Fic Is In The Works, Has Two Of My Biggest Obsessions (Duff And Chuck E Cheese)
Fic is in the works, has two of my biggest obsessions (Duff and Chuck E cheese)
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5 nights under Duff McKagans bed
New fic cuz I’m lowkey disappointed in y’all..write threesomes better damn, but for once, no porn!!
Send me an Angel
Cold. That’s all you could think of right now as you walked home, a massive snow storm was coming, you expected it, everyone did, but you convinced yourself that you could go and get food and get home before it got bad, thankfully to your luck you didn’t have to fumble with the locks, Duff was waiting by the window for how long and opened the door as soon as you got on the front step
“(Y/n)!” He pulled you inside, taking the thing plastic bag of food and taking off your wet jacket, running his hands all over you , he sighed and hugged you, a complete opposite to outside, warm and comforting, you could fall asleep like this
“Go have a shower, if you want I can make a bed on the couch and we can watch a movie together?” You nodded, and dazed to the bathroom, not really thinking as you closed the door and started the tub, stripping of your wet, nearly frozen clothes
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After a bit you came out, drying off and walking back into the living room “hi duff..” he looked over and smiled, putting your food in the table
“Hey.., you have some vhs tapes right? What do you wanna watch?” You had some..mainly slashers, you went to your room and brought one down showing it to him “..seriously? <insert movie > ..yeah okay put it in pretty girl” you smiled at the name and put it in the beat up tv sitting next to him and wrapping a blanket around you
You can’t remember the last time you where this relaxed, his hand moving up and down your arm, how he would lean in and make bad jokes about the movie, he was so warm..
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He chuckled as he felt you cuddle him, sleeping sweetly on his arm, his tattoo becoming a miss in your messy hair, he smiled softly and leaned down, kissing your head he pulled you a bit closer and cuddled into you, watching the rest of the slasher while you slept
RAHRAHRAHRAHHH
Haii babes could you write some super fluffy filth about Duff, maybe on the bus and he’s covering her mouth so the others don’t hear? Idk I have such a bad brainrot for that man ^.^
he likes the quiet - duff mckagan fanfic
taglist: @californiaahunny @brokenglassb1tch @duffys-girl @duffrosemckagansslut
content: smut (18+), rough/dirty talk, fluffy end
a/n: DUDE! you guys have been so incredibly sweet, i love writing for you all! I have about 3 more to get thru from my asks, but keep sending them in! be a repeat sender even! love u guys <3
The tour bus rocked gently on the road, dark outside but alive inside with the hum of engines and muffled voices from the band sprawled out in various states of exhaustion and hungover glory.
She sat curled on the cracked leather bench, knees pulled close, wrapped in the quiet that came between the chaos of shows and parties.
Her fingers traced the worn stitching of the seat, mind spinning from the adrenaline of the night’s performance and the way Duff’s gaze had held her like a claim.
Duff was no angel. Not the kind to whisper sweet nothings or drape her in poetry. He was rough. Raw edges, sharp tongue, hands that bruised if she wasn’t careful.
But beneath the tough, cocky exterior was something deeper, something she knew by heart in the way he looked at her when he thought no one was watching.
Tonight, the tension had been building all night, a slow building feeling. The way he lingered close in the cramped backstage corridors, the way his fingers found her wrist with quiet ownership when the crowd noise faded. Now, here, on the bus, everything was stripped down to just the two of them.
She wondered how those hints of authority would come to be in true privacy.
He sat beside her, boots planted wide, the smell of leather and cigarettes wrapping around him like a second skin. “You look good like this,” he said, voice low and rough like gravel. “All wrapped up, waiting. Like a damn prize or some shit.”
His ever so kind sounding surfer guy tone everyone knew was still in fact there, but it was the words he used that differentiated her Duff, and the world’s Duff.
She smiled softly, leaning into the quiet warmth of his arm. “You like that?”
He snorted, a crooked grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Hell yeah. You’re the best goddamn distraction on this whole fucking tour.”
Her fingers slid over his knee, tentative but hungry. “You’re not bad yourself.”
He caught her wrist with a grip that was firm but careful, thumb brushing over her pulse. “Don’t get soft on me, sweetheart. I’m a bastard.”
“Good bastard,” she teased back, voice low.
“Damn right.” His eyes darkened with something hungry. “But I’m not gonna wait forever to take that fucking hole.”
Before she could reply, his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her close with an urgency that stole her breath. His mouth crashed down on hers. Hard, demanding, and not a hint of gentleness in the way he took what was his.
She moaned into the kiss, and he covered her mouth with a rough hand, pressing down hard enough to silence her but not enough to hurt. His thumb slid over her cheek, warm and possessive.
“Shut it,” he growled, voice thick with need. “You’re making too much noise, and I don’t want anyone hearing.”
She bit back a whimper, eyes wide but shining with want. His cockiness twisted into something dangerous, and she was addicted to it. It made her feel real.
His other hand found the hem of her shirt, fingers skimming over the soft skin of her ribs. He peeled it up slowly, deliberately, like he was savoring the reveal. Goosebumps rose under his touch.
“You’re a fucking dream,” he said, lips grazing her neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark. “Got me hooked, and I’m not even trying to fight it.”
She shivered, melting against him, hands clutching his jacket like it was a lifeline.
“Show me how much you want this,” he demanded, voice low and ragged. “Don’t hold back.”
Her breath hitched as his fingers slipped under the waistband of her jeans, sliding over the slick heat waiting beneath. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that made her pulse spike.
“Goddamn, you’re soaked for me,” he snarled, pressing his palm flat against her thigh. “Can’t wait to bury my cock inside you.”
She whimpered, hips arching involuntarily toward his touch. His roughness was brutal, but it made her feel alive in a way nothing else could.
Without warning, he shifted, pushing her back until she was flat against the seat, legs spread wide under his weight. His hand slid between them again, fingers circling her clit with a cruel precision that had her gasping.
“Say my name,” he commanded, voice rough and cold. “Say it like you mean it.”
“Duff,” she whispered, voice trembling but clear.
He smiled darkly, pressing a finger deep inside her, curling it slowly. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel the coil tightening inside her chest.
“There you go girl,” he said, voice thick with approval. “this is for me to experience, not for anyone else. So kindly keep it quiet for me.”
His mouth covered hers again, rough and claiming. His cock pressed hard against her jeans, and she could feel the pulse of it, it was as demanding as he was.
“Gonna fuck you so hard, everyone’s gonna know,” he promised, teeth grazing her earlobe. “Not with hearing you, but the way you’re gonna be a little shy bambi bitch afterwards. They’ll know I fuck you right.”
She trembled, her body aching for him in ways words couldn’t capture. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, desperate for the heat of skin against skin. She couldn’t wait to be what he expected of her.
He didn’t waste time. With a dark grin, he yanked off his jeans and threw her loose shirt over her head. His cock sprang free, thick and red, already slick from their shared need.
“Look at me,” he snarled, gripping her jaw, forcing her eyes open. Taking it in his hand. “You see this? This is yours. Only yours.” Slapping its weight against the middle of her face with each word.
She nodded, breath coming fast.
His fingers wrapped around him, slick and sure, before he aligned himself down with her entrance. The first inch slid in slow, testing, making her gasp around his hand.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
He pushed deeper, hips snapping forward with a brutal rhythm that stole her breath. His hand slid down to cover her mouth again, pressing hard as she moaned into his palm, the sound muffled but desperate.
“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed. “I don’t wanna hear you, but I’m gonna make you feel everything.”
His thrusts were relentless, hard and fast, pounding into her with a possessiveness that made her head spin. The world shrank down to the slick, burning connection between them.
“Goddamn, you take me so fucking well,” he snarled, voice hoarse. “You’re my fucked out little angel.”
Her body clenched around him, muscles trembling. “Duff,” she gasped, fingers clutching at his shoulders.
“Don’t fucking say shit,” he snapped, tightening his grip on her mouth. “I want to hear you come quiet, not screaming like a goddamn groupie.”
Her hips jerked involuntarily, the pressure building beyond control.
“Come on, baby. Come for me. Make me lose it right here, quiet as a fucking church mouse.”
Her body betrayed her, trembling with the force of her release silent but shattering. He held her through it, still fucking her through the waves, palm steady on her mouth as she cried out without sound.
When she finally stilled, breath ragged and wet eyes glistening beneath his rough touch, he pulled his hand away and kissed her hard lips bruising, teeth scraping.
“You’re mine,” he growled, voice thick with something fierce and tender all at once.
Her fingers curled in his hair, heart thudding like a drum. “I know.”
His grin was cocky but soft, a flash of warmth beneath the rough edges. “Don’t forget it, sweetheart.”
The bus rumbled on, carrying them forward through the dark night.
“Don’t listen to me okay? You know I love you.” he whispered against her jaw. “We just like to play pretend don’t we?” he asked, his stubble against her skin tickling her.
“I love you too.” she smiled in a daze. “I love playing with you.”
a/n: bitch i was geeked the fuck out writing this like i was smiling and shit AHHHHH!!!!
hope you liked it as much as i loved writing it <3 @duffys-girl 💘
Happy birthday to my sweet discord kitten who’s pregnant with our kids ily
Pretty tied up
(The perils of rock N roll decadence)
Cowboy Duff smut👅
@duffs-balls
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Duff was talking to one of the camera men, you where watching your boyfriend from across the room, happily drinking up the sight of him dressed as a cowboy, watching him act out what to do on set before being recording, it wasn’t long til he came back over scooping you up and kissing your cheek
“Ready to go little baby?” It was a soft murmur but you heard it
And that’s where you where, Duff driving home, not bothering to take off the cowboy outfit, one hand on the wheel, one on your thigh, gently squeezing, you soon found yourself at your drive way, following him inside and up to the bedroom
“I’m gonna go shower, you wanna get all comfy?” You looked up at him for a few minutes, before tugging on his wrists, trying to get him on the bed
He grinned, your flushed cheeks
“What do you want baby?”
“Mhm..you..”
He bit his lip, you where never so..direct, but hell if he wasn’t gonna use it to his advantage, he pushed you on the bed, using his bandanna to tie your hands to the bed post making you squeal softly, he was quick to undress you, keeping his clothes on, he had seen you eyeing him all day, only unzipping his pants to pull his cock out, rubbing it against your slick
“Hm? This what you want baby?” You nodded, squirming a bit
“C’mon girl..use your words”
You whined “..yes..w-want you..want your cock” it was soft, he slowly slid in as you gasped softly, closing your eyes tightly, he started to move, soft groans leaving his mouth, he felt good, real good, he sped up, the soft moans and squeaks that fell from your mouth where his favourite sound, he tugged at the red fabric around your hands, freeing them from the post, still keeping them together as he made you sit up ontop of him as he made you bounce, he put his hat on you, falling down just enough that you really couldn’t see
“Fuck..that’s good baby..” he mumbled his hat bouncing with you, he was close, wanting to just fill you up, when you came he pulled you off, making you whine, he chuckled and stood up, pulling you closer
“Hm? Gonna suck my cock? Gonna be a good girl ‘nd swallow?” He groaned, you nodded and stroked him, going to put it in your mouth but you could, the rim of the hat was pushed against him, he giggled and took the hat, setting it back on his head, while you needily sucked him, trying to get him off
His fingers tangled in your hair, thrusting slightly, his happy trail brushing against your nose, he felt so good, groaning sweetly as he came down your throat, making you cough
He giggled and stroked your hair, his big thumb practically digging into your scalp
“Good girl you wanna keep going?”
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THIS TOOK SO LING GUH IM SORRY
@duffs-balls
Meow
the babysitter
REQUEST: Imagine set in the 80s: 21 year old Y/N gets a call from a McKagan family (Duffs parents) to babysit their 2 year old daughter for the day. They don’t mention that they have a son, Duff, who’s in his early 20s. While babysitting, Y/N hears loud guitar and drumming upstairs and finds Duff and his friend Steven playing rock music. Duff is cocky and seems annoyed at first during their encounter, but Y/N can’t help finding him attractive. Later, after Steven leaves and Y/N puts Duff’s little sister to sleep, Y/N and Duff are left alone. Tension builds, giving enemies-to-lovers vibes, and somehow they end up having sex in Duff’s room, staying quiet to avoid waking up the little girl, who’s asleep a few doors away. They almost get caught by Duffs parents, when they return but manage to cover it up just in time. Smut included pls and dirty talk if that's ok <3
Warnings/Tags: Duff McKagan x Fem Reader, early 80s Duff, RPF, enemies to lovers, 3.1k words, unprotected p in v, smut, oral (m!receiving), creampie, doggystyle, explicit 18+
“Hello.” You answer as you picked up the kitchen phone. “Oh hi Mrs. McKagan!” Recognising her voice you are more chipper now.
You had been babysitting for some families in your neighborhood and one of the moms had referred you to Mr. and Mrs. McKagan. You know that they have a daughter and were looking for a new babysitter for their date nights.
“Of course. I’ll see you this evening.” You agreed to babysit their 2 year old daughter, Sarah.
— — —
Later when you show up to their house you are greeted by the mom. She’s holding the most adorable little girl in her hands who’s already dressed in her pajamas.
“This is Sarah.” She says, introducing you to the toddler. She hides her face in her moms neck but you can see her little smile.
You offer her a smile—waving to her and introducing yourself. “We’re going to have a lot of fun. How does that sound?” Your voice is a higher pitch than normal as you try to get her to acclimate to you.
Holding out your hands, you gesture for her to come to you and she does with a gentle nudge from her mom.
“She’s super sweet. You probably won’t have any problems from her.” The dad speaks up as he pinches her cheek coaxing a giggle out of her.
It was around six when you arrived. “We’ll be back by eleven.” Mr. McKagan tells you as he slides on his jacket.
“Yes and all the numbers are on the fridge. Call us if you need us.” Mrs. McKagan chimes in. “Her brother’s upstairs but he’s way into his own thing so you probably won’t even see him. Best to leave him be.” She adds casually.
Brother?
“Oh you have a son?” You asked with some confusion in your voice. She nods her head yes.
If they have a son then why do they need a babysitter? Unless he’s also a kid. But then why would they only ask you to babysit Sarah and not him?
You have a lot of questions—none of which you get answers to, seeing as the couple was already halfway out the door.
“Ok then.” You say to yourself before turning your attention to Sarah. She had already eaten and showered, so the only thing left to do was entertain her until she fell asleep.
“How about we watch some cartoons?” Her eyes light up at the mention of cartoons. So the two of you were curled up on the couch under a blanket watching the television.
Not a lot of time had gone by before you looked over and saw that she had fallen asleep. You lifted her into your arms and took her upstairs to her room. As you laid her on the bed your mind drifted back to what Mrs. McKagan had said earlier. Their son.
Walking out of her room you left the door slightly open.
As you got out into the hallway, your eyes drifted around. Taking in all the doors, you wondered which one was the son's room.
You turned in the direction opposite the stairs which you had come up. Taking light steps, your feet moved you further down the hallway.
After you passed about two doors, that’s when you heard it. The faint sound of drums and guitar. Stopping directly in front of the door you took a good look at it. Instantly you knew this was his room as a result of the band posters posted on the outside.
There must be some kind of sound proofing because you can only hear the music when you are close to the door.
Just as you were about to make your retreat, the door swings open. The first thing you notice is the sheer volume of blonde hair, before your eyes meet the man.
“Who are you?”
“The babysitter.”
“Nice. I’m Steven.” He holds out his hand for you to shake. You don’t miss the way he eyed you up and down.
You take his hand in yours, shaking it. “Are you Sarah’s brother?”
“Oh no I’m Duff’s friend.”
Duff?
Before you even ask, he steps to the side so that you can see inside the room. It's not a bedroom per say. More like a makeshift studio or music room. There’s a set of drums, some guitars, a soundboard and a microphone. The room is decorated with funky patterned carpets and rugs, colorful lamps, fairy lights, and burgundy curtains. It’s actually really cool.
As your eyes scan the room, they land on him. A towering figure. He’s holding a bass guitar, nodding his head as he lightly plucks at the chords.
“If you’ll just excuse me. I was actually heading to the bathroom.” Steven says as he snakes around you to go to the bathroom.
You are left standing there awkwardly.
When he finally looks towards the door at you, you straighten up and clear your throat.
“Uhh hi I’m the babysitter.”
“I know.” That’s all he says. He turns his attention back to his bass.
You can already feel it blossoming inside you. His tall frame, the way his hair falls over his face. Butterflies start swirling around your stomach.
“So you guys are in a band?” You inquire as you take a step into the room.
This action draws his attention again. He looks at you as you take the tiniest steps around the room.
“Yes.”
You run your hands over the container stacked with vinyls. “Wow, that's really cool!”
“I guess.”
You can obviously feel out his vibe. You know he doesn’t exactly seem thrilled right now. However, you think he’s hot so you are sure that in due time you can get him to warm up to you.
You continue to ask him some questions. The more you ask, you can feel the shift in his tone. It begins to soften.
Well that was until you heard Steven enter the room again.
“Hey babysitter, wanna hear us play?” He says as he makes his way behind the drums.
“Hell ye—”
Before you can even get the words out he cuts in.
“No, she was just leaving.” Duff answers for you. The softness that you had just begun to pull out of him was nowhere in his voice. It was replaced with some irritation.
“Damn bro, what’s your problem?” Steven pipes up.
“She’s being nosy and she’s supposed to be working.”
Admittedly those words stung. The butterflies you felt before had flown away. Now he just seemed like a dick.
But you know what, fair enough. You roll your eyes at his comment and start walking towards the door.
“Sorry pretty girl, maybe next time.” Steven offers as consolation.
Shutting the door behind you, you make your way back downstairs.
Ugh so cute but kind of an asshole.
— — —
Later in the night you hear a door upstairs open and footsteps coming down the stairs. Peering over the back of the couch you see Steven appear.
“Hey, are you leaving?”
“Yeah, it was nice meeting you.” He answers as he takes a black leather jacket off the hook beside the front door.
“Hope I see you around.” He says with a wink as he makes his exit.
A few minutes later you hear another pair of footsteps descending the stairs. You already know who it is. You turn back towards the TV so as not to make any eye contact with him. Taking it even further you sink down into the couch and pull the blanket over you some more.
You hear him head into the kitchen and then the refrigerator door opening.
Sighing, you try to focus on the movie currently playing on the TV. Trying to pay him no mind.
For a while you succeeded. That was until you were startled by a voice directly behind you.
“You want a beer?” His voice is static. There isn’t really a lot of emotion—just a deadpan question.
“What? Of course not. I’m working, remember.”
“Suit yourself” He says before coming around to sit next to you on the couch.
He’s on one end of the couch and you the other. Both of you sit in silence as the movie continues to play.
Why is he sitting here? You ask yourself. You shift in your spot a little but he doesn’t say anything.
Trying not to look over at him—your eyes are glued to the screen.
Becoming hyper aware of your surroundings you start to feel hot in your own skin. What is happening?
To make things worse you can smell him. It’s a mix of beer and a natural musk. You take a deep breath and mentally scold yourself to regain your composure.
“You know, it’s pretty rude to come into someone’s space and start touching all their stuff.” His eyes are now on you.
I mean he does have a point, you can’t even lie.
“I was just curious is all. Trying to be friendly.” You turn to face him. “Besides if you didn’t want me in your space you could have said it nicer. There was no need to be a jerk about it.” You follow up this time with a little bite.
You hear him scoff.
“A jerk huh?” He raises his eyebrows. “You’re a real piece of work aren’t you. Coming into my house and calling me names.”
“First of all I’m pretty sure this is your parents house and secondly I’m just calling it like I see it.” You strike back with a shrug.
“You think you’re hot shit don’t you.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I’ll give you one more time to say something smart.” Duff rests down his beer on the small table in front of the couch. He turns his full attention to you. Staring into your eyes as he dares you to say something else.
Your heart rate increases and your breathing is becoming more shallow. His gaze is intense.
You debate what to do next. You’re curious.
“And what exactly are you going to do about it?”
“You’ll see.”
Taking it as a challenge. You peel the blanket off of your legs—shifting in your seat to get closer to him. You move so close that your thigh brushes his.
Getting as close as you can to his face without touching, you can feel his breath on you.
“Jerk.”
Instantly his hand comes up to your throat. He doesn’t squeeze—just wraps his fingers around your neck firmly. You let out a gasp clearly taken back by his actions. You weren’t sure what you expected him to do, but it sure wasn’t that.
His eyes trail down to your lips. He drags his thumb over your bottom lip and you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, in desperate need of some friction.
The action isn’t lost on him. “Seems like you need something.” His tone is mocking.
You don’t give him the satisfaction. Saying nothing, you move your eyes over his face—taking in every inch of it. It’s clear that you aren’t the only one experiencing this sensation.
Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you lean forward and smash your lips onto his. He immediately kisses you back.
With his hands still around your throat, he is unyielding. His mouth moves hungrily over yours. It’s sloppy and wet. He applies the slightest bit of pressure to your neck causing you to gasp—your mouth falling open. He takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth.
You feel yourself being lifted into his lap. As you straddle him your chest is pressed against his and you use your new position to grind yourself into his lap.
“Look at you, so fucking filthy. You don’t even know me.” All you offer in response is a whimper. “It’s okay, I'm going to take care of you.”
Duff places his palms under your thighs as he stands from the couch. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and let him carry you wherever.
He makes his way up the stairs, and into his room. It’s not what you expected. Very clean, mostly dark colors. It smells like him.
He throws you down on the bed. It’s soft and plush under your skin.
“Stand up.” He orders. You shakily move onto your knees and then stand tall on his bed.
He takes your top off, leaving you in just your bra. He’s so close, his fingers tracing over your exposed skin. Then they move behind you to unclasp your bra. It falls and you use your foot to kick it off the bed.
He looks up at you for a second before he turns his attention to your breasts. Taking two handfuls, he palms and massages them. Sucking and licking at your nipples.
The warmth and wetness of his tongue has you squirming under his touch. You run your hands through his hair.
Removing his hands from your tits, he slides them down your sides and over your ass. With his mouth still on your nipples, he is unbuttoning your pants and dragging them down along with your underwear.
With your bottoms around your ankles, he leads you back down onto your back to lay on his bed. He fully removes your last bit of clothing, leaving you bare beneath his gaze.
You don’t shy away from it. Instead you open your legs wider giving him a full view of between your legs. Glistening and needy.
The action elicits a groan from Duff. He takes hold of your leg and flips you onto your stomach.
“Don’t think I forgot how we got here in the first place.” His voice sends a shiver down your body, all the way to your center.
He grabs your waist pulling you on your knees—face down, ass up.
“I’m gonna fuck this sweet little pussy and then you’re going to use that smart mouth of yours to clean me up. Do you understand?” At first you don’t answer, you are clouded by your need and the anticipation. It wasn’t until you felt a sharp sting on your ass that you cried out. “Answer me.”
“Yes.” You sounded like you were already in tears.
“Good.”
Biting your lip, you hear the sound of his zipper coming undone. Just as you were about to take a look behind you to see what was going on—you felt the head of his cock slide through your folds.
“Oh fuck—” It’s breathless and you let your eyes close. Hands gripping the sheets.
“Oh my fuck—” It’s all you can say as you feel him sink into you. No warning. No time to adjust.
His pace is punishing right from the start and you can’t help yourself. With each thrust you feel like all the air is being knocked out of your lungs. The cries are uncontrollable.
Then you feel your upper body being lifted off the sheets. Duff slides his arm under you and brings your back to meet his chest.
“You have to shut up.” He says before covering your mouth with his other hand.
Your cries are muffled but the echoes of skin slapping permeates the room.
“Geez you’re gripping me so fucking tight.” His voice is strained as he tries to keep a steady pace.
His words only succeed in making you wetter. Your juices spilling out of you and running down the length of his cock.
“Making such a fucking mess. But it’s okay ‘cause you’re gonna clean it.”
All you can manage is a pitiful “mhm”, too busy being pounded with head spinning intensity.
Duff slides his hand down to your clit, working it in circles. “Are you gonna cum on my cock?” He takes his hand from your mouth.
But there’s no answer.
He halts his movements entirely. This quickly gets your attention. “Noo, please don’t stop.” It’s a pathetic cry.
“Then answer me.”
“Yes yes I’m gonna cum all over it please.”
Satisfied, he resumes, this time even faster. He circles your clit like he’s on a mission–and he is.
You can feel it coming. So can he.
When you do explode you grip him impossibly tight, he can’t even move.
You quiver and spasm around him. Your walls contracting, milking him.
He doesn’t even have to move, you're finishing him off inside you. His groans are guttural and deep from his chest.
“Holy—” Sweat prickles at his hairline as he spills inside you.
As soon as he stops holding you up, you collapse onto the bed. Duff winces as he slides out of you.
It’s the best you’ve ever felt. But you barely get a chance to revel in it before you feel a smack on your ass.
“You’re not done, remember?”
Turning to face him you see his cock still hard. It’s a mess of both of you. It’s also the first time you get a good look at it. Long, with veins running up the length—head bulbous and pink. Your mouth waters.
You waste no time, kneeling on the bed, thighs shaking. You take him into your mouth.
“Mmm” it’s muffled as you engulf him.
Duff throws his head back. You take your time licking up everything that is left on his cock, making sure to leave him as clean as possible.
Just as you pop your mouth off him to leave a kiss on his tip—you hear the front door close.
Your eyes go wide as if they were going to pop out of your head.
“Oh noo.” You say panicked.
He scoops you up onto your feet.
“Shit!” He says as he collects all your clothes off the floor.
He hands you your shirt so you can put it over your head while he helps you into your underwear and pants.
“My bra!” You say with worry—eyes darting around to find it.
“Just forget it. You’re fine” He is quickly forcing himself into his jeans. He finds his shirt and throws it on.
“Come on.” He reaches for your hand and the two of you scurry to the bedroom door.
He opens it slowly, his head peeking out to check the hallway for his parents.
Once he sees that the coast is clear he squeezes your hand tightly in his and he leads you to his music room. Your heart is beating out of your chest as you hear footsteps ascending the stairs.
Mrs. McKagan calls out for you but you don’t answer.
When you make it to the music room, Duff closes the door behind you and hurriedly picks up his bass.
He begins to tug at the strings in an attempt to create some noise.
Both of your eyes dart to the door as it swings open.
“There you are. I was wondering where you were.” Mrs. McKagan informs you with a smile on her face.
“Yeah I just overheard the music so I came to investigate.” You try to sound as innocent as possible.
“So how was your night? Did everything go smoothly?” She asks.
Your eyes drift to Duff momentarily, you see the smirk on his face. You ignore it–meeting her eyes once more.
“It was great!”
average 2004 Duff smut hai
Porn written by a virgin uh not proof read and probably shit
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you looked at yourself in the mirror, no matter how you dressed it didn’t feel…right, your and makeup was already done, you had another 15 minutes before your friends would come pick you up, a sigh left your mouth as you went back to your room, your belt hit the floor, soon your camo pants, you dug around, pulling out your short leather skirt and a garter, pulling them on quickly,..now your shirt looked wrong, tugging it off you grabbed your leather vest and buttoned it up, your jewelry was already thankfully on.. you looked at your shoes and grabbed a pair of zebra striped cowboy boots. As soon as you sat, your phone buzzed, as you flipped it open it was a text from your friend, they where here, you smiled and went over, grabbing your keys off the hook as you opened the door, you locked it and bounced over to her car, giggling as you slid in, she was quick to start talking about some cute guy at her work while you fiddled with the radio, letting out a soft squeal as guns n roses started to hum throughout the car, she rolled her eyes and nudged you “you remembered to bring your vinyl right?” You nodded, you where only going to the mall because Velvet revolver was signing stuff there today, you leaned into the seat and sighed, you could practically feel it, him pushing you into the bed, his lips on your neck while he praised you, a hand on the back of your neck while he smirked against your lips..you didn’t realize how lost you were until your friend shoved you, waking you up, you where here..at the mall, a large banner outside promoting the signing, god he was so close..you where gonna meet Duff! You stumbled out and giggled, you and your friend making fun of eachother “slash is so much better though!” She would whine, earning a playful shove from you, all your snark went out the window though when you stepped into the main foyer, the line was long..but you could see him, his bleach blonde hair with his brown roots peeking out, his teeth as he laughed at something Scott has said…god he was real.. your friend noticed this and laughed “c’mon y/n! You act like he’s gonna be disgusted by you..you’re hot! He’ll probably jerk off to you later tonight” you yelped, the picture of him doin so quickly flooded your mind making you look down, you didn’t know how long you stood there, all you knew was that your friend was in-front of you, and she was talking to them, you took a deep breath and looked up finally, not Un-noticing how Duff was looking past her to check you out, smiling as you walked forward and set your contraband record down, they where nice, Scott laughing at some joke you made, Duff however was eyeing you down..and when he spoke you swore you where about to die “nice tights..” it was short, but it was there “t-thank you..I like your tattoos..” he chuckled “thanks pretty doll” he mumbled as he sighed the record, it wasn’t a lie, you did like his tattoos, but especially his arms..you wanted to squeeze them..bite them, use them as pillows, hold onto him while he used you up..all of him, you where so utterly obsessed with this man, you wanted to hide your face in his armpits, getting high off the fumes.. you shook your head and took the record back, thanking them and scurrying back to your friend, you looked at eachother for a bit before squealing, hugging and jumping, not noticing his eyes lingering on you, you and her went shopping, looking around the stores giggling at all the stupid things you would find, you didn’t know how long you where there, but soon you where outside the bathroom waiting for your friend, you could hear gasps and awes getting closer, but before you could look up there was a hand on your shoulder..it was Duff, god you almost pissed yourself!, he spoke before you, silently asking if you wanted to join him in the bathroom. You blinked, this was THE Duff McKagan..you couldn’t pass this up right..? That’s what you thought, so shakily grabbing your bag you followed him into a stall where he was quick to pin you against the dirty blue paint chipped door, he panted against your ear before nipping at it
He pulled away and made you look at him “you want this right..?” You nodded, sucking in a breath “I do..I do yeah..” he nodded and pushed you harder into the door as he tugged on your skirt, kissing and nuzzling your shoulder and neck, he put you down for a second to undo his belt, a loud snap filling the stall as you watched him, it fell to the floor, and soon enough his jeans where around his ankles, he pushed you back, his hand on your head making you whimper, you could feel him pressing his hard on against you before he moved your underwear out of the way and slid inside, making you gasp, he kissed your shoulder, mumbling about you how good you where, how you felt so good wrapped around him.
He nuzzled into your hair as he started to move, groaning and whimpering, his hand slid down to hold yours, it was so filling, you could feel everything…your senses hightented, you could hear someone washing their hands, humming to themselves before their footsteps trailed out. He grunted above you, kissing the crown of your head as he got a bit rougher “c’mon baby…c’mon…come for me baby..please” he sounded so needy, whining into your ear as his thrusts stuttered, he nuzzled into your neck as he came, filling you up, your vision blanked, body resting against the cold door, when you came too a few minutes later he was kissing your shoulder again “so good..so f’good for me” he panted, his voice higher than normal, he kissed your cheek softly as he closed his eyes “fuck..”
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The Dilfest 2
SECOND PART OF THE DILFEST YALL
heres the first one
read that first bro or dont idc
TELL ME ID THERES ANY GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES PLSSS TELL ME PLS IM BEGGING
WARNINGSSS🙏😱
sex🔥 fingering, dom duff, spanking, teasing, dirty talk (kinda), marking (kinda), pills (painkillers not drugs), hot sexy men (passing out and going mental warning, dont look at the pictures below if u have any heart issues /j)
HOW IS HE SO HOT I NEED HIM TO TIE ME UP
The soft thud of the car door shutting lightly woke me up, but not enough for me to open my eyes or register what is happening.
He softly opens my door and undoes my seatbelt, before grabbing me right under my armpits and lifting me up into his arms. I instinctively wrap my limbs around him. I cling onto him like a koala, burying my face in the crook of his neck as I just keep on sleeping. He closes the door and locks his car before wrapping his arm around me securely.
He grabs the key and unlocks the door, before stepping into his home.
He doesn’t mind carrying me at all. He likes being so close to me and being able to take care of me like this.
He flicks on the lights and locks the door behind him, before making his way upstairs to his bedroom.
He lays me down on the bed, kissing my forehead before taking off my shoes and tossing them onto the floor. He takes off his own shoes and changes into sweatpants and a plain shirt before crawling into the bed.
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Sunrays shine through the curtains and onto our entwined bodies. I frown and blink my eyes open. I let out a yell as I feel someone else pressed up to me. I push the person off me and stand up, staring at them in horror. I relax slightly as I see it’s Duff, but before I can do anything, a pounding headache hits me.
It feels like theres a hundred Oompa Loompas banging three big metal tubes on my head. Jesus Christ. I groan and clutch at my head, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Hey, hey, hey. Cmere.” His soft, soothing voice fills my ears, relieving some of the pain. He immediately reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me back into bed.
I snuggle up to him, nestling my face in his neck as I grip onto his shirt. Snuggling up to him at least made me feel a little better. His arms wrap around me protectively, rubbing my back in an attempt to soothe my aches. “Shh, baby.” He murmurs, kissing the top of my head. “You want me to get you some painkillers?” I nod, groaning softly.
He lays me down on my back on his bed, pulling the sheets over me. He presses a lingering kiss to my forehead before he lets go of me, hurrying over to the bathroom, which was connected to his bedroom.
I keep my eyes shut tightly, curling up into a ball as I realise how much warmth and comfort having Duff next to me gave me. And now, that was all gone.
I can faintly hear him rummaging through the cabinets and turning on the faucet.
A few moments later, he walks back into the room and crawls into the bed. He places the medicine and a glass of water on the nightstand, before helping me sit up.
I climb into his lap, not caring if I was being all clingy even when we hadn’t known each other for long. I couldn’t give a shit, I’m feeling horrible and he makes me feel much better, so I’m gonna get as close to him as possible. Period.
“Here.” He says softly as he hands me the pills and the glass of water, he chuckles lightly as I cling to him. I drink the whole glass, not opening my eyes since I knew the bright light would be way too much.
I hand the glass back to him and wrap my arms around him, seeking comfort in him. He hums softly, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “There you go.” He murmurs.
I try to get even closer to him, pressing my body against his and shifting around to make myself as small as possible. He chuckles at my attempts, his arms tightening around me.
I squirm around for a few moments before letting out a frustrated groan, my jeans becoming annoyingly uncomfortable. I roll onto my back and quickly take them off, my eyebrows furrowed.
I move back into Duff’s lap. He chuckles but doesn’t say anything, just holding me again when I move back onto him. “Better?” He whispers. I smile and nod.
We stay like that, cuddled up in bed. Eventually I’d fallen asleep. He’d whisper sweet nothings into my ear every now and then, or caress my body, which I’d do to him too. We’d sometimes change positions. It felt so good to be cuddling with him; he made me feel so safe, and I made him feel safe. It was not awkward or weird at all, it felt right and comfortable.
After hours of cuddling and slumbering, falling in and out of sleep, I speak up. “You hungry?” My voice is soft and slightly groggy, although my grogginess is nothing compared to his. His voice sounds like a deep rumble from a motorcycle, even more than it normally does. “Yeah. We can make breakfast if you want.”
His voice is so sexy. I feel butterflies in my stomach, and heat pools between my legs. I brush it off for some reason and nod with a smile.
We both get out of bed and grab each other’s hand as he leads me downstairs. I look down at our entwined hands, feeling even more butterflies in my belly. My eyes travel up before locking onto his back. He’s so broad, like a Doritos chip. Then I look at his arms. His tattoos are so beautiful, and his biceps are huge.
I speed up and start walking next to him. He smiles down at me as I get closer to him, before opening the door to the living room and kitchen. We don’t say anything, and that’s okay. I don’t like to talk much in the morning, anyway.
We walk into the kitchen and I jump up onto the counter, watching him as he opens the fridge in search for something to eat for breakfast.
I suddenly feel an urge, an itch for him. I grab his arm and pull him between my legs, wrapping them around him and trapping him inside them. We both lean in, no words needing to be said as we both knew what we wanted.
He brushes his lips over mine gently, before deepening the kiss. His strong arms slip around my waist, pulling me closer against him. I tangle my hands in his wavy, blond hair, deepening the kiss even more by pulling on the strands.
I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter, even though we’re just kissing. That doesn’t last too long. His big, strong, possessive hands wander down to my ass, squeezing and groping. I moan into his mouth, feeling his cock growing harder against my cunt through our clothes.
I can’t help but grind against his dick, moving my legs up higher to wrap around his waist. He groans into the kiss, his hands gripping my ass tighter. His lips become demanding and hungry, his tongue slipping inside to explore my mouth. My heart is racing in my chest, my breath coming in short, almost gasp-like breaths. He suddenly lifts me off the counter and slams me against the now closed fridge, making me gasp. I didn’t know he had this rough side to him, although I could’ve figured. One of his hands moves to squeeze my tit. I moan, arching my back into his touch. He keeps me pressed against the fridge, holding me up as my legs are still wrapped around him. His hand moves down to tease at the waistband of my panties, a smirk appearing on his face as he hears my needy whine. “So eager.” “Please..” It’s never to early to beg. He grins devilishly and slips his hand inside, rubbing at my clit in circles with his middle finger before sliding his fingers along my wet folds. I moan, my fingers tightening in his hair. He plays around with my pussy for a few moments, before finally slipping one finger inside. He starts to move in and out slowly, his other hand still groping at my breast. His thumb rubs lazy circles around my clit, making me let out moan after moan. I’d never felt so good, and this was only the beginning. He starts to trail kisses down my jaw, and then my neck. He sucks and nibbles, staying on the same spot for a bit to create a mark before moving down further. He lifts my shirt up and kisses the part of my breasts that aren’t covered by my bra. With one hand still working on my pussy, he can’t take it off. He grunts in frustration, suddenly thrusting his finger deeper inside me than before. “Take it off.” He growls. I immediately let go of his hair and take off my shirt, tossing it onto the floor before unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor too. He growls and takes my nipple into his mouth the second it’s exposed, sucking and tonguing it. I let out high-pitched, whine-y moans, my hands moving to tug on his hair again. He adds another finger into my wet hole, curling them to find my sweet spot. He abuses that spot relentlessly, making my back arch and my thighs shake. “Duff!” I moan, my hips bucking against his hand eagerly. My moans turn into gasps, my eyes rolling back as I feel myself getting closer and closer to my orgasm. His movements become faster and more intense, hitting my sweet spots in all the right ways. I can’t even manage to warn him as I cum all over his fingers. I cry out his name, my hands clawing at his back. I arch my back off the fridge, my hips grinding against him uncontrollably. I pant as I catch my breath, my head tilted back to rest against the fridge. He smirks and slowly pulls his sticky fingers out of me, grabbing my jaw with his other hand and forcing me to look at him. “Open.” He orders, tilting his head back slightly. I look at him with hazy, satisfied but lustful eyes. I part my lips, my eyes falling closed as he sticks his fingers inside my mouth. “Good girl.. Lick ‘em clean.” He breathes out, his eyes fixated on my lips and expression. I eagerly lick and suck on his fingers, slightly cringing at the taste of myself but liking the feeling of his fingers in my mouth and him controlling me too much to care.
“That’s a good girl.” He growls and pulls his fingers out, suddenly putting me down on the floor. My legs feel like jelly, shaking and making me stumble. He leans down to whisper in my ear, his hands resting on my hips possessively. “Bend over the counter.” He growls. My breath hitches and I obey, turning to the kitchen island and bending over it. My breathing is heavy and deep, my heartbeat racing in anticipation. He moves behind me, his hand reaching out to run along my sensitive pussy. He suddenly smacks my ass, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. I can hear him cursing under his breath, feeling his gaze burning into my ass. I spread my legs further and stick my ass out, hiding my face in the crook of my arm. He smacks my ass once again, before pressing himself against me, his big hands gripping my hips to pull me back against him. He bends down, pressing open-mouthed kissed along my shoulders and neck. “You want this?” He whispers in his low, sultry voice. I nod frantically, my arm reaching behind my head and wrapping around his neck, while my other hand rests on the counter and supports my body weight. “Say it.” “Yes.. Please, Duff..” I whimper, feeling his hard cock poking into my ass through his sweatpants. “Please, what?” I groan, growing frustrated as he keeps me waiting for way longer than I wanted. “Please fuck me!” He smirks and sinks his teeth down into my skin, right where my shoulder meets my neck. He pushes down his pants and boxers, his dick jumping free and pressing against my ass. He moves his hand between my thighs and spreads them apart, before grabbing my hips and forcefully tilting them back. He suddenly slams into me without warning, making me cry out. He grunts at the feeling of my tight, hot cunt stretching around him. He starts moving in and out, slowly at first, but he quickly speeds up. The sound of his hips smacking against my ass, the wet squelching of my pussy and our moans, grunts and gasps fill the room, which fade into the background as he fucks me into oblivion. His hips move fast and hard, his cock hitting spots inside me I never thought to be possible. He holds onto my hips and pulls me back onto his dick with each relentless thrust. “Fuck, baby. So tight. Such a good girl for me, taking my cock like this. Fuck, yeah.” He murmurs breathlessly between hot kisses all across my shoulders and back. I moan his name uncontrollably, bucking my hips to meet his thrusts. “Gonna come inside your pretty little cunt. Come with me, babe..” He lets out a shuddering growl as he slams into me harder and harder, exploding inside me. I cry out in ecstasy as he fucks me over the edge, coating his cock in my come. He pants as he slows down, his forehead falling against my shoulder. His hair sprawls across my sweaty back, his breath fanning over my skin with each pant. After a few moments, he pulls out, our combined juices dripping down my thighs and his cock. He flips me around to face him, leaning in to kiss me messily. His big hand tangles in my hair, pulling me closer. I wrap my arms around his neck, rubbing my heel up and down the back of his legs. I pull back and bury my face in his neck with a breathless chuckle. “Jesus Christ.” I murmur. He laughs softly, his arm sliding around my waist. “Let’s take a shower.” He murmurs into my hair. I make a small sound of approval, kissing his neck. Right when I’m about to pull away so I can walk to the bathroom, he picks me up. I yelp and laugh, burying my grinning face back into the crook of his neck. He carries me bridal style, a big, charming grin on his face. I giggle and look up at him, leaning in to place some kisses on his neck and jaw.
PH MY GOD IM GONAN FUCKING KILL MUSELD YHIS SHIT IS PISSING ME OFF I HAD SM ISSUES TRUING TO DUPLICATE THE TEXT CAUSE I WAS GONNA MAKE A MALE VERSION BIT I SLreaDY STOPPED OKAY NO IMNNOT EVEN EXPLIANINF THIS IM SORRY THE KAST PARTS ARE ALL STICKED TOGETHER AND THE FIRST ONE IDNT BUT IM TOO POSSED OFF TO FIC IT SORRY GUYS
anyway here u go uhh i dont have much to say tbh i dont think ill write a third part but we’ll see
i probably will be writing more other duff fics though
IM WORKINF ON A BUGGER ONE RN ALSO ABT DUFF BUT I WANN AHAVE IT COMPLETELY FINISHED BEFORE I POST IT SO THAYLL TAKE A WHILEEEE LIKE MONTHS OR SMTH SO IDK
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