hitting your walls and you kept going to let him ride out his high... then you kept going even after.

He was whining again, words slurring together as he pleaded for you to stop and wait for him to catch his breath. “Huh? What was that?” You asked with an innocent expression. “Can’t hear you baby, you gotta speak up.” You started going faster and it didn’t take much for him to start squirming again.

You were bouncing on him and laughing at his reaction to overstimulation. “Fuck, gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” You said, tracing a hand down his torso. You noticed his movements were getting more aggressive but didn’t think too much of it until his hand hit your ass and you realised the ropes were coming undone.

You scrambled to fix it but it was already too late and Duff was soon free to do as he pleased. Of course he was still all sensitive but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still bigger and stronger than you.

The blonde flipped you onto your back, gripping your shoulders tightly as he bit into your neck to silence the whines that wouldn’t stop leaving him. He desperately bucked into you, a thumb rubbing your clit and soon your eyes were rolling back into your head and you were cumming on him. Your back arched and your nails dug into his back as you moaned out his name.

With your cunt squeezing him as you came it wasn’t long before he was cumming again. He cried against you, the sound was so loud and whiny you wondered if he truly was ok.

When he was done he rolled off you and curled up into your side, resting his head on your chest. He took your hand and gave it a soft kiss with his bruised lips. You started playing with his hair and he soon calmed down to quiet sniffles every now and then.

“I love you, mommy.” Duff mumbled, still holding your hand to his lips. You chuckled softly and kissed the top of his head.

“I love you more, Duffy.” You whispered back. “Such a good boy, you know that?” He nodded softly. You saw his eyes were closed and he was almost asleep. “Did so good for me tonight.” You wanted to make sure he fell asleep knowing he was loved so you kept praising him and playing with his hair until you heard his soft snoring.

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stevenssticks · 6 months

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Have you seen duff's hands n arms??? I NEED to be manhandled by him tbh i need him on me asap

duff is just Big Everywhere and it makes me want to crumble a little. like i think if i saw him live i would throw myself at his feet. anyway

he would 100% love to throw his s/o around. and hes bigger than EVERYONE so even if you’re like 5’11 he engulfs you. in bed he’s flipping you every which way all the time. grabbing you by your waist and flipping you into your stomach, having a hand pressed down onto your back so you arch for him so nicely, getting him to reach that spot that makes you go cross eyed.

even out of the bedroom just small things like taking you by the hips and moving you around in the kitchen while you’re both cooking, flinging you over his shoulder like you’re nothing to him when and laughing his ass off when you kick and yell for him to put you down. his big hand on your cheek or the back of your neck when you’re kissing him. uhhhehehdjdvdjejdv

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gnrbitch · 1 year

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Summer Break Pt.1

Summary: Duffs little sister, Y/n, is sent to go spend her summer break in LA

Warnings: profanity, smoking, ehhh idk what else

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1986

“Look you guys shouldn’t come, you’ll meet her after I pick her up” Duff told the guys, who were all standing in front of his girlfriends car (except for izzy, he was standing next to Duff smoking a cigarette), demanding that he let them join him on going to pick up his sister.

“Dude no! we’ll be cool I promise” Slash said, he was excited to meet baby McKagan, hearing she was a little punk chick.

“We’re not moving, let us go with you” Axl said crossing his arms.

“Fuck, fine! just get in the car” Duff said as he started to walk over on the drivers side.

“You coming Iz?” he asked looking around being unable to see him, “Yea” Izzy said, already in the car.

“I wanted to sit there!” Steven whined, pointing to where Izzy was sitting, “To bad, go to the back” Iz said, rolling his eyes.

So off they were, Duff driving, Axl and Izzy in the back, and Slash and Steven in the back back, leaving the passenger seat empty.

“So Duff, are you excited to see her?” Axl asked looking at him from the rearview mirror, watching him tap his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Honestly” he sighed “I’m fucken scared” he said giving them a quick glance from the mirror.

“What! Why?” Steven asked

“The last time I saw her she was 13, now she’s freshly 18, i don’t know how much she’s changed” “Plus I basically abandoned her, I was her only friend… our parents have always been a bit too hard on her.”

“Can’t be that bad” Iz shrugged

“No I get it Duff, teenage girls are fucken terrifying” Axl said, thinking about his own sister back home.

“huh” Slash said “Maybe we shouldn’t have came”

Duff just rolled his eyes.

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“Do you see her?” Steven asked looking from the back window, along with practically everyone in the car.

“No” Duff said looking around nervously, he wishes he could get out of the car, but this is the pick up only part of the station.

“Wait who’s that?” Izzy pointing at a girl, who was walking over to them in a Ramones tee, white waffle shirt under, and a pair of baggy jeans.

“Is that her?” Duff asked, panicked as she got closer

“Dude i don’t know she’s not my sister” Izzy said

“Duff” Y/n said standing at the window of her brothers car

“Y/n?”

“Who else would it be, let me in the car” She said fixing the duffel bag that was on her shoulder.

“Shit yea, sorry” He said unlocking the car door.

Y/n sighed as she sat in the car, rubbing her eyes “Long time no see huh Duff” She said, looking at him.

Duff took a moment to look at how much his little sister had changed, she didn’t have the same baby face she had when he left, her hair was cut way differently, her face slightly sunken in, she’s a… woman? He thought to himself.

“this is awkward” Y/n said as she looking behind her, feeling too many eyes on her.

Y/n flinched as she saw four men sitting in the back, “Jesus fuck you guys scared me” she said

“Duff man you weren’t lying when you said she didn’t look like you” Y/n saw the ginger say

“Yea” Duff said as he finally started to drive, “That’s Axl” he said looking at his sister

“I’m Steven!” Y/n saw a blonde guys pop up, flashing her a smile.

“This is Slash” The blonde, Steven said pointing to Slash, “Hi” he said, she nodded her head at him

Looking at the dark haired man sitting right behind her, he simply just said “Izzy”

Y/n liked Izzy, he seemed like the coolest one

“Okay cool” she said “I’m Y/n”

Sitting in silence Y/n turned on the radio, hearing Motley Crue come on, she immediately turned it off.

“You don’t like the Crue?” Duff furrowed his eye brows, “No” she responded “They’re annoying” she said looking out her window.

“My girlfriend has some Cds, do you wanna look through those?” he said pointing at the glove compartment infront of her.

Y/n opened it, looking at a Bon Jovi cd, a Van Halen Cd, rolling her eyes at the Motley Crue Cd, and finally a Blondie Cd.

“You like Blondie right Y/nn?” Duff said turning his head to his sister

“Yea they’re cool” she said putting in Van Halen’s self titled album in the radio.

The boys in the back looked at each other, this was awkward, and they probably made it even worse by coming, so they stood quiet.

Duff lowered the volume of the radio, clearing his throat.

“So mom tells me you’ve been having issues back home” he said glancing at his sister, afraid of her reaction.

“i’m not having any issues” she furrowed her eyebrows, confused on what he was talking about

“Not issues-” he started, not sure if he should be even talking to her about this in front of his friends, “But she tells me you don’t really have any friends” he said gripping the wheel.

“I do have friends Duff, I just don’t bring them around mom” she said turning to look out the window.

“Why not?” he asked “Cause she’ll think they’re a bad influence” she said, wanting to end this embarrassing conversation

“Well are they?” he asked “No they’re cool, I think you’d like them”

“Right we’ll she also sa-” Duff started

“No” Y/n said rolling her eyes “No?” Duff furrowed his eye brows “Yea no, whatever moms telling you is a lie” she said

“So you aren’t leaving and coming back home days later”

This made her smile, “Okay that is true, but i’m not doing anything bad”

“So then what are you doing”

“Nothing, I just like to be around them”

“What? Why?” Duff said to his sister

“They’re cool” she shrugged her shoulders

“Am I cool?” Duff said looking at her

“Sure” she said cooly

Duff sighed, eager to change the topic “Okay well what do your friends do?”

“They’re all in different bands” She said, thinking about her friends back home.

“That’s cool, punk?” he asked

“Kinda? I don’t know but it’s really good, when you come to Seattle i’ll take you to go see them”

“Yea that’d be nice” He said smiling at his sister.

Silence filled the car once again, looking out the window, Y/n asked “Are we almost there?”

“Yea we’re pretty close” he said as they drove through downtown LA

Stopping at a red light, Y/n heard commotion coming from outside the car, a woman with a poster walked to the car, yelling “Don’t let these boys fool you! they’re bad people! You’re too young!”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and watched the lady get smaller and smaller as they drove away.

Turning to look at Duff with confused wide eyes, she also turned back to look at the four boys, silently turning back around after they were already looking at her.

“Don’t worry about that Y/n, nothings gonna happen.” He said looking at his sister

“Okay” she silently said.

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Hope you guys liked this chapter!!! I’m thinking about making this a multiple chapter fic, so i’ll be uploading the most I can! Also gonna be introducing other people in this, so stay tuned for that ;).

Also sorry for the Motley Crue hate 😕 I actually like them but i feel like this goes with Y/n okay!!😭😭🙏🙏

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duffslut · 1 year

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Can't keep my hands off you

Modern Duff Mckagan x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 574

Warnings: Smut! Public sexual interaction, Oral Sex. Minors Dni.

You and Duff were in the backseat of the car, Duff's lips were sucking the skin of your neck while your hand groped his dick through his jeans.

- Why did you have to look so hot today? -You asked between sighs, feeling Duff's tongue run all over your neck before he started kissing you.

- We're going to my parents' house. - Duff said between the kiss. You slipped your hand inside his pants, not caring about the driver's surprised look at you. - We have to look presentable. - He said, and soon after, he let out a groan when your hand touched his cock.

- We're here. - The driver said embarrassed as the car suddenly stopped.

- Oh fuck. - You murmured, taking your hand out of your boyfriend's pants and pulling away from him. - How do I look? - You asked, knowing full well that you were a mess.

- Great... - Duff said, wrapping his fingers around his mouth and then reaching out to smooth your hair, then do the same to his. - Great. - He said, and you got out of the car.

You tried to concentrate as much as possible to answer Duff's father's questions while Duff, sitting next to you on the couch, caressed your thighs with his hand, you knew he did that when he was nervous, but at that point, you strongly believed he wanted to tease you.

- So how was the trip? - Duff's mom asked, putting the last plate under the dinner table.

- Wonderful. - Duff answered for you. - We should come here more often shouldn't we baby? - Duff spoke to you, putting his arm around your neck and stroking your shoulder.

You nodded nervously and Duff's mother smiled, inviting you to sit down at the table. The dinner was going better than expected, Duff's parents loved you, everything was going well until you took off your sweater and Duff couldn't take his eyes off your cleavage, the heat wave that had settled between you in the car still hadn't gone away.

You tried to remain calm and carry on acting normally when Duff's hand carefully, under the table, touched the inside of your thighs, spreading your legs. You licked your lips and continued participating in the conversation at the table, nodding occasionally. You leaned forward and propped your elbows on the table as Duff began to slide his finger down your clit over your panties, you were mesmerized by how natural he continued to act using only one hand to eat his food.

- I'm going to get dessert can you help me honey? - His mother asked, and her husband promptly got up.

At that point you already controlled yourself so that your moans didn't escape your mouth, Duff was fucking you with his fingers and as soon as his parents left the kitchen he asked you to bend down, you got off the chair and crawled under the table until you stop in front of his legs. You heard when his parents came back to the table and asked about you and Duff lied saying you went to the bathroom, you unbuttoned his pants carefully so they wouldn't hear and finally released his hard cock, you fit between his legs and started suckling him, shoving his cock all the way deep in your mouth and then pulling it out all at once.

- So good. - You heard Duff moan.

- Aww Thanks dear! I hope Y/n likes it too! - His mom replied, referring to the dessert.

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thesmokingguns · 1 year

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Property of the Band

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ MINORS DNI 18+: Oral Sex (male and female), cum play, degradation, group sex, double penetration, violence, and masturbation

His hips snapped forward, balls slapping the wet drool against your chin. His hands buried in your hair as you choked on his cock. You tried to look up at him with blurred vision and watering eyes. But the feeling of his hand slapping against your face, stinging and burning, hard enough to force your lips from around his cock with a pop reminded you to focus on the task.

“I didn’t say to stop.” And he was pulling you by your hair, knees scraping against hotel carpet making them raw and sore as your lips were pressed to his cock once more.

He has your hair wrapped around both hands pressing you against his pelvis, his cock so deep down your throat you couldn’t breathe. Your palms pushed at muscles thighs and then he pulled out a few inches to give you time for gasp before jerking your head back and forth in whiplash motions.

No concern for what he was doing to you and letting you know you had no control in this situation.

Your mascara burned uour eyes as tears flowed down your face, panic setting in as you sobbed being face fucked. Feeling your gag reflex get tested as you suddenly thought about how you were going to puke all over yourself.

Shame and fear at the idea feeling your stomach as panicked, trying to wrap your lips around his cock tighter to have him cum before that happened; you knew if you threw up there would be hell to pay.

His cock slammed down you’d throat, once more blocking any breathe and you could feel his cum sliding down your throat in warm shots as you tried to swallow him down, knowing better than to waste anything he was giving you.

When he was satisfied he threw you back, you landed with a thud on the carpet, eyes downcast as you watched his bare feet walk away from you. He was leaving you there as he got a towel from the bathroom, coming back to throw it on top of you like a blanket.

“Clean yourself up, it’s Stevens' turn next with you and they all get mad if they think I was too rough with you.” The way your hair ached and you were a mess of your own tears, drool and mascara it was obvious Izzy was too rough with you.

He was lighting a cigarette, climbing into bed and picking up the phone. Probably going to call his girl back home, you thought bitterly as you wiped away the wet black streaks around your eyes.

At least with popcorn he was always gentle with you, kinder and exactly what you needed after the guitarist.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with your lips open you watched the way Steven was jerking his cock at you. He loved just having you sit naked and praising you while he stroked his cock. Nine out of ten times he’d cum on your face, moaning about how good it looked.

It was his kink and it gave you a few minutes of rest to try and recover from the way Izzy had just abused your mouth. Your hair still ached and Steven had commented on if you had been crying; your eyes were red and the handprint on your cheek was pretty good evidence of who you had been with.

“So pretty, Y/N. You’re an Angel. Look at me with those pretty eyes. So gorgeous…can you, un fuck, open your mouth and stick out that pretty pink tongue?” You did as he asked, hearing him groan again.

The way his cum felt sticky on your face, dripping in rivers of him over cheeks and down into your mouth as you licked your lips for show and watched him blush, almost embarrassed that he had done that to you.

He has a towel prepared already and offered you a drink of room temperature bud which you accept to get the poison taste of men out of your mouth.

Three left and you still hadn’t been fucked tonight. All three usually let you sleep in their bed, loving to be last because they could use you all night.

“Axl is next but you can stay here a few minutes if-“ you were already at the door, the silky blue robe the only thing you wore as you knocked on the singer's hotel door.

The singer could be in a very good mood and treat you very well or he could be in a bad mood where he still treated you pretty well but he might want to do something that was different.

He always made sure you came though. And not little feelings in your tummy but sheet soaking orgasms where he’d hold you as you cried after.

“Hey.” He pushed open the door and let you in. A little thrown off by his whatever sort of attitude but moving to where the bed was but Axl was itching his head, looking uncomfortable. “We can’t.” He made a motion between the two of you.

“Oh…why?” He scratched his arms and you suddenly felt very unattractive and not that sexy.

You were being denied by the person who had claimed you as the band groupie two years ago. The person who always made sure you went on tour and who’d go to the movies with you on mornings off. Did this mean this was all over for you?

“I met someone and it just seems like I’d be…I can’t.” He didn’t want to make you feel bad by letting you know you were the other woman in a few of the other relationships. He was setting boundaries and you respected that but you weren’t going to stay around and be made to feel bad about it.

Without a word you left the room, not bothering to ask who was next. A part of you was broken and sad thinking about Axl not wanting you and you realized that part of you liked him and sought validation from him when he was with you.

Slash and duff were coming up the hallway And you froze seeing them both there.

“Axl doesn’t want to do this anymore.” They looked at each other and back at you unsure of what to say and wondering why you looked ready to cry.

“Well, that just means more for us.” You smirked at Slash’s words and he looked at Duff. “You want to share Y/N? I think our little cumslut needs extra love.”

You were on your back on one of their beds, the robe in a pile of blue silk on the floor. Slash was between you legs, his tongue licking and sucking the folds of your pussy.

He never really went down on you but out of all of them he was the most enthusiastic when he did. He’d lick and suck at you, finger fucking you as he talked against your pussy about how good you tasted, the vibrations of his words pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you.

Duff’s cock on your hand as you slid up and down his shaft, jerking him off as you rode Slash’s face. Another orgasm rippling through you as you squeezed your thighs against his head.

“Are you feeling better now, Y/N? What else can we do for you?” Slash asked, placing wet kisses along your thighs.

“I want you both.” They smirked and duff pulled away from you, sitting on the bed. Slash was helping you move over to sit on him, holding your hands as you started writing the bassists cock.

A soft smack against your ass as you bounced up and down, pussy dripping down his shaft and balls, loving how he bucked up to meet you with his thrusts.

Slash was in front of you, cock hard as he watched; Stroking himself until he was ready to slide inside of you to have you filled with both of them.

He bent down, keeping you steady as you felt the burn of the stretch, Duff kissing along you neck as he peered over your shoulder to see you get overfilled and overworked.

“I can’t.” You met Slash’s eyes as the head of his cock pushed inside of you as your mouth fell open and a whimper escaped.

“You can and you will.” Your lip caught between your lip and you felt them pushing you around until he slid all the way inside of you.

Your head was on his shoulder as you felt them both working you. Using you. Reminding you that you were still property do the band.

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sadhornyygirl · 1 year

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Requested [Fluff like really fluffy , like kicking my feet and giggling like a little school girl]

Duff Mckagan x Reader

@ilylars

Puppy Love

Puppy love playing in the background, it couldn't be more cheesy, but to be honest, cheesy was your thing.

The way he smiles at you from across the room makes your heart beat faster, the way he casually sips your vodka makes them one of a kind for you.

-Y/N, someone wakes you up from your trance

-what it was?? , You say looking at Steven

- You, like a crazy person there, look at the duff

- I'm not, you say, pouting

- You lie very badly, he says, walking away from you with a smile bigger than a Cheshire cat.

You laugh and shake your head

"Someone help me, help me

Help me please

Is the answer up above?

How can I

Oh, how can I ever tell them?

This is not a puppy love

(This is not a puppy love)"

Echoes in the background in Paul Anka's voice

- So I'm not the only one who rips that pretty smile off your face, says the voice that makes your heart race faster

- And who said you can in?? , you make fun of him

He kicks you with his leather boots, and you laugh loud

- Who makes you laugh all night while listening to Pat Travers, Puttin' It Straight while you're sad, says sitting next to you putting his arm around you

- You're very conceited, you know?

- No honey, you made me look like this

- I?

- You're every day making me feel like the best guy in the world and luckier to have you with me

"How can I ever tell them?

This is not a puppy love

(This is not a puppy love)"

- I love you so much Duff

- I love you more Y/n

And maybe this isn't Puppy Love.

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gnrlove1987 · 1 year

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Duff Mckagan x Fem!Reader

This was Duff's fifth time coming into the record shop this week. He drove across town and parked his car in a seedy alley just to see you behind the counter.

He couldn't understand why he never had the courage to ask you out. He had an album coming out soon, his band's debut, and was basically fending off groupies left and right. But anytime he would come to the record store to see you, he would get to the counter with ideas for conversation in his head and when he would go to open his mouth, he would fumble, and everything would come out at once, making him seem like a hot mess.

He cursed at himself for bothering to come here again after four other attempts had been unsuccessful.

Pulling him out of his thoughts he heard "Hey blondie!"

He turned and saw you.

"Is she talking to me?" he thought

He looked around the store to see who you were talking to and saw no one else.

"Me?" he asked as he pointed to himself.

"Duh, you're the only one here. Come to my register for a second."

He walked over to you as he saw you stacking a pile of records, every one of them a punk record.

"With some of the stuff you've bought, I thought you might like these." you said with a smile, hoping these records would break the ice with this guy you found yourself excited to see every time he came in this week, despite his chaotic ramblings that would inevitably happen every time he came to the register before.

Duff beamed, "Thanks! Thanks a lot!"

When he looked at you, he noticed you wearing a Slits t-shirt.

"You like punk too?" he asked, somehow managing to get the words out this time.

"Yeah, I love it. Would you wanna talk about some punk bands over dinner tonight?" you tried to ask as nonchalantly as possible even though your stomach was alight with butterflies.

"Are you asking me out?" he asked in a mix of surprise and delight.

"Maybe... It depends on what your answer is." you said with a slight laugh.

"What time do you get off?"

"Six."

"I'll be here. We can go to Giovanni's" he said with a smile.

And he walked breezily out of the door, tripping over his feet on the way out, which you couldn't help but giggle at. He was a good sport, though, waving bashfully in response.

"See ya later," he said as the door shut behind him. Only a few beats later the door opened again as he stuck his head in. "Um, by the way, what's your name?"

You realized that through the nerves and getting the courage to ask him out and how he always seemed to be in a chaotic rush when he came in here before, you both never got each other's names but you hoped you would be getting to know him really well by the end of the night.

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After some linguini and clams at Giovanni's Italian and hours worth of conversation, you both laughed over his seemingly daily trips to the shop.

Laughing, he said, "Why'd you think I came by so often anyways?"

"I just figured you really liked the store." you said naively.

You both laughed at yourselves.

Then things got quiet for a moment and Duff stared at you for a minute that seemed like an eternity, with a small dazed smile on his face.

"What?" you asked

"Nothing. I was just thinking that I could really fall in love with you, Y/N. " he grinned.

You blushed and hoped this guy wasn't too good to be true as you reached for his hand on the red and white checkered tablecloth, and folded your hand in his, feeling the exact same way.

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purifycantyouhelpme · 1 year

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Before He Cheats | Chapter 3 • Duff Mckagan x Reader

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Word count: 2,805

A/N: I'm sorry that the third chapter took so long to make. I will taking a break from this story so I can work on my requests and work on another x reader multiple chapter story that I have been wanting to work on for a while.

Skylar's P.O.V

Man, they were so annoying. They were ruining my date with Duff. I was walking back to the Guitar shop with my fists clenched and an angry look on my face. I heard footsteps from far away, they were getting louder.

Duff was walking on the left side of me. He was breathing pretty heavily from all that running he did. "Skylar, why were you acting so rude?" Duff asked me.

"Because they were wasting our time." I replied. I scoffed. We both stopped walking because there was a car coming by.

"They weren't wasting my time." Duff said. Of course he would say that. We continued walking. I'm gonna have to tell him the truth. I can't hide this from him any longer. My fists were unclenched and I was rubbing my shoulder with my right hand.

"I just wanted to hang out with you. I'm tired of people interrupting us everytime we hang out together." I started to blush from embarrassment. "Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" Duff asked me. He didn't sound very happy. "Because I thought you would be mad." I said nervously. I looked at Duff and he was pretty angry. His fists were also clenched. "I'm mad that you didn't straight up tell me." Duff said angrily. I'm not used to him being angry, he's always happy and nice. I stopped looking at Duff and I looked straight ahead.

It was slient for a little bit. The wind was blowing in the background, the trees were rustling, and I could hear cars passing by.

"After I get my bass guitar, I'm going home." Duff was walking faster than me. He was pretty far from me.

Why did I do that? Why did I say that? I could have kept my mouth shut. Now Duff is mad at me. I'm so stupid. Why can't I just tell him how I feel? But that Claire girl, something was off about her. She seems pretty suspicious.

The next day, Slash's P.O.V.

1:00 PM, it was pretty hot outside. I'm kinda glad that it's hot in this house because my pet snakes are not in their tanks, wandering around the house and hot temperatures/weather are good for snakes. I was wearing a tank top and basketball shorts. I was eating cereal while I was lying in my bed. I didn't have work today again. I could just relax until (Y/N) opened the door, calling my name. "Slash!" (Y/N) raised her voice at me. She was wearing a white plated ruffled short dress with brown boots. She looked pretty cute. "What is it, honey?" I yawned. "You said that you were going to hang out with me today." (Y/N) said.

"Oh yeah right." I forgot that I said that yesterday. That was the last thing on my mind. It didn't matter if I forgot or not, I didn't want to hangout with her at all. "Do you want to go bike riding with me?" I set my bowl on the nightstand. (Y/N) was smiling at you. "Yes, I do." She said, she had her hand on her hip. I got off from my bed and stretched a little. I haven't rode my bike in a little while so this is

"Alright, help me get the bikes from the garage." I told her. "Okay." She was walking to the garage, I was walking behind her.

Claire's P.O.V

I was at the beach bike shop, waiting for Slash. It's so fucking hot outside, the sun was beaming in my face. It didn't help that I was wearing a jean jacket.

I'm going bike riding with Slash but it's with (Y/N). Last time I hung out with her, she was so painfully nice and wouldn't stop talking to me. Maybe this time it won't be so bad. I already have my bike with me.

Slash's car was parked pretty far away from where I was standing. Slash was wearing a black tank top and some navy blue shorts. His hair was in a ponytail and he had sunglasses on. He looked so hot in his outfit and (Y/N) was using a stupid dress and some boots.

"Slash and (Y/N) were taking their bikes out of the trunk of their car. They set their bikes next to the car.

"I forgot my helmet again." Slash said.

"You always forget your helmet." (Y/N) said. They both turned around and saw me.

"I thought it was going to be only me and you." (Y/N) was confused.

"Well, Claire wants to join us." Slash pointed at me. I walked up to Slash, I was standing next to him. I was twiddling my fingers.

"Yeah, I just wanted to hang out with you guys." I lied. I only wanted to hang out with Slash, not with his annoying girlfriend. (Y/N) was scratching her head. "Uhh…" Before (Y/N) could say anything, some guy passed by us with his bike really fast.He rode his bike back to us, he hit the brake on his bike. "Hey guys! I didn't know you were coming here." A guy with short black hair said to us. He was wearing an unbuttoned white shirt with navy blue jeans and black pumas. Who was he?

"Hi Izzy." (Y/N) smiled. Oh, his name is Izzy.

"Oh you're that Claire girl that Steven was talking about yesterday." He said. I was a bit confused. Who is Steven? Slash probably knows. Izzy got off his bike and put his right hand in front of me. "Hi I'm Izzy." Izzy said. He wanted me to shake his hand, this was awkward. "H-Hey Izzy." I shook his hand. He seems nice. He let go of my hand. "Can I hang out with you guys? I got nothing–"

"No." Slash said. He was angry at Izzy. "Please." (Y/N) whined. She kept on pulling Slash's arm like a spoiled child. Please say no. "Alright, honey." Slash sighed. She stopped pulling on Slash's arm. Slash, you fucking idiot. I facepalmed. All I wanted to do was hang out with Slash, just the two of us.

Izzy immediately took off with the bike. He was pedaling really fast. "Izzy! Wait!" (Y/N) immediately went on her bike and pedaled really fast. She was catching up to Izzy. Slash got on his bike. "She's really annoying." I crossed my arms and tapped my foot.

"I know." Slash agreed.

Izzy's P.O.V

Still pedaling my bike, Ibwas like two blocks away. My hair and clothes were blowing in the wind. The wind felt pretty good on my body on this sunny day. I stopped pedaling my bike because I was getting pretty tired. I turned my head around to see that (Y/N) was catching up to me. She was pedaling pretty fast. Slash was right behind her. "IZZY!" (Y/N) shouted my name from afar. She immediately stopped her bike. She got off of her bike and was breathing pretty heavily. She was right next to me. "Don't ever go that fast again. I could barely keep up." (Y/N) whined. I laughed a little at her.

Slash stopped his bike and he was next to (Y/N). "That was pretty fun." Slash said. He got off the bike and hold (Y/N)'s hand. "Where's Claire?" I asked. As I asked, I saw Claire pedaling her bike fast into the distance. She looked really angry until she saw a dent in the sidewalk. Claire tried to hit the brakes on the bike to stop in time but it was too late. Claire tripped over a dent on the sidewalk and fell off of her bike. She fell flat on her face. We were all shocked that this happened. "Oww!" Claire yelled in agony. She slowly got up from the ground. She was sitting, with her left leg sticking out and her right leg underneath her left leg. She was holding onto her right left with both hands. Why did she and the others not bring knee pads? "Honey– I mean Claire!" Slash quickly ran up to Claire. Slash sat next to her, trying to help her out. He lifted up her left pants leg slowly. There was a scrape on her knee, it was bleeding pretty badly. All we could do was stare at it. "Claire, are you okay?" Slash asked as he hold her arm. "I'm not okay, idiot! I scraped my knee." Claire yelled. It looked like she was in so much pain. "I got her. Go bring the car here and get the first aid kit from the car." Slash told us. "Okay, we'll see you there." (Y/N) said. We decided to walk instead of using our bikes because we didn't go that far.

Me and (Y/N) were walking to the car like Slash told us to do. It's so hot, I just wanted to eat some ice-cream. "Why did Slash call Claire honey?" I asked (Y/N) "I don't know. It was probably an accident." (Y/N) said. I doubt it was an accident. You don't call a friend of yours honey, especially when you have a girlfriend. "How long has Claire and Slash been friends?" I asked her. I was curious. "They have been friends for a couple of months now. They met at a bar." She explained. They met at a bar? Why would Slash go to a bar? "Duff sent me a picture of him at work." She said, I remember that I fixed Duff's bass guitar yesterday and he was mad when he came back for it. That was weird, he was happy when he asked me to fix his bass guitar. She showed me the picture on her phone. The picture was Duff in his work uniform in the bathroom. "He looks so cute." She added. She put her phone back in her pocket. It's so obvious that Duff likes her more than a friend, why can't she see it? He has had a crush on her since their sophomore year of high-school. "Duff is such a nice person and kind person. He loves helping others, he loves hanging out with us, he never has beef with anyone, I'm surprised that you guys aren't dating. You guys would be a perfect match." I told her. She didn't look happy at all when I said all of that to her. "Perfect match? Me and Duff are just best friends. I'm happy with Slash. He's my everything." She said, she took a sip from her soda. I don't want to see her get angry so I'm just gonna shut up. "Forget I said anything." I said. I should have kept my mouth shut. Now I think that (Y/N) knows that Duff loves her. I shouldn't have outed him out like that.

Moments later…

(Y/N) drove the car back to where Slash and Claire were at. The bikes were in the trunk except for my bike. Slash and Claire were sitting in the car, fixing up her inquiries while me and (Y/N) were at an ice-cream cart, eating ice cream and talking to each other. What a perfect time for an ice-cream cart to come around here. The ice-cream cart was about 80 meters away from the car. It's time for me to go to work unfortunately. "Well, I did have a lot of fun today." I smiled. "Me too." She said, I looked at the car window from afar and I think that Claire kissed Slash on the cheek. Slash kissed her back. Slash is cheating on (Y/N). I was shocked that this is happening but not really. "Izzy?" (Y/N) kept tugging at my shirt. I snapped my head back to (Y/N). "S-Sorry, (Y/N). I got distracted." I said to her, I threw my soda can at the ground because I was done with it. "I gotta go to work. I'll see you guys later." I got on my bike. "Bye Izzy." (Y/N) waved at me. I rode my bike into the distance.

Axl's P.O.V

It's 3:00 PM, my air conditioner was on in my house since it's hot outside. I was in the living room, playing on my piano. The song I was playing was Beethoven's “Moonlight Sonata".

There was a knock on my door. Someone had to interrupt me while I was playing on my piano. I got up from my piano and walked to the door. Who was at my door? Skylar was at the door. She looked pretty sad. Skylar was wearing a burgundy tank top with black short jeans and black strap sandals. I wasn't really expecting her to come here. Me and Sky have been friends for a few years. Sky can be annoying, mean, and too honest sometimes I still hang out with her. "Sky, what are you doing here?" I asked her as I went back to my piano and continued playing. Skylar shut the door and walked up to me. Skylar stood next to me. She was kinda distracting me just by standing there. "I just want to talk to you about something." She said, she was scratching her head. "Sure, what is it?" I asked her. "Well, I don't tell anyone this but I'm in love with Duff." She told me. My face went from smiling a little to neutral. What she told me wasn't really surprising. I already know that Skylar is in love with Duff. "I know you like Duff, I can tell." I said. She punched me in my shoulder really hard. It hurted so bad, it made me stop playing the piano. "Asshole." She said in an angry tone. Her fists were clenched. "Ow!" I yelled as I rubbed my shoulder.

"It's so obvious you like him. You ask him to sit with you in the Tunnel of Love thing. I can't believe he's that oblivious." I yelled. "But I think he likes (Y/N). He always stares at her, compliments her, hangs out with her more than me and now he hates me because I lashed at him earlier." Skylar said. "He can't be with (Y/N), she's with Slash." I told her.

"No shit, Axl. I know that." Skylar yelled at me.

"Well, try harder than. I don't know what you want me to do!" I yelled at her. All of this yelling is making my throat hurt. "Can we stop yelling at each other?" Skylar asked.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little bit. I have nothing else to do." Skylar layed on my couch, she put her feet on the couch. I turned my whole body around, facing her. "Instead of sitting on the couch, why don't you sit on my lap? I got a special gift for you." I give her a seductive look and I pointed at my crotch. She looked at me with an angry look in her eye. She's not in the mood to hear my stupid gross jokes. I stopped pointing at my crouch and sighed. "I'm gonna get you something to eat from the fridge." I said, I walked from the living room to the kitchen. The kitchen was pretty messy, there were dirty dishes in the sink, pieces of food were on the floor. I will clean it up later.

What's in my fridge? Just a bunch of microwaved food, drinks and leftover spaghetti from yesterday. Skylar's favorite food is spaghetti, I might as well give her the last of it. I'm not really that hungry so I'm gonna have a glass of wine or bottle of wine because it's going to be a long and rough week. I set the cold bowl of spaghetti and fork on the living room table and I sat on the piano chair with a bottle of wine in my hand. "What made you lash at Duff?" I asked her, trying to open the wine bottle. "I got mad because everytime we hang out someone always has to interrupt us. This time Slash and his friend, Claire interrupted us–" Sky was still talking but all I heard was Claire. Claire, not her again. I'm tired of hearing her name. "Great, here we go again." I was getting angry just hearing her name. All that anger made me finally the wine bottle. "Wait? You know Claire?" She pointed at me. "No, only Izzy has met Claire. Me, Steven and Izzy were just talking about her earlier" I said as I threw the cork on the ground. "Let's just stop talking about Claire and relax a bit." I drank straight from the bottle because I didn't care. "Whatever." She rolled her eyes at me.

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justaclownxd · 10 days

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my Wattpad account:

For anyone who's interested in gnr.

This is a Duff McKagan x OC story. Enjoy :)

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led-topia · 2 years

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i wrote a little sluff thing

read this by clicking here. and please, be kind. this was originally written in portuguese.

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gaysnrosess · 7 months

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Miss your post :(

mick: please no!

steven: OH YEAH BABY

duff: WE ARE BACK!

izzy: someone shoot me! now!

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 16 hours

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Hi! So I was just wondering if you could to an angst to fluff one-shot with either James Hetfeild or Duff Mckagan?? (Whichever era and whoever you pick:>. And only if you want to, if not totally fine!)

Basically, just whoever you pick to write for comes home late from the studio on him and readers anniversary and had completely forgotten until he saw reader asleep with dry tears on her face. And the next morning they do everything they can to make up for forgetting their anniversary and ends up succeeding:)

(Hope that makes sense)

A/n: This is quite possibly my favourite angst prompt to exist. When I saw the request I planned to write for both but then I got ever so very carried away with it, I hope that's ok :'3 Also sorry for the shitty ending lol think I could've done better with that one.

Warnings: Angst, I don't know what warnings to add for angst so if you find anything please let me know :'3

Guns N’ Roses had just come back from tour, just in time for yours and Duff’s anniversary. It had been a few days since they got back and he was exhausted, sleeping in late, staying out even later. When the date of your anniversary finally hit you reminded him over and over again up until he left to not be late.

It hurt when he didn’t come home.

You made his favourite meal, got him gifts and put on your favourite outfit to impress him. You expected him home before food was ready but he was nowhere to be found even after you finished setting the table. You decided to do what you could to keep the food warm and wait for him.

11:00 pm rolled around and still no sign of Duff. You told yourself he just lost track of time, you didn’t need to eat together anyway since you ate together every other night as well. You got yourself a plate and ate alone, getting everything else in the fridge for leftovers.

12:00 pm and still no Duff. You decided to just cut your losses and go to bed. You got into something more comfortable for sleep and crawled into bed.

It wasn’t long before you felt tears trickling down your cheeks and you started softly crying into your pillow.

Duff came home much later. He was ready to crash, his body hurt and all he wanted was to crawl into bed with you, but first he needed food so he went to the kitchen and dug around a bit.

In the fridge were his favourite things, all freshly made. Well, freshly made-ish. They’d been in the fridge a while, still good for eating though. He got himself a plate and he could swear that first bite sent him to heaven.

He was eating at the kitchen table and noticed some bags in the corner so he went to investigate. He found a jacket he’d been wanting, shirts and records of his favourite bands, even a new watch he’d seen a while back and mentioned he’d liked. He stared at all of it in confusion, why’d it all suddenly appear? Why was it here?

He thought about it good and hard and finally landed on the reasoning. He forgot your fucking anniversary.

Duff ran into your bedroom to see if you were still awake and of course you weren’t. He kneeled beside you on the floor, pushing your hair out of your eyes to reveal dried tear streaks from puffy, red eyes. “Fuck.” He sighed. He kissed your forehead but you pulled away from his touch. He had to mentally beat himself up after that one.

He saw that the apartment was a bit of a mess and wanted to clean it up but he was just so tired. He made the decision to wait until tomorrow and then he’d get up and do whatever he could to make it up to you.

Duff crawled into bed, tossing and turning a bit. He reached out for you to pull you in so he could hold you but you seemed like you would wake up so he stopped, not wanting to disturb you.

The next morning Duff woke up slowly, groggily rolling over to check the time. The clock on the bedside table read ‘1:34 pm’ and he was filled with panic, suddenly wide awake. He sat up and looked to see your side of the bed empty.

He got out of bed to go look for you. The apartment was suddenly spotless and you were sitting on the couch, peacefully folding laundry while the radio was going. He sat beside you and took the shirt you were folding from you. “Let me do it.”

You stared at him for a moment. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do laundry.” You said, watching his chopping folding skills. “Let alone offer to do it.” Duff stared at the shirt in his hands, disappointed in his own skills, or rather lack thereof. “And now I see why.” You reached for the shirt back but he refused, holding it away from you.

“No! No, I-I’ll get it.” He unfolded the shirt so he could try again. You went to grab another piece of clothing to fold but he stopped you. “I can do it just-just go do something else.” You were confused at his sudden behaviour but decided not to question it. You went to the kitchen to clean some dishes instead.

Duff stood up when he heard the water running and went over to you. “What are you doing?” He asked as he took the plate from you.

“The dishes?” You answered, starting to get a little frustrated with what he was doing.

“No, just do something fun.” He said and set the dish down and turned the water off.

“Something fun?” You repeated, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeah! Just, like, I don’t know, go read! Watch TV, hell, take my card and go-go shopping, buy whatever you want!” He urged, just wanted to do something for you.

“Something fun?” You repeated, your sadness from the night before and frustration now boiling together. “Something fun I wanted to do was have a nice night with my boyfriend on our fucking anniversary, but I guess we don’t always get what we want, right?” You glared at him for a moment before taking the plate back and starting the water again.

Duff paused and reached for the plate again. “I’m sorry, really, I completely forgot.” He started washing the plate for you and you tried to grab it back.

“Just forget it, alright? It’s fine.” You mumbled and went back to washing it. Duff grabbed it back again.

“Don’t say it’s fine when it’s not.” You grabbed the plate again but Duff didn’t let go. “Let me take care of things today, alright?”

“Duff, I can do things myself.” You stated.

“I know you can because you always do and I’m trying to be nice so please just let me do it!” He pulled on the plate and it slipped out of both your hands, shattering on the floor at your feet. Duff froze, looking between the broken glass and your hurt expression. “I-I’ll clean it up.” Duff said and went to get a broom.

He returned to find you on your knees picking up the little pieces of porcelain. He dropped the broom and rushed over to you, taking your hands away from the broken shards. “What the hell are you doing?! You can’t use your... hands...” He realised what plate it was that broke. A piece of your parents china from their wedding.

Instinctively he went to hold you. “Fuck, I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.” You snapped, pushing him away.

“We can fix it, I promise.” He picked up two pieces and tried putting them together like a puzzle.

“Duff, just stop!” You yelled. He put the pieces down and looked at your face, seeing tears starting to leave your eyes again. He knew if he went to hug you you’d push him away again. He just didn’t know what to do.

So, he got up and went back to the living room, leaving you to cry alone in the kitchen while you pick up the pieces. He knew the only reason the plate needed to be cleaned in the first place was because you used it for what was supposed to be a special occasion, your anniversary.

He tried folding the laundry again, he sucked at it but it didn’t have to be good so long as he could get it done and put away. Anything to help you, even in a small way. He listened to your soft sobs from the kitchen, knowing he couldn’t do anything about it.

He brought the clothes to the bedroom and put everything away where he thought it was supposed to go. He turned around and saw the bed wasn’t made so he started on that next. Afterwards he went back to the kitchen, thinking you’d still be picking up the pieces. Instead you were hiding in the corner, knees pulled up to your chest as you cried.

He didn’t care if you tried pushing him away, he’d never seen you so broken, you could have a gun to his head and he’d still try to get to you in this state.

He pulled you onto his lap and held you close, kissing all over your face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” At this point you didn’t have the energy to push away from him so you just accepted it.

“I-I c-can’t fix it.” Your voice was weak and shaky as you spoke. Duff held you tighter to him.

“It’s ok, just gotta give it a minute.” He whispered. “I’ll help you, alright?” You shook your head, which hurt Duff but he wouldn’t tell you that, you didn’t need to hear that right now. “We could bring it to a professional or something.”

“A professional plate fixer?” You asked. Duff wasn’t sure if you were joking or not.

“I mean, I’m sure we could find someone.” He tried wiping your tears and you stood up. Your legs were shaky under you and Duff went to hold onto you “Where’re you going?”

“Bed.” You muttered. “I just- I want to go to bed.”

“Here, let me-” Duff tried to pick you up but you stopped him.

“No, just- stop.” He did as you asked and let you walk away to the bedroom, watching the door closed behind you.

Duff paused for a moment, trying to think of how he could possibly fix this. He started picking up the pieces of the plate and put them in a plastic container before heading on his journey to find someone to fix it.

He looked around for ages, it was getting dark and he was running out of options when he saw a china shop. He figured if they couldn’t fix it they could at least find him a replica or something.

“Hi, sorry, are you still open?” He asked as he entered the shop. Inside was a Japanese man and his daughter.

“We’re about to close.” The daughter said. Duff let out a heavy breath and placed the container on the counter.

“Can you find me a replica of this? Please?” He asked. The man opened the container and looked at the pieces for a moment before shaking his head. He said something in Japanese, of course Duff couldn’t understand so he looked to the daughter for a translation.

“There isn’t a replica but he said he can fix it.” Duff let out a sigh of relief at that.

“Even better, um, how do you do it?” He asked the man to be respectful even though he knew he wouldn’t understand the answer.

“Kintsugi, it’s a Japanese artform to fix pottery and such.” The daughter explains in a simplified way. Duff nods in understanding and thanks them both before heading back to your shared apartment, hoping he did a good thing.

He made one last stop on his way back home to get your favourite snacks from a convenient store. It’s not much but he wanted to do something, he’d bring you shopping tomorrow and get you more.

“I’m back!” He called as he stepped into the apartment. He carried the bag of snacks into the bedroom where he assumed you still were. Sure enough you were there, under the covers. He went to check if you were sleeping since he thought it was a little early for bed.

“Hey, darling, I got you snacks.” He kneeled down beside you, just as he’d done the night before. There was no response. “I’ll just leave them here for you, alright?” He whispered with a sad, tired smile. He stood up and left but not before giving you a kiss on the forehead. “I love you.” He muttered before closing the door behind him.

He made a makeshift bed for himself on the couch, a thin blanket that didn’t reach his feet, it barely reached his knees, and a small, flimsy throw pillow under his head for some form of comfort.

He managed to fall asleep not long after, only to have a dream of you walking out on him. He awoke in a cold sweat and ran into the bedroom to find you still asleep. He thought about crawling in with you before realising that you could just as easily leave if he was there with you than if he wasn’t.

In front of the door was his solution. He brought over his pillow and blanket and got uncomfortable laying there, now if you wanted to leave you’d have to move him.

You woke up and found the bag of snacks he’d gotten for you, all your favourites of course. You got out of bed to find him crashed on the floor. Thinking he’d overdosed or something you ran over to him and started shaking him awake.

“What, what is it?” He grumbled, slowly sitting up.

“Jesus Christ.” You sighed and hugged him. “I thought you fucking died!” Duff paused a moment before processing it and hugging you back.

“No, I’m fine.” He mumbled, moving his face into the crook of your neck. “You would’ve come to me like that if I died?” He asked with a soft chuckle.

“Fucking idiot, of course I would!”

“Even after everything, you still love me..?” He asked in a much softer tone. You pulled away for a moment.

“First of all, me seeing if you were alive had nothing to do with love.” You stated and pulled him back into a hug. “And of course I still love you, but I can love you and be pissed at you at the same time.” He chuckled at that.

“I found a place to fix your plate, by the way.” He said.

“Is that where you went last night?” He nodded and explained the whole thing to you.

“I was thinking we could hang out today, go shopping and get you some late anniversary presents?” He offered, he was taking you whether you wanted to or not but he wanted it to seem like it was your decision. You nodded and went to get ready.

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stevenssticks · 7 months

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I feel that Duff would tease you until you're almost crying from embarrassment then he would switch up really fast, staring to praise you while going down on you?????

i’m in such a duff mood rn he’s so!!! like someone sedate me.

he would be fingering you hard and fast and then pulling his fingers out all the way when you’re close, teasing n taunting you as you writhe on the bed in frustration :((

he will literally bring you to tears but as soon as he notices you’re crying from his actions he’s softening, “oh baby, did i push you too hard?” mgghwjnmgmmmmmm

he would be so gentle n good to you after that! coming up to kiss you and wipe your tears away before kissing down your body, hooking your legs over his shoulders n eating you out… pulling away to tell you how good your pussy tastes n how he’s so lucky to have you. how beautiful you look. how good you are for him. when you get close this time he moves up to suck your clit into his mouth and push your hips against him with two big hands, and you’re gone immediately and crying again from the release.

and the aftercare aaaaaaa he’s so big he would be so good for cuddles!!!! those big arms around you would be so comforting and secure<33 i need me a man like duff.

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gnrbitch · 1 year

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Does she have alcohol?

warnings: alcoholism? (maybe idk)

mentions: Lenny Kravitz

y/nn: your nickname

based off Slash’s biography

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1990

Slash had just been flown into New York by Lenny, something about him wanting Slash to be on his record. Slash thought it was cool, the recognization he was getting as a guitarist, not just the guitarist from guns n’ roses. But now he was here, waiting for Lenny to get ready in his apartment that, to Slash, looked like a vintage hippie store had just thrown up.

And sure, Slash had been sober from heroin for a quick minute, but that didn’t stop him from drinking like a madman. So he sat there, suddenly feeling chills, sweat and everything else that comes with being an alcoholic.

“Lenny, man, do you have anything to drink?” “Nah man, I have a joint though” Lenny responded to a suddenly pale Slash sitting on his couch. “Yea that’s cool, but I really need something to drink”

As Lenny went around asking his neighbors if they had some kind of alcohol Slash could drink, he was pacing right behind him “Can’t we just stop by a bar on the way to the studio?” Slash asked looking at Lenny, who had already started walking out of his apartment building. “Sorry dude, bars are closed on Sunday”

That made Slash nervous. Really fucken nervous. What kind of place was this? Closed bars on a Sunday? What the fuck?

The ride to the studio was personally, Slash’s personal hell. As they walked through the parking lot of the studio Slash turned to look at Lenny “Look man I need a fucken drink, I can’t play unless I have something to drink.”

“I get it man, i’ll get you something. Don’t worry.”

Lenny didn’t get it, Slash thought. Sure the dude smokes weed to write music and stuff. But he didn’t need it.

Lenny smiled as he walked into the studio, knowing he had found the solution to Slash’s hell. “Hey! y/nn!” Lenny called to the girl bending down to get her soda from the vending machine.

Y/n turned to look over at the voice, happy to see her dearest friend. Lenny, y/n and her guys met each other when Lenny first moved to Manhattan. All of them being musicians helped them build a bond.

“Hey Lenny, and friend” y/n knew who the friend was, but once you have some drinks with Iggy Pop, who was always spotted in New York considering he lived there, you really can’t be starstruck anymore.

“Y/nn honey, I hate to be a bother” Lenny started, getting cut off by Y/n’s sarcastic ass “do you? really?” Lenny rolled his eyes at the girl, knowing she was right. “Yea yea, do you and the guys have anything to drink?” “Preferably, alcohol?” He gave a side eye to Slash, who was wondering who this y/nn girl is, does she have alcohol, and what was she doing in the studio.

“Yea, the guys have some” Y/n responded, weirded out look on her face as she noticed Lenny’s friend looking quite like shit. “cmon” she said as she started walking towards the room her and the guys were recording in. “is your friend okay?” she said looking at Lenny, and before Lenny had the chance to answer her, Slash spoke. “Slash” was all he said “what?” Y/n said turning her head to him, not quite hearing him. “I’m Slash” he said louder.

“That’s nice, i’m Y/n” Y/n said giving him a soft smile, opening the door to her bands recording room.

“Im back” She started, “Lenny needs some alcohol” she finished, looking over to Sammi, their rhythm guitarist. “Take what you need man” Sammi said, pushing a bottle of tequila towards him.

On one hand, Slash was fucken relieved he finally had something to drink. But in the other, his ego was kinda bruised. What was up with these people? Did they not know who he is?

Caught up in his thoughts, he stared blankly at y/n who, was holding the bottle to him.

“Slash? Hello?” She said looking at him “Shit yea, thanks” he said, hating how shaky his voice sounded. He looked for Lenny, who he found sitting on the couch. “Sit down man, you look rough” a voice said, Slash looked at him. “Sydney don’t be fucked up” Y/n told the unknown guy, now known as Sydney “But yea, you should sit down Slash” She said turning her head back to him.

After drinking the bottle like his life depended on it, Slash finally felt good. Ignoring what everyone else in the room was talking about, his eyes floated to Y/n. He took in her appearance, necklaces that adorned her neck, falling perfectly around her loose V neck dress. He smiled to himself, what a pretty dress.

After looking at her for what felt like forever, soaking in every detail of her, he realized, Y/n is really pretty. Sure she’s hot, but he felt this pretty feeling being in the same room as her. And Slash didn’t know what it was, but he knew he liked Y/n.

Y/n. What a cool name, he thought, Y/n. It sounded nice in his head, but he wondered how it would sound if he said it out loud. “Y/n” He subconsciously said, wanting to slap himself after Y/n turned to him, giving him a little “yes?”

Shit. Now he had to start a conversation. “So, um, you make music?” another shit. he sounded like an idiot. “Yea” Y/n gave him a little laugh “I’m lead vocals” she said, now giving him his full attention. “That’s cool” he gave her a half smile, not knowing what else to say.

“I like your name” he blurted, cursing whatever the fuck had him acting like a school boy with a crush, he was usually much smoother with the ladies. “Thanks, I like yours too, Slash” she said putting an emphasis on his name, and Slash liked it, he liked how his named sounded coming out of Y/n’s mouth.

“Well I hate to cut this conversation short, but me and Slash gotta get working” Lenny said getting up, “Wouldn’t want your lady to wait up for you” He said, oblivious to Slash’s little crush on Y/n.

They said their goodbyes, Slash thanked them for the drink, they all told each other they would hang out again when they all weren’t busy.

When Slash and Lenny left, Y/n felt a bit of disappointment at the fact Slash had a girlfriend. But she couldn’t be surprised, he was Slash for god sakes.

And while Slash and Lenny walked to their recording room, Slash turned to Lenny “I really like your friend” “Y/n?” Lenny asked him, “Yea.”

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I feel like this is kinda shit, but let me know what you guys think!! pt2?

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duffslut · 2 years

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Making love

Duff Mckagan x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 441

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

The white sheets were thrown on the floor outside the bed, the sunlight was weak through the small crack in the curtain at the window, you had just woken up and Duff was between your legs, kissing your thighs slowly with his warm mouth before he reached down to your panties and carefully slid them down.

You held his blond hair tightly and closed your eyes as Duff began to suck on you, sliding his tongue all over your pussy hungrily. His hands went up to your belly and his nails scratched your skin lightly as he feasted on your pussy juice, kissing your clit and playing with his tongue at your entrance. You came while you moaned outrageously, Duff didn't leave between your legs until all your cum was wiped with his tongue, which made your legs shake even more and your pussy feel sensitive for longer.

You let go of his hair and stretched your hands to his back as he climbed up distributing kisses on your belly, you scratched the skin of his back affectionately as Duff moved closer to your lips, he licked your chin and bit it lightly before finally moving up to your mouth and sharing a salty kiss, mixed with his saliva and the taste of your cum that could still be felt on his tongue.

- Y/n... - Duff moaned between the kiss as he positioned his hips between your legs, his hard cock pulsing against your entrance. - My sweetie. - he muttered as his thick cock finally slid inside you with ease.

Duff started his thrusts inside you and at the same time whispering praises in your ear while he fucked you, the sweat from his neck dripped onto your chest as his speed increased inside you, making you feel complete with his cock filling you. The heat in the room increased and your moans mingled with Duff's as he moved his hips nimbly.

His hand landed around your neck, pulling you into a kiss, you could tell your boyfriend was as close to coming as you were. Duff closed his eyes and his thrusts became slower, until you felt that his cum had already been released inside you, you moved your hips unhurriedly, rocking on his dick as it started to go soft inside you, and as soon as Duff came out of you, you came again, breathing as heavily as Duff, who was now lying beside you on the bed.

- There's no better way to start the day than with the taste of you in my mouth. - Duff said, looking you in the eye while playing with his fingers on your belly.

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thesmokingguns · 1 year

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Cum Again

Minors DNI 18+

Mentions of sex, cum play, rough sex

His bed creaked as you shifted your hips, riding him as he thumbed your clit, playing it like he was playing his bass. His eyes locked onto the way your breasts bounced , nipples hard and the soft swell of your curves alluring. His thumb pushed against you as you rocked on him, groaning loudly at the sensation.

He loved watching you ride him. The way your stomach moved with him inside of you, how your thighs shook as they flexed as you rose and dropped on his cock. His balls smacked against you and made that wet sound from the way you pussy was leaking, wetting everything in the stickiness of your juices as you moved.

"You like that?" he teased as you nodded your head, lips parted but reduced to no words, just facial expressions and weak head movements for him. How did he expect you to speak when you were half cock drunk and full exhausted, "Would you like to cum? Do you think you’ve earned it?" he knew you were close from the way your moans came from your throat and you bucked your hips wildly.

The way Duff knew exactly how to tease you, knew to start talking to you when he was getting close because there was nothing like his dirty talk that got you close. You would blush and act embarrassed but when he talked about what he was doing to you he could feel the way your pussy flexed instinctively on his cock with that juicy need for more.

"So close Duff, please." The four words took a lot out of you to say and he smiled, loving how he could make you so cock drunk from him. He wanted you to be this helpless and needy for him all the time.

The blonde rolled you both , bending your thigh to your chest as he pressed into your deeper and harder, the way your breath caught at the sensation and you moaned out you grabbed the waves of his blonde hair , smashing his lips against yours. He could feel the way your walls contracted against him, tight as they squeezed and massaged his cock as you orgasmed.

Duff was going deep, knowing you would be whimpering and hobbling later from the way he drove himself deep into your body, smacking your cervix and feeling you tighten on reflex around him. But you liked when it hurt a little or a lot. Getting hurt during sex was a kink to you, something he had to be warmed up to but took full advantage of now.

He wasn't going to be able to last, he knew that. Not with the way that you clung to him, nipples, dragging across his chest as you shook from your orgasm. You couldn’t keep your eyes open, they had snapped shut as your back arched and you trembled through your pleasure. Three pumps later and his cock was filling you, pearly white semen filling you up as he bucked his hips to drive it in deeper, stuffing you full of his cum like it was a gift.

You were panting, taking it all in as you watched him look down, swiping the edge of his cock with his thumb to bring up a mixture of both of your cum to your lips and watching the way your tongue darted out to clean it off. The instinct of it, knowing that he wanted you to taste the both of you and how you craved it. Only he would think to do something like that with you. Only Duff knew you this intimately.

"My dirty little freak." he was pleased with you, falling beside you as he rolled you with him, his cock growing flaccid as it stayed inside you, "I wouldn't trade you for the world."

Curling you beside him, he dragged one of your legs over his thighs, the small gasp you made as you felt his cum start to leak out. The blush on your cheeks as he smirked, hand sliding from your thigh to your pussy, pushing two finger in. The squelching wet sound they made making your ears burn in embarrassment. Your pussy all torn up and used by his cock now squeezing around his fingers as he laughed softly, adams apple bobbing.

“Look at you. All fucked out and yet your pussy is still squeezing begging me for more. I just wanted to plug you up. Keep my cum in that fertile sweet pussy and you’re already trying to get fucked again.” he was teasing you as you tried not to hump his hand, but you were always so desperate around him, you couldn’t help how you reacted.

Duff swirled his fingers, they were covered in the mix of both of you and you groaned so loudly, pushing against his fingers. Your nails dug into his shoulders and you thought about begging him to please stop his torture. YOu weren’t sure that you could handle the teasing. BUt that wasn’t what came out.

“Please fuck me again.” Duff looked at you, looked at the way you seemed just as shocked by the words and smiled, pulling his fingers from you and sliding them into your mouth.

“Gladly.” He was rolling you back, opening your legs as you moaned, the tip of his cock sliding into you as he pressed his weight against you and held you against the mattress, “It’s so fucking hot how much you want me. How you beg me for it.” he groaned.

“Need you.” you couldn’t even make full sentences and you knew he was eating this shit up. Knew Duff loved hearing you ask him for more.

“You just lay there, let me use you up again and then you need to sleep; this is just the first day I’m back. We have a full day tomorrow and I don’t want to use you all up tonight.” he was teasing you, well aware that he’d wake up with you ready to go again.

“Yes, Duffy.” he smirked, kissing your lips as rocked into you. He had missed this.

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