#duff mckagan one shot

[duffslut]

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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[axlrosebaby]

.⋅ ۵ smoking kills ۵ ⋅.

☆ axl rose ･ﾟﾟ･｡

☆ 1759 words ･ﾟﾟ･｡

☆ smut ･ﾟﾟ･｡

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Your hands were on his chest, head thrown back and eyes tightly squeezed shut. The movement of your hips was stuttering and it was all too much. His hands were roaming your waist, sometimes absentmindedly trailing up to your breast to squeeze your nipple and chuckle lowly at your reaction. 

There was a cigarette arrogantly placed between his lips, moving as he spoke dirty words into the privacy of the night - words only meant to be heard by you. 

You continued to bounce up and down on his cock, nails digging into his shoulders and it angered you how unbothered he seemed by the whole situation. There was a smirk on his face, his head resting against the headboard, eyes fixated on your pussy as it sank down on his cock. And he was still smoking that damn cigarette. The smell was the epitome of conceit; he knew he had you but you didn’t have him and he liked it. It made the ordeal seem non-comital and God were you becoming agitated.

“Can you- fuck…” His cock hit a particular spot inside you, the angle at which you came down on him making you stop. “Put the cigarette out?”  Your moans were breathy and tears were falling from your eyes. 

He laughed at you, removing his hands from your waist to take a long drag before returning them to your skin seconds later. “Why?” 

You continued your movements, stopping momentarily to grind down against him so your clit got some friction. 

“Axl, please.” You used his shoulders as support, throwing your head back and a single tear falling from the corner of your eye, trailing towards your hairline. “Shhh,” he muttered, bucking his hips up into you once before letting you go and taking the cigarette from his mouth. His eyes twinkled in the low light, pupils blown wide with lust and mouth parted as he tried to keep his composure. Then, he held the cig up to your lips, a smile gracing his face. “Take a drag, sugar.” 

You looked at the cigarette trepidatiously, eyes flickering between it and him. Your movements had slowed to a simple grind of your hips, his actions catching you off guard. He noticed your apprehension, one hand reaching out for your face. He cupped your cheek and ran a thumb over your cheekbone, his grip firm and soft all at once. 

“You take a drag and I’ll put it out.” The smell of tobacco was overpowering and you could feel paper on your lips, heat emanating from it. “Go on.” Your mouth was sealed shut, his cock resting inside you as you sat still, too nervous to move. You hadn’t smoked before and the first time you tried a cigarette would be whilst Axl Rose was inside you. But the odds were good. The nicotine was the thing keeping him so calm and if that were removed, maybe he’d show you some real attention.

So, you wrapped your lips around the cigarette, not missing the prideful look in his eyes as you inhaled. There was a burn in your throat and it tasted…awful. You coughed, tears in your eyes and heard the faint chuckle of Axl as he stubbed the cig out and returned his hands to your hips, moving you slowly up and down his cock. 

“Such a good girl. You never smoked before, huh?” The nicotine did nothing to stop the racing of your heart as he dug his fingers into your hips, moving you involuntarily up and down his cock selfishly. 

You shake your head and look down at him, a little whimper falling from your lips. His pace was torturously slow, the way he was moving his hips up into you and manhandling you like you were a little toy was degrading and pleasurable all at once. “P-please.” You tried to gain more friction, tried to make him quicken his pace but his grip was bruising and he wouldn’t allow it. 

“Don’t push it.” His words were a warning and he stopped moving altogether, his cock twitching inside of you. The self-control he had was like no other.

Your arms were shaking and your hands were trembling. All the pleasure and pain he’d inflicted on you previously was still surrounding you: his tongue on your pussy, his fingers inside you and the two orgasms he’d drawn out of you, your moans loud and desperate. 

It’d been maybe an hour of the going back and forth - the way he’d brought you to the edge only to pull you back and laugh as you whimpered and cried. Goddamn sadist. 

You gaze at him with tears falling from your eyes and he looks back up at you, eyes hooded with lust and a certain determination you haven’t seen in him before. He seems hungry for you and the way his mouth parts and the way his breathing gets heavier makes your stomach flip in anticipation. 

“On your front,” he mutters and taps the top of your thigh. 

It takes a moment for you to collect yourself before you slowly inch off his dick and roll over onto your stomach, your already trembling arms not doing much for support. You feel the bed shift as he moves as well and you feel the heat emanating from him as he hovers behind you.

You shiver as his hands return to their home on your hips and you feel your heart beat faster in your chest as he leans down, his lips near your ear. 

“Tell me what you want.” He brushes the shell of your ear as he speaks, breathing hot on your skin and the scent of tobacco on his tongue. You whimper in reply and arch your back, your brain unable to form an answer. 

His hand brushes your hair away from your face and shushes you, not in an attempt to comfort but in an attempt to mock. “Tell me.” He kisses your neck as he waits for a reply, the sensation only adding to your inability to speak. 

“Mhm.” You sound pathetic as he kissed along your jaw and down to the backs of your shoulders. 

“What’s that?” His words are so degrading - he knows what he’s doing and he’s proud of it. 

“Y-you.” Your breath shudders and your heart beats in your chest. He continues to kiss up and down the curve where your neck connects to your shoulder and you feel his hand skim your back and grasp himself, lining up with you before pushing in completely. 

You allow yourself a small victory as he groans in your ear, head resting in the crook of your neck. He stills for a moment, gathering himself and trying to remain as composed as he was. 

And then, he moves: slowly and methodically. 

His breath shudders and you press your face into the covers, smiling as he starts to lose his well-built control. His chest is pressed up against your back, heaving with deep breaths, and the ends of his hair tickle your skin; the intimacy of the position has you squirming underneath him and when he pulls out completely and slams back inside you, you grip at the sheets for support, letting out a strangled groan - a noise reminiscent of a cry. You were crying for him.  

“Shhh, now, pretty girl. Take it.” One of his hands rested on your hip, pulling you flush against him with each thrust. The other curled into your hair, tugging lightly and making pain erupt through your scalp. Tears were pooling in the corners of your eyes as he moved in and out, his pace sporadic. He’d move so slowly, teasing the head of his cock against your sweet spot, kissing your shoulders, and then he’d quicken his thrusts, making you sob into the pillows and writhe underneath. 

“A-Axl…” There was a chuckle, low in his chest and he was gripping at your hips, the warmth of him absent as he leaned back on his heels. And then, you were pulled flush against his hips, your ass in the air, head still buried firmly in the pillows. 

He continued his pace, his position helping him sink deeper inside you. Tears were forming in your eyes, your stomach turning and static humming contentedly along your body. His fingers were digging into your flesh, his own moan pushing past his lips and gracing your ears. 

“So-,” he was cut off by a groan. “So fucking good.” His cock was continually hitting your sweet spot a hand trailing along the length of your back to grip your hair and pull your head up. “God, you’re such a fuckin’ whore.” 

He was rambling, words barely forming under his breaths and you could tell he was just where you were. It was closing in on the both of you, building solid and fast inside of you. It threatened to spill with each thrust, your legs shaking and moaning loud. 

“Can fuckin’ feel you.” His grip was bruising, his pace leaving you a babbling mess. “Come on, baby. Come for me- fuck.” His hips were stuttering, thrusts sloppy and chasing his orgasm. 

“Axl,” you whimpered, feeling your pleasure surmount and then snap, white noise coming into your brain, the world around you melting away. There were curses mixed with his name and barely audible praises passing Axl’s lips. Until, he stilled inside you, his cum filling you an unfamiliar feeling. 

His breathing was heavy as he pulled out of you, the bed shifting with his weight as he lay next to you. You didn’t dare move, shaky all over and still trying to catch your breath. Axl was unbothered as he rustled around for something on the nightstand. You were acutely aware of the click of a lighter and the strong smell of tobacco.

You groaned as you managed to find yourself, legs shaking as you sat up in bed. 

“Enjoy yourself did you?” There was a smirk paired with his question and you rolled your eyes, pushing hair out of your face. There was a moment of silence before he held the cigarette up to you. “It’ll help you calm down.” You looked trepidatiously between him and the cigarette. One drag wouldn’t hurt. So you placed your lips around the butt, inhaling softly and coughing as the smoke filled your mouth. 

“I don’t like that.” He was laughing at you, pulling the cigarette away and taking his own drag. 

“You will. You said you didn’t like me and look at you now.” God, he was arrogant. 

“Shut up.”

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[gnrbitch]

Can I have this dance?

17 yr Slash! x 17 yr Y/n!

Warnings: Just some profanity

Angst?, some jealous Slash, Fluff!!!

Y/l: your last name (but you guys probably already knew that)

Y/hs: Your hairstyle of choice

Imagine whatever style of dress you want! I just chose the color for you guys (oops!)

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1983

Slash was truly appalled when he had heard that Y/n Y/l, his ex girlfriend was going to the prom with Jonny Reed. Why was she going with some other dude instead of him?

Sure they had ‘Broken up’, but they were always breaking up, everyone knew that. Slash would say something that would upset Y/n, and he would be to stubborn to admit he was in the wrong (which he always was), then they would break up, but then he would always go to her house and apologize! All he needed was some time!

But now here he was, listening to Marc retell the story of how Johnny Reed has asked Y/n out to prom.

“I think she said yes out of spite” Steven said as they all hung out in Slash’s moms basement. “of course she did! that’s the reason we broke up this time!” Slash said pacing around, he can’t remember the last time he was this stressed. “Wait what?” Marc said, furrowing his eyebrows “You told Y/n you didn’t wanna go to prom?”. “I mean not exactly, I just told her prom was lame and that only losers go.” Slash responded with a semi-guilty look.

Steven scoffed, “Y/n always talks about prom in class” (which Slash wouldn’t know, considering he’s in continuation) “So i say, that spite is well deserved!”.

~

As Slash laid in bed that night, the only thing going through his head was Y/n.

He loves Y/n, he really does, I mean that’s why he’s able to apologize to her after only being apart from her for 2 days! And Slash was not the kind of person to apologize. And Y/n knew that!!! She should feel lucky he even apologizes!

But Slash knew Y/n was in the right, again. He had basically given her a pass to go with someone else, Johnny Reed at that!! What a fucken loser, he would’ve rather much had Steven take her!

The point is, Slash was jealous, the kind of jealous that made him want to march up to Jonny Reeds house and beat his ass. Now thinking about how hot- beautiful (Y/n prefers when he calls her that, she thinks hot is corny) Y/n’s gonna look, he now regrets not asking her to that stupid fucken prom. Knowing Y/n, he would’ve gotten a special treat after the prom.

Now sitting up, he decided, he’s going to that fucken prom, and he’s gonna snatch Y/n away from fucken Johnny Reed.

~

“Mom, I need you to make me a suit for prom” Slash said with a mouthful of cereal, grateful for the fact his mom was a designer so he didn’t have to waste any money on a stupid suit he was only gonna use once.

“Prom huh? what colors did you guys choose?” His mom, Ola responded. Slash looked at her confused, “What?”. “You and Y/n, what color did you guys choose?” Ola, looking at her son, eyebrows furrowed, confused look on his face “To wear Slash, the color you guys are gonna wear”.

“Oh! oh, about that” He said looking down, using his spoon to swirl the left over milk from his cereal “Me and Y/n broke up, and another guy is taking her.” “What! What happened Slash?”. Now Ola was aware of Slash and Y/n’s relationship, and she really had love for the girl, being able to deal with her very stubborn son, and since they’ve been together, Slash has been staying away from trouble.

“Well I told her prom is lame and only losers go.” Slash said “But i didn’t think she would take it so hard!” Ola rolled her eyes “Let me guess, now you’re going to go to the ‘lame’ prom and get her back”, Slash flashed her a smile “exactly”. Slash’s mom sighed, “Okay, let’s work on that suit. I’m thinking Navy blue”

~

It was the day of the prom, Slash had gotten himself ready and borrowed his moms car, but before heading to school he obviously had to pick up Steven, Marc and their dates, who are acquainted with Y/n.

“I was a bit suprised when Steven told me you were going to the prom, Slash” Stevens date, Jamie had said looking at Slash through the car mirror. “You were suprised! imagine how i was!” Steven responded hitting Slash’s shoulder while he was driving. Slash just grumbled a little “yea” and kept his eyes on the road. “I’m guessing you’re going for Y/n” Marc’s date, Angela spoke. “Y/n!! omg i was there when she got her dress, she looked so pretty” Jamie responded looking over to Angela. Slash’s grip on the wheel tightened at the mention on Y/n, he looked over to Marc to get them to shut up, but he just shrugged his shoulders.

“Poor Y/n, Slash you should’ve seen the look of horror she had when Johnny asked her.” Angela said with a sympathetic look on her face, Slash gave another glance to Marc, who in his words said “She had her hands over her face and nodded her head.” Marc didn’t even look at him.

“What do you mean?” Slash said looking at Angela through the car mirror. “Well she was embarrassed that was sure, I mean she was asked in front of everyone! She probably said yes out of pity.”

Now that was a huge relief for Slash. A pity yes! He now felt ten times more confident, his confidence faltering while he was looking at himself in the mirror.

They soon enough got to school, and as soon as they entered the building Slash looked around for Y/n, but she wasn’t there yet.

But when she did get there, Slash almost slapped himself in the face for not asking her. A beautiful baby blue silk dress and Y/hs, Slash felt like crying, truly, how did he manage to let a fucken loser like Johnny Reed take his girl to the prom?

~

Quickly, the night turned sour for Y/n, first noticing Slash was here made her heart churn, stuck on wanted to leave and go home, or running to Slash and begging him to stay by her side the whole night. But she just followed wherever Johnny took her, feeling upset when she noticed that smug look he had on his face when he noticed Slash was here.

They ended up arguing at their table because that asshole had decided to let Suzy Grant rub herself all over him on the dance floor.

So Y/n ended up sitting by herself, with the occasional hellos from people.

Until she felt someone sit next to her “Y/n”

She almost cried hearing his voice. “Slash”

“I’m sorry for what I said” he said, looking at her side profile, studying all of her features that he dearly missed. Y/n turned to him “It’s okay, you were right, prom is lame”

And Slash felt bad, cause he saw when her and Johnny Reed argued, and he stared at her the whole time she sat alone.

“No it’s not, I just fucked it up for you” Slash said looking right into her eyes, “Yea” Y/n gave a sad chuckle, thinking about how hard she worked for prom “You really did” she finished with tears forming in her eyes. “I’m so sorry Y/n” Slash said holding her hands in his, “it’s okay Slash”

And as the intro to wild horses by the rolling stones started, Slash got up, “Can i have this dance Y/n?” “You don’t dance Slash” she laughed, looking at him like if he was crazy. “For you, i’ll do it” and she grabbed his hand, both of them knowing that he meant more than dance.

As the two of them slow danced, Slash looked at her “I missed you Slash” she said, one arm over his neck, the other holding his hand. “I fucken missed you too Y/n” he said looking at her, and after slow dancing to half of the song, he finally gained some courage. “Y/n?” He said, suddenly feeling a deep blush in his face “yes?”

“I love you”

Y/n smiled, her heart racing because this was the first i love you, and it came from him. “I love you too Slash” she said, giving him a kiss, in which he was happy to give back.

maybe prom wasn’t lame after all.

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Guys holy shit i’m soooo sorry for not posting😭 i started school and it’s been kicking my ass. I’ll be trying to post more!!! hopefully you guys enjoyed this 💕

LMFAO also Slash look so awkward in that pic 😭

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[flkmoresluvr]

Best Friend ( Slaxl one shot. )

< axl x slash , gif credits to me , kinda inspired by dress by taylor swift , not proofread or grammatically corrected so enjoy :) >

blue orbs pointed straight ahead, the splat on the wall of the lounge entertained his attention. oblivious to the fact that his bandmates were trying desperately to hold a conversation with him but his mind . . . was elsewhere.

with a snap of duff’s fingers, axl’s head bolted to their direction. vacant look on his face, his eyebrows slightly raised. he cleared his throat. “yeah?”

“you alright, man? you’re acting weird.” a hint of concern filled duff’s tone as he sipped from the bottle of vodka he had bought not even fifteen minutes ago, now almost empty.

slash, slouched down across from axl in the booth, too busy flirting with the woman at the bar to even notice the love but desperation that swallowed the redhead whole.

the week prior, the two went out drinking together after a frantic slash wanted to distract his mind from his girlfriend who ditched him for a girls trip.

“how could she do that to me?” slash slurred his words, picking up the bottle of whiskey to take another sip before slamming it back down onto the wooden table. “fuck!” he groaned, picking up the bottle yet again but he chugs it this time.

“hey, slow it down.” axl, seated on the floor, his own bottle of whiskey placed in his lap but he was still on his first bottle. he stopped counting with how much slash was drinking.

slash slowly nodded his head, setting the bottle down onto the table. “sorry. just a little upset.” he shrugged his shoulders, standing up from his spot and began pacing.

the room had fallen silent, other than the sounds of slash’s boots making contact with the hardwood flooring. axl narrowed his eyes, observing slash’s facial expressions and how his hands were shaking marginally. a line appearing between his eyebrows.

axl shook his head slightly, now standing up on his own two feet. then in such a quick motion, almost enough to make axl’s head spin, slash grabbed him by the collar of his plaid shirt with his fists. their faces inches away from each other and it scared axl to no end.

he could smell the whiskey from slash’s breath, feeling the warmth radiating off him and how his hands were still shaking. they’ve never, NEVER, been this close before. not like this, not even when they were fighting

“slash.” axl says gently, his voice not being above a whisper as their eyes were locked in tight. slash’s face was burnt with deep thought.

his fists loosened around axl’s collar, then he let go completely. but not without pressing his lips against the other for a broken kiss, their noses clashing and axl stood there with his eyes widened. his heart beating out of his chest, almost certain that it would break through the skin.

the two haven’t spoken a word about what happened, about how they made out in slash’s living room and how they were close to having sex right there if the damn phone hadn’t rung. it was his girlfriend, telling him how sorry she was and how she was headed back to his place.

“you’re gonna have to leave.” slash said with no ill intentions but axl felt a pang of hurt in his chest. he didn’t let it show, he nodded his head and said his goodbyes.

on the way home, praying that the alcohol would make them forget about what happened but it seemed to only work for slash.

now sitting in front of slash at the lounge, gathered around the others, axl stared a hole through his head in hopes that he would get the memo.

‘hey, i’m trying to talk to you, idiot!’ axl would scream in his head, even going as far as trying to lift the table to tip his drink over but slash was oblivious. his brown orbs glued to the woman that sat at the bar and it filled the redhead with an intense amount of jealousy for no reason.

when it came time for the band to leave, slash still pretended that axl wasn’t even there.

duff and steven drunkenly wandered off to the parking lot to find their vehicle, izzy was still inside chatting away with the female bartender. leaving axl and slash standing in front of the entrance of the lounge.

a cigarette placed between slash’s lips, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his jeans and axl was staring right at him but he wasn’t looking back. his head held high, facing the sky. a cold breeze brushing past both of them.

“i’ve tried to stay silent but what the fuck is your problem?” axl spoke firmly, causing the other to snap his head towards his way.

slash moved the cigarette from his lips, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. “my problem?” he repeated, a smile playing on his face. “don’t have one. do you?”

axl shifted, facing him. “‘course i do. you don’t fuckin’ remember but i sure as hell do.”

“axl, fuck off. we’re not talking about this when our best friends are here.” slash responds, rolling his eyes as he takes another drag of his cigarette before letting it fall on the ground. putting it out with his boot.

axl paused, his eyebrows furrowed. “best friends? slash, i’m your best friend.”

the other shrugs his shoulders. “well, i don’t want you like a best friend.”

“slash . . . ” axl says quietly, his eyes widened at the sudden confession from him. “why the fuck have you been avoiding me then?”

slash lets another chuckle leave his lips, stepping closer to the redhead. “let’s talk about it later, yeah?”

the sound of an engine caused both men to jump, their heads bolting to the direction. it was just steven and duff giggling away with the smell of marijuana.

“steven broke the damn mirror. where’s izzy?” duff exclaims, looking around to spot izzy.

“still inside.” slash mumbles, pulling out a cigarette pack from his pockets.

“he’ll probably go home with that chick tonight, hop in.” steven yells, leaning over the passenger’s side to the drivers.

axl glances over at slash, shaking his head before climbing into the backseat. the other following shortly after, another cigarette pressed between his lips.

how the hell were they supposed to talk about this later?

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[appetite4savage]

I have like three one shots in my drafts because my brain comes up with a million ideas at once

#one is about sav dating a bad girl inspired by one of ash’s one shots and one is about duff mckagan but i kinda hate it ?? #the last one is singin’ in the rain part two #also one about viv is in the works

[rocket1queen]

Izzy Stradlin One Shot

Warnings: Swearing and smoking

It was a normal Sunday morning and Dalaney was working as usual but she didn't mind, she liked working in a record store; it was calm and there was always good music playing. Plus she liked seeing what people would look at or buy. She thought that the music that people would buy said a lot about them. Usually people that listened to rock looked pretty crazy but were very nice people, she thought that that was true also for the metalheads. The only thing she didn't like about her job were clients that weren't polite.

Of course on a Sunday morning right before her lunch break a group of guys around her age and that talked very loudly had to come into the store and start looking at records.

«I'm sorry everyone but you can't stay in here for long, I'll soon close the shop.»

The group of guys ignored her and kept looking at vinyls as if she didn't spoke at all. She tried to stay calm and she tried to think that, after all, they were still clients and that they were always right even though they weren't at all. Because of that she kept her mouth shut and didn't say anything else.

Unfortunately after 15 minutes the group of guys was still in the shop and she was starving.

«I'm sorry but I really have to close the shop now, so if you could all just get out...»

«Come on sugar, can't you make an exception for us?»

Dalaney looked at the blond guy and then at the guy that was wearing an hat and that she saw putting a vinyl inside of his leather jacket.

«I'm afraid I can't, so please put that vinyl back and get out.»

The guy with the hat seemed surprised by the fact that she had caught him hiding the record under his leather jacket.

«You've got sharp eyes, what's your name doll?»

Dalaney thought about giving the group of guys a fake name but that wouldn't have changed much and maybe if she was nice to them they would leave and actually let her eat her sandwich.

«Dalaney.»

«Nice name honey, I'm Slash.»

«Is that even a real name?»

The guy with the hat laughed and went back to the Led Zeppelin vinyls he was looking at.

«And do you have names too?»

Maybe making small talk wasn't the best idea since she had to eat and the group of clients didn't look like they wanted to leave soon but she didn't have anything else to do apart from making sure that they didn't steal anything.

«I'm Steven and these are Axl, Duff, Slash and Izzy.»

Said a guy with blond hair and a very big and strange smile. After a few seconds Dalaney raised an eyebrow and laughed.

«So you're the only one with a normal name...»

The red-haired guy named Axl laughed and gave her a Queen vinyl, it was Queen II: Queen's second album and her favourite one.

«I see you've got good taste in music.»

«Thank you darling.»

Said the stranger in a very deep and calm voice. It was relaxing listening to him talk.

«Here you go, do you want a bag?»

«Nah, I'm good.»

In that moment she noticed that the guy named Izzy was looking at her.

«What are you looking at?»

«Nothing.»

With that he went back to the vinyls but, that time, it was Dalaney that stared at him. He was tall, with dark hair a nose piercing and dark clothes. She thought he looked like a rockstar.

«Hey, guy in the black shirt.»

«What?»

Dalaney smiled and sat on the counter.

«Are you in some kind of band? You look very punk rock... »

The group of strangers laughed loudly and the dark-haired guy smiled.

«I actually am.»

«What's the band's name?»

When she thought that the guy named Izzy would answer her she heard another voice that was coming from the mouth of the tall blond guy who's name was Duff or something like that.

«Guns N' Roses.».

«You're in the band too?»

The group laughed again and the blond guy nodded.

«We are the band, we are Guns N' Roses.»

Dalaney nodded and went to look into the new arrivals.

«So this is your record then...»

The band looked at the vinyl she was holding in her hand and nodded with a bunch of smiles. The album was called Appetite For Destruction and looked like it was probably good.

«I've never listened to it... What kind of music do you play?»

«Hard rock baby!»

Said the blond guy with the only normal name. Dalaney was curious to hear that group of strangers play.

«Who's the singer?»

«I am honey.»

Said the guy named Axl in his deep voice. At that point she was even more curious to hear him sing so she took the vinyl and put it on the shop's record player. After a few seconds of silence a guitar started playing and another one soon joined. Then came the bass and the drums, the last one to appear was the voice and... God, it was so strange.

«Dude, that's you singing?»

«Yeah.»

Dalaney was shocked to hear his deep and low voice become so high-pitched.

«You fucking rock dudes!»

The band laughed and the guy named Izzy sat next to her on the shop's counter.

«So you like the band?»

«Yeah, you're dope! What do you play?»

The guy named Izzy took a cigarette out of his pack and lighted it.

«Rhythm guitar.»

«Yeah you look like it... Hey that bracelet is so cool, where did you buy it?»

Izzy took a drag from his cigarette and smiled.

«Nowhere, I made it.»

«I want one! How much do you charge?»

Izzy looked like he was going to say something but then changed his mind and smiled again.

«For a girl as beautiful as you? Not even a penny.»

Dalaney rolled her eyes but smiled and started playing with the guitarist's bracelet, she sure was going to get one of those...

#rock music #rocknroll #music #guns n' roses #izzy stradlin #duff mckagan #steven adler #slash #axl rose #hard rock #vinyl #one shot

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

From Helvete With Love

Summary: Euronymous' twin hippie brother is in town and up to cause some chaos! (Bear with me, I'll make it work!)

Pairing: Euronymous x fem!Reader x Kappa

Word Count: ~1.8k

Content Warnings: Double Trouble Smut 18+!, You Don't Really Expect This To Have A Noteworthy Plot Do You?, Threesome (mfm), Spit Roasting, Hair Pulling, Subspace, Emotional Cheating, Implied Substance Use (Alcohol and Pot), Dub-Con Due To The Substance Abuse, Kappa Having Insane Amounts Of Audacity While Euro Is Kind Of An Asshole

A/N: I really hope the nonnie with the Threesome request from 2-3ish weeks ago sees this 👀 Also not proofread bcs I literally need to catch the bus to work in like 3 minutes.

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @b4sementgrl @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess

Cry

Who do you need? Who do you love

When you come undone?

Who do you need? Who do you love

When you come undone?

- Come Undone By Bad Omens

In a high pitched jingle, the little bell above the door indicated that someone had entered the record store but you didn't really bother looking up from the latest issue of Kerrang! magazine, your eyes busy with studying an oven-fresh Duff McKagan interview.

"You call that shithole a record store, huh?" A somewhat familiar voice asked in a cocky tone.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint the person it belonged to and the snarky comment certainly had you raising your gaze towards the counter, shooting right towards the new visitor.

With a sleazy grin playing around his mouth, a well familiar face stared at you with strikingly blue eyes just like those of your boyfriend.

"Look what the cat dragged in…it's the hippie cunt!" You teased right back at the man that happened to be Øystein's twin brother, Kappa.

"Oh, mean, missy!" He scoffed and arched his brows in amusement.

"What do you want, trashbag?" You sneered, smiling at him while your eyes roamed over his features.

You only had met him on a few rare occasions but it never failed to befuddle you just how similar and yet dramatically different Euronymous and Kappa were. Polar opposites in everything but being terribly eccentric and pretentious jackasses.

"I'm in town and I thought to say hi to my brother, is he around by any chance?" Kappa inquired, leaning his torso against the counter whilst throwing you a borderline flirty smile.

"In the back." You nodded your head towards the bureau behind the countertop to gesture him the way.

"Thanks, sugar!" Kappa quipped whilst walking around the counter, heading towards the bureau.

"Fuck off, hippe." You beamed at him with a cheeky smile before lowering your gaze back onto the glossy pages of the magazine.

Neither of you had really been ready for the way this day played out after this seemingly innocent interaction. Everything started with a few guiltless beers at the pub nearby, maybe a few shots of vodka too and the occasional cigarette to go with tipsily firing neurons, craving one hit of serotonin after the other at this point. However, the nicotine in your bloodstream turned into herbally-pungent THC by the time the three of you arrived back at Helvete, sloppy steps scratching over the cold asphalt illuminated by cool-toned street lights. Of course, Kappa had brought some weed with him and neither of you held back in indulging in it to the point where your body felt like one buzzing cloud made out of cotton candy. At some point you weren't sure anymore whether the couch was actually a part of you or not as your weary eyes grazed over a scenery of crushed beer cans, shot glasses and scattered vinyls. The air around you was thick and heavy with the smell of alcohol and pot, the smog covering the record store in a white, translucent veil seeping into every last nook and cranny.

Your bloodshot eyes felt like simply fluttering shut and you could've sworn they did but you weren't sure of this at all. Did you black out for a moment or where did the memories go that would’ve explained how your train of thought got back on track again as you heard yourself breathing out a muffled moan?

"There she is! Got me worried there for a second, sugar." You noticed Kappa talking to you in a breathy tone from above.

The hits of information reached your brain one after the other in a violent flush of realization. You knelt on all fours, a soft mattress underneath your palms and knees swallowing up a good part of the recoil caused by your body being penetrated from both ends, Kappa in the down your throat and Øystein buried deep inside your oozing cunt, both their cocks fucking into you in a firm pace.

Pulling in all the air you possibly could through your nose, you reluctantly looked up to Kappa as you noted how sore your jaw felt with your lips eagerly wrapped around his girth, sucking him off like you never did anything else in your life. How the hell did you get here? The question burned inside of your racing thoughts but you tried to push it to the side as your gaze met with Kappa's, who was looking down at you with an unexpectedly warm smile.

"Don't worry, I got you, make sure you’re okay, hun." He whispered to you in a raspy voice as the hand, that wasn't grabbing fistfuls of your hair to guide your head back and forth over his throbbing cock, went to your cheek to give you soft caresses filled with affirmation.

"Good girl.", He praised, the tip of his hard on nudging against the back of the throat, "Øystein really lucked out with you as a girlfriend. You're funny, you're smart and hella pretty."

"Could you not?" It was now that you really took notice of your boyfriend behind you with his hands on your hips and his lap rocking against your rear in desperate thrusts.

"What? You gotta make her feel at least a little special right now." Kappa sneered back at his brother without ever taking his eyes off of you, practically hypnotized by the way his cock disappeared into your throat with every roll of his hips.

"I think I can do that very well on my own." Euronymous huffed, tightening his grip around your waist before pushing himself into you with such brute force that it nearly hurt.

You winced around Kappa's cock, a few wayward tears pricking at your lower lash line and his thumb wiped them away before they could even really trickle down your face.

"Issok, sugar. C'mon, close your eyes and enjoy yourself." His broad hand cradled your face and you trusted him, allowed yourself to.

"There you go…" Kappa cooed to you in a saccharine-sweet voice, hips rolling against your face in a steady pace, careful to not hurt or overstimulate you.

With that you let yourself go, adjusting to his rhythm while your mind rendered blank. You've never ever felt this filled up before and it was continuously bordering on the very fine line of being just too much for your body but instead of your actual boyfriend it felt like Kappa was guiding you through this, all his attention was on you and you only. Of course, he loved the sight of his cock slipping in and out of your mouth in wet, sloppy sounds, making him feel ready to burst at any minute now but he not once put his own pressure released over your well-being in this constellation. Quite the contrary to his brother who was railing into you at a merciless pace from behind, rendering your tightening cunt sore from within. In a way, he knew that he wasn't having the upper hand here anymore and in desperate, failing attempts Øystein tried to turn your attention back to him which only led to you being even more infatuated with the gentle yet firm ways of his brother.

Kappa put you in a headspace you've never experienced before and to say that this state was blissful oblivion would've been an understatement. Mixed with all the substances in your bloodstream, you felt yourself slipping into beautiful nothingness and just felt your body, felt Kappa's cock sliding down over your tongue again and again while he held your head by your hair, steadying you, making sure to not accidentally choke you with his girth. He made it known that he was here for you and it made your chest feel all warm and secure, a warmth that would shot right down between your legs in the very next second, making you clench down around Euronymous' cock in what turned out to be the first contractions of an orgasm that took you by surprise. You inhaled sharply as undefined moans and whimpers vibrated around Kappa's hard on which he only reluctantly pulled out of your mouth. While Øystein rode you through your orgasm, gradually losing himself in it, Kappa stroked himself off with a few quick pumps of his fists, spilling and splattering thick ropes of his seed right onto your face. With your entire body convulsing around your boyfriend one rouge thought escaped its prison and ran wild inside your mind. For a moment you couldn't help yourself but to wish that it was Kappa's cock you were cumming on right now. Your eyes shot wide open as a sharp pang of shame and guilt chased right after the orgasmic high.

"Dude, really?!" Øystein groaned behind you, drilling himself into your now utterly overstimulated pussy one last time before coming undone deep inside of you himself. You recognised how he filled you up with himself like so many times before but you couldn't pull any please from it right now, instead you stared back up to Kappa who was breathing heavily.

"What? I thought it to be a bit more decent than busting my load down your girlfriend's throat, no?" Kappa scoffed at his brother, lowering his hand down to your face again, gathering a dollop of his cum from your chin and smearing it just over your trembling lips, the tip of his thumb prodding against your mouth, leaving it up to you whether to open up or not. Entranced by the way his icy blue eyes were beaming down at you, you did just that, a part of you defiling your boyfriend for never taking care of you the way his brother did.

#rory culkin #rory culkin lords of chaos #lords of chaos #euronymous x fem!reader #euronymous #kappa x you #kappa smut #kappa x fem!reader #kappa black mirror #kappa

[ovlxo]

Affair - Modern Duff McKagan x Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, SMUT

Disclaimer: I love Duff and Susan, this is 100% a work of fiction, fantasies are fantasies right?

POV: Your Axl Rose’s daughter, 21 year old, Y/N Rose. You’ve just got back to the hotel after a gig where Duff spent his breaks and subtle turns making eyes at you, it was something that had been brewing for a while between you both but Duffs’ wife, Susan had always been there and so neither of you had had the chance to act on this sexual tension…

“Okay, room keys; we’re all on the eighth floor, rooms are all double suites, hot-tubs in two of ‘em, fight amongst yourselves.” Your dad spoke with authority as he threw the keys on the table. 

“Dibs on the hot-tub, night guys.” Slash grabbed one of the gold-tipped keys and swooped Meegan up toward the elevators with a ‘whoop!’.

“Yeah, my legs are killin’ me from my ride this morning. Am I good to take the other one?” Duff made eyes with everybody, lingering a second too long on you. 

“That’s cool, Y/N, pick a key, doll. I’ll see you down here for breakfast in the morning?” Your dad smiled at you, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and kissing your hair.

“Yeah, Dad, okay, night.” You blushed at the embarrassment of your dad showing any affection in front of the whole band and picked up a key. 

“Night guys, great gig tonight!.” He spoke with a genuine smile toward the group and headed upstairs. 

The rest of the band trickled upstairs slowly, Duff was over by the payphone, jamming at the small metal buttons. Realising you weren’t ready to call it a night you headed over to the bar, eyes on Duff who spotted you out of the corner of his eye and watched you walk away. 

“Can I have a Cosmopolitan, please?” Smiling up at the bartender as you swivelled in your seat taking in all of the names on the bottles lined up.

“Hope you’ve got some ID, little lady.” Duff’s voice melted through your body as he spun you around to face him.

“Hey, what did that pay-phone do to deserve such a beating?” You giggled, kicking his leg with your heeled boot playfully. 

“Nothin’ works in hotels, man! Just means I’ll get it in the neck when I’m back home for not checking in.” Duff’s hand went to the back of his neck, as his eyes shot up and down your body, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

“Oh there’s no way I could deal with that, have a drink, talk to me…” You smiled, gently biting your lip as you looked down toward the top button of his pants.

“Okay, just one and then we’ll go to bed.” He winked and sat down on the stool next to you, ordering a whisky on the rocks. 

“Promises, promises. I do like the sound of that hot-tub.” You shot back quickly, sipping on your cosmo, and feeling a wave of pleasure rush up your spine. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t have one ear-marked, Daddy’s little princess.” He laughed, finding an excuse to bump your knees together and gently touch your arm.

“Fuck you! Would Daddy’s little princess be sipping drinks at the hotel bar and trying to bone his bassist?” Your stomach sank as you realised what you’d said, the cosmo helped you speak the whole truth apparently.

“I guess it’s expected when all that bassist has done for the last month is imagine her underneath him.” Duff’s hand ran from your knee to your inner-thigh, eyes not leaving your lips as you bit down in response to his gentle fingers.

“What would you say to making both of our little fantasies come true?” You placed a hand on his thigh, squeezing and making your way towards the growing bulge in his pants. 

“I’d say, how about we finish these drinks in my hot-tub?” His finger brushed right up against your now sodden lace panties. 

“Lead the way, McKagan.” You held out your hand and grabbed your cocktail, almost watching the scene out of body in disbelief. 

Duff led you to the elevators, both of you vigilant for any late-coming roadies. The elevator seemed to take forever to arrive as you both felt the niggle to rip each other's clothes off right there. 

Finally, you arrived at Duff’s suite which was nestled right in a corner away from any other doors and potential prying ears. As soon as the key turned the lock green, Duff grabbed hold of you and threw you over his shoulder, you let out a quiet shriek as the door closed and Duff carried you to the inner-balcony doors. Thankfully, the hot-tub was already bubbling away, you slid down Duff’s body and wrapped your legs around his waist, instantly consumed by his lips, your tongues entwined with each other, tasting the bitter whisky on his tongue only served to arouse you even more. 

He practically ripped the silk dress from you, happily greeted by your red-lace lingerie.

“I love this…” he moaned in your ear as he greedily grabbed at your breasts, pushing his now rock-hard member up against your inner thigh. 

Your hands gripped his hair as he sucked on your nipples, carrying you over to the tub, he gently placed you in the water, pulling your bra off as the bubbles caressed every inch of you. He quickly stripped, caressing himself as he slid under the jets with you. His hands were instantly on your body, grabbing your hips and pulling you toward him, squeezing your cheeks and exploring your mouth once more with his own. 

“Give it to me, Duffy.” You whispered, biting down his neck, to his tattooed shoulder. 

“Anythin’ you want, baby.” Duff pulled you into his lap as he sat on one of the perches, you quickly lost your panties as he replicated your actions and started nipping your neck.

Slowly sliding down on his generous length, your nails dug into his shoulders. Both of you moaning in sync at the sensation. 

“Fuck yeah…” he whispered, squeezing your hips and leaving a dark purple bruise on your collarbone before throwing his head back.

You bounced gently on his lap, feeling his balls slap against your ass as he met your thrusts. 

“Oh God… Duff… harder.” You gasped, taking him as deep as you could, the pain melting into pleasure as you bit down on his lower lip. 

“You like it rough, darlin’?” He smiled, pulling you down and increasing his thrusts to a bruising pace. 

“Holy… Fuck… Yes! Duff!” You cried, pulling him closer and feeling your release bubbling over. Water splashing around as Duff took full control and bounced you harder against him.

“Shit… I’m gonna cum… Ohhh… Y/N” Duff’s hand digging right into your hips, as he spilled inside, his hot seed filling you to the brim as you lost complete control, mumbling his name as your vision became spotty, his thrusts never ceasing as he rode you through your high. Fireworks burst in your head, you felt your whole body tighten around Duff, his warmth only relighting the fire inside you. 

Your head fell down against his shoulder as his rested on yours. His cock still firmly inside you as you both came down from your high.

“You’re somethin’ else, baby.” Duff smiled against your skin, stroking your thighs as sweat dripped down from his hair. 

“Now how about we finish those drinks?” You giggled against him, feeling his body completely relax into yours. 

#duff mckagan #duff mckagan x reader #gnr smut #guns n roses smut #duff mckagan smut #duff mckagan imagine #duff mckagan imagines #guns n roses #duff mckagan rough #gnrsmut #smut

[he-goes-down]

For @duffys-girl CAUSE YOU SAID AND I QUOTE “Duff breeding fic when”

Break On Through (To The Other Side)

Masterlist

Pairing: Duff Mckagan x reader

- sorry if I’m not getting to the other ones quick enough this was just small enough to write rn -

Warnings: smut, breeding, unprotected p in v.

Second Person POV:

“Oh honey…”

Duff low melodic voice rang through your ears. His blonde locks falling to your shoulders as he rested his forehead on your collarbone. He cursed as he entered you, no protection, this was your first times with no protection. Duff had dreamed for awhile about filling you with his cum and sweetly you having his babies and starting a family. He groaned as your nails began to claw at his back, he loved it when you did that, especially your whines as you took his full length. “God baby, you feel so fucking good.” You felt yourself push back deeper into the fluffy white duvet as Duffs dick went deeper into your soaking and tight pussy. “Duff…” you moaned. “Yes baby, yes, what’s wrong?” His head shot up in concern. “Do you want me to stop?” He said a bit frantic with worry. “I want you to cum in me…” you said slowly, your face burning a reddish colour and the rest of your body hot at the new feeling of Duff in your pussy. He stuttered a low shocked moan, your words made his heart race and head fill with the most sinful and lust filled fog. He eased back into you letting his dick go deeper. Finally his tip touched the back of your pussy, but he pushed more into you, letting himself bottom out and leaving no room between you two. “Such a good girl, taking all of me.” He praised as his kissed your neck sloppily. You moaned in your mouth, bitting your lip, just wanting him to fuck you. Like he could read your mind, he pulled out, not fully and thrusted into your sweet spot. You both moaned at the rough feeling. Sighing as his torso raised and he looked down at you, his hands now placed firmly on your hips. Your hands no longer getting to reach his back so now holding onto his shoulders. He thrusted back into you again, your moans getting louder as he fucked harder. “Fuck…” he huffed. Going faster and faster as you pleaded for him to do so. Your sweet areas now closer together, caressing each other erotically as his dick grazed on in your sensitive pussy. His dick twitched in you, you felt it more intensely and intimately than before.

“Take my cum.” He spoke. Gritting his teeth as his thrusts got sloppier but rougher. “Such a good, good girl.” He praised continuing his words with how much he wants to breed you and let his cum fill you. You moaned a whimper, clenching around him, burning with the rising orgasm in the pits of your stomach. “Fuck… Duff…” you whined, your sweet release inching closer and closer as ur nerves tingled and you body shook under Duffs tight grasp. “God… I’m gonna…” he groaned, not finishing his sentence as he shot his hot cum into your pussy, you clenched and came with him, your juices mixing together. He panted against you as he slumped down, his dick still in you, wanting to make sure that all his cum spilled into you. He kissed your cheek lovingly before pulling out, watching as your combined sweetness dripped onto the bedding.

Hard again at this new scene. No rest for his sinful fantasies. Asking you for another around. Going the whole entire night, not a single spot in your pussy that wasn’t covered in him.

“Such a good cumslut for me…”

A/n: THAT WAS HORRIBLE OMG SORRY

#guns n roses #izzy stradlin #duff mckagan #axl rose #slash #steven adler #duff gnr #izzy gnr #slash gnr #steven gnr #axl gnr #duff mckagan x reader #duff mckagan smut

[meegadeeth]

☆ 𝐆𝐍𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 (+𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒) 𝟐 ☆

people included/mentioned; izzy stradlin, steven adler, axl rose, duff mckagan, slash, led zeppelin (mentioned)

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☆ izzy is actually pretty talkative when he’s with his friends. i'm just sure he's camera shy when it comes to talking or sth like that.

☆ slash and izzy are the picky eaters. izzy will eye something he doesn't think looks good and will try it before deciding rather he likes it or not; slash lays one look on it and decides it's the worst food in the world and that he WILL NOT take a bite.

☆ steven will occasionally make him and izzy match stuff for fun. izzy isn't amused at all, but whatever makes stevie happy makes him happy. (bracelets, shirts, pajamas [around christmas/halloween], etc.)

ex: "steven...are you being serious?" izzy took the christmas pajamas into his hands, looking at them. "yeah...why?" steven looked at him, looking a little upset by izzy's hesitation. izzy huffed and took the pajamas into the bathroom, putting them on. "what...the fuck.." izzy looked at himself in the dirty mirror, almost laughing at himself. he walked out, meeting steven in the living room. ex: "steven...are you being serious?" izzy took the christmas pajamas into his hands, looking at them. "yeah...why?" steven looked at him, looking a little upset by izzy's hesitation. izzy huffed and took the pajamas into the bathroom, putting them on. "what...the fuck.." izzy looked at himself in the dirty mirror, almost laughing at himself. he walked out, meeting steven in the living room. "you happy now?" izzy sarcastically asked the blonde. "yes! izz, we look so good!" steven excitedly jumped up. "woah-" slash slightly widened his eyes as he walked out of his and axl's shared bedroom. "shut up, no more words." izzy pointed a finger at the curly haired guitarist. slash held back a laugh, grabbing something from the fridge. "into the christmas spirit or something?" axl asked, sitting on the counter with a chuckle. "i know i look stupid, okay? it's for stevie and that's it." izzy rolled his eyes. "no, you don't look stupid," steven got up, standing on his tippy toes and reaching behind izzy's head to grab the hood that was attached to the pajamas, pulling the hood up to rest on izzy's head, "you look cute." "i'm glad you think so." izzy laughed softly, not understanding how the blonde found him cute in the pajamas. "yeah, lookin' sexy, izz. i'm even about to pop a boner." duff commented, teasing the black haired man, as he walked out of his bedroom. "i swear i can't stand you guys." izzy huffed, shaking his head.

☆ everyone, except izzy, has definitely messed up the title of the song 'it's so easy' and said 'it's so izzy' on accident. axl has accidentally said izzy instead of easy while singing in rehearsal too.

the band just got done playing mr. brownstone during practice. "what now?" slash looked up, asking so he new which chords to start playing. axl shrugged. "what about it's so easy." duff suggested. "what?" izzy looked up when he heard his name. "i said let's start it's so easy." duff said. “you said izzy.” “i didn’t. i said easy.” "nope, you said easy." steven said, the sound of his sticks hitting the drums slowly drowned out. "how would you know with all that noise around you, stevie?" slash asked. steven shrugged but went back to playing his drums lightly.

☆ i have a headcannon about when izzy and steven met and how izzy scared the shit out of steven. so, before i tell you: steven didn't know izzy at all, or that he was in the band and only knew axl a little because slash described him as "one of the only redheads around."

☆get ready for a tiny/short ones shot☆

steven, izzy, and axl were at the rainbow because steven and axl were meeting each other so axl could get to know his drummer before actually playing. izzy went with axl, but went straight to the bar, not really wanting to talk to anyone yet. although, the whole time, izzy stared at steven because he looked familiar and was trying to figure out who he was. steven thought the focused look was a glare, and was very much intimidated by izzy; considering he was taller, kept a plain face, didn't really seem happy or enthused by anything around him—and that scared Steven, who had just got into this scene of L.A. "hey, i'm axl. the singer." axl introduced himself, smiling at the blonde. "oh, yeah, slash told me about you. i'm steven." steven smiled back. after a while of talking, izzy came up to axl. "you got a cigarette?" "yeah, just take the box. don't smoke them all, man." axl fished the pack from his pocket and handed it to the pale man. steven tried to avoid looking at him, but couldn't help himself. izzy locked eyes with the blonde, feeling steven's blue eyes on him. "what?" he asked the shorter man. when steven looked away, feeling a little stupid for staring for so long, axl smacked izzy in the arm. "quit scaring him, dickhead. nobody's gonna wanna be in the band if you keep doing that." 'oh, great, so he's in the band.' steven thought. izzy just walked off, not paying much attention to the gingers words to which axl rolled his eyes. "anyway, sorry about him. that's izzy, he plays guitar. he's really not that scary, he just looks it." that didn't help console steven at all, but he nodded anyway. after a while, steven went out to smoke, leaving axl inside to do whatever he pleased. just as he was about to leave, izzy followed, yawning, "i guess i'll go smoke too." steven knew that really nobody liked to smoke alone, unless they were upset, so he tried not to get too paranoid over it; yet, he still couldn't push the feeling away. when he opened the door, it was pretty dark outside except a little beam of light from a streetlight. from the little streetlight, he could tell it was an alley way and that there was a dumpster. steven walked out, holding the door open for izzy and stepping into the alley way. just as he was about to light his cigarette, it was knocked out of his hand as he was turned around quickly and roughly pushed into the dumpster, his back pressed tightly against it. he looked up to be met with izzy's face. holy shit. "do you have a fucking problem with me?" just as those words slipped out of his mouth, steven felt something sharp poke his side. he was gonna die. he was about to be brutally murdered and he knew it, his mouth going dry. "no, no, no, no, not at all!" steven quickly said, trying his best to be calm. "i think you do. i might have to cut you up and put you in the dumpster." izzy got in his face, the same plain expression, but now his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. steven trembled, his knees almost buckling. "i swear i don't have a problem! please?! i don't wanna die!" steven's breathing quickened as he felt his eyes start to burn from tears threatening to spill. suddenly, izzy started laughing. steven looked at him, a little confused. 'is he laughing at my vulnerability?' steven questioned, still looking at izzy with a horrified expression, letting a tear slip. izzy leaned back up, laughing, and steven felt the weapon that poked him ease up. he was genuinely scared and confused until izzy held up what was in his hand, showing in the street light, the cigarette pack that axl handed him earlier. steven sighed, he had really cried because someone pressed the corner of a cigarette pack to his side. izzy clutched his stomach, laughing. "it's not funny." steven rolled his eyes, looking at the ground. after a minute or two, izzy's laughter died out and he put an arm around the drummer, "you're easy to scare. i like fucking with you, blondie." steven still looked at the ground. he was completely embarrassed that he, a 20 year old man, just cried. izzy noticed that tension and felt a little bad.

“you're kickass too..you know? i think you're good for the band." now steven looked up, "really?" "yeah, man. come on, let me make it up to you." izzy started leading steven down the street. "how?" "you want icecream?" "sure." "then ice cream it is."

☆ they share clothes sometimes but don't actually agree on sharing, it just happens and they go with it.

slash was going through the clean clothes, trying to find his shirt, but he just couldn't. he asked izzy and he had no idea, same with axl and duff. slash huffed and just grabbed another t-shirt, slipping it over his head. "slash! hurry! we're leaving soon!" duff called down the hallway. slash met his four bandmates in the kitchen, taking a seat on the counter as everyone talked for a little. slash was going on about something to steven before stopping. "what?" steven asked, confused by his sudden halt in words. "that's my shirt. i was looking for it all morning." he noticed that steven was wearing his led zeppelin shirt. "oh, i can go take it off." steven started for the hallway but slash stopped him with his leg, lifting it from his spot on the counter. "no, it's alright. it's a shirt." slash shrugged. "you sure?" steven looked up at him. "yeah, it's fine." slash nodded. as they were leaving, duff knocked his shoulder into slash's, noticing he looked a little down, "you okay?" "no, i really wanted to wear that shirt." "he said he would change." "i know, but it's whatever." slash huffed. duff laughed.

☆ ☆ slash's mom and dad loved them all as their own and his mother would intentionally be more affectionate towards izzy to try and get him more used to those feelings rather it be hugging, pinching his cheek, kissing his cheek, etc. even though sometimes he looked annoyed, she would brush it off and try again next time. he would eventually get used to it, but it was only okay when she did it and no one else. (except hugs every now and again when he pushed back his "tough guy" thing and gave one of the other members a hug when it's needed).

☆ ☆ whenever a car gets too crowded, slash is always the one who has to sit on the floor. he doesn't even hesitate anymore because everyone usually agrees on him sitting there anyway.

☆ ☆ slash is always the one who says he's fully ready to go but as soon as everyone's about to leave, he rushes to the bathroom cause he has to shit.

☆ slash and duff stay up later and stuff their faces whenever they can. they make a lot of noise too.

"dude, be quiet!" duff whisper-yelled to slash, trying to hold back laughter. slash was trying to get a pan of leftovers out of the fridge, but kept banging it into other stuff and when he finally had it on the counter, set it down very loudly. "i'm tryin'." he whispered back. "like hell you are." the blonde rolled his eyes before uncovering the leftovers; it was green beans. "man, I was really craving those yesterday." duff said, grabbing two forks from the drawer; one for him and one for slash. "pregnant?" the curly haired man joked, taking the fork. "probably." duff shrugged and started eating the green beans with slash. after they ate they put their forks in the sink—except slash stood across the kitchen and threw the fork in the sink, getting a laugh from himself and duff. their laughter was cut off as they heard footsteps, their heads snapping towards the hallway. "do you two dumbasses know what time it is?" an annoyed izzy stood in the hallway, his hair a mess. slash tried to hold back his laughter as duff looked at the stove, "uh..4:27." "4:27 in the fucking morning. you guys woke up the monster and he made me come in here at four. twenty. seven. in the. morning." "we're sor-" "go. just go." slash and duff trudged into their shared room, trying their best not to make eye contact so they don't burst out laughing.

☆ sometimes steven can be so indecisive that it takes him hours to get ready to the point where axl picks out his clothes for him and tells him to change before they literally leave without him.

☆ slash has to stop whenever he see's an animal, causing the rest of the group to get annoyed and impatient—except steven.

☆ slash will literally piss axl off on purpose, knowing how easy it is to set him off and then be genuinly confused what the problem is. bro will be like "what did i do?" while axl's screaming at him.

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thats^^ more of a personal indicator for me <3 i love all these fics SO much

some didn't have titles, so i just gave them one!

eddie van halen

by your side by @born-to-lose 🗽

a quiet day by @thunderxroad

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tommy lee

without you by @coffeeandcannolis 🗽

strawberries by @looksthatkilledd-writes

close as strangers by @niksixx

but i'm your dumbass by @one-sad-human 🗽

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nikki sixx

tommy's sister by @michelle-is-writing 🗽

my place is up the street by @niksixx

some well needed comfort by @one-sad-human 🗽

love again by @napsandimagines 🗽

to the moon and back by @buckysimp10101 🗽

following all by @youlightmeupfinn

silent treatment 🗽

never thought we'd end up like this 🗽

ghost (series)

exhaustion 🗽

cat and mouse (series) 🗽

dancing on glass (series)

because of you

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vince neil

dinner first by @one-sad-human 🗽

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jon bon jovi

slippery when wet by @born-to-lose 🗽

this ain't a love story by @skydiving-without-a-parachute

following all by @guns-n-jovi

born to be my baby

mercy on me 🗽

on eagle's wings 🗽

hey stranger 🗽

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duff mckagan

i will take care of you by @duffs-shot-glass

wrong number by @born-to-lose

best prank ever by @lost-in-the-80s 🗽

following all by @one-sad-human

soft touches, warm cuddles

you're crazy

following all by @guns-n-jovi

meant what i said 🗽

never again 🗽

the date

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slash

don't you call me baby by @tuffduff

parking lot dances by @itsgaga

just friends by @duffslut 🗽

lucky guy by @zaynsxsoul

following all by @guns-n-jovi

red of the night

all the time 🗽

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steven adler

hairstyles by @born-to-lose 🗽

in these arms by @americanrocknroll 🗽

a better match by @duffs-shot-glass

pinky promises by @one-sad-human 🗽

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axl rose

three days by @one-sad-human 🗽

it was just a joke by @duffs-shot-glass

broken by @axlsangel

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james hetfield

picnic by @anna-n-hetfield

saying hi 🗽 by @you-can-call-me-wanda

cold nights 🗽 by @31-4am

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eddie munson, ig

jon bon jovi isn't very family friendly by @ridestomars 🗽

wrapped around your finger by @lilacletter

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[duffslut]

Possessive boyfriend

VR! Duff Mckagan x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 561

Warnings: Smut! Overprotective and possessive relationship, Spanking, Oral sex, Submission kink. Minors Dni.

- How dare you? - Duff asked, his face was so close to yours that you could feel the anger in his eyes. - Who the fuck do you think you are to disrespect me like that?

You curled up more and more on the living room couch as Duff's voice grew louder, his jealous tantrums were getting more and more aggressive.

- I did nothing! - You defended yourself, trying to get up but Duff pushed your body on the couch again and held your cheeks tightly while giving a sarcastic laugh.

- Laughing with other guys? asking them to take you home and fuck your little pussy is that what you were asking for? - Duff spat his words in your face.

You knew you shouldn't interact with other men when your boyfriend wasn't around, but you didn't think Duff would get so mad just to seeing you talking to his friends.

- You're scaring me Duff. - You spoke fearfully, and your tone seemed to irritate him even more, because just as you thought he was finally going to let you go, Duff smacked his hand in your face. - I'm sorry. - You begged. - You are right to be angry, you should punish me for not behaving with your friends. - You knew this was the only way to calm Duff down, as long as he didn't fuck you and orgasm, he would continue to treat you badly for the rest of the day.

He calmed down a little more, ran his hand through his blond hair and started caressing your legs under your summer dress.

- I should? - Duff asked, more to himself than to you, you nodded, seeing how much Duff was super protective with you turned you on, and deep down you liked his possessive and aggressive way, and he knew it.

Duff kept running his hands down your legs until he suddenly opened them, he slowly pulled your panties aside and fixed his eyes on yours as he dropped to his knees on the floor.

You were so insanely wet that you were embarrassed for Duff to see how turned on you get when he was mean to you. But duff didn't seem to mind, he stuck his head between your legs and stuck his tongue out, fucking your cunt with his sharp tongue.

You moaned in pleasure as his lips began to suck your pussy hungrily, licking and sucking from your swollen clit to your asshole. Duff used one hand to open your pussy even wider for him and with the other, he unbuttoned his own pants, sticking his hard, wet cock out, Duff didn't take his eyes off yours for a minute, his tongue smeared with your juicy pussy roughly while he masturbated himself on his knees.

Duff let out a husky, seductive moan at the same time you confessed to him that you were about to cum, and then he suddenly pulled away from you, got up off the floor and put himself between your legs, for a moment you thought he was going to fuck you, but as soon as you felt the hot liquid hit your pussy you knew that his goal was not to make you come, but to satisfy himself, Duff smeared your pussy with his cum and then he just leave the room.

- Put your panties on, I've got friends coming over, and don't clean yourself. - He said.

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“Please,” you groaned, tears streaming down your face as Axl gripped roughly at your hips, pounding into you from behind. He was grunting and groaning, his pace merciless, giving you no chance to breathe.

Moans spilled from your mouth with each thrust; your pussy clenching around his cock and slick running down the inside of your thighs.

“Such a fuckin whore,” you heard him mutter, placing a smack on your ass. You jolted forward at the contact, an involuntary moan falling past your lips. “See, you love it don’t you?” He gripped roughly at your hair, pulling hard and making you crane your neck towards the ceiling.

“Axl.” You moaned his name loudly as he reached that sweet spot inside you, unable to answer his question. Your pussy ached and you wished desperately for release.

“Answer me,” he commanded, pulling even more at your hair.

“Y-yeah,” you tried to answer him properly, realising with each thrust, words were becoming harder to form.

He smacked your ass again, reaching down to rub at your clit. You moaned at the added contact, feeling a sense of pride as Axl’s groans blessed your ears.

“My whore.” You could tell he was clenching his jaw, his release approaching. “My whore aren’t you?”

You knew he wanted a reply but you couldn’t find the words. Your head was spinning - the only sensations you could focus on being Axl’s dick pounding into you, his movements on your clit, and the familiar feeling in your stomach alerting you that your orgasm was nearing.

He removed his hand from your clit, another smack landing on your ass.

“Answer me.” He pulled tightly on your hair again.

“Mhm,” you managed to utter. “Your- fuck.” You squeezed your eyes shut, pussy clenching around him. “Your whore- God, Axl.”

You gripped at the sheets, head almost touching the pillows. Your arms were shaking and unable to hold your weight, and you could feel them giving way. Your face was stuffed in the pillows and Axl laughed behind you, holding your face down and not giving you a chance to get back up.

“You gonna fuckin come?” He asked, snapping his hips into you.

You nodded your head to the best of your ability, trying to lift yourself up, only for Axl to push you right back down.

“Go on then,” he gave himself a moment to mutter a small ‘fuck’ before continuing. “Come on my cock you fuckin slut.”

His words were enough for you. You were blind to your surroundings, ears ringing and pussy aching as you came. You moaned loudly into the sheets, barely registering Axl pulling your head up so he could hear you coming.

Your legs were shaking and you were entirely overstimulated as he continued to pound into you - his thrusts becoming sloppier and his grip on your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

You were only just coming round as you felt Axl’s cum coating your insides, his moans and curses loud as he filled you up.

Aftershocks were running through you as he stilled, mindlessly rubbing your hips.

He quietly pulled out of you, feeling his weight shift the bed as he lay down next to you. You shakily turned over, pushing your thighs together and moaning slightly. Axl only laughed at you, reaching over to the bedside table and pulling a cigarette from the packet. He silently lit it, taking his first drag and relaxing into the pillows.

He opened his arm invitingly to you and you shuffled towards him, resting your head on his chest.

His cum was still spilling from your pussy, running down your thighs and you felt warm as he rubbed at your shoulder.

“Ready for round two, sugar?” You groaned and pushed your face into his chest. He laughed at you, pulling you closer and taking another drag of his cigarette.

You yawned as he held you close and although you couldn’t see him, you could feel his smile warming your soul.

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[gnrbitch]

Old Friends

SlashxY/n

Warnings: mentions overdosing, profanity

Angst!!!

Includes flashbacks

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1990

“NURSE!” Dr. Noel called to the girl, who was already rushing to his side. “Get me the narcan” He said as Y/n slammed it into his hand, looking at the doctor slam the needle into his body, he told Y/n to forcefully push down on his stomach, watching his heart rate start up again on the machine, they sighed in relief. Then…

The man on the table sat up as he puked all over his clothes. Y/n quickly grabbed one of the bowls and put it in front of him. “I’ll go get him a gown” Y/n said as she left the room. Walking away, she caught Dr. Noel tell the man “Good to have you back Mr….”

As Y/n walked back to the ER with the gown in her had, she stumbled upon Dr. Noel, “Y/n” he said, “We moved him to room 505, I want you to run an IV on him and keep this low profile, the guys famous” He said as she shook her head, working in a hospital in LA, she certainly has seen some big names come through that door.

“Hello?” She said as she walked into the man’s room, seeing him lay there in his puked covered clothes “I bought you something you can change into” she said handing the man his gown, “I’ll be back to start you on an IV Mr… Hudson” She said as she read the name Saul Hudson on his chart, quickly snapping her eyes back at him…

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1986

“Don’t you think it’s a bit hypocritical for a nurse to be smoking a cigarette” Slash said coming out of their bedroom, rubbing his eyes.

“You try studying the Drug Handbook and tell me how it goes” Y/n rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, walking over to the couch, he gave her a kiss “Yea yea, you know i’m only joking baby” he laughed, “I know” Y/n sighed, “I’m just so stressed” She said putting the book down, gesturing her boyfriend to sit next to her.

“Don’t be, you’re gonna be the best nurse ever.” he said pulling her to him, “You’re super smart, and you’ve got a big heart Y/n, we both know you can do this” Slash said as he looked into Y/n’s eyes, “I love you” she said kissing him.

“I love you more”

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“Yea, thanks” he mumbled, taking it from her. Y/n shook her thoughts away “Do you need help?” she asked as the man shook his head, not looking at her. “Okay, i’ll be back in 2 minutes to start you on and IV.” she said as she watched him nod his head.

Walking out the room, Y/n let a deep breath out. Fucken Slash, she thought looking down at her watch. She hoped he wouldn’t recognize her, but at the same time she did.

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1988, January

“What do you mean you can’t trust me?” Slash yelled through Y/n’s apartment “You think what? i’m gonna go out fucking other girls?” He said looking Y/n dead in the eye “Jesus fucken christ Slash! It’s not that!” She raised her voice, “I don’t fucken trust the fact that you’re gonna be sober!” She yelled back to him.

“Are we really back on that topic” He rolled his eyes “Yes! Yes we are because i don’t wanna get a fucken call telling me you’re dead!” She yelled

“Gosh you’re such a fucken nag Y/n! Always up my ass about that shit!” He said getting angrier, “How can I not Slash? You’ve overdosed countless fucken times! And i get you’re sober now, but what about when you’re on the road huh? You think you’ll be able to resist being around all of that shit?” She yelled back

“Just stop!” He yelled, loudly “Do you know how many girls i could have replace you?” he said, pointing at her “All those girls that won’t be such a fucken nag about everything!”

Y/n stood there silently, “Thats how you feel?” She said in a quiet, but angry tone. “Every time you’re up my ass yes, that’s exactly how i feel” He said crossing his arms

“Fine then. Go” she said getting angrier, “Go?” he scoffed, “Yes! Go! get the fuck out of here! Go out and get all those fucken girls” she raised her voice, sighing she mutedly said, “Cause at the end of the day Slash, they don’t give one tiny fucken fuck about you, but that’s what you want right? So get the fuck out of my apartment”

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Sighing, Y/n checked her watch to find the two minutes up, knocking, she entered the room.

“Hudson?” she said as she walked in to find the man sitting on the edge of the hospital bed.

“Can you lay back for me” she said to the man as she grabbed the IV and needle, “I’m going to put in your IV now, is that okay?” she said looking at Slash who nodded his head, laying down and only looking at the wall in front of him

“Okay” she sighed, trying to ignore the tension in the room, grabbing his arms, she could clearly see the small track marks on his arm.

Keeping professional, she ignored it and put in the IV.

“Okay, all done” she said as Slash looked down at his arm and back up at her, she gave him a small smile “It’s going to help with your withdraws, i’ll be back to check on you, alright?” she said looking at him.

About to leave, Slash called out, “Y/n”, she turned around to look at him “Yes?” she said politely, heart racing.

“Y/n im sorry” he said looking at her, voice shaky “Please” he whimpered out

“Slash” she said slowly walking up to him, he grabbed her hand and put it to his face, “Please” was all he said.

“It’s okay, Slash it’s okay.” She said trying to keep her composer

“Please don’t leave me” he said, clutching her hand.

“Okay okay I won’t, i’ll stay” She said, using her other hand to touch his face, “I’ll stay okay?” she sent him a solace smile.

That night, and all the other nights Slash was in the hospital, Y/n was there, whispering sweet words to Slash, running her hand through his hair and coming across all the other members, giving them a small hello.

And then he left.

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I’ve had so much writers block it’s crazy omg 😭

I kinda gave up on this towards the end sorry guys, but I hoped you enjoyed!! I’m trying to get back on the writing grind fr 😢

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[gremlintheslut]

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Eyeliner

Duff Mckagan X Reader

A/n: honestly, not much to say atm. I have two Nikki Sixx smut requests and a Slash one shot in progress. Love y’all❤️

Word count: 725

Warnings: smut(unprotected), oral(f!receiving)

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"Stay still and close your damn eyes," I groaned, getting slightly annoyed as Duff kept moving while I was trying to do his makeup. "I'm scared you're gonna poke m' eye," he replied, holding my wrists. "I won't if you stay still and close. Your. Eyes!" I sniped, trying to free my wrists from his grip. "Fine but I swear to god, Y/n. If you poke my eye, I'm gonna kill you," he grumbled. "Just shut up," I laughed as he leg go of my wrists and closed his eyes.

"Stop fucking flinching," I said, slapping his shoulder lightly. "Don't fucking hit me because I'll hit you back," he said. "I'd like to see you try," I whispered more to myself than him. He slapped my thigh, making me slap his shoulder. He slapped my thigh again, so I slapped his shoulder again. This turned into a whole thing for fifteen minutes before I finally said, "do you want me to finish your makeup or am I just drawing your eyeliner on with a sharpie and calling it a day?". "Eyeliner?" He said questioningly. I pointed to the eyeliner wing on my face, making him simply go, 'ohh'. "Yes or no?" I asked. "Yes to the eyeliner, no to the sharpie," he replied, marvelling at my makeup.

I finished his makeup, teased his hair and covered his eyes with my hands and did a "big reveal". "One, two, three!" I took my hands off his eyes and did jazz hands behind him. "I don't know how to feel," he mumbled, looking himself up and down. "You should feel fabulous because you look fabulous," I said, faking an offended tone in my voice. "You look more fabulous but thank you, princess," he smiled, turning around and putting his hands on either side of my face and leaning in to give me a kiss. "I love you," he mumbled against my lips. "I.. love you... too," I mumbled in between kisses.

He walked us backwards towards the bed and laid me down. I disconnected our lips and moved up to the headboard, spreading my legs in front of him. "Fuck-" he moaned, crawling up to me and taking my skirt off. He lowered his head between my legs and started lapping his tongue against my clit, eliciting moans. "You taste so good," he moaned, moving his fingers to my entrance and pushing two in. "Du- Duff," I whimpered. I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as he pressed kisses to my clit. "Good girl," he praised as I felt my orgasm nearing. I moaned as he caressed my soft spot. "Cum for me, princess," he said lowly. A mix of profanities and his name came out of my mouth as I came on his fingers and tongue.

He removed his fingers, licking them clean and then got off the bed to remove his leather pants and not to my surprise, he wasn't wearing any underwear.

He climbed back on the bed and pulled me by my legs so I was lying flat on my back. He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed himself in. "F-uck. You feel so good," he moaned in my ear, pressing kisses to my neck. He started thrusting, my legs slightly shaking with the overstimulation from my previous orgasm. "You're so good for me," he praised, rubbing his hand up and down my thigh before moving it to my clit to rub small circles on it.

I felt the similar knot in my stomach, making me moan louder and louder. I felt Duff's cock pulsing inside me, making me whimper at the thought that he was close too. "Duff, I-I'm-" I couldn't finish my sentence, moans and whimpers finishing it for me. "It's okay, cum for me," he moaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he neared his own orgasm.

I came, screaming Duff's name and scratching my nails down his back. I felt him cum in me, filling me with his semen, making me smile at the thought of him claiming me as his own in this way. "You did so good for me, princess," he praised, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. "I love you," I whispered, kissing his lips. "I love you too. Also, your eyeliner is smudged," he laughed slightly. "Oh well," I shrugged.

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