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Title: THAT ONE TIME ON TOUR

“mom what’s wrong?” I asked we had been having money problems and I was worried about her “Nothing sweetie it’s just I have sort of a surprise for you” she said. “Oh ok” I said beginning to eat my cereal when suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. “Oh it’s them” my mom said. “Who?” I said very confused as my mom went to go answer our front door we weren’t expecting any guests today as far as I knew

“Hello gentlemen please come in” I heard my mom say. “She’s over there” my mom said her voice breaking a little bit. A man with long red hair and a man hiding his face face behind a mop of curly hair and sunglasses entered my kitchen behind my mom. My mom began wiping tears away from her face the two men smiled at me. I stopped eating my bowl of Reese Puffs very confused. “Mom what’s going on?” I asked. “Don’t be scared sugar will explain everything.” The red headed man said his deep voice booming through my kitchen. “Sweetie I’m so sorry-“ my mom said crying. “I know this is a lot to take in.” The red headed man said to me walking over to me. My mom then hugged me and whispered “it’s better this way honey.” Then the red head man picked my up bridal style and carried me into his broken down van with the man with curly hair. “I-I don’t understand…where are you taking me? Who are you?”

“Well,” the man with fiery hair started, “I’m Axl. This is Slash” he pointed to the man with the curls. “This,” He then pointed to another man in the van, he had poofy blonde hair and a glowing smile. “well, this is Steven. If you’re scared you should probably talk to him, I’m not the best at this stuff.” He laughed nervously.

Should I be scared? I was starting to think so…

“We’re gonna go home and then we’ll explain everything. You’ll just be staying with us for a while.” The blondie spoke in a gentle tone. Maybe I should talk to him.

“Oh, uhm, okay.” I whispered. i had to admit I was a little fearful, though I didn’t understand why. Sure my mom hadn’t given me an explanation, but I was 18. I’m an entire woman, no need to be scared without my mommy.

The curly haired man eyed me curiously, “Ax,” he whispered, clearly intending for only the red head to hear. “How old did you say she was again?”

“Slash,” he hit the man’s arm. “She’s 18. BUT,” he whispered sternly, “be respectful. She’s probably much too scared to think of anything like that. Besides, I had first dibs”

“The fuck you do.” The poodle haired man yelled in a normal voice, startling the blondie next to me.

They obviously hadn’t noticed that I listened in on the entire conversation.

“Sorry, erm, what did you say your name was again?” The red head going by “axl” questioned.

They really knew nothing about me.

“My named y/n and I’m really confused what’s going on” I asked. They all got a sad look on there face and Axl sighed “Well sugar I’m afraid that your mom has fallen on hard times money wise and sold you to us” Axl said. “SHE WHAT!” I yelled.

I buried my face in my legs beginning to sob.

Another blond man peered from behind the back seat of the van “ah it’ll be ok sweet heart we aren’t that bad I promise” the man said rubbing my shoulder. His words were nice but I was still terrified and so confused. The van stopped in front of a very broken down looking apartment complex.

***time skip***

well this is your room I hope u like it Axl said showing me to one of the bedrooms. “Yeah I guess it’ll do” I said wiping away tears Axl left the room. Then a man with long black hair appeared.

“Are you ok?” The man asked. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!” I yelled. “Oh my bad my bad.” The man said “I’m Izzy I’m rhythm guitarist for the band. “Oh” I said “I’m y/n”

“Nice to meet you y/n you’re very pretty.” Izzy said I blushed. “Why don’t you come out to the living room and get to know us better” Izzy suggested. “Ok” I said.

When I entered the living room all the guys were sitting in a circle and it looked like a fucking AA meeting. “Why don’t you sit down y/n” Axl said. I sat down into between Slash and Steven. “Sooo you like jack Daniels?” Slash asked. “Um sorry no I’m only 18” I said. “Oh my bad didn’t realize you were a pussy” Slash said.

“Slash shut up” Steven said slapping him on the back of the head Slash grimaced. “I think that’s respectable y/n we aren’t the most respectable guys maybe you’ll be a good influence on us” Steven said with a smile.

“Influence? How old is this bitch like- ten?” Izzy asked, sipping something from a red solo cup.

“Izzy!” Axl yelled, obviously upset “She just said she’s 18! Come on man can’t you guys be a little bit more serious about this?” He rubbed his temples. “We bought a fucking human being for gods sake.” He mumbled.

“Axl…” the other blonde man said. I believed they called him Duff. “She’s right here…”

“You know what guys, I can just go to my room and chill for a bit.” I said, getting up to leave. As I turned the corner for my room, I stopped to listen in on their conversation.

“What are we gonna do?” Duff asked.

“What do you mean?” Axl questioned, “we bought a fucking human being duff. And all of you fuckers,” he pointed to everyone in the room. “Are looking at her like eye candy. It’s disgusting!”

Slash laughed, his jack Daniels gurgling in his throat.

“What’s so funny Slash? Please share with the class.” Axl said in a smart ass tone.

“Well it’s obvious she’s into me.” He said, “didn’t you see the way she looked at me in the van? She was practically all over me in her mind.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“Okay, you guys are all gross. Have you thought about what she wants? She’s probably scared and crying in her room right now. She doesn’t know any of us and she’s only 18 she’s new to the sex world.” Steven spoke sweetly.

“I say we all share her-“ Izzy butted in.

I was in complete shock. Share me? What the hell was this, a parent custody match?

“I vote on that.” Slash slurred.

“I guess I wouldn’t mind…” Axl whispered, ashamed. “That is, after she’s comfortable, of course.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“What the fuck you guys?” The two blondies yelled in unison.

“I’m going to check on her,” a very drunk slash declared.

I quickly ran to my room, laying on my bed in an attempt to look casual.

“Hey sweetheart,” the guitarist whispered, leaning against the door frame and knocking.

“Oh, hey” I said, standing to meet his eyes.

“I hope this isn’t too awful for you. I know it must be hard but still, I hope you’re settling in okay.”

I couldn’t help but feel nice when I heard the sincereness in his voice.

“It’s not too awful” I ran my finger tip down the length of his chest, I had game too.

“Oh fuck” Slash said biting his lips. His lips then crashed onto mine they were soft like a pillow and my hand began to get tangled in his curly hair. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths when Slash abruptly pulled away. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked sheepishly. “Nah you’re just not much of a pussy after all” Slash said smirking. Just then Axl barged in seeing me on Slashes lap. “SLASH WHAT THE FUCK” Axl yelled. “Hey man she came on to me” Slash said throwing his hands up in the air.

I blushed. Axl rolled his eyes and then walked over to me and pulled me off Slashes legs and laid me down and began to slide my legs apart I was only wearing little booty shorts that were my pajamas. Axl looked up at me with pleading eyes he was very sexy I had to admit and contrary to what the boys thought this wasn’t my first time around the block.

“May I?” Axl said seductively. I nodded feeling my pussy grow wetter by the minute. Axl smirked and began to slowly pull down my shorts and panties. It was so wonderfully torturous. Slash watched the whole thing smiling looking at my agony. That’s when Axls tongue found my clit and began to lick his tongue all over

Damn did that man know how to use his tongue. Slight moans escaped my lips. “Slash can you shut her up” Axl spat. “Sure thing” Slash said as he began to straddle me and soon again me and Slash were making out. Between Slash making out with me and Axl eating me out I was hot mess.

That’s when Duff entered. “YOUR FUCKING THE HOT GIRL WE BOUGHT WITHOUT ME!” The giraffe looking man yelled. Slash pulled away “just shut up and get over here Duff geez”

Duff then began to undress himself. My god three men at once? I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.

“Erm, guys?” I whispered, clearly intimidated.

“Oh shut up you pretty little slut” slash whispered before crashing his lips to mine.

By this time, Duff was completely naked in the corner of the room, his cock clearly red and hard from watching the two men on me.

“Guys what the sigma?” I’m the one that convinced you to buy the bitch in the first place, you could at least let me tap it first.” The dark haired man entered the doorway.

His eyes slowly lit up as he looked over, seeing duffs exposed length. “Shit Duff” he sighed.

“Izzy we can’t do this again. The one time on tour…” he whispered. “That was a one time deal kitten We agreed We were both drunk and horny. It meant nothing.”

Just then, slash and Axl stopped working on me and turned to look at Duff and Izzy.

“You guys FUCKED??!!???” Axl and slash screamed, shocked.

“IT WAS A ONE TIME THING I SWEAR!” Duff yelled.

“What’s all the commotion?” Steve questioned, walking into the room.

“Izzy and duff fucked!” Slash yelled.

Though, Steven seemed unfazed. “Yeah, so? You and Axl fucked a couple times- oh and remember that three sum we had on tour? It’s normal isn’t it-“

Axl cut Steven off, grasping his hand over his mouth. “Stevie shut up we swore never to talk about that.”

“Fuck senpai” slash moaned just in time for us all to look over. The sight we saw was indescribable.

Duff was inches deep in Slashs ass hole, slash bent over with his ass on display. Slashs ass hole was being ripped to shreds by Duffs mega cock

“I can’t take this anymore.” Izzy moaned, falling to the floor and ripping his pants off. He began jerking his dick in a senseless attempt to release some tension.

“Well fuck Izzy, you don’t have to go at this alone.” Steven sighed, falling to the floor and wrapping his lips around stevens cock.

I looked at Axl, total shock running over me. “What the fuck?” I mouthed, clearly crazed.

“I’m sorry doll…” Axl trailed off before bending down in front of Izzy. “May I?” He questioned.

“Yes papi” Izzy moaned airily and nodded his head quickly

Axl then slid behind Izzy, holding the skinny man’s waist and slowly thrusting in and out of his ass.

I watched in horror as the orgy took place. Fuck.

“Glam Rock Makeup”

80s Duff Mckagan x reader

(Pics for reference)

It was a Friday night and your boyfriend Duff had a gig with his band and he was taking an absurd amount of time in the bathroom to get ready. “DUFFF WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGG” you said banging on the bathroom door. He’d been in there for forever and you needed to get ready for the gig too you needed to do your make up and do your hair. “One minute babe” Duff yelled back. “Can I just come in and get ready it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before Duff” you said laughing. Duff didn’t reply. Finally after 5 more minutes of him still being in the bathroom you went in he didn’t lock the door so you just went it “ok Duff you’ve had more then a minute” you said entering the bathroom only to see Duff standing there with smeared eye liner on and messy hair that he had definitely tried to tease up. You were taken aback “Duff were you trying to do glam make up” you said laughing a little. Duff blushed. “Maybe I thought it would look cool but I actually suck at it” Duff said. “Is that my eye liner?” You asked. “Yeah sorry I might’ve ruined it” Duff said embarrassed. “It’s fine baby you can borrow my stuff buttt you should let me do your makeup it might be funnnn” you said giving Duff puppy eyes. Duff grinned and sighed “alright go for it y/n” Duff said “Yay!” You said jumping up and down and running to grab your eye shadow palates.

You made Duff sit on the toilet and got out some purple eye shadow. “Close your eyes Duff” you said Duff did and you started brushing the eye shadow on his eye lid. Duff smiled and pulled back “Duff sit still” you said laughing. “Sorry it tickled” Duff said. You smiled and continued to apply the make up. “Don’t make me look like an idiot please y/n” Duff said. “I won’t I won’t you’ll look like a total fuckin rockstar when I’m done” you said. “Sure” Duff said chuckling as you now pulled out the eye liner and started to line his eyes with them. Once you finished it you decided he needed a little bit of mascara too just to make his eyes pop. “Ok Duff” you said pulling him off the toilet and having him walk over to the mirror to see the make up. “Do you like it?” You asked. Duff laughed “Well I do look pretty glam rock and a little like a chick but you did good babe thank you.” Duff said hugging you and kissed th top of your head. “You’re welcome baby it was fun” you said. “Ok you can get ready now” Duff said leaving the bathroom.

Once you were ready you and Duff were ready to leave “damn sexy” Duff said as he saw you walking out of the bathroom. You blushed. “Babe I forgot something on your makeup” you said giggling. “Yeah what?” Duff asked. “You need lip stick.” You said giggling. Duff rolled his eyes. “If you say so” Duff said. You pulled out your lipstick. “Ok stick your lips out like your kissing me” you told Duff. He did what you said and you laughed he looked so funny you applied the lip stick to him and he looked great “ ok now are we ready to go?” Duff asked “yes” you said grabbing his hand and he lead you out of your apartment. It was going to be a fun night with your glam rocker boyfriend

“Dress like this more often”

Duff Mckagan x reader

Fluff

Year:1985

You were shy quiet and very nerdy at least that’s what most people thought. But Duff knew the real you and he loved you. You met Duff in 7th grade and soon became best friends. Duff showed you how to have fun and not be so stressed. You and Duff started dating senior year when you were both 18. You were on track to graduate with honors and go to a good college. But one day Duff told you he’s leaving and going to LA to follow his dream of being a rockstar. You don’t know why or how but you decided to come with him you were in love and nothing mattered but him. You both dropped out of school and ran away together. Everyone who knew you was shocked but you didn’t care what they thought. You and Duff had lived in LA for 3 years now. Duff hadn’t had his big break yet but you were able to find a job to support you guys for the time being. You felt insecure though you saw these LA girls they were flashy and punk and beautiful you weren’t quite that confident to dress like that. But now Duff was in a new band they called themselves “Guns N’Roses” Duff told you this was the band that would get big and you believed him. You had met all the guys and seen them rehearse they were really something else you knew they would go far and tonight would be their first gig together. “I gotta head to sound check babe” Duff said kissing you on the top of your head and running out the door. “Ok see you at 8” you yelled as he was leaving. It was 6 right now that gave you 2 hours to get ready. Tonight you wouldn’t be so nervous about what people thought tonight you planned to go all out full glam if you were gonna be Duffs rockstar girlfriend you wanted to look the part. You went to the bathroom you put on a new outfit you had bought it was a short black skirt a tight leather black tank top and a black leather jacket to wear on top of it. You usually wore minimal makeup but today you but on eyeshadow, eye liner, and mascara. You decided to just curl your hair for tonight. When you looked in the mirror you hardly recognized yourself. You looked like the girls you saw at the bars around LA you looked hot you felt hot you couldn’t wait to show Duff and have him show you off to the guys.

~ time skip~

You knocked on the door at the back entrance of the bar there was a sign that read BAND IN SESSION DO NOT ENTER you ignored the sign though that’s what Duff told you to do anyway. Slash answered the door. “Hey your not su-damn” “y/n you look different like damn” Slash said looking you up and down. “Thank you Slash” you said smirking. You saw Duff come up and stand behind him Duff cleared his throat as a sign to tell Slash to go away and stop checking you out. “Oh right yeah uh Duff your girlfriends here” Slash said and then walking away to leave you two alone. Duffs eyes got wide when he saw you. “Y/n- I’ve never seen you dress like this” Duff said checking you out and smirking every so often. “You like it?” You asked looking up at him. “Like it sweetheart I love it.” Duff said. You blushed. “You didn’t have to get all dressed up for me though you know” Duff said. You pulled out a cigarette. Axl now walked past you two. “Y/n you smoke?” He asked. “Yeah maybe I do” you said inhaling the smoke but doing it wrong because you really needed to cough and it felt disgusting. Axl just smiled and kept walking. “Since when?” Duff said trying to reach the cigarette out of your hand but you pulled it away. “Since now babe” you said to him. “Ok sure” he said a little annoyed. It was now almost time for the boys to go on stage. You were sitting on Duffs lap. “Alright babe I gotta go out there” Duff said. “Knock em dead baby” you said “kiss for good luck?” Duff asked. You kissed him and the pulled away but Duff whispered. “You should dress like this more often doll” you smirked. He grabbed the box of cigarettes out of your jacket pocket. “No more of these though” he said. “Good I don’t like them anyway” you said laughing. Duff smiled and went to get on stage. Your mission tonight had been a success

“Long Night”

Duff Mckagan x reader

Year:1991

Fluff

You jumped out of the cab grabbing your backstage pass when a security guard stopped you. “Do you know the band ma’am?” He asked sternly. “Yes I’m Duffs girlfriend” you said smiling and showing your pass. The man’s face tensed up when you said Duffs name that couldn’t be good you thought. “Alright come with me.” He said. The man lead you inside and backstage to where you could hear a very angry crowd chanting boo and some other rude things about the band. Shit you thought what did Axl do this time. Speak of the devil Axl came walking past with his security team he looked pissed. Like real pissed not normal Axl pissed like he was about to punch anyone who looked at him wrong right now. You decided not to ask him what was going on in fear of having your face punched in. You saw Slash running up behind and decided to ask him instead. “Slash what the hell is going on why is Axl pissed where’s Duff?” You asked Slash. “Long story…” Slash said somewhat outta breath. “Basically we came on late crowd was super rowdy Axl yelled at them then they started throwing shit at us and Duff got hit in the head” “DUFF WHAT” you interrupted now worried about your boyfriend. “He’s fine y/n it was just a bottle but now he can’t play so the show is over and the crowd is pissed and so is Axl.” Slash said. “Ok well where’s Duff?” You said not really caring about anything but him in this moment. “He’s down the hall the paramedics are looking at him” Slash said. “Ok thanks.” You said already starting to jog down the hallway to him. You found the room down the hall Duff was in and sure enough there he was sitting on a couch holding an ice pack on his head while a paramedic was shining a flashlight in his eyes. “Duff babe are you ok” you said running up and hugging him and then placing yourself right next to him on the couch. “Never been better sweetheart” Duff said in a very sarcastic tone. “He doesn’t have a concussion” the paramedic said. You let out a sigh of relief. “He just needs to rest and I assume you’ll be with him tonight so make sure he’s not around super bright lights and take him to the ER if he throws up but other than that he’s fine and I’ll leave you two alone.” The paramedic said getting up to leave to room. “I’m so sorry Duff I got here late and there was traffic and then Slash told me what happened and I was so worried-“ “Babe look at me” Duff said lifting up your chin so you were looking him in the eyes “I’m fine really and all that matters is your here now” Duff said kissing your forehead. You relaxed a little more with that now. You two sat silent for a few mins. Then you stood up and walked away from him and held up three fingers. “How many fingers am I holding up Mckagan.” You said half joking half serious. “ Y/n you can’t be serious” Duff said rolling his eyes and laughing. “I’m serious” you said smiling. “Three” Duff said. “There happy?” Then you walked up to Duff and sat right in his lap “Do you know where you are Duff?” “The jungle y/n” Duff said in a sarcastic tone “cmon babe the guy said I didn’t have a concussion you can relax” Duff said laughing at you. “ I know i know I just love you so much babe” you said kissing him. “ I love you too baby” Duff said. “C’mon” you said standing up. “Let’s go home and rest” you said grabbing Duffs hands and leading him out the door. “Awe i wanted to go home and make out” Duff said in a whiny voice. “ Not tonight blondie ” you said giggling at him. It was going to be a long night trying to get Duff to actually rest but you knew you would still love every moment with him.

izzy stradlin x fem!reader

warnings: smut

words:246

Izzy stradlin loves it when you go all dumb on him. that sweet spot after your second or third orgasm when your babbling nears incoherent, broken whimpers and whines falling from your mouth as your pretty eyes grow starry and dazed. the point of overstimulation where your mind goes fuzzy and you can’t distinct whether you want him to stop or keep going, so the only intelligible words coming out of you are ‘Izzy’ and ‘please’

oh, he’s so mean about it, too. all mocking pouts and teasing coos against the shell of your ear ‘thought this was what you wanted, sweetheart, hm?’ ‘what was that, baby? couldn’t hear you, you’re gonna need to speak up’

over and over, he’ll curl his fingers up against that spot that has you crying out and clawing at his back, thumb brushing your clit every so often as your shaky thighs close around his wrist. you’re not getting away that easy, though, and of course he parts them once more with a strong hand before clicking his tongue in disapproval.

it’s just something about seeing you like this that sets him off on a power trip— the feel of your wet cunt fluttering around his fingers, pink lips parted and glistening while your eyes roll back into your head. god, don’t get him started on the tear tracks that run down your flushed cheeks. the sight of you begging— no, crying for him has him harder than he’s been in his life.

he’d never admit it, but it’s better any line he could’ve done, satisfies him more than any high he’s been on. it may seem the other way around, but you have Izzy stradlin wrapped around your finger.

First izzy post how is it ? If you want me to write about anyone let me know and if you want fluff angst , or smut ill try my best to write

Thank you!

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..”

I write when a fanfic makes me mad so I’m back hi

Pervert

⭐️ • Duff McKagan/reader, smut, Duffs js a manwhore, I just woke up, probably not proofread•

1985, the sunset strip California:

why where you here? Simple answer, William, he was a few years older than you being 16 and he being 20 he had always taken on a sorta..older brother esc role in your life, when you found out he was moving to California, hours away, you wanted you cry, both him and Jeffrey where leaving!

but you couldn’t stop him, so he left, as months went by life was different, but not different enough, he was just..gone, no one to run after men who would hit on you, now they where free to do whatever, so you would go on dates, they never went anywhere..they never had what you where looking for.

Three years sense he moved,, he had called you, how did he even remember your number?

“(Y/n)!” He panted

“..William?”

it was soft, hell there was so much noise from his side you weren’t even sure he heard you

“Uh—yeah…..Look we need someone to help around down here and I know you’re into music I—“

“We?”

“…yeah, me iz—Jeffery…and the guys..you’ll like them I swear”

So…now you where in California, looking around, you didn’t fit in with the girls here, you could tell you liked the same music they did but you never had the chance to doll up when you lived in Indiana, so it surprised you when a very tall…. Man came up..oh this is what those guys back home where missing, the leather and denim, the eyeliner and bleach blonde hair..

“Hey..are you (y/n)?”

You squeaked, but nodded, earning a soft chuckle from him as he stuck out his hand

“ ‘m Duff, Axl sent me to pick you up”

You shook his hand..almost needily but you hung your head to the side, who the fuck was Axl

“Uhm..yknow red long hair, the girly nose he has?” He laughed

Oh,,that was definitely William.. you nodded and took the opportunity to hold onto him so you ‘didn’t get lost’…he didn’t seem to care anyways.

He got to a beaten up house and pushed the door open, it was a mess!

“Uhm..there’s a spear bedroom upstairs we’d thought you’d like your own space…” he muttered as he led you up to the room, the only thing in it was a blown up air mattress..at least it was something

“I—thank you Duff..? Im gonna unpack..”

He nodded and watched for a bit before he left

So while putting your bags down the door opened

“(Y/n)!!” He rushed over and hugged you, you guys talked for hours, he gave you the rundown, no one went by their legal name,, Duff, Slash, Axl, Izzy and Steven, all band mates..

It took a bit to settle in but you did eventually, you got a job and managed to get a bed and vanity, it had come together.., honestly you didn’t mind cleaning up after them, you only didn’t like the girls they would bring over, for the most part the girls where nice, or just didn’t pay any mind to you, but occasionally one of them would bring over a girl who was…special, you mainly just didn’t like the sounds you would hear..that’s not to say when you knew it was Duff with a girl..I mean was it really that wrong to curl up in bed with a hand down your pants

You sat at a booth, next to Duff, he leaned forward and looked around, watching as slash came over with a tray of drinks for the table everyone reaching for one.

You don’t know when it happened but a man had whisked you away, you didn’t plan on doin anything with him..he didn’t have what you wanted..he wasn’t Duff, so you laughed away all his advances, until someone grabbed onto you making you gasp, and looking up..it was Duff.., he didn’t look happy

“Hey babe…why’d you leave?” There was an edge in his voice, he wasn’t curious, he was..something else, before you could respond the man did for you

“Whoa man..I was chatting her up..no big deal”

“Uh huh” Duff clicked his tongue “well she’s with me.” He stated before he started to pull you away, towards the door, he was clearly drunk, maybe a bit less than you “wha..where are we going?” “Home.” He was cut straight, stumbling home, tripping every so often on his feet, he pushed open the door and continued to drag you inside

“Bedroom…c’mon—“ he sighed and dragged you to your room and pushed you on the bed, you huffed and sat up just in time to see his stripping his clothes off “Duff—“ “T-this is okay yeah? You want this?” You blinked and nodded, taking your shirt off as he leaned over and pushed your skirt up, moving your pretty pink panties out of the way, making him groan “fuck look at this..” he mumbled, his warm breaths hitting your folds making you Yelp

“Smell so fucking..good” he groaned before nuzzling closer and starting to lap up at you, making you squirm and whine, trying to move away, he muttered out a string of curses and grabbed onto your thighs, keeping you still until he got his fill, you where on cloud 9, tugging on his hair occasionally, making him groan against your clit, only to make you squirm and tug on his hair harder, you closed your eyes tightly and clamped your thighs between his head as you came, he didn’t seem to mind..he kept licking you until finally he opened your legs again and pulled away “fuck that tastes good..” he led off, panting along side you “ungh..T-thank you Duff..” you yawned as he came back over leaning down “we’re not done yet baby don’t close those pretty eyes just yet..” he whispered against your lips before kissing you, when he pulled away he made you watch as he undid his belt, giggling at your dazed expression, the loud clink from his buckle as it hit the floor, the sound of his fly being undone filling your ears, you watched him push his pants down along with his underwear, he grabbed his cock and stroked it right infront you “you wanna taste it baby?, c’mon don’t be shy…” you nodded again and leaned in, his tip pressing to your lips, you soon started kissing and licking at it, before opening your mouth and taking his length in, moaning and gagging around him as you worked, spitting and drooling, he whimpered and grabbed the back of your head, pulling you on and off making you gag over and over as your eyes rolled back, god you loved this, you loved the feeling of his dick in your throat, you could do this daily, it didn’t last long though, he pulled out making you whine

He chuckled and pet you “it’s okay baby..I just wanna cum inside you yeah?” You blushed and nodded, laying down and looking up at him as he moved on-top of you, looking inbetween your bodies as he grabbed his cock and tapped your core with it before sliding in making you whimper and cling into him, he kissed your face all over and whispered sweet nothings as he started to thrust swallowly, you moaned a bit and shifted, pushing into the bed, watching him move as you moaned and whimpered, he leaned down and kissed you lazily, his tongue sliding into your mouth while he placed his armpit right next to your face, he tended and started thrusting rougher, god you could feel him in your throat.. “fuck…fuck you feel good..yeah..mph fuck my good girl…yeah..” he muttered, one hand reached down and gripped your waist tightly, his other hand, the one that had his pit right next to you also reached down, stroking your face a bit before he grabbed your throat, just enough to control… making you gasp and moan constantly, you shook a bit, spasming as you came on him, you squealed and called his name, clawing at his back, he soon followed and came in you, filling you up as you moaned, it was so..warm, he fell forward and continued to thrust as he pulled out, watching his cum leak out of you and stain your bed

“Fuck your so good..so cute…I’m keeping you yeah?..all mine…..all mine” he mumbled and kissed your cheek, rolling over onto his back and taking you into his arms, pulling the blanket up and rubbing your back, enjoying your fucked out expression “so cute..all mine yeah?” You nodded and moaned “all yours” you mumbled and nuzzled into him, closing your eyes and sleeping sweetly, oh so warm

BLOOD AND TEARS

OCTOBER 31st 2002

It was a dark..almost movie like scene, little kids running in groups house to house, a blood moon shining high in the sky..everyone had followed suit, they’d put fake blood on their homes, on them, red lights lighting up the streets with hints of yellow from the old street lights, it really was beautiful,,,you sighed softly, your feet padding to the door to give kids candy rhythmically, you missed when you where their age, holding out pumpkin baskets to your neighbours and trading candies late at night, you took off your pirate hat and sighs, running a hand through your hair, looking through the beat up fridge, you didn’t have much, not at least something that interested you..it wasn’t late only 7:45 pm, you could run up to town..so, changing your shoes and grabbing your iPod and wallet you made way out of the house, making sure to lock it and leave the bowl of candy outside, as your feet hit the pavement you shivered, you didn’t thing to bring a jacket,,that didn’t seem to matter though as a men stepped beside you, sizing you up

“You okay pretty baby?” You blushed softly and looked up at him, he was a tall, definitely older man dressed as a stereotypical vampire, he had a sweet boyish smile that pulled you in..you laughed and nodded “yeah..I didn’t really think on bringing a jacket..” he laughed softly and took off his cloke, pulling it over you, he couldn’t have been wearing it long, it wasn’t warm..but it was something “oh..thank you, you didn’t need to though” you spoke softly now noting the black kohl he wore on his eyes, he waved it away and laughed “the cold doesn’t really bother me.. it’s okay I swear” you nodded at that and continued to walk talking to eachother, he was 38, you where 22, he played bass, he’s played for multiple punk and rock bands over the years. There was something about him that dragged you in, his sweet smile, the little rasp in his laugh when you said something stupid

“So..any pets?” You looked up at him

He thought for a moment and hummed

“No..I used to have a dog but I had to give him away..” you nodded “I’m sorry..” he smiled “not your fault..what about you love? Got any pets?”

“I got a little cat back at my home..he’s a sweetheart” he smiled and stepped into the store with you, following you around as you picked out some food, it was spurred things, a pomegranate..halloween themed cookies, drinks,,anything that looked good “are you gonna get anything?” You asked him, his eyes darted up to your face “..yeah hold on..” he stalked away, coming back with a bottle of wine, you walked to the front and dispite your protests he paid for everything. You looked up at him and thought for a moment “hey..not in like sexual way but do you wanna go back to my place? We can watch movies or something” you knew he wasn’t married, you had greedily been sneaking looks at his hands all day, no ring, he thought for a moment and nodded “yeah..okay” you smiled and led him to your house, leaving the empty candy basket as you unlocked the milk white door, he hummed and looked around, taking off his boots while you took off the cloke and left it on the back of the couch, he wondered into the living room and hummed “you like to read?” He mused softly, mainly to himself “yeah..don’t think I’m all smart and stuff though..I don’t only read novels” you giggled as you put down the bag, he laughed softly, god that was your favourite sound and he moved closer to you “I would say you’re pretty smart..but you brought a stranger into your house..” he grinned and pinned you in the corner making you squeak “hahah..I—“ he cut you off when he hosted you up to nip and lick at your neck, groaning loudly, you flushed and closed your eyes, he grunted and licked your juggler before biting down into you, you squealed and looked at him with wide eyes “so fuckin good..” he groaned and bit your collar, you felt the skin break. You let out a tiny cry, kicking a bit at the feeling of his cold tongue lapping up your blood

“Fuck..I-I’m gonna touch you okay? I-is that okay?” You nodded, dispit the haze in your head “use your words baby..” he sounded almost..desperate

“Y-yes..please touch me..please..” he grunted and licked the side of your face, gaining a sweet whine from you while he laid you down on the couch, not wasting a moment as he pulled at your shirt, prying it off of you. He looked down at you for a moment before diving down, lapping at your nipples through your bra while a hand snaked behind you do undo the clasps, as soon as it was off he was already working on your pants, he’s desperate, he’s never been so needy with a girl before,, his eyes darkened when he got them off, looking at you in your cotton panties, he pushed up a bit so his face was right inbetween your pretty thighs, his fangs itched against his gums, he groaned as he manhandled you, licking at you through your panties as you squealed and pulled at his hair, earning soft sighs and whimpers when you did, he licked your inner thigh and bit down, groaning as he lapped up the blood that poured out from the wound, he kept licking at you until you left out a soft cry of his name, shaking as you came, against his nose “fuck..good girl” he mumbled making you whine more “oh you like that? You like when I call you a good girl?” You nodded desperately while he sat back up before he grabbed your jaw “y-yes..like it when you call me a good girl..” he grinned and slid a finger into your mouth, before a second, pulling them in and out, he groaned softly, muffling the sound of his belt while you drooled on his salty fingers, soon enough he pulled them out, making you look at him, he was naked, this was actually happening.. he pulled off your soiled panties pushed your legs up, grunting as his cock pressed against your pretty lil pussy, he gave you a second before he slid in, you whimpered and squirmed, wrapped your legs around him “that’s it..fuck I’m almost..I’m in okay?” You nodded, unable to speak as your head spinned, he started to move, not much but you could feel him in your throat “hmn..faster please..” he sighed and started to slam into you, making you squeal and cling onto him, bouncing on the couch, you drooled and clawed at his back. He grabbed your throat and held you down making you Yelp, he squeezed a bit and it felt so fucking good, you eyes refusing to stay open as you let out tiny moans, his hips hitting against yours roughly where sure to leave bruises, his balls hitting against your ass, strings of slick clinging onto them, he groaned “fuck..I’m gonna fill you up! Gonna make you a mama..you want that baby? Wanna be all nice and round f’ me?” He was almost manic at this point, you whining uncontrollably, squirming and clinging onto him “please..yes please please please..” you babbled, his cock raking against your walls making you go mindless, he got a bit rougher and started to rub your clit “c’mon pretty girl..cum on my cock and I’ll you up..” you nodded and held onto him tighter, kissing him roughly as you came, he followed not long after, screwing his eyes shut and whimpering your name, he thrusted a bit more before collapsing beside you, gathering you into his arms and pressing kisses to your head

Looks at you

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

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

I promised a threesome, here it is

PERVERT

Warnings: smut smut smut, badly written

Duff X reader X Johnny thunders

Smut, I forgot about this in my drafts and rushed to finish it lol

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Proud was an understatement, your boyfriend’s band had gotten a gig, with Johnny thunders!

You two where backstage, not showtime just yet, you where on his lap kissing him and praising him

“I mean fuck, Duff, it’s Johnny thunders!!”

One of you and Duffs favourite artists, ever, and he was just walking around smoking right there!

He chuckled and ruffled your hair “yeah it’s pretty sick..” he trailed off, he was looking at you and thinking, deep in thought

“You okay baby?”

“Mhm, just nervous I guess” he mumbled, it wasn’t completely a lie

You kissed his cheek “don’t be, it’ll be amazing, you guys are always amazing” you smiled and got off his lap, he kissed you once more before going on stage, grabbing his glossy bass

What you weren’t expecting was someone to wrap their arm around you, let alone expect it to be Johnny! He laughed

“You’re pretty cute..why’re you backstage alone hmm?” He leaned in a bit closer, you flushed and pointed to Duff

“With him! He’s my boyfriend!” You earned a chuckle from him and he pulled his arm off

“Really? Lucky fucker..”

You flushed even more at his opening before he left, talking to some other girls backstage

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When Duff came back you waited for Johnny to leave

“Johnny was flirting with me I think” he looked down at you and chuckled

“Was it bad?” “Well I don’t think he knew..but I only like when you flirt with me!” You mumbled pressing into him as he wrapped his arms around you, later on you saw your pretty Duffy with Johnny, they looked over at you and snickered, that worried you, why would they do that? You went over and talked to popcorn trying to distract yourself before Duff came over after a few minutes, kissing your head he led you back over to where he was standing with Johnny, finishing the conversation

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But as soon as you guys made it to the dinghy motel you where in, cuddled into Duff, smiling as he started to kiss your neck and undress you, you went to say something before the door clicked open, you shot up and covered yourself, Duff didn’t do anything like he expected this

“Sup Johnny..” he continued to undress you “Duff why is—“ you where confused why was he here “we’re just….we’re gonna have some fun with you baby doll…” he murmured before standing up going to stand right back to Johnny, only leaving you in red lace panties, it was embarrassing, you looked down as they each started to undress, leather, denim, belts, it was all in a heap next to the bed, you squealed softly as Johnny took his scarf and tied your wrists together while Duff slinked behind you, you looked back at Duff, going to open your mouth and speak before johnny turned your head back towards him, making you gag on his fingers

“Be a good girl for us yeah?” It was Duff speaking

It all happened so fast, Duff was moving in and out, you’re soft bounces making you gag on Johnny, you where thinking that, at least it was gentle enough, you could still form thoughts for the most part, only for that to be thrown out of the window when Duff started to move faster, slapping your ass, he wanted to pull your hair so bad but Johnny was already doing that, holding onto your locks as he fucked you’re face, finally he came and made you swallow, you tried your hardest to catch your breath, it wasn’t easy with Duff still knocking you up, Johnny just watched while he got dressed, walking over he kissed you roughly while undoing the scarf on your wrists, leaving you and Duff alone

I just want to have something to do

Warning(S): cursing, angry duff😇😇, smut, pure smut, basically no plot, I need Duff to absolutely destroy me, poorly written, cringe, I haven’t slept in 2 days 😋

Paring: DuffxFemreader

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Duff was in a particularly foul mood, he had no reason to be, it was just one of those days, he felt bad for being dry with every one, at least he wasn’t exploding at everyone (unlike axl) it was a day off on the tour, he just stayed locked up in his hotel room, reading and watching tv

He groaned as someone knocked on his door, he threw it open forgetting that he had decided to just stay in a pair of boxers

“Duff Are You—“ she trailed off, he looked at her, annoyed and confused

“What” she squeaked at the tone of his voice, she couldn’t deny though, it was hot, especially with him towering over her

“I uh..I went to the bakery near by with Steven, I thought you might want some,,slash told me you where upset so..”

Duff grinned down at her, she was so..small and shy, leaning down to face her better he admired the soft blush on her face at the action “how cute you want me to feel better uh?” He licked the top row of his teeth as she nodded, letting out a small gasp as he dragged her into his room, roughly slamming her against the door before kissing her neck, moving up to her lips “you want this baby?” It was oh so low, she was stunned but managed to nod

“Words baby..”

“Yes..yes please..”

He chuckled and kissed her roughly, his hand moving up to grasp at her throat. She mewled when he pulled away and started tugging at her clothes, it wasn’t long before she was naked, not knowing what to do as he groped her “fuck baby..g-get on the bed” he but his lip as she did as told, looking at him with big eyes, he walked over to her, pushing his boxers down, he took her legs and pulled, she squealed at the movement, being pulled real close to him, he took his cock and rubbed it against her folds “you’re sure you want this? “Please..” he pushed in and groaned “fuck baby..so tight..” he whimpered before he started to roughly fuck her, she was bouncing off and on his cock, moaning and whimpering, brain becoming mush “that feel good love?” She couldn’t speak, just looking between them, watching her cunt be stretched open on him, he chuckled and looked up, speeding up, his hips hitting hers, hands moving down to her thighs, holding tight enough to definitely leave bruises

“Fuck baby you feel so good..”

“Duffy! It’s too much!”

He leaned down and started nipping at her neck, she was drooling and holding onto him “cum for me..come on baby..” he kept saying that in her ear until she ended up cumming on his cock, tighting around him until he groaned and pulled out, releasing on her thighs and tummy

STRUTTER

Dumb blurb I wrote in like 30min about you and duffs daughter going trick or treating, idk I’ll probably write something about Duff manhandling you tonight

Duff looks around at the town, you where in the living room with your guy’s daughter, duff walked away from the window to sit next to you “hey baby” he mumbled and kisses your cheek smiling at the small blush “hey baby” he said to his daughter, scooping her up “duff I need to finish her face paint” you groaned, you where dressing her up as a clown, you had put only put the white face paint on her, you stood up and kissed your husband when he leaned down to put the 2 year old down he chuckled softly and kissed you back, standing up straight and letting you go back to your kids makeup, after an hour you had finished, duff was on the couch, next to you who was on the ground, he was gently scratching your scalp while watching something on tv “we should send a picture of her to her grandma” duff laughed, you sighed softly and leaned into his hand “we should..” you didn’t wanna, non of your family approved of Duff, especially with the age gap, they where nice enough to him but that’s it, they where also weird to your child, and let alone how they acted when you had gotten pregnant and told them at dinner, you stood up and grabbed a small ghost bucket

“We should leave soon” you sat next to Duff, curling into his warmth “Mhm..” he yawned, he only get off on tour a few days ago and he was still fucked up with sleeping, he hid his face in your neck and hugged you “do you wanna take a nap til we go?” “Mhmm..” you laughed softly and leaned back allowing him to sleep on you while you watched tv, soon enough you shook him awake, kissing his head when he looked at you “hi love” he mumbled and sat up, streaching before picking you up off the couch “you ready to go baby?” He asked pecking you on the lips. You nodded and picked up your daughter, you where hold onto duffs bicep, leaning your head on his arm while you took your daughter trick or treating, you smiled, you loved halloween

The Moaning Contest (Group x Reader/ Duff McKagan x Reader)

*pic not mine, got it from pinterest, credit to owner*

The Moaning Contest

Group x Reader / Duff McKagan x Reader

Smut/Sad???

WARNINGS: profanities, sexual content, alcohol use

Word Count:1,633

Requested by: @mckaganjams

“hey can i request an x reader with duff where they are playing a game to see who can make the reader moan the loudest?? i feel like it would be super interesting 🥰 (technically it’s a whole group x reader but maybe a duff ending?) xx”

I know this is a bit different than what you requested so I hope that’s okay! I just did what I thought went best with the imagine. Thank you so much for requesting!! I hope this was okay! (btw sorry it took so long for me to post!)

Y/N’s POV:

The microwave beeped and I was snapped out of my daydream. I opened the microwave door and took out the popcorn. The boys had come over tonight to watch movies and hang out. I was going to relax by myself, but then they showed up and I couldn’t tell them no. They had brought a pack of beer with them as what they called a ‘thank you’. I laughed to myself as I walked into the living room with a bowl of popcorn. As I was walking in I heard Slash speaking, “I’ll bet you twenty bucks I can-” He stopped talking when Axl pointed to me. I raised my brow with confusion but Axl looked away. I sat down on the floor next to Steven. I leaned over to him and whispered in his ear, “What were they talking about?” His eyes widened and he looked down. “Uhm..” He scratched the back of his neck, “nothing..don’t worry about it.” I rolled my eyes. “Stevie you can tell me ya know.” He looked at me then back at Axl and Slash. “No I can’t Y/N...sorry.” I smirked. “Alright since you won’t tell me..” I looked over at Izzy. He noticed what I was doing and raised his hands in defense. “I ain’t telling you either Y/N” I huffed and turned around. “So which one of you is gonna tell me why you’re acting weird all of a sudden?” “Well the boys just had an idea.” I turned my head to see Duff smiling at me devilishly. What now? “Alright. What’s the idea?” Axl shifted uncomfortably on the couch and Slash started twiddling his thumbs. “They wanna see which of us can make you moan the loudest.” Instantly I felt my face heat up and I knew I was blushing. “But you guys a-are my uh..m-my friends” My eyes darted between the boys as I swallowed nervously. “It uh...it was just a thought Y/N. None of us like you..uh..like that.” Axl spoke up. I don’t know if it was the beer, or simply the fact that I was bored, but I decided to agree. “Alright.” Slash’s head shot up and he began staring at me. “Alright? You sure I mean we were just jo-” “Yes Slash. Like Axl said it was just a thought. None of us like each other like that. Right?” He nodded his head and a sly smile crept onto his face. “Alright I’m going first.” Axl said. Well that was fast. “Uh sure.” I felt a little nervous, I couldn’t lie. The last time I was intimate with someone was months ago. I had started debating if I should pick up a random guy at a bar for a night. My better judgment told me not to but I wasn’t sure anymore. Axl was now standing in front of me and reached out his hand. I took his hand and followed him to a chair in the middle of the room. “Sit.” I followed his directions and sat in the chair. It wasn’t comfortable. It was a cold, hard, wooden chair. Why do I even have this in here? I watched as Axl sank to his knees in front of me. “Uhm wait….we’re doing this here? But...they’re all watching.” I whispered the last part and Axl laughed. He turned his gaze to the boys, “Ya hear that guys? She’s shy.” I slapped his arm lightly and he looked at me again, rolling his eyes this time. “It’s fine princess we aren’t paying attention.” Steven said. I nodded my head and my attention went back to Axl. “Alright. You sure you wanna do this right?” He whispered. “Yeah I-I’m sure.” He smiled and nodded his head ‘okay’. My palms became a little sweaty and I could feel the blush on my cheeks grow as Axl slowly pulled down my jean shorts. This is actually happening. His fingers brushed my hips as he slid my panties down my legs. I could feel the other guy's eyes on me which just made me even more nervous. I looked up and saw that the only person not looking at me was Duff. He was staring daggers at Axl. Why is he so mad? I didn’t have long to contemplate the matter before I felt Axl’s hands spreading my legs apart. He looked up at me deviously before kissing the insides of my thighs. I gasped when I felt his tongue softly swipe across my clit. Whimpers and gasps were leaving my mouth as if my life depended on it. A loud, pornographic moan escaped my lips when he began softly sucking me. I threw my head back at the sensation before I heard Slash speak up. He cleared his throat, “Ax?” Axl pulled away from me

and looked at Slash. The hand motion Slash made signaled for Axl to hurry up. I giggled a little bit when I heard Axl groan. “Fine.” Axl walked back to the couch and I found myself suddenly very uncomfortable with my nudity. I crossed my legs to prevent anyone from looking, but that didn’t last long when Slash came up to me and spread them apart again. Slash didn’t waste any time. He instantly began rubbing my clit causing a string of whimpers to leave my lips. He used two fingers to touch the wetness in between my legs before sliding in. He began pumping them into me, repeatedly hitting my g-spot. I was a moaning mess as my eyes screwed shut and I, once again, threw my head back. I felt my release wash over me and I moaned loudly as I gripped his hair. “Slash!” I moaned as I finished. He pulled his fingers out of me slowly before standing up and looking at me. I looked over to see the other guys were wide eyed. Duff stood up and walked into the kitchen. What’s with him today? “Uh...here” Steven handed me a box of tissues and I laughed nervously as I smiled at him. “Thanks.” I mumbled before cleaning myself up. I quickly put on my underwear and shorts before looking at Steven and Izzy. “Give me a little bit guys I uh...I gotta check on something.” They nodded their heads and began conversating as I snuck away to the kitchen. I found Duff downing a bottle of vodka and...crying? What the hell? “Hey Duff?” He jumped, obviously startled by my presence, before hurriedly wiping his tears away. “Hey Y/N. What’s wrong? Aren’t you supposed to be in there with those ass holes?” His gaze was on the floor, but I turned his head so he was looking at me. “What’s wrong Duff?” He rolled his eyes and groaned. “Isn’t it obvious?” I tried to think of every reason why he might be upset, but I came up with nothing. “Um..no? I’m sorry. It isn’t your birthday is it? No it’s not February.” “Y/N it killed me watching those guys do that to you.” I couldn’t believe what I heard. Why would he care? There's no way he likes me. I had liked him for longer than I could remember. “Wh-what? Why? It’s not like you-” “I like you Y/N!” His voice was louder, but he didn’t yell. “I know you’ll never like me that’s why I was in here crying like a fucking ten year old.” He mumbled. “I like you too Duff. For the longest time.” He looked at me and smiled, “Really?” I rolled my eyes playfully, “Yes.”

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Axl’s POV:

I was sitting on the couch with Slash, listening to Izzy and Steven argue about what instrument was the best. “Where the fuck did Y/N and Duff go? I wanna find out who gets the twenty dollars you bet.” Slash looked at me and smirked. “Didn’t you hear her? I definitely won.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah alright whatever you say. I’m going to find her.” He nodded and I got up to go look for her. I checked the kitchen, but she wasn’t there. I did find something though. Y/N’s shirt. What the fuck? I walked back into the living room with Y/N’s shirt hanging on my pointer finger. “Why the hell was this in the kitchen?” The guys looked at me and furrowed their eyebrows. “Uhm...I don’t know.” Steven said quietly. “You don’t think Duff and Y/N…” Izzy trailed off. “Let’s go find out.” All three of the guys followed me up the stairs. As we got closer to the bedroom door we heard moaning. There were also pieces of clothing leading to the door. “Okay yeah time to turn around.” Steven tried walking away but Slash kept him with us. I slowly turned the door knob and inched the door open. On the bed were Duff and Y/N...having sex. I looked back at the boys and smirked. “Axl don’t” Izzy whisper-yelled. “Don’t what?” I whispered back. “Don’t do what I know you’re about to do.” I shrugged and turned my head away from him. “Enjoying yourselves?” I said quite loudly. Duff got off of Y/N and covered them with a blanket. Y/N’s face went completely red and her eyes were wide. “What the fuck Axl?!” Duff yelled. Slash pushed open the door a little more and looked at Y/N. “Forget something?” He asked jokingly as he held up Y/N’s bra. She covered her face with the covers and Slash laughed. I started walking out the door before turning around and looking at Duff. “By the way Duff, you win the twenty bucks. I could hear her from all the way downstairs!”

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The Party (Duff McKagan)

The Party

Duff McKagan x Reader

Smut

WARNINGS: profanities, sexual content, alcohol use, mentions of drug use, bullying

Word Count: 2,147 (this is longer than most lol)

Requested by: @mckaganjams

“Hey can i request an x reader with duff during a truth or dare game? And the reader is super bold and maybe some smut included if you want ;))”

I tried my best! Hope you like it!! :)

Y/N’s POV:

“No Slash really I don’t want to.” “Oh come on Y/N! It will be fun I promise. You never come to parties, come on.” I rolled my eyes at the guitarist. There was a party being held at Steven’s house tonight and Slash had been begging me to come. As much as I loved hanging out with the boys I hated going to parties. They were always filled with drugs, sex, and alcohol. I guess that was to be expected though. “You know I hate going to those parties!” Slash looked at me and his shoulders dropped. “Please Y/N?” I tried to pry my gaze away from his pleading eyes, but I couldn’t. “Fine.” I was startled when Slash suddenly hugged me. “Thank you.” I squirmed out of his embrace. “You’re welcome, you weirdo.” Slash smiled at me and began walking away. “You better get ready!” He yelled as his feet carried him further into the distance. I huffed. I was standing outside of my small house on the porch. It was already eight o’clock and I was just getting ready to relax when Slash came knocking on my door. If I’m being honest I’m not very social. Social gatherings are usually hard for me unless I have alcohol in my system. Then I can usually relax a little and talk to people. I walked into my bedroom and opened my light brown closet doors. “Back of the closet.” I mumbled as I began searching for an outfit. All of my ‘nicer’ clothes were in the back since I didn’t wear them often. I picked up a black skirt and studied it. It had been forever since I wore that skirt. Oh well. I threw the skirt onto my bed and began searching for a shirt. I wanted my outfit to be plain and simple. I found a white cropped tank top and shrugged. It will work. I walked over to my bed and began putting on the outfit. I turned to look in the mirror. Did this skirt get smaller or did I get taller? Either way the skirt was shorter than I had remembered. Whatever. I walked into my living room and grabbed my purse. I didn’t worry much about makeup tonight. I didn’t wanna go so why should I worry about impressing these people? Then I heard the phone ring. “Hello?” “Hey Y/N, we’re gonna head over to your house now okay?” It was Axl’s voice on the other end. “We?” I questioned. “Yeah me and the guys are picking you up for the party. Alright see you in a few.” He hung up the phone and I took a seat on my couch as I waited for them to arrive.

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A yawn escaped my lips as I heard honking of a car outside. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. I opened the door to the backseat to see Duff. I sat in the seat beside him and shut my door. “Where’s Stevie?” Axl was sitting in the passenger’s seat and looked back at me. “Uhm..his house. Ya know where the party is?” He talked to me like I was in preschool. “Right. Thanks.” The ride to Steven’s house was silent, but it wasn’t awkward. It was a nice silence. We pulled into the driveway and I could have sworn there was a rampage. No, it wasn’t a rampage, it was a herd of women. They were all trying desperately to get within feet of Axl and I could already tell this had been a mistake. I tried to stay close to Slash and Duff but soon they were taken away by women as well. I walked into Steven’s house and found the kitchen. There were many different types of alcohol on the counter, but I settled for a beer. I walked into the living room and sat in the corner on a chair. I watched as people had the time of their lives. I really didn’t understand why people found this all enjoyable. The next day they would just be throwing up with no memory of what happened. My thoughts were interrupted by a figure that stood in front of me. I looked up to meet the strangers eyes and realized it was no stranger at all, it was Slash. “Y/N I can tell you're not enjoying yourself.” “It’s fine Slash.” “No no no I want you to enjoy yourself. Come on, let's see what kind of game we can get you involved in.” Game? Where was I? A middle school birthday party? That’s when I realized what kind of game he was talking about. “No Slash I don’t think that’s-” I was caught off guard when Slash grabbed my wrist and began pulling me into a room with many people. In the center of the carpeted floor sat a few people in a circle. Slash gestured towards them with his hand. “Well,” He looked at me, “take a seat.” I rolled my eyes but nonetheless followed his orders. I took a seat next to Duff who was also sitting in the circle. I looked around and saw that the only people in the circle were Axl, Slash, Steven, and random women. Great. Axl and Slash were being hung on by several women and I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. “Alright uh let’s start the game.” Steven was the first to speak. “Alright I’ll start.” A lady with long wavy brown hair said. “Um ok Axl truth or dare?” She bit her lip and twirled her hair and I felt as if I would puke. The amount of similarities between her and a Malibu Barbie were giving me a headache. I just wanted to leave. After a few rounds of truth or dare, basically just women daring Axl, Slash, and even Steven to do sexual things with them, I was ready to go. They had dared Duff a couple times but he said he wasn’t into that kinda thing. Surprising. I stood up to leave when I heard Steven calling my name. “Y/N where are you going?” I turned around. Before I could say anything Slash was already speaking up. “Why don’t we ask Y/N?” He wasn’t directly asking anyone but a lady with blonde hair and blue eyes, the classic duo, spoke up. “She would probably just be lame and choose truth.” Something about the look she gave me made my blood boil. “Don’t make assumptions, blondie.” The lady cocked her head at me and gave me the rudest expression she could. “Fine. Truth or dare?” I took my seat next to Duff again and smirked wickedly. “Dare.” The lady rolled her eyes and looked at her friend sitting beside her. They began whispering and I could feel my palms begin to get sweaty. No backing down now. The ladies turned their heads towards me once again. “I dare you to make Duff hard.” My eyes must have widened slightly but I kept my composure. I was about to respond but a brown eyed girl that was sitting next to Steven caught my attention. “She would never do that. She’s just an innocent little girl. Plus, Duff wouldn’t want to anyways,” She motioned her hands towards the blonde bassist, “he has been turning all three of us down the entire night. Why would he want someone like her?” Now she was looking at the other two girls. All three of them

were laughing. “Okay that’s enough.” I looked over to see Axl standing up. “All three of you, out!” He pointed at the door as he shouted at the girls. The panicked expression on the girl’s faces were priceless as they scurried out the door. Axl walked out the door and as it shut I could hear him yelling at everyone to get out. Steven waved for Slash to follow him and they both walked out of the room as well. Well that was interesting. I looked at Duff and smiled. Duff looked at me, “Listen you don’t have to-” I cut him off, “No a dare is a dare. I’m doing it.” Duff’s eyes went wide and his lips soon formed a smirk. “I’d like to see you try.” I moved so that I was straddling him, “I’m not going to have to try very hard I don’t think.” Duff bit his lip and I could feel my heart starting to beat a bit rapidly. I had liked Duff for the longest time and being in the situation I was in at the moment made me nervous. As nervous and anxious as I felt inside I didn’t wanna let him know it so I acted confident. Confidence was key. Right? I leaned in so my lips were by his ear and bit his earlobe softly. “This is gonna be a walk in the park.” I whispered in his ear as I began kissing down his neck. I pulled away and looked him in the eyes as I let my hand graze over his chest. I slowly rocked my hips a tiny bit, giving just enough friction to drive both him and I insane. I kept eye contact with him the entire time. I reached my hand towards my shoulder and with a flicking motion moved the strap of my tank top so that it fell off of my shoulder. My bra strap was now exposed and I looked back at the slightly blushing Duff. “Oops.” I said even though it was clearly not an accident. Since I was straddling him I could feel that a bulge was growing in his pants. I smirked at Duff and got off of him. I sat beside him again and laughed quietly. “Dare complete.” Duff couldn’t tell, but there was a hint of disappointment in my voice. Just when I thought Duff would speak he did something completely different. He grabbed my arm and started pulling me out of the room with him. We walked through the living room and passed the boys. “Hey Duff. What are you guys-” Slash’s voice was cut off by the sound of a door slamming. Duff had taken me to the bathroom? Why? I had no clue. “Why are we in the bathroom? It smells disgusting in here and-” I was caught off guard when Duff pressed his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. When we pulled away from each other I looked at him with a confused expression. “What was..why did you..huh?” Duff smiled at me, “You did this,” he pointed to his pants, “now you’re gonna fix it.” My heart was beating louder than a drum, I was sure Duff could hear it. “I- Duff.” He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and speaking. “I’m sorry Y/N. I..I thought you felt the same um you don’t have to.” He looked down. I smirked. “No, no I want to.” Duff looked up and smirked. Just like that he was pulling down his pants. Alright. Here goes nothing. I shuffled a bit before sinking to my knees. Duff looked down at me and smirked. I slowly pulled down his boxers to reveal his rock hard cock leaking pre cum. I let my tongue run along his shaft until I was met with the tip of his cock. I took all that I could into my mouth. I formed a steady pace as the room filled with Duff’s moans. “Fucking hell” he hissed. I looked up through my eyelashes to see Duff with his head thrown back. His teeth were tugging at the skin of his bottom lip and his eyes were closed. He tangled his hands in my hair and pulled me closer. “Damn it” he grunted. Now almost all of his cock was in my mouth and I felt the slightest bit nauseated. I stayed in that position for a short period of time before he slowly removed his cock from my mouth. My tongue licked the velvety skin of his dick and I felt a warm liquid come out of it. The sticky liquid slid down my throat and I rose to my feet. I heard a knock on the door and Duff instantly started pulling his boxers and pants up. “I gotta go to the bathroom guys come on!” Steven yelled. I laughed a little and

opened the door. Duff and I walked into the living room and received odd looks from Slash and Axl. “Fucking hell.” Axl fake moaned. Duff flipped him off. “Well Y/N. Are you glad you came to the party?” I could tell Slash’s question was a joke, but I didn’t care. “It was great.” I said as I sat on the couch. Slash laughed, “Yeah I bet.”

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The Phone Call (Duff McKagan)

The Phone Call

Duff McKagan x Reader

Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities

Word Count: 1,500+

Duff’s POV:

I stared at the ceiling as I listened to one of my favorite KISS records. Today was my day off, but Y/N had work almost all day. Y/N. The exact representation of perfect. She had everything anyone could ever want. A perfect smile, perfect eyes, perfect laugh, perfect everything. Y/N and I had only been dating three and a half months, but I knew I was in love. She didn’t know that. Neither of us had said I love you yet. I want to tell her, I guess I’m just nervous. It wasn’t that I doubted my love for her. I knew I loved her.

The feelings I had for her were like none I’ve had before. They were much stronger. Y/N made me realize what love is. I was nervous because of her reaction. What if she thinks I’m going too fast? I didn’t wanna tell her yet. Soon, but not yet. I sat up on my bed and rubbed my eyes. What time is it? I looked at my clock to see it was already 6:30 PM. I decided I would grab some dinner. Then an idea sparked in my head. Go to the diner Y/N works at for dinner. With that thought in my head I smiled and grabbed my jacket. I headed out the door excited that I would be seeing Y/N.

*time skip*

I opened the door to the diner. The small, gold bell that was attached to the top of the door chimed, and I walked to a small table in the back corner near the window. One of the girls that Y/N was waitressing with walked over to me and handed me a menu, without seeing who I was. “Hello my name is-” She stopped speaking when she looked up and saw me. “Duff! I’ll tell Y/N to cover your table.” She smiled and began walking away. “Wait!” I whisper-yelled. She turned around and looked at me with a questioning expression. “Don’t tell her I’m here though ok? I want it to be a surprise.” She laughed slightly and nodded her head before continuing to walk into the kitchen. I looked over the menu for a few minutes before I saw Y/N come out of the kitchen. I covered my face with the menu so she couldn’t see who I was. “Hello I’m Y/N and I will be your server today. Can I get you anything?” I found her annoyed voice amusing. I slowly put the menu down and her frown slowly turned into a smile. “You could start by having a good attitude.” She rolled her eyes, “You sound exactly like my mom.” She gave me a small hug before sitting down across from me. “What are you doing here?” I chuckled quietly. “Well...I was kinda just getting dinner, then I decided to come see you.” I sat my elbow on the table and rested my chin on my hand. “Oh well then I will take your order Mr?” I shook my head and smiled. “McKagan. Mr. Duff McKagan.” Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Duff huh? Well that is the weirdest name I have ever heard.” “You’re not getting a tip.” I said jokingly. Y/N and I continued to joke the entire time I was at the diner. Eventually my meal was finished and I had no excuse to stay except for Y/N. I tried procrastinating, but Y/N saw through it. “Duff I would love for you to stay, but the boss has told me a few times I need to pay more attention to work.” I sighed, “Alright. When does your shift end?” Y/N turned her head to look at the clock. “Half an hour. You can wait for me at my apartment if you want? We can just hang out when I’m done?” I smiled and hugged her. “That sounds amazing. Alright I’m gonna go over there. Love you” “Love you too.” With that I headed for Y/N’s apartment. It didn’t take me long to get there since she lived close to the diner she worked at. I kicked my boots off at the door and got beer out of the fridge. I checked to see if anything was on the television, but I eventually settled for MTV. After a few minutes of paying more attention to the window than the TV, I got bored. I walked into Y/N’s bedroom where her phone was and closed the door behind me. I picked it up and dialed Axl’s number. I fidgeted with the phone cord as I waited for him to pick up. “Hello?” “Hey Ax. What’s up?” I sat down on Y/N’s bed. “Not much Duff. Why’d you call? Do you need something?” I huffed at his question. “Can’t I call you to just talk?” “Yeah Duff sorry. Anyways how’s Y/N?” It felt like my heart literally fluttered from hearing her name. “Oh she’s great.” I said a little too enthusiastically. “Alright go ahead. Tell me.” I raised my eyebrows, “Tell you what?” Axl laughed on the other end. “Tell me how much you like her and all that sappy shit.” Now I laughed. “Alright. Well to start off she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.” “Uh huh” Axl’s voice sounded annoyed, but I didn’t care. “She just..I don’t fucking know Axl. She’s just different ya know? Like I wanna be with her all the time. She’s perfect. She has literally no flaws.” Axl scoffed. “Duff come on man we both know everyone has-” “Not her Ax.” I cut him off. “Yeah alright Duff, well good for you buddy. I’m gonna go.” “Axl no wait I..” my eyes darted around the floor. I needed to tell someone this. “You what man?” “I think..no..I know I’m in love with Y/N man.” I couldn’t see Axl but I knew he had a surprised expression on his face. In all the years I had been friends with Axl not once has he heard me tell a girl I love her. I know it sounds stupid, but I just never felt like I was ready. I never felt like I found the one. “Wow uh...well..that’s amazing Duff. Good

for you buddy. Listen, I hate to end this conversation but I have some things to get to.” I smirked, “You mean some women to get to?” “Fuck off.” Axl hung up. I laughed to myself as I laid back on Y/N’s bed.

Y/N’s POV:

“Goodnight guys!” I yelled as I walked out the door of the diner. Duff had left a while ago and I looked forward to coming home and seeing him. God I love that man. It was true that I loved him. I didn’t know how to tell him though. I got into my car and sat my purse in the passenger’s seat. The street lights illuminated the road as I drove to my apartment. When I opened the door I saw Duff’s boots sitting there. Aww. Why did I just aw at boots? I shrugged my shoulders and proceeded to say, “Baby I’m home!” I didn’t get a response so I came to the conclusion he couldn’t hear me. I took off my heels and walked over to my bedroom. I could hear talking inside, but the door was shut. Who is he talking to? I made sure I was quiet as I opened my bedroom door just enough for me to lean on the door frame. I watched as Duff sat on my phone talking to who I assumed to be one of the boys. “Axl no wait I..” I listened attentively to Duff’s words. “I think..no..I know I’m in love with Y/N man.” I felt my heartbeat quicken and the largest, goofiest, smile appeared on my lips. I was so caught up in thinking about what Duff had said that I didn’t notice he had gotten off the phone. Now he was laying on my bed staring at the ceiling. “Duff baby?” Duff’s head shot up and he looked at me. “Y/N! Oh uh you’re home already? Uh...how long have you been standing there?” The clear embarrassment on his face made me laugh slightly. “Long enough to hear you tell Axl you love me.” I looked down, “Is that true?” I now felt Duff’s arms wrap around me as he used his pointer finger to tilt my head upwards. “Yes. I didn’t want you to find out like this but...I do. I love you.” I looked into his eyes and instantly melted. “I love you too Duff.” I gave him a kiss on the lips. “Well, do you wanna watch a movie or something?” he said. I walked over to my bed and sat down. “Why I would love to Mr. Duff McKagan.” I said, trying to impersonate him. Duff rolled his eyes as he laughed. “That’s not gonna be a recurring nickname is it?” I nodded my head, “Oh most definitely.”

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I Will Take Care Of You (Duff McKagan)

I will take care of you

Duff McKagan x Reader

Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities

Word Count: 1,113

Y/N’s POV:

Ugh. I hated being sick. I sniffled quietly as I made my way to the bathroom. Even the floor below me was carpeted, it still squeaked and I cringed with each creak that came out of the floor. When I reached the bathroom I examined myself in the mirror. My face was pale and I had bags under my eyes. A sudden feeling of nausea took over my body and I clenched my stomach.

I rushed to the toilet and vomited. I feel absolutely disgusting. I thought as I wiped the vile substance from my mouth with a tissue. I threw my hair into a messy bun and walked downstairs to the kitchen. I made some tea for myself and sat on the couch. I’m freezing. I took the fluffy blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over myself. That’s when I heard Duff. “Y/N? Baby where are you?” He had just woken up and his voice was raspy. “Downstairs!” I tried yelling it loud enough for him to hear but it hurt my throat. I turned on the TV and it automatically went to the news channel. Who the hell watches the news? In reality? A lot of people, but the news isn’t for me. I flipped through the channels until I landed on MTV. That’s better. I relaxed on the couch and sipped my tea as I waited for Duff to come downstairs. Today was supposed to be the last day in the studio for Duff. They had been recording for an album recently and he informed me last night that today was the last day. When I heard footsteps I looked behind me to see Duff. He was standing there in jeans and socks, he hadn’t put on a shirt yet. “Have you seen my shirt around here anywhere?” I laughed slightly as Duff searched the living room for his shirt. “Which shirt baby? You have more than one ya know.” He furrowed his eyebrows before walking into another room. “Ya know it’s the one that…” His voice became quieter as he walked away. I didn’t hear a single word of his description. After a few minutes Duff walked back into the living room wearing the shirt he had been looking for. It was a black short-sleeve shirt and on it were the words “And on the 8th day God created Harley-Davidson”. “I like that shirt on you.” I was really just thinking aloud but Duff seemed amused. “You do? Guess I’ll have to wear it more often then.” He smiled sweetly at me. His sweet and luminous brown eyes were easy to get lost in. Duff sat next to me on the couch and sat his arm around my shoulders. I tried to scoot away without him noticing it much but that didn’t work. I didn’t wanna get him sick but I didn’t want him to know I’m sick. Duff worried too much about simple sicknesses and I knew he wouldn’t go to the studio if he knew about it. “What’s wrong? Why did you scoot away from me?” A look of concern and disappointment swirled in his eyes. “I’m sorry babe I just uh...I don’t feel like it right now?” The words sounded more like a question than I wanted. “Since when do you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, not want to cuddle?” My shoulders dropped. It was true, usually I was the one begging him to cuddle. “I just….I don’t know Duff.” I hugged him. I didn’t want to get him sick but I didn’t have the willpower to not hug him. Duff placed a small kiss on my forehead. “Y/N?” “Yes?” “Do you feel okay? You’re burning up. I think you’re sick.” I sighed and looked at the floor. Damn it Y/N. You’re so fucking bad at hiding things. “Yeah I...it’s not serious Duff. I’m sure I will be fine while you’re at the studio.” I smiled at him but he didn’t return it. “Studio? No fuckin’ way I’m going to the studio with you sick like this.” He hugged me tightly but I huffed. “Michael Andrew McKagan, you are not staying home just because I’m sick!” I didn’t yell, but my voice was stern. Duff’s eyes widened slightly. “Listen Y/N I’m not going. Nothing you say is going to change my mind.” Duff stood up and walked into the kitchen. I followed close behind. I watched as he picked up the phone and began dialing a number. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked. “I am calling Axl to tell him I won’t be in the studio today.” He stopped dialing and held the phone to his ear. “Duff, think reasonably please. Do you even know how upset Axl will probably get?” Duff held his hand up to me and tried to silence me. Ugh. “Hey yeah Ax? I’m not gonna be in the studio today…..something came up…..alright...yep...thanks bud bye.” And just like that he hung up the phone. “What did he say?” I was partially stunned that I couldn’t hear Axl screaming. “He sounded wasted anyways. He probably wouldn’t be able to sing today. He said

it’s fine.” I furrowed my brows but then shrugged my shoulders. I will never understand them. Especially Axl. I giggled slightly at my thoughts. I let out a small yelp when Duff picked me up. He carried me, bridal style, to our shared bedroom. “I’m sorry you’re sick honey.” Duff whispered as we made our way up the stairs. I laid on the bed and pulled the covers over my body. It felt nice to be in the warm bed. I closed my eyes and relaxed. A few minutes later I felt Duff’s arms wrap around me and pull me closer to him. My back was to him at the moment so I turned around to face him. I opened my eyes and looked into his. How did I get this lucky? To have Duff McKagan, the sweetest most amazing man, as my boyfriend? I would never understand. “I love you so much Duff.” I cuddled into him and gave him a small kiss on his cheek. “I love you to Y/N.” He looked into my eyes and kissed me softly. “I can’t believe you’re mine….you complete me you know that?” I looked into his eyes once more. I felt as if I had gotten instant butterflies hearing those words come out of his mouth. “Well that’s good because you complete me.” I closed my eyes and we drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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Spin The Bottle (Duff McKagan)

Spin The Bottle

Duff McKagan x Reader

fluff

WARNINGS: profanities, mentions of sexual interaction

Word Count: 1,837

Duff’s POV:

I sat down in the living room with my bottle of vodka. Izzy was on a chair in the corner of the room doing something with his guitar. Slash was in the kitchen looking for another bottle of Jack Daniels. Axl was laying on top of the coffee table in the middle of the room singing Sweet Child O’ Mine really badly due to his drunk state. I looked around for Steven but couldn’t find him anywhere. I turned my head when I heard a door slam open. It was the bathroom door and who walked out made my blood boil.

Steven and Y/N walked out giggling like stupid schoolgirls the entire way. The rest of the boys must have noticed as well because Slash started laughing and applauding. I secretly had liked Y/N for a long time and seeing her with Steven didn’t make me very happy. He knew I liked her. Not by choice, but he knew. I told Axl about my ‘crush’ (his words not mine) and he told the rest of the band. So much for keeping his mouth shut. I was staring daggers into Steven when Y/N finally spoke up. “Oh whatever shut up guys!” she yelled, mostly at Slash who was still applauding. “We literally didn’t do anything.” She walked over and sat on the couch next to me. Axl stopped singing and looked at her. “Oh yeah I’m sure you didn’t doll.” he smirked evily and layed back down on the coffee table. Y/N scoffed in disgust. I couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit. She glared at me. “Not funny Duff.” she turned her head away from me. “Guys come on give Y/N a break! Nothing happened.” Steven yelled from the kitchen. Izzy now looked up from his guitar and began to speak. “Hey Stevie!” he yelled through the house. Izzy wasn’t drunk, surprisingly. He had just been drinking seven up. Steven walked into the living room and raised his eyebrow at Izzy. “Your fly is down buddy.” Izzy started laughing. Steven immediately checked to see if his fly was down. It wasn’t. “Oh my God! Haha Slash he actually checked!” everyone began hysterically laughing. Except for me. I leaned over to Y/N and whispered in her ear. Only loud enough for her to hear. “What happened?” she looked at me in surprise. “You really think I would fuck Steven? That innocent human?” she gestured towards Steven who was now blushing in embarrassment. I chuckled slightly. “No sir. We were having a contest to see who could down more shots in a minute.” she laughed at herself. “In the bathroom?” I looked at her confused. “Why the hell not McKagan? Live a little.” she patted me on the shoulder and walked into the kitchen. Damn she was hot.

Y/N’s POV:

I walked into the kitchen and saw Slash rummaging in a cabinet. I was about to ask him what he was doing, but he shouted “ah ha!” and I began laughing. “Whatcha find?” Slash looked at me and presented his bottle of Jack Daniels. I nodded my head and leaned on the counter. “So did you...ya know?” He made an awkward gesture with his hands. “Fuck Steven? No. Why does everyone think that.” I shook my head and he laughed. “Damn this is boring.” he said, taking a swig of Jack Daniels. I tried to think of something to do but nothing came to mind. Then I had it. A brilliant idea. I dragged Slash into the living room by his jacket and he yelped slightly, making me laugh. “Alright boys! Time to do something fun.” Axl sat up on the coffee table and groaned. “Whatever the hell it is you think is fun...I m’lady will not.” he put his hand to his chest when he said ‘I’. I rolled my eyes and sat down on the floor next to him. “Guess you’re just gonna have to deal with that.” I laughed slightly. Now I had all the boys' attention and I was ready to tell them my idea. If I was being honest I had always wanted to do this since I saw it on Full House. That sounded way more stupid than I thought it would. “Hm” I hummed and looked around the room for a bottle. I looked at Duff who was taking his last sip of vodka and smiled.

Duff’s POV:

I took the last sip of vodka from my bottle. Damn I loved that shit. I looked over and saw Y/N staring at me with a smile on her face. I knew that smile. She had a plan going on in her head and somehow, someway, I was involved. “What are you staring at?” I said almost uncomfortably. She didn’t say anything, just grabbed the vodka bottle out of my hand. I stuck my tongue out at her, “Joke on you Y/N it’s empty.” She looked back at me and smiled. “Jokes on you Duff I know.” I laughed and scooted onto the floor. Now everyone was seated around the coffee table and waiting to hear Y/N’s idea. She sat the bottle in the middle of the coffee table and stood up. “Alright guys we are playing spin the bottle.” I mentally face palmed. Was she serious right now? Everyone started laughing. Axl had to wipe a tear from his eyes. He was laughing so hard. “Y/N what are you in middle school?” He said causing Y/N to slap him lightly on the head. “Shut up ginger.” she mumbled. Izzy rolled his eyes and looked at Y/N. “Y/N honey that’s a very nice idea but uh if you can’t tell most of us here are uh..how do I say this...dudes?” He said partially sarcastically. “No duh Izzy that’s what makes it fun!” she stated. Everyone stopped laughing. Slash looked at Y/N with a dead serious face. “You expect me to kiss...that?” he pointed to Axl before pretending to puke his guts out. “Shut up assholes and play the game.” Y/N yelled. She was obviously aggravated. I couldn’t lie, she was pretty cute when she was angry. “Fine.” Axl muttered. Y/N smiled brightly and pointed to me. I felt nervous all of a sudden. What did she want? “Uh..yeah?” I darted my eyes around the room. “Who do you think should go first?” she gestured to the rest of the guys. I smirked slightly and my eyes shot straight at Axl. Y/N walked over to Axl and studied him. She was acting like a fuckin car sales men or something. “Ah yes..very nice choice Mr?” she looked at me. “What the fuck?” I said while laughing. “Mr. What the fuck. Very nice name. Suits you.” she smiled at me innocently even though her words said otherwise. I flipped her off jokingly and Axl butted in. “Are you two gonna stop flirting now?” He smirked at me and winked. What an asshole. “Whatever Mr. FucksEveryGirlHeSees.” Y/N said making everyone laugh except for Axl. “Im spinning the fucking bottle.” Axl said, obviously annoyed by Y/N’s comment. The bottle in the middle of the table spun until it slowed and slowed and eventually stopped.

Y/N’s POV:

The bottle in the middle of the table stopped and landed on me. Shit. I didn’t wanna kiss Axl. I was expecting the chances of one of the boys getting me would be slim, but I was sadly mistaken. I looked up at Axl who had an evil smirk on his face. “What do you have to say now sweetheart?” I rolled my eyes. “Ew.” I said while looking him straight in the eyes. “Well I’m so sorry I’m not Duff but you’re the one that wanted to play this stupid game in the first place.” I froze. I had told Steven about me liking Duff, but that didn’t last long. Steven told Slash and Slash told Axl. Izzy found out somewhere along the road but I don’t know when. I looked to Duff who now had a surprised look on his face. I was so embarrassed. I felt my breathing quicken as well as my heart rate. I couldn’t stay there anymore. I felt like I wanted to be swallowed by the earth. Just something to get me out of that situation. I felt a tear trickle down my face and I ran. I ran to the bathroom, slammed the door and locked it. My back slid down the smooth, cold bathroom door. I could hear the guys outside since they were so loud. “Way to go you stupid fucker!” Izzy yelled at Axl. “I didn’t know she would be that upset!” Axl yelled back. “Alright Rose you either go in there and fix what you have done or I will.” Slash added. Then I heard footsteps getting louder, closer, then they stopped. I heard Duff’s voice faintly. “Axl stop. She is upset at you and I don’t think you’re gonna help this by talking to her. Why don’t I go alright?” Duff was my best friend and he knew how to cheer me up, but this was about him. He can’t help me with something when he is the problem. He isn’t the problem. My stupid ass nervousness is the problem. I heard a knock on the door. “Y/N? Please open the door. It’s Duff.” I slid my hand up the door and unlocked it. Duff slowly opened it and walked in, shutting the door behind him. “Hey. What’s wrong.” He looked me in the eyes. I wanted to tell him what the problem was, but I was too scared of the response I might get. Why did I care so much anyways? Because I loved him. That’s why. Stupid love. So complicated. Without thinking I blurted out the answer “I love you Duff.” I buried my face in my hands. “I love you too.” I heard him whisper faintly. “You...you do?” I looked up at him. He was so beautiful. His blond hair fell on his shoulders perfectly. His eyes were like a forest, don’t be careful you could get lost in them easily. “Yes Y/N. I have loved you for so long and hearing you say that you love me too is probably the best thing that could ever happen to me.” He took me into his arms and hugged me tightly. I heard rumbling and looked up at Duff. “What the fu-” I put my finger to his mouth, shushing him. “Axl you need to tell her sorry.” Steven’s voice whispered. “Fine.” Axl whispered back. The door cracked open slightly and Axl’s head peeked in. “Are y’all like..” Axl trailed off. I looked at Duff and he nodded at me. “Yes Axl.” I said quietly. “Oh thank fucking god. Ya hear that boys? They're finally together!” he yelled to the rest of the band.

Hello! ~Thanks for reading this imagine! Hope you liked it. Also I know there were more POV changes in this so hope you don’t mind. Have a good day and remember you are beautiful! :) ♥︎

Walk In The Park (Duff McKagan)

Walk In The Park

(Duff McKagan x Reader)

Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities

Word count: 611 (sry I know it’s kinda short)

You sat in your living room. It was a Saturday in August, the leaves were falling, and your room was stuffy. You look out the window at the sun. It was beautiful. “Ugh. I hate how stuffy this damn room is.” you said to yourself. Deciding you couldn’t handle it anymore you put on your jacket and walked outside. As soon as you stepped onto the sidewalk the cold autumn air rushed through your lungs. You closed your eyes and took one more deep breath before you began to walk towards the park. You were just getting over your ex, Shane. He was a complete asshole to you. Every day he would tell you he could leave you anytime he wanted and that you were lucky to have him. He also would cheat on you repeatedly, but he threatened you not to leave him. Eventually one day he said he was ‘tired of your bullshit’ and left you. Alone.

Walking to the park brought back memories of him. You thought you were really in love. Occasionally he would take a walk in the park with you, and you cherished those moments. As you walked along the sidewalk you felt a tear prick your eye. How could he leave you? After everything you had done for him. Then he even had the audacity to say it was your fault. You wanted to vomit at the thought of your ex. You tried to get your mind off of Shane. You looked around and noticed you were on a little bridge. The park you were at had a little pond with a small bridge overtop. It looked like a scene from a fairytale. There were lily pads in the pond and little fish swam in the water. You took in the scene around you, enjoying the little details. You were all alone in a peaceful environment. Or so you thought. You turned your head to see a tall blonde man standing next to you. He was also looking at the pond below you. He wore black jeans, a long sleeve navy blue button up shirt (which was partly unbuttoned), and black cowboy boots. Once you came to the realization that you were staring you looked back down at the pond. You heard him lightly chuckle before speaking up. “Beautiful isn’t it?” His voice was one of the most beautiful things you had ever heard. “Um yeah do you...do you come here often?” The nervousness in your voice was clearly visible. “Just when I need to get things off my mind.” He now looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours. They were absolutely stunning. “So yes...often” he smiled a charming smile and looked back at the pond. You laughed a little at that but tried to hide it. “I’m Y/N. And you are?” You reached your hand out for him to shake. “Duff, well..my real name is Michael but no one calls me that..everyone calls me Duff.” He took your hand in his and shook it. You felt some kind of energy travel through your body. “Well it’s nice to meet you Duff” you smiled brightly at him. Your hands separated and you felt yourself become slightly disappointed at the lack of contact. “Listen Y/N I know I might sound crazy considering we just met,” he paused “but would you wanna join me for coffee?” He scratched the back of his neck, waiting for an answer. You couldn’t lie, the excitement building inside of you wanted to make you jump up and down like a schoolgirl, but you tried to maintain it as much as possible. “I would love that.” You responded smiling at him. He smiled and put his arm out for you. “M'lady” he waved in the direction of the coffee shop. You wrapped your arm around his and began walking. Little did you know this would lead to a relationship full of love and care.

A/N ~ this was my first time writing an imagine so please be understanding. Sry if it’s shit. Also sry if I didn’t get Duff’s personality very well, once again I am trying my best. Remember your loved. Have a good day. :) ♥︎

not a request just a thank you cuz I LOVED your duff headcannons with the rockstar gf, I was wonder if you would get the thing AND YOU DIIDDD 😆😆😆

love your written so much, you don't know I kicked my feet when I saw your post

You’re so welcome! Oh my gosh you don’t understand how much this means to me, knowing that someone enjoys my writing is such an amazing feeling. Thank you so so much! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

if you still accepting requests, i can ask a duff or steven (headcannons or one shot) with a reader that's guitarrist of a punk rock/hard rock band?

Duff mckagan with a rockstar girlfriend

A/n- okay so i really hope this is okay for you my lovely, please give me your honest feedback, it helps! And please request, everybody🫶🏼‼️

I am not ignoring your requests- I am working on them🫶🏼

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Loves your aesthetic and the way you present yourself

Walks around your apartment in your bands merch

Gets pissy because you can do eyeliner better than he can

Kisses you stupid when you get off stage

Brags to people about you- “my girlfriend is in that band, isn’t she awesome?”

You paint his nails sometimes

You also dye his hair for him when he needs it redoing

Listens to your music on repeat when you’re not around

If you have dyed hair, he will be mesmerised by the way it glimmers in different lights

He will also suggest the next colour you get

Sneakily watches you practice your instrument when you think he isn’t around

Loves loves loves your bold makeup, but loves it even more when he’s the one that has it running down your face

Isn’t a massive PDA person, but if men are staring at you, he will have a hand round your waist in seconds

Traces your tattoos with his fingers

Definitely has a picture of you in his wallet

Secretly searches you up, just to see all the pictures he hasn’t seen of you before

Finds the way you play mesmerising

After you get off stage, he is always waiting for you to give you a hug and a messy kiss

When he goes on tour, he wants to take you with him, and he gives you the most sad looking puppy eyes when you tell him you can’t because you have to stay and practice with your band

And when you go on tour, he counts down the days till he sees you again

Buys you jewellery that he thinks you would like

Brings you flowers after the first time you guys went big

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Thank you so much for all the love on this blog!! 🫶🏼

Could u maybe pls write a duff x reader?

Here's the plot:

Y/N is Axl's sister, and one day, he invites his bandmates over and casually introduces his sister to them. The moment Y/N meets Duff, she’s instantly drawn to him—but he barely pays her any attention. Disappointed, she flirts with Slash instead, trying to shake off the feeling.

Yet, no matter how hard she tries, Duff stays on her mind. She starts bombarding Axl with questions about him. Axl shares everything he knows, then casually mentions that Duff is dating someone. The news hits Y/N hard, and she falls into a lovesick mood. Axl, at first, doesn’t understand why his sister suddenly seems so down.

One evening, he finds her crying on the couch and asks what’s wrong. Through tears, she confesses that she thinks Duff is amazing. Axl laughs, telling her she should’ve said something sooner. Without hesitation, he picks up the phone and calls Duff, asking him to come over. Y/N is outraged and shocked, demanding to know what Axl is up to. He just grins.

Fifteen minutes later, Duff shows up, and Axl tells him to say something to Y/N. She tries to play it down, but Axl ends up spilling the truth. Duff looks surprised—but happy. As Axl leaves them alone, Duff tells Y/N he actually liked her too, but Slash had told him she was into him instead.

The misunderstanding finally clears, and the two start kissing and making out. 💕

Whipped

Summary- After meeting your brother’s band mates, you find yourself being particularly drawn to a certain blonde of the group. Unfortunately for you, he seems to not care less about your ogling, so you decide to flirt with the curlyhead instead. After an emotional and also embarrassing conversation with your brother, and a mortifying phone call later, it seems there may be hope overall.

Content warnings- kissing, reader down bad, crying, swearing, embarrassment

A/n- whoooweee! Gosh this was so fun to write, I’m so sorry it took so long!! I loved this idea and the fact that you described it in great detail, that was very helpful. I hope this is what you wanted my lovely 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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You couldn’t find it, where had you put it? You were searching for a certain shirt that you wanted to wear tonight, for going out with your best friend who insisted on dragging you to the local pub.

A big sigh left your mouth as you realised it must be downstairs, with the freshly cleaned washing. You were lazy, unwillingly dragging yourself down the steep stairs until you reached the bottom. What a workout, you thought as you shuffled your way into the living room. Now out of all the things you could’ve been prepared to see, this wasn’t one of them. Your mouth parted, as if trying to speak, opening and closing like a fish.

Two men sat on the sofa, one being Izzy, who you already knew, and two more were spread out on the floor, they were all very handsome men… except your brother of course. All of a sudden it clicked, Axl’s bandmates, who you had yet to meet. Well, not anymore, you suppose. On the very far left corner of the couch, sat a smiley man with blonde poofy hair, and next to him was Izzy, your brother’s childhood friend who you had met on multiple occasions. You gave him a little wave. Now on the floor sat a curly, black mop of a head, his curls framing his half-covered face. And last but not least, the man you had to take a second look for, another blonde. He was obviously taller by the way he towered over his friend effortlessly, and his pretty-looking face made you stare.

You never believed in love at first sight, in fact, you thought it was silly. That is until now. Christ he is hot; was just about the only thought flowing through your head at the moment, along with other miscellaneous things which you would never dare to say out loud.

“have you seen my shirt?” You ask your brother, the little shake in your voice not gone unnoticed by him. “The black one with the design” was what you added on, trying to make this situation a little less awkward.

“No, i haven’t. But why dont cha sit down here with us for a bit, y’know, get to know these guys,” Axl spoke. Now if it was under any other circumstance, you would’ve said no, but there was a gorgeous blonde who you just needed to meet.

“Alright.” You sigh. Hoping that the reason you cooperated so quickly wasn’t too obvious. Mumbled hellos float across the room, and everyone gave somewhat of a smile, except him. Of course, the one person you seem to be drawn to has no interest whatsoever. Gosh life is so unfair.

You try not to make the disappointment show, you really do try, but it’s hard when he’s just so damn pretty. You take in all your options, and decide the easiest way not to get your heart broken, is to distract yourself with the cute guitarist. So thats exactly what you do. The rest of the evening is spent with beers in hand, and flirty remarks passed between you and slash.

Eventually, they all went home, and that left you and Axl to clean up the mess. Not that you minded, as it gave you chance to start your plan. “Hey ax?” You call out. “Yeah?” Was the lighthearted response you received. “What’s the blondes’ name?” You found yourself asking. “You talkin’ about Duff?” He asked with a hint of confusion in his voice. No words came out your mouth in return, only a small hum of agreement.

This conversation had to have carried on for at least 15 minutes, and by the end of it, you knew his favourite colour, how old he was, if he has any pets, the instrument he plays, his favourite movie, and a brief summary of his personality overall. You hadn’t meant to ask all those questions, it just slipped ou- “oh yeah, and he has this girlfriend that—” The rest of Axl’s sentence became redundant, the only thing you’re focussing on, is the word ‘girlfriend’. Fuck fuck, way to ruin a girls mood.

You reply to his story with a half hearted laugh and a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. But of course, your brother being your brother, doesn’t notice a thing, just patting your shoulder and walking himself to his bedroom.

After standing in the living room for quite some time, you come to the decision to go to your own room, the steps on the way there feeling heavy, as if you’re carrying a weight. Then you continue your evening as usual, getting changed and brushing your teeth, then shimmying into the warm sheets. They glide against your freshly-shaven legs, and you take comfort in grasping the duvet in both hands, and pulling it all to under your chin.

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A couple days go by, and you’re still nore upset than you would like to admit you are. And apparently, your not as subtle as you think you are. You find this out when you step into the kitchen to pour yourself some cereal, you hear the sound of a throat clearing and you feel a finger poke you in your back.

You turn around, clearly annoyed. “What, Axl?” You snapped. “Nothing, just wondering whats got you all—” he paused for a minute before adding, “grumpy” is what he decided on. “Im not grumpy, and even if i was i don’t see how thats your business?” And without even giving him a chance to reply, you walk away. Cereal forgotten.

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It was the next day, and you still weren’t feeling any better. You don’t even know why you feel this way, you barely even spoke to the guy! But whatever you were feeling, it wasn’t nice. Your saline tears drip down from your eyes and trail their way down towards your mouth, the salty taste not gone unnoticed by yourself.

What time was it? You had sat down on the couch at around, what was it? 1pm? And what was it now? Glassy eyes gazed towards the clock, 7pm. Wait— 7pm? You could’ve sworn you had only been sat for half an hour, an hour at most.

Your mind started to spiral. Thought after thought making its way into your head. The inner monologue mocking you, discriminating you, telling you that you could be better than this, should be better than this. But it all comes to a screeching stop as a voice penetrates your hearing.

“Alright” he says, sliding into the spot next to you and turning towards you with an expectant look on his face. In that protective older brother fashion, he refuses to leave until you tell him whats wrong, which is when it all came out. It was like you had no control of your mouth, it was speaking freely for you, and there was no stopping it. Word after word just tumbles out, and you see his eyes slowly start to widen.

By the time you’re finished, you only just come to realise what you’ve just done. Shit. You didn’t mean to do that. You just confessed your feelings for your brother’s friend, to your brother. You were expecting him to shout, to ask whats wrong with you. Maybe even throw a couple of things. What you definitely were not expecting was the small smile that crept its way onto his face, the smile that appeared any time he had a mischievous idea.

“What?” You asked in a sharp tone, annoyed by his reaction and the pure calmness of it all. Axl didn’t do calm, in fact, this was damn near never heard of. “Oh nothing.. you should’ve just said something sooner” he replied, that smirk growing to a concerning degree. Before you even had a chance to register what he was doing, his hand reached on to the coffee table in front of you both, and picked up the phone. When you tried to ask him what he was doing, you were met with his index finger on your lips, and an exaggerated pout which meant ‘shush’.

There was a sudden click of the telephone, and then a groggy “hello?”. “Duff I’m gonna need you to come over right now,” your eyes widened, and then you lurched forward in a sad attempt at grabbing the phone. He lifted it above his head, brung it down for a quick second to shout an unnecessarily loud ‘thank you’ into the phone, and then slammed in back down onto the table.

“What did you do!” Was all you had to say, panic seeping in. He didn’t respond, he just kept that cheshire grin on his face. The next 15 minutes were the longest of your life, you were pacing, walking back and forth between the couch and the front door.

Your advances were abruptly stopped when a knock sounded through the house. You froze in place, and then shuffled back to the couch, dreading whats next to come. You don’t look over as the door opens, nor do you look when you hear your brother say something under the lines of ‘just talk to her, please?’

The couch dips next to you, and you turn your head to be met by those dazzling eyes. “I uh—i don—i don’t know why my brother called you, i—it’s not a big deal” you stuttered out, hoping to kill the silence. “Bullshit!” Your brother exclaimed, before starting again; “my sister likes you, but she’s too much of a pussy to vocalise it so i took it into my own hands to do it for her.” He exhaled deeply, like a weight was physically off his shoulders. Little noises of unfinished sentences started to leave your mouth, trying to find somewhat of an excuse for.. whatever that was.

Duff’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. You looked around the room, hoping an excuse would just.. come out of nowhere? But instead you caught the last glimpse of your brother as he walked out of the room. Prick. You were zoned out of the situation until a voice snapped you back to reality. “You—you like me?”

At this point it felt as if you had lost all ability to speak, so you just nodded your head up and down in hopes he would take that for an answer. Fortunately, luck was in your favour and a big smile spread its way across his face. “Seriously?—i mean, Slash told me you were in to him,” he said with a melancholy tone. “I just flirted with slash to avoid thinking of you” was your reply, short but sweet.

His head tilted to the side slightly, and he leaned in just enough for you to interpret it however you would like. Of course, you met him halfway. Your lips connected, and moved together as if they had done this hundreds of times before. When you began to lose air, you pulled apart and rested your forehead on his, breathing heavily in each others presence.

After you had both regained your breath, you started again. Small pecks turned into the melding of lips that lasted for what felt like minutes.

You two could’ve gone on for hours, just kissing each other like it hurts to be apart. But of course, all good things must come to an end, and sometimes that end is in the shape of your older brother yelling “ew! Get a room.”

Hey! Can I request something smutty with Duff and Axl, please?

Can i join?

Summary- after watching your boyfriend Duff preform on stage tonight, you practically cannot tear yourself off of him. Your clingy advances lead to a raunchy backstage quickie, too bad you forgot to lock the door.

Content warnings- swearing, thigh riding for a split second, hickeys, p in v, unprotected sex, threesome, getting caught, hand kink (i think), brief handjob, oral sex. I think thats it let me know if not!

A/n- oh my gosh its my first fic! Thankyou to the person who requested this i appreciate it. I hope i managed to execute this nicely for you 🫶🏼 (i will be working on the other request that i got asap!) Also i am an english gal so I’m so sorry to any other people who have to put up with my British way of saying certain words!

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The backstage party was in full swing.

Slash was the first to arrive out of the band, quickly followed by Izzy and Steven who were chatting about something or another. Your cheeks were on fire, or they at least felt like it. You had just watched your boyfriend Duff preform on stage, in front of thousands of people. Girls were throwing items on the stage and screaming his name. At first you felt a little jealous, until you remembered that you hopefully will be the one fucked by him tonight.

While you wait on the flaky chair in the corner, watching Slash and Steven pour a lethal mix of alcoholics together, you cant help but think of the way Duff looked on stage. His blonde hair sticking to his toned chest, the face he made when fully concentrating and the way his long fingers moved up and down his bass. God his fingers, your thighs clench together as you imagine them someplace else. Maybe trailing the sharp angle of your jaw, slowly moving down your neck towards your collarbone.

You remember the first time he touched you like that, as if you were delicate, something worth being careful for.

The trance you seemed to be stuck in was quickly broken out of when you hear his raspy voice. Your head whips up and your feet seem to carry you all the way into his ready arms. His biceps wrap themselves around your waist and those fingers find their way to the small of your back.

“Hey baby” was the first thing that he said as his head worked its way into the crook of your neck. “Holy shit you did so good out there today” was the first thing you can think to say. He pulled away with a lopsided grin and dragged you towards that same chair you were waiting in. When he sat down you were quick to follow, landing straight in his lap. You encased one of his thighs between both of your legs and rested your forehead on his shoulder for a quick second before just having to look at his face again.

Gosh, he was just so beautiful you could stare all day long. You didn’t even realise what you were doing until his eyes widened and those large hands of his came to rest on your hips, stopping all movement. You had been subtly grinding yourself on his thigh and the realisation made your face redden.

Embarrassment rushed through your body, and you were quick to muster up some sort of an excuse, “i-I’m so—thats not— i don’t—” but you were quickly interrupted by his index finger on your lips. “Follow me” was the last thing you heard before you were picked up off of his lap and placed standing next to the chair. It all happened so fast, one moment you were stood up, mildly confused, then the next he had a firm grip on your wrist and you were being dragged through the room and out the door.

Apparently, in the mere 30 seconds you had been rubbing yourself against him, he had become so worked up he just needed to have you now.

Before you could even so much as speak, you were being rammed inside an unoccupied room and pushed against the door, making it slam shut with a bang. His mouth was immediately on your neck, sucking marks into your skin for you to worry about later. His teeth skimmed a particularly sensitive spot which caused a shiver to run down you, followed by a soothing lick of his tongue on the same spot. Your hands were in his hair, slightly pushing him further towards your heated skin.

When he came back up, with glassy eyes and puffy lips, he kissed you with a fervour you’ve never felt before. The pure hunger in the way he was devouring your face was making you squirm impatiently. You found yourself begging, “Duff pl—kiss—please i—kiss—need you”

The relief that rushed through your body was intense when your begging seemed to work, his arms finding your waist and walking you until the back of your knees hit the side of the bed. Wait, bed? It seems the room you had stumbled into was a dressing room of the sort? No, that couldn’t be right, you were backstage for goodness sake! Either way you were simply too horny to continue to think about the room situation and quickly moved on with your thoughts when those hands you love so much reached the hem of your shirt.

By the time you were completely undressed, you were feeling quite needy, which is why the fact that your boyfriend was still completely clothed was beginning to become a problem. Your fingers tugged at his belt as he hovers over you in the middle of the bed. Unfortunately for you, you seemed to be quite shaky, so ever-the-loving Duff decided to give you some help. You shouldn’t have been surprised really, at the whole 4 seconds it took him to do the task that was taking you minutes, or at least what felt like minutes.

His trousers were off in a swift movement and his shirt wasn’t far behind, leaving him clad in only his boxers. The outline of his dick was prominent, easily visible through the thin layer of his underwear. If someone were to ask you ‘whats one sight you’ll never get sick of?’ It’s this, 100%. Your boyfriend. On top of you. Nearly naked. Fuck yes.

His hair was dangling down and tickling your cheeks, you could’ve sworn that you could feel him everywhere. Well, everywhere except for where you needed him, which is when you decided to let your hand venture down beneath the waistband of his boxers.

You stroked him up and down, eliciting a slight grunt out of the man above you. You were quite happy to carry this on, lost in the pleasure you got from pleasing him, but he had other ideas. His hand came down to stop yours in its movement and slowly pulled it away. The disappointment on your face must’ve been obvious because he was quick to reassure you, “Its okay sweetheart y’know you’ll get what you want” was all you needed to completely sink into the comfort below. His boxers were dragged off of himself and his cock sprung free, his hand wrapping around it before placing his tip at your underwear covered entrance.

You mewled, whined even and it was enough to send duff into a spiral, yanking your pants to the side and burying himself deep into your pussy. A damn near pornographic moan slipped from your mouth at the sheer intensity of it all, and Duff wasn’t the best at hiding his groans either. He dragged himself out till only the tip was resting inside you before slamming back in, this was the start of a brutal pace. His hands were gripping your hips, sure to leave bruises while bringing them down onto his cock as he thrust forward, his dripping tip hitting that gummy soft spot, Every. Damn. Time.

Meanwhile your hands were everywhere, yanking on his hair, holding the back of his neck, dragging your nails down his muscular back.

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In the hallway, a certain ginger was on the hunt for a hot chick to fuck, when he heard little ‘uh uh uh’s’ coming from the room he was about to pass. He took one step back and put his ear to the door, listening in. “Fuck! Don’t sto— don’t stop—”. Now that was certainly a way to get his dick hard, i mean, not that it was ever a problem anyway. The second Axl gets worked up, any hope of smart thinking is thrown out the window. Which is exactly why he decides to try the door handle. But who in their right mind would leave a door unlocked when their having se- oh… oh, he was now stuck in a dilemma, either back away and slowly close the door, act completely normal like you never saw a thing or he could stand there and watch, like the horny fuck he is, and fuck his fist until he’s satisfied.

Now he is absolutely certain that there probably is other options, but wheres the fun in that? And even if he wanted to back away, to turn around and go and blow of some steam with a pretty girl, he couldn’t, completely fucking awestruck by the was his friends cock moves in and out of his girlfriends pussy. Gosh, her pussy, slick with arousal and perfectly noisy, just how he likes it.

He imagines himself lapping at her entrance, pushing his tongue in to her hole until she comes on his face, while duff fucks her in-

That thought was quickly shut down by a screech, and a shout from his friend “what the actual fuck man?” Oh shit, was his only thought. He looked down , and he was achingly hard and palming himself. What a pathetically embarrassing thing to be caught doing.

His presence seemed to have a positive effect on you though, as your eyes rolled back and you started to move again, fucking yourself on your boyfriends cock. Axl’s dick jumped at the sight, practically salivating at the mouth. That horny brain that was mentioned earlier, is exactly what made these next words leave his pretty little mouth. “Can i join?”

Duff felt your walls squeeze his length, and he had to calm himself down before actually thinking this through. Well, he had shared girls with Axl before, when you weren’t his yet, and he would be lying if the idea wasn’t appealing to him. And before he knew it, he found himself agreeing.

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You laid across the bed, head hanging off one side and your legs spread on the other. This was the dirtiest thing you have ever been up to, and you were starting to second doubt yourself. That is until your boyfriends voice could be heard. By the sound of it, he was stood between your spread legs, the thought making your pussy clench around nothing. “Baby you still okay with this?” He asked genuinely. “mhm, i wan’it, want it so bad”

That seemed to be enough, because his hands started dragging across your supple thighs, one staying still while the other finds its rightful place on your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles as he pushes in his cock. A whimper left your mouth, all sweet and sultry and extremely whiney.

You couldn’t believe this was happening, sweet loving sex with your boyfriend turned into a threesome with one of his closest friends. Fuck, the thought made you clench.

Axl walked into your view, cock hard and drooling at the tip, very worked up from watching your earlier actions. Instinctively, your mouth opened, which was greeted by a chuckle from the handsome man in front of you. Well i suppose from this angle, upside down. It didn’t really matter anyway, as his dick breached your lips and ventured into the back of your throat. His pace was fast, unforgiving as he fucked your throat, going so deep he could see the dent he was making on the outside of your neck. His hand came to cover it, feeling his tip touch his hand through your slim neck. This made you moan, and gag as you tried to come up for some air but axl was having none of it, fucking your throat senseless.

Meanwhile your boyfriend was still continuing his attack on your pussy, slowly pulling out and then slamming back in before you can so much as think. You have never felt this full before, this complete in your sexual experiences. Now you had felt this pure ecstasy once, you were never going to stop yearning for this moment to happen again, and with the way they both looked to be thoroughly enjoying it, you doubt you’ll have to wait long.

Hii, I’ve got a request for 2000s duff and reader smut, maybe duff being submissive? 💕💕

hello!! thank u for your request hope you’ll like it!! (sorry for the delay, was really busy with university)

-am writing the other requests too btw xx-

Long Distance Lust

description: Duff and his band were away on tour for what seemed forever, and you decide to show him how much you miss him as you waited for him to come home.

warnings: unprotected sex, masturbation, dom reader, sub Duff.

It’s been three months since Duff and his band started the new tour; the longest months I’ve ever spent in my entire life. I couldn’t help but think about my man the entire time. I missed him, his smile, his laugh, his love, his body… In a few days he should be back home, but I couldn’t help to tease him also while he was busy with his music, miles away from me.

—Third person POV—

Duff sat alone in the cramped, dimly lit tour bus, surrounded by the chaos of band equipment and empty beer cans strewn about. The constant hum of the engine and the distant sound of the highway merging into the night air was his only companion, as he flipped through the mail the band's manager had handed him before they set off for the next gig. His calloused fingers, accustomed to gripping a bass neck for hours on end, gently tore open the envelope bearing his girlfriend, Y/N’s unmistakable handwriting. A small, tinny scent drifted out her signature perfume, a subtle reminder of the warmth of her body pressed against his, a luxury he hadn't experienced in what felt like an eternity on this endless tour.

As he slid the letter out, a stack of Polaroids slipped from the envelope and scattered across his lap. His heart skipped a beat as he picked up the top photo, the dim light of the bus illuminating her radiant smile and the glint of mischief in her eyes.

Duff's eyes widened as he flipped through the frames, each one more breathtaking and provocative than the last. There was Y/N, posed in a way that showcased her stunning figure, yet still maintaining an air of innocence that drove him wild. His heart raced as he took in the sight of her creamy skin, the curves he longed to touch and taste.

In one photo, she lays on a bed, tangled in satin sheets that complimented her hair, which cascaded over the pillow in soft waves. Her eyes were closed, a coy smile playing at her lips, and her hand rested just above her bare breast. The next one caught her in a bathroom mirror, wearing nothing but a towel that clung to her wet body, water dripping down her cleavage. Another showed her lounging on a beach chair, a scandalously small bikini leaving little to the imagination as she arched her back, pushing her breasts up.

Each photo was a tease, a promise of the pleasure and passion that awaited him when he’d return home. Duff could feel a familiar stirring in his jeans as he gazed at the intimate portraits of his lover. He traced a finger over the glossy surface, longing to feel her soft skin beneath his touch once more. The Polaroids were a lifeline, a reminder of the love and desire that kept him going through the grueling demands of the road. They were his private treasure, a secret world he could lose himself in away from the noise and chaos of tour life.

Duff glanced around furtively, ensuring his bandmates were preoccupied or asleep in the other parts of the cramped tour bus. The steady hum of the engine and the occasional stop at red lights provided a modicum of privacy as he slipped back into the small, enclosed space he used as a makeshift bedroom.

With shaking hands, he spread the Polaroids out on the narrow bed, the soft glow of a small reading lamp illuminating the intimate images of Y/N's breathtaking body. He could feel the familiar ache of arousal growing in his jeans as he drank in every detail, his eyes roaming over the gentle slopes and curves he knew so well.

Duff reached down and unzipped his black jeans with a sense of urgency, freeing his hard, throbbing cock from the confines of his pants. He wrapped a calloused hand around his shaft, giving it a few slow, teasing strokes as he lost himself in the erotic pictures scattered before him. His breathing grew heavier as he imagined Y/N posing for these photos, perhaps touching herself in the same way he was touching himself now. The thought of her lying on a bed, one hand between her legs as she snapped the photographs, sent a surge of lust coursing through his veins.

Duff picked up a picture of Y/N, sprawled naked on a plush rug, her legs spread wide and her fingers buried in her glistening folds. He brought it closer, his eyes fixated on her face as he pumped his cock harder and faster, chasing the release he so desperately craved after months apart from her.

Soft grunts and groans escaped his lips as he neared the edge, his hand moving in a blur over his sensitive flesh. He pictured Y/N's face, her expression of ecstasy as she touched herself, and with a final, sharp gasp, he came undone. Thick ropes of cum splattered over the Polaroid and his hand as he rode out the waves of his intense orgasm.

In the aftermath, Duff leaned back against the pillow, panting heavily as he stared down at the lewd image before him. He knew he should feel guilty, ashamed even, for defiling the intimate portrait in such a way. But all he could feel was a profound sense of love, longing, and the desperate need to hold Y/N in his arms once more. He carefully tucked the Polaroids away, a dirty secret hidden within his sinful conscious. The single lamp flickered as the bus hit a pothole, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Duff quickly cleaned himself up, not wanting to leave any evidence of his private moment.

—Y/N’s POV—

Four days later.

I hear the door opening and Duff’s voice greeting our cat, I stand up from the couch heading towards him.

“Hi baby” I say hugging him euphorically, standing on my tiptoes, since he’s much taller than me. He hugs me tightly, pressing his body against mine.

“God Y/N, I missed you so much” he whispers in the crook of my neck, while I keep rubbing my fingers on the back of his hair, caressing his soft blonde hair. He looks at me, deep in the eyes, so much desire in his sight, desperation, admiration, lust and love at the same time.

“Those Polaroids baby… God, you destroyed me” he says chuckling, I could see his excitement starting to manifest as little drips of sweat on his skin made him glow at the soft light of our house.

“You liked them?” He nods sighting heavenly at my words and my touch. “I thought about you constantly, you know?” I tease him, touching his chest skin.

“Oh yeah?” He asks trying to keep it cool.

“Yeah… I kept touching myself thinking about you… I couldn’t take it anymore baby…” my doe eyes studying his face.

“Y/N, I-“ he starts but I cut him off.

“What did you do with those pictures Duff?” His breath is stuck in his throat at my words, I smile seeing his reaction, as I grab his hand and lead him towards our bedroom, before making him sit on the bed.

“I asked you something baby… what did you do with those pictures?” My hands reach for my shorts starting to unbutton them revealing my red lace thong.

“I- oh fuck, Y/N, what are you doing to me…” I move closer to him softly touching his lips with mine, while I remove his shirt, now totally revealing his tattooed skin “Answer me Duff…” now my hands fall down on his leather pants which already show his hard crotch.

“I jerked off to them, so fucking hard… hiding from the others…” his breathless words leave his mouth while his eyes fall on my hands that are now removing his boxers, exposing his bare long cock. My thong slips away as soon as I feel the excitement reaching in between my legs at the sight of his naked body; I sit on his lap, facing him, legs spread open one by both of his sides, starting to move slowly and rubbing both of our naked sex.

“Did you like it?” My sensual voice slips in his ear biting his lobe.

“Fuck yeah, baby” his voice full of lust and desire while his hands slide on my waist, pulling me closer, so that his tip could touch my core. “I want you, please Y/N” he says on my lips kissing them, I smile at his desperate words, he wasn’t the type to be this submissive, he’s never been, but today it seemed different.

Duff's hands run up my sides to cup my breasts, thumbing my hardened nipples as he captures my lips in a searing kiss. He poured all of his hunger, his desperation, his all-consuming love into that kiss, drowning in the taste and feel of my body.

“I need to be inside you" he rasps against my mouth, his hips rocking up to grind his hard flesh against my slick folds. "Please Y/N, I can't wait any longer. I need to feel you wrapped around me."

His words are a plea, a desperate entreaty born of the intense longing he endured during our separation. Duff knows he needs to claim me, to possess me, to reaffirm our bond after being torn apart for so long. And he needs it right now.

I move closer to him and with a rapid and smooth movement I let his dick slide inside of me. A low groan tore from Duff's throat as he feels my tight, wet heat enveloping his aching cock in one swift, decisive movement. His eyes roll back in ecstasy, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips as he pulls me down, burying himself to the hilt inside my welcoming body.

"Fuck, baby, you feel incredible" he gasps, head dropping to rest against my shoulder as he savors the exquisite sensation. I move faster, making it bury deeper inside my throbbing core, my nails scratching his back, neck, arms, shoulders. It was too hot to handle, I let Duff fall on the bed while I keep moving even faster on his cock. His hands hardly grip my ass, while he moans witnessing my body on top his.

I lay down closer to him, softly touching his chest with mine and kissing him sloppily, with a swift movement I remove his hands that were all over my body, and block them on the side of his head. My wet pussy slaps against his flesh with a constant rhythm, my tits bouncing against his lips, letting him bite my nipples, making me moan loudly as my head falls back, covering my face with my sweaty messy hair.

He loves seeing me riding him this wild, he looks at me with an amused smile while panting heavily.

He reaches again for my hips guiding my movements faster and harder, pushing his erection even deeper just to be sure I could feel his long cock contracting my womb at every thrust.

"Oh fuck, just like that baby" he grunts, watching in awe as my breasts bounce hypnotically with each powerful thrust of my hips.

"You're so fucking sexy, so gorgeous riding my cock like this. I can't get enough of you."

Duff's hips surge up to meet mine, driving his thick length even deeper into my fluttering core. He can feel his release building, the coil of tension in his loins winding tighter and tighter as my velvet heat grips him like a vice. He knows he wouldn't last much longer at this rate, not after months of pent-up desire.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck Y/N, I'm cumming!" With a roar of ecstasy, he slams his hips up one last time, burying himself balls-deep inside my spasming pussy as thick ropes of hot seed erupts from his throbbing cock. His entire body shudders and convulses beneath mine, fingers digging into the sheets as he rides out the intense waves of his release. His eyes fluttering shut in bliss as he pumps what felt like an endless stream of cum deep into my core.

I look at him smiling before moving next to him between his arms; he is breathless and amused.

“I fucking loved that, baby” he says kissing my forehead and cupping my face. “I definitely need this treatment more often, I guess the distance does us well.”

-mel

Can you write this imagine where reader is Duff's girlfriend and it's her birthday and Duff asks what she wants for her birthday and she says that she wants a threesome with him and Tommy Lee, (her best friend), and Duff says he'd be happy to grant her wish. ;)

Please make it extra long and smutty if possible🤍🤍

hiii, thank u for the request!! i spent the night on this so i hope you can like it! (added some more details too) xx

The Best Gift

warnings: smut, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex.

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Being friend with Tommy Lee never been the best since his band always had a lot of arguments, fights and misunderstanding with my boyfriend’s; in four years of dating Duff and six of knowing Tommy, I never been able to make a real birthday party with both bands in one room. Tomorrow will be that day again hoping to make something more organized this time including everyone after a long a tough year of their touring. Fortunately Tommy always been present despite he knew about their “bands things”. He just finished his tour and he called me almost everyday to ask how I was, how things with Duff have been doing.

“Yeah Tommy all good as always. He is finishing some dates here in California then he’ll be back home”

“So he will be back for your birthday too?”

“Yes he will, he promised me, last year couldn’t make it…”

“Yeah, asshole...”

“Tommy! If only wasn’t that difficult to have you two together for just a night...”

“That’s not my fault Y/N! if only he wasn’t that jealous, I could stay with you as much as you want… do you remember what happened at that party right?”

“Yeah yeah I remember…”

“He is so fucking lucky, that sometimes I think that he can’t even imagine how much”

“He is a good guy Tommy, as you”

“What he is gonna give you for the big day?”

“I don’t know, I don’t care about expensive gifts and stuff… but I was thinking about something knew, that doesn’t have a price…”

“What’s that?”

“You’ll find out Tommy”

Since that last conversation with Tommy a few days ago I kept thinking about the idea of including both my boyfriend and best friend in a threesome for my first birthday with both of them together and not knowing how I could ask Duff about it and how Tommy would react to such a request, but he never been the type of guy to complain about stuff like this. I missed them both since they’ve been far from the city. I wanted to fix the tension between them both, one way or another…

I hear Duff’s door house opening, I stayed here while he was finishing a few concerts before the break. His tall blonde figure enters the room, probably with all black leather clothes on, his usual messy hair, a cigarette between his lips and his brown round sunglasses. “Babe you here?” i sight nervously still overthinking about my birthday gift, while hearing his voice calling me from the living room. I stand up from the tall chair in his kitchen heading to the other room to join him. I walk towards Duff who was there waiting for me, after immediately seeing my figure his usual cocky smile appears on his lips grabbing me and lifting me up in a warm hug “Here is my girl” his soft and warm voice makes me smile thinking that finally he was home “How have you been?” I ask him still in his arms “Not bad, not bad, just a few fights with Axl, as always but we finished the dates for now, that what matters” he says putting me back on the floor “And you? did you organize everything for tomorrow?” my cheeks start to warm up at his question “Yeah… uhm… about my birthday I gotta ask you something, uhm..” He removes his glasses blowing the smoke of his cigarette “Yeah sure what’s that?” His eyes focus on me waiting for me to say something “Uhm.. I was wondering if… I could use your house to invite some friends” damn it, of course this wasn’t the question, also cause he told me like thousand times to use his house. He laughs softly “Yes babe, I already told you to do so” I nod quickly laughing nervously “Well babe if you don’t have anything else to ask me I gotta go take a shower, the trip hammered me” he kisses me before heading on upstairs.

After hearing the water of the shower stops I head towards our bedroom to take some rest and thinking… maybe that was just a bad idea, maybe I should keep this fantasy to myself… I step into room, hands in my hair totally on another planet with my thoughts, suddenly feeling Duff’s arms tying around my waist pulling my back against his still wet chest, starting to kiss my neck I can’t help to close my eyes at that feeling that I’ve missed so much “I missed you baby… I was waiting to feel your skin like this again” I smile at his words turning around to press a wet kiss on his lips while his hands reach for my waist and then falling down on my ass grabbing it roughly. He keeps kissing me, I could feel how hungry he was to from his heavy gasps and his visible erection through the towel around his waist. He lays me down on our bed behind me, pressing my wrists on the mattress on the sides of my head, his lips now on my neck kissing and sucking my soft skin, but again that request pops up in my mind “Duff?” I softly ask “Uhm?” He says against my neck “I want to do something new with you…” he smiles “Oh yeah?” His cocky tone sends me shivers down my spine “Yeah…” I answer him but he doesn’t seem to care since he starts to go even lower with his sloppy kisses "Is it something naughty? Something you think I won't like?" He chuckles darkly, rolling my nipple between his fingers. "Try me, baby. I'm in a good mood now that I'm back with my girl." Couldn’t be that difficult to ask come on “Duff… I wanna have a threesome for my birthday” he stops, looking up at me “You what? With who?” His tone is confused, I think he never excepted me to ask him such a question “Tommy…” his eyes now wide open. “"What the fuck, Y/N? Tommy fucking Lee? Your best friend? Are you out of your goddamn mind?" He growls, his voice rising in volume. "I'm not sharing you with that fucking dick, especially not for your birthday!"

"Babe babe. listen to me" I cup his face with my hands "He is my best friend I know and I know that you basically hate him and his band too, but that doesn't mean anything, it would be something new just to have fun for both of us, and I want you and him to share a time together that ain't just to hit on each other and other shits like that... it's just a dirty fantasy and you told me to tell you everything about what pops up in my mind thinking about sex..." He stares at me intensely, his jaw clenching as he processes my words. His body tenses with a mix of anger and reluctant arousal. He knows he told me to tell him everything, but this... this is pushing it.

"Y/N, I fucking love you, you know that. And I trust you, but this... sharing you with fucking Tommy Lee? It goes against every instinct I have… also knowing that he will be here tomorrow with his fucking friends…“ He says through gritted teeth. "But... if it's something you really want, and you think it would bring us pleasure, then... fuck. I guess I can't say no to you."

He leans in close, his breath hot against my face as he stares into my eyes. "But let's get one thing straight: this is a one time thing. And don't think for a second that I won't be watching every fucking second what he will do to you. He's not going to try anything funny, you hear me?" I nod, smiling at him.

The night after came, I was so exited, Duff picked the dress for me, he wanted something that could scream that I’m his girlfriend, a total black leather short dress with high heels. I enter the bathroom where he was getting ready, positioning in front of the mirror “How do I look?”. He steps back and looks at me up and down, his eyes roaming every curve of my body in my sinfully short leather dress. He can see the way it hugs my tits, my waist, my hips... even the way it rides up my thighs. The high heels complete the look.

"Fuck, Y/N... you look like a goddamn wet dream" he says, his voice rough with desire. He walks around me, taking in the sight from every angle. "That dress is doing exactly what I wanted it to; showing everyone that you're my fucking irresistible girl."

He steps close behind me, grabbing my hips and pulling me back against him. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my ass through his tight leather pants. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. "I don't know if I want to take you right here before the party even starts, or let you tease all those other fuckers out there before I claim you in front of everyone as mine. What do you think, baby?" I laughs at his comments making my cheeks burn.

He spins me around to face him, his hands cupping my face as he stares intensely into my eyes. "You look perfect. Fuck, I love you so much. Happy birthday, Y/N. Tonight, I'm going to give you everything you want..." He captures my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me as his.

“But… don’t forget what you promised me” I say Duff pulled back from the kiss, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he remembered his promise. He gives my ass a firm squeeze, his eyes gleaming with mischief and a hint of unease.

"Oh, don't worry, baby." he said, his voice a low rumble. "I'm going to make your birthday wish come true, even if that means letting that idiot join us for a night. But don't think that I'll be letting him forget who you belong to." I roll my eyes grabbing his hand and puling him outside the bedroom “Don’t be a dick with him babe come on, we’ll have fun I promise you…. And please. Tell Axl to fight Nikki while we won’t be there”

We both head downstairs to join the other people, and Duff’s band that was already there, everybody hugs me wishing me happy birthday and then there they are Tommy, Nikki, Vince and Mick "Y/N! here she is guys!” Tommy shouts coming to hug me under Duff and his bandmates' sights. Duff's eyes narrowed as he watched Tommy approach. He could feel the jealous rage bubbling up inside him, but he tamped it down, remembering his promise. For me, he would try to play nice. For now.

Tommy pulled me into a tight hug, his hands tying around me, perhaps a bit too long on my leather-clad curves for Duff's liking. "Happy birthday, gorgeous" Tommy said, flashing that cocky grin that Duff wanted to wipe off his fucking face.

"Easy there, Tommy" Duff growled under his breath, stepping closer to me and draping a possessive arm around my waist.

Nikki, Vince, and Mick hung back, exchanging amused glances. They knew the tension between Duff and Tommy was always palpable, but tonight it was thicker than ever. Still, they were here to celebrate my birthday, not watch Duff and Tommy come to blows again.

"Alright, let's get this party started!" Vince shouted, holding up a bottle of champagne. "First thing, happy birthday, Y/N! Let's get you drunk and have some fucking fun!"

Duff tightened his grip around my waist, his eyes never leaving Tommy's. The night was young, and the threesome was still to come, but one thing was for sure Duff would be watching Tommy like a hawk to make sure he didn't cross any lines. This was my birthday wish, but Duff was determined to make damn sure Tommy knew that I was still his girl, no matter what.

A few drinks later I finally find myself alone on the couch between Tommy and Duff. Tommy laughing loudly with other people around while Duff was doing the same with Slash on his left. “Tommy?” I call him but he couldn’t hear me “Tommy?!” He turns “Oh, yes?” He asks smiling with a bottle of jack in his hand “Would you like to do something fun with me tonight?” my teasing tone makes him smile “Anything for my best friend” I wink at him standing up and giving both my hands to the two men in font of me, Tommy reaches for one without thinking twice instead of Duff that with a scoff does the same. I pull them both upstairs to the bedroom closing the door behind us. “So what do we have to do now?” Tommy asks still drinking from his bottle, I move closer to my boyfriend starting to kissing him. His lips crashed against mine in a hungry, demanding kiss, one hand fisting in my hair while the other gripped my ass possessively. He could taste the alcohol on my tongue, feel the way my body melted against his. But he knew Tommy was watching, waiting, with a surprised and amused expression on his face. So he pulled back, breaking the kiss, and turned his head to level a challenging glare at the other man.

"Don't forget, you're here because of her. You got that?" Duff snarled. Tommy just smirked, taking another swig of his Jack Daniel's. "Don't worry man, I know my place." Despite his words, there was a glint of mischief in his eyes, a hint of the troublemaker Duff knew him to be.

I look at Tommy that throws his bottle on the floor pulling me and kissing me without think twice. His hands grabbing my hips. His kisses are so different, more rough, wet, raw, fast.

Duff keeps looking at us, for a moment, he was frozen, his mind reeling. This was happening so fast, and it went against every instinct screaming at him to throw Tommy off of me and claim me as his own.

But he had made a promise, and he was determined to keep it. No matter how much it killed him inside, he would let this play out. After what felt like an eternity, Tommy pulled back from the kiss. He turned to look at Duff, a smug, self satisfied grin on his fucking face. "Happy birthday, Y/N" Tommy said, his voice a low, mocking drawl. "You taste so good”. I pull Duff closer to me again while kissing him one more time, while my right hand shifts down Tommy’s pants starting to unbutton them, finally touching his erection.

Duff's eyes widened as he sees my hand slipping down Tommy's pants, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp. At the same time, he couldn't believe how fucking hot it actually was to watch me take control, to see how turned I was thanks to the situation. His cock throbbed almost painfully against the confines of his leather pants as he watched me exploring Tommy's body with a newfound confidence and lust.

Duff could see the way Tommy's eyes darkened with lust as my hand worked in his pants, his hips canting forward slightly into my touch. He knew the feeling all too well, that desperate need to be touched, to be wanted, to be consumed by my passion. It was a heady thing, and Duff felt a thrill of dark satisfaction knowing that he had brought me to this point.

Despite the jealousy still simmering in his veins, Duff couldn't deny the sheer eroticism of the moment. Watching me come alive with lust, seeing the hunger in my eyes as I took what I wanted, was the most arousing thing he had ever witnessed. And he knew, without a doubt, that this was only the beginning.

I bend on my knees unbuttoning duff's pants too, grabbing his already hard cock, playing with it for a few seconds before focusing on Tommy's starting to suck his slowly keeping a hand on it to helping with my mouth's movements, while keep satisfying my boyfriend's with my other hand.

Duff let out a low, guttural groan as he felt my soft hand wrap around his aching cock. The sensation of my fingers stroking his thick shaft, exploring every rigid inch of him, sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through his body. He couldn't believe that he was actually enjoying it, watching me with him and another man at the same time.

The sight of me kneeling before them, my leather dress riding up to reveal more of my toned thighs, my hair tumbling around my face as I focused on pleasuring them both, was almost too much for Duff to handle. He watched, enraptured, as my head bobbed over Tommy's cock, my plump lips stretching around the thick girth of him as I took him deeper into my mouth.

At the same time, Duff could feel my hand working his shaft with skillful strokes, squeezing and caressing him in all the right ways. The dual sensations of my mouth on Tommy and my hand on him pushed Duff to new heights of arousal, his cock throbbing and leaking precum with each pass of my fingers.

Duff's breath came in harsh pants as he watched me, his eyes glued to the erotic sight of me sucking off his rival. He could see the way Tommy's head fell back in ecstasy, the way his hips rocked forward slightly, seeking more of my hot, wet mouth. It was a fucking turn on beyond belief, and Duff could feel his balls tightening, his orgasm already building in the base of his spine. "Fuck, babe” Duff growled, his voice ragged with lust. He tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding my head as I sucked Tommy, encouraging me to take him deeper. The feeling of my throat constricting around his rival's cock was incredible, the sounds the wetness was driving him crazy, and Duff couldn't wait to feel that tight heat around his own aching member.

"Birthday girl sure knows how to give a fucking incredible blowjob" Tommy groaned, now his hand fisting in my hair as he guided my movements.

"That's it, sexy” Duff growled, his voice strained with pleasure turning my head now towards his cock. "Take it all like a good girl. Show Tommy what that dirty mouth always does to me.”

Duff's hips rocked forward, fucking his cock into my mouth while Tommy keeps what I left with his hand watching us. Both of them could feel the pressure building, the heat coiling tighter and tighter in their groin as they hurtled towards his release.

Tommy let out a low moan "Fuck, your mouth felt incredible" he grunted, moving his hand faster “can't wait to feel your hot cunt wrapped around me, squeezing the cum out of my balls." Duff felt a surge of jealousy at Tommy's words, but it was quickly overtaken by the overwhelming need to claim me harder in front of him. Duff suddenly moves away pulling me up gripping my hips before pushing me on the bed leaving my ass facing him.

The leather of my dress rode up, exposing the soft skin of my thighs and the lacy edge of my panties. Duff licked his lips at the sight, his cock throbbing with anticipation.

At the same time, Tommy positioned himself in front of my face, his rigid shaft bobbing inches from my mouth. "Open wide, birthday girl" he said with a smirk, one hand fisting in my hair as he guided my head forward. I look up at Tommy, my eyes glazed with lust and desire. Without hesitation, I open my mouth and took him in, my tongue swirling around the swollen head of his cock before I sank down, taking him deeper into my hot, wet mouth.

Unable to resist any longer, Duff hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and yanked them down my thighs. The flimsy fabric tore away easily, baring my bare ass and glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. Duff groaned at the sight, hardly smacking my ass watching the supple flesh jiggle, I let escape a moan around Tommy’s cock while feeling my boyfriend’s fingers finding my dripping slit, stroking and teasing my swollen folds, he grabs my hips in a bruising grip and thrust forward, burying his thick, throbbing cock deep into my dripping pussy in one powerful stroke.

“Fuck!” Duff growls, his eyes rolling back in bliss, while my velvety walls clenched tight around his dick. So fucking wet, so ready for him, that he slid in easily despite his considerable size.

I let out a muffled scream around Tommy's cock, the sensation of Duff's thick length stretching and filling me so suddenly overwhelming. I could feel every ridge, every throbbing vein as he hilted inside me, his heavy balls slapping against my clit while he keeps thrusting harder and faster.

Tommy groaned, his grip tightening in my hair as he fucked my throat in time with Duff's thrusts. "Shit, the way her throat is squeezing my cock... it's incredible" he grunted, his hips snapping forward roughly.

Duff could only let out a feral growl in response. He was lost in the feeling of my hot, slick pussy gripping his shaft like a vice. The wet squelch of my juices filled the room, mingling with the raw slap of skin against skin and the pornographic sounds of Tommy fucking my mouth.

Duff could feel the pressure building to a fever pitch, his balls drawing up tight. The feeling of my tight, wet heat gripping his shaft, the way my body yielded to his every thrust, pushed him closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

At the same time, Tommy let out a guttural moan, his grip on my hair tightening. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum" he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. "Gonna fucking explode down your throat"

I could only moan in response, the vibrations of my throat around Tommy's cock sending him over the edge. With a loud, moan, Tommy hilted inside my mouth, his thick shaft pulsing as he shot ropes of hot, sticky cum directly down my gullet.

The sensation of Tommy's release, combined with Duff's relentless pounding, sent me careening towards my own climax. My body tensed, back arching as a powerful orgasm ripped through me. "Yes, fuck, yes!" Duff roared, feeling my pussy clench and spasm around him as I came hard on his cock.

With a loud, feral growl, Duff slammed into me one last time and held himself there as his cock jerked and throbbed, spilling wave after wave of hot, thick cum deep inside my fluttering cunt.

"Fuck, take it all, baby…” Duff commanded, his voice raw, breathless and wrecked with pleasure.

Duff's hips jerked and spasmed as he emptied his balls inside me.

Tommy slumped back, spent and satisfied, as I worked to swallow every drop of his load. Duff collapsed on top of me, his softening cock still nestled deep inside my cum filled pussy, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

“That was fucking incredible” Tommy sharp, breathless voice echoes in the room before reaching again for his bottle on the floor, while Duff laughs softly, kissing my neck, smirking on my skin “I told you that wasn’t that bad, uh?” I say to him making him roll his eyes and scoffing, he knew I was was right.

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-mel

CHAPTER 4 | MR. BROWNSTONE.

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tags. original female character, mild period-typical misogyny (it's the late 1980s), cussing, physical & mental abuse dynamic, PTSD induced panic attack, childhood trauma, mentions of familial abuse, heroin consumption via injection, mentions of needles, mentions of relapsing, mentions of nausea. if there is anything else needed to be added, let me know!

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chapter three: kill 'em all - wattpad and AO3.

CHAPTER 1 | SHE TALKS TO ANGELS

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tags. original female character, mentions of college, busy work environment, i don’t think there’s any more tags. first few chapters are pretty tame!

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A few days had passed since his first shift, but Duff's gaze still lingered on the counter where Cynthia was standing, balancing a tray of drinks with one hand while adjusting the collar of her denim jacket with the other. The usual clatter of plates and the buzz of the busy kitchen faded into the background as he focused on the small detail that had caught his attention the last time he saw her: the Aerosmith pin on her jacket.

It had been harder to miss today, glinting silver under the fluorescent kitchen lights. Aerosmith. Duff recognized the logo instantly—it was a staple in his own music collection. The sight of it on her jacket stirred something unexpected inside him. It was just a small pin, but it felt like an invitation to know more, a thread he couldn't wait to pull on.

Cynthia set the tray down on the counter with a soft thud, and Duff cleared his throat, glancing at the stack of dirty plates in front of him. He was still trying to figure out what exactly he was supposed to do, but he couldn't shake the feeling that talking to her was going to be harder than washing dishes.

"Hey," Duff started, a little awkwardly. He wiped his wet hands on his apron. "I, uh... I saw the Aerosmith pin on your jacket. I didn't expect that. You, uh, into them?"

Cynthia didn't answer right away, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes as she glanced over at him. She set her hands on her hips and shrugged.

"I like them, yeah. Not really a huge deal or anything." Her voice was guarded, but not unfriendly. She didn't seem particularly eager to continue the conversation, but she didn't shut him down either. Maybe this was progress?

Duff shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to figure out how to keep the conversation going without making it weird. "Yeah? I've got a couple of their records," he said, nodding toward the kitchen's radio. "'Get Your Wings' and, uh, 'Toys in the Attic.' Those all-time classics."

Cynthia's mouth twitched at the mention of the albums, and for a moment, Duff thought he might've said something wrong. But then, she spoke again, her tone a little more relaxed this time.

"Yeah, 'Toys in the Attic' is a good one," she said, her voice softening just slightly. "I've got it at home. Honestly, I like their older stuff the most."

Duff grinned. She was starting to open up, just a little. "Same. There's just something about that early sound... rawer, you know?"

Cynthia nodded slowly, her fingers brushing over the edge of the tray. She seemed to be choosing her words carefully, still cautious about letting him in. "Yeah. Raw. I can't stand all that... shitty pop ballad stuff. Aerosmith's real, you know?"

Duff chuckled, wiping his hands on his apron again. "I hear you. That's kind of the beauty of it, right?"

Cynthia didn't respond right away, but she gave a small shrug. The conversation, though brief, felt like a small step forward, a crack in the wall she'd built around herself.

After a beat of awkward, tense silence, Duff tried to push a little further, sensing an opening. "So, you've been working here for a while, huh?"

Cynthia's eyes flicked over to him, but she didn't meet his gaze directly. "Yeah," she said, almost dismissively. "Since I was sixteen. Two years. It's just... what I had to do, you know?"

Duff leaned against the counter, trying to make the conversation less forced. "I get that. Had to start somewhere, right?"

Cynthia nodded. "Yeah, exactly." Her voice didn't give much away, but Duff could tell there was something behind it. She'd been working here a lot longer than he had, and there was a weariness in the way she spoke, like she was tired of it. "It's been fine, but I'm ready for something else."

Duff's curiosity piqued. He had to know what she meant by "something else." He took a step closer, lowering his voice a little as if he was treading carefully. "Yeah? What's next for you?"

Cynthia hesitated, her hand lingering on the edge of the counter. "I'm leaving LA," she said, almost to herself. "I've been here long enough."

Duff raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You're... leaving LA? Where are you going?"

Cynthia's eyes finally met his, and there was a fleeting, intense look in them. "Princeton," she said simply, like it was just a fact. "In the fall."

Duff blinked. Princeton? The Princeton University?

He didn't know why, but the thought of her going to such an Ivy League school threw him off for a second. She didn't seem the type. But he didn't say that. Instead, he tried to cover his surprise with a half-smile. "Princeton? That's, uh... that's a big deal. How... how'd that happen?"

Cynthia shrugged again, her eyes shifting to the side as if the conversation was starting to bore her. "I don't know. I worked hard for it, I guess. I'm finally done with high school. Ready to get out of here." Her gaze hardened as she looked at the restaurant, almost like she was staring straight through it. "This place is a hellhole, and I'm finally getting out. I don't have time or the patience for the strip anymore."

Duff blinked, the bluntness of her words hitting him harder than he expected. He'd heard people complain about LA before, but there was something about the way she said it that made him think there was more to it. More to her wanting to leave than just the usual complaints.

"Hellhole, huh?" he repeated, his voice softer now. "Funny, I said that about Seattle."

Cynthia turned her gaze back to him, her expression unreadable. "Yeah," she said quietly. "I've been stuck here for too long. I'm done."

There was a moment of silence, the kind that hung in the air and made Duff feel like he was intruding. He wasn't sure if he should push further. She'd given him a glimpse of something—something that felt personal—but she was still keeping a lot to herself.

"So... Princeton," he said after a beat, trying to lighten the mood. "That's gotta be exciting. You must be looking forward to it."

Cynthia gave a half-smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Yeah, I am. But it's not all... excitement, y'know? It's not exactly the escape I thought it would be."

Duff nodded, understanding that. He didn't know what her story was—what made her want to leave LA so badly—but he could see the weight behind her words. He didn't want to pry, but there was something there he couldn't ignore.

"Well, it's a big step. I'm sure you'll figure it out," he said quietly.

Cynthia looked at him for a moment, her gaze softening just a little. "Yeah, I guess." She paused, then added in a more casual tone, "Anyway... I gotta get back to work."

Duff gave a small nod. "Yeah, sure. Don't want to get you in trouble."

Cynthia gave him a brief, almost amused glance before she grabbed her tray again, walking back toward the restaurant floor. As she left, Duff couldn't help but watch her go. She was different from anyone he'd met. There was something tough about her, a kind of resilience that made her stand out. But there was also a vulnerability there—a feeling like she was running away from something.

And, for some reason, Duff wanted to know what it was.

The rest of the shift went by in a blur of clinking dishes, the muffled sound of people talking, and the steady rhythm of the restaurant. Duff worked in quiet concentration, trying to keep his mind on his duties, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Cynthia.

There was something about her, something raw and unspoken. He couldn't get her out of his head, even as he scrubbed the same damn plates over and over again. Her eyes—cool and guarded, but with flashes of something deeper. The way she'd shrugged off talking about Princeton like it was just another stop on the way out of LA. But he could tell it meant something to her, even if she wouldn't admit it.

He stole a glance at her across the room, watching as she moved through the dining area with a practiced ease. She was always busy, weaving between the tables, balancing trays in each hand like it was nothing. Every now and then, her eyes would flicker to him, but there was always a slight tension in her gaze, like she was unsure of how to look at him.

After about an hour, the dinner rush started to die down, and the staff began to clean up. Duff wiped his hands on his apron again and leaned back against the counter, feeling the exhaustion settle in. He didn't know how anyone could stand on their feet for hours like Cynthia did. But maybe it was easier when you didn't care about the job.

"Hey, Duff," Bruce's voice broke through his thoughts, and Duff turned to face his brother. "I'm gonna head out soon. Everything good?"

Duff nodded, glancing over to Cynthia for a moment, but she was busy talking to another waiter. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just, uh... figuring it out, you know?"

Bruce gave him a once-over, his eyes flicking toward Cynthia before settling back on Duff. He raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. "Uh-huh. Right. Well, don't be shy. You're doing just fine." He clapped him on the back. "If you need anything, just ask Cynthia, alright?"

Duff swallowed a grin, wondering if his brother had noticed anything he didn't realize he'd been giving off. "Yeah, I'm good," Duff said, trying to play it cool. "Thanks, Bruce."

Bruce gave a quick nod and started heading toward the door, but just before he left, he threw over his shoulder, "Don't forget. You're supposed to pick me up from the bar tonight, right? I don't trust the boys to get me home."

Duff's eyes widened as he realized he'd forgotten. "Right. Shit, I almost forgot. I'll be there."

"Great. See you later," Bruce called as he slipped out of the restaurant.

Left in the quiet of the backroom, Duff took a moment to lean against the counter. His thoughts drifted back to Cynthia. He had a million questions about her. Why was she so... distant? And why did it seem like she was carrying some heavy weight? She couldn't just be running from LA; there had to be more to it.

Suddenly, the sound of a tray crashing to the floor broke through his musings.

He spun around to see Cynthia standing near the dining room entrance, her face flushed with frustration. She'd dropped a tray of drinks—ice and soda splashed everywhere, the glasses broken on the floor.

Duff moved before he even realized it, his instincts kicking in. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, his voice a little sharper than he meant.

Cynthia stood frozen for a moment, eyes wide. She exhaled a shaky breath, then bent down to begin picking up the glass shards.

"I'm fine. Just... a stupid mistake," she muttered under her breath, her hands shaking slightly.

Duff stepped forward, crouching next to her and reaching for a piece of broken glass. "You sure? You don't have to do clean this by yourself."

Cynthia looked at him for a long beat before giving him a tight smile, one that didn't reach her eyes. "I think I can handle it."

The sharp edge of her words stung, but Duff couldn't help but feel that there was more to her snapping than just a little mishap with the tray.

He set the glass down and backed off a little, letting her take control of the situation. "Right. Sorry. I didn't mean to step in—I mean—Just... wanted to help, y'know?"

Cynthia gave him a quick nod but didn't say anything else. The air between them was thick with unspoken words. He could feel her walls creeping back up, and it was clear that she wasn't interested in opening up just yet.

Duff watched her work in silence, taking in the small details—the way her hands moved deftly despite her apparent frustration, the slight furrow in her brow that always seemed to be there when she wasn't smiling. It was like she was trying to hide something, but no matter how hard she tried, he saw it.

After a moment, she stood up, wiping her hands on her jeans, and finally met his gaze. Her expression was softer now, but there was still something guarded in her eyes.

"You don't have to keep offering help, okay?" she said, her voice quiet but firm. "I'm fine. It's just a little mess. No big deal."

Duff nodded, taking a step back. "Right. Got it." He felt that familiar awkwardness hanging in the air again, but he wasn't sure how to fill it. He didn't want to push her, but something told him that the more he tried to reach out, the further she would pull away.

Cynthia straightened up, giving him a brief glance before she picked up the broken pieces one last time. "I'm going to finish cleaning this up. Don't worry about it."

Duff was about to say something else, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he simply nodded and turned toward the backroom, his mind buzzing. There was more to Cynthia than she let on, and something told him that getting to know her wasn't going to be easy. But he was starting to realize that he didn't mind.

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PROLOGUE

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Los Angeles smelled different.

Back in Seattle, the air was damp with rain, laced with the sharp bite of gasoline and coffee. Here, everything was drier, hotter—like a sunbaked concrete jungle mixed with car exhaust, grilled meat, and something vaguely metallic from the kitchen vents.

Duff McKagan had only been in LA for a few weeks, and the reality of it was setting in fast: dreams didn't pay rent. He needed money, and fast, which was why he was standing in front of a steakhouse instead of playing bass in some dingy club.

Black Angus wasn't exactly where he pictured himself when he decided to move here, but his brother, Bruce McKagan, had a job lined up for him—but not on the dining room floor. Oh no, his day-glo blue hair was too distracting. Duff's new job: dishwasher. It wasn't glamorous, but neither was being homeless.

With a long, deep breath, Duff pushed open the heavy wooden double doors and stepped inside.

The noise hit him first—forks clinking against plates, the low murmur of conversation, waitresses calling out orders. The kitchen, partially visible from where he stood, was alive with movement: flames flaring up from the grill, line cooks moving in a well-rehearsed dance, the clatter of pans slamming onto burners.

And then—

"Look who finally showed up," a familiar voice called.

Duff turned as Bruce emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a rag. His older brother was dressed in the standard manager get-up: button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled, hair slightly disheveled, expression hovering between amused and vaguely exasperated.

"You look a bit lost," Bruce smirked.

"Just taking it all in," Duff said, shoving his hands into his jean pockets.

Bruce clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Welcome to the glamorous world of dishwashing, little brother."

Duff snorted. "Yeah, can't fuckin' wait."

Bruce grinned and jerked his head toward the back. "Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone."

The kitchen was hotter than the front of the restaurant, thick with the smell of butter, charred meat, and something greasy sizzling in the fryer. Steam curled from the dish pit where another worker was elbow-deep in sudsy water, stacking plates onto a drying rack.

"Alright," Bruce said, steering Duff past the prep station where a guy with a cigarette hanging from his lips was aggressively chopping onions. "That's Tony—he preps in the afternoons and works the line at night. Don't piss him off."

Tony didn't even glance up from his cutting board, but he grunted in acknowledgment.

Bruce continued walking. "That's Manny on grill, Paula on fryers—"

The introductions blurred together, a mix of names, faces, and brief nods. The kitchen was a well-oiled machine, and Duff was pretty sure he was about to be the next wrench thrown into it.

And then—

"This is Cynthia."

Duff turned, and for a second, the noise of the kitchen faded into the background.

She was leaning against the counter near the order window, flipping through a notepad, her pen tapping absently against the stainless steel. Her blonde hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame her face. She had a sharpness to her—something about the way she carried herself, like she had everything handled and didn't need anyone's help.

When Bruce said her name, she glanced up, her brown eyes flicking toward Duff for the briefest moment before dropping back to her notepad.

"Cynthia," Bruce said, "this is my brother, Duff. He's the new dishwasher."

She gave a small, barely interested nod. "Cool."

Duff felt like he should say something—anything. "Uh, nice to meet you."

"Yeah, you too." She didn't look up.

Bruce smirked. "If you have any questions, ask me or Cynthia."

At that, Cynthia finally looked at Duff properly. Her gaze wasn't unkind, just assessing—like she was trying to determine if he was worth acknowledging.

"Just don't get in my way, and we'll get on fine," she retorted.

Then she was gone, striding toward the dining area, already focused on something else.

Duff exhaled. "She's... efficient."

Bruce snorted. "Don't take it personal. She's been here a while—knows this place inside and out. You? You're just another new guy."

"Right. Another dishwasher she won't remember by next week."

Bruce clapped him on the back. "That's up to you, kid."

Dishwashing was exactly as awful as Duff expected.

The sink water was too hot, the plates were crusted with food that had no business existing, and the steam from the dish machine made everything feel soggy. His fingers were already bright red and pruny, his arms sore from scrubbing.

Still, it wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was Cynthia.

Not in a bad way—just in a distracting way.

Duff caught himself watching her more than once, though he tried to be subtle about it. She was quick on her feet, moving between tables and the kitchen with practiced ease. Her voice cut through the noise whenever she called out an order or shot back a sarcastic remark at the cooks.

Cynthia was confident. Unshakable. Completely at home in the chaos.

Duff, on the other hand, was struggling to keep up with the never-ending pile of dishes.

At one point, Cynthia came back to the kitchen to grab a refill. On impulse, Duff decided to try and talk to her.

"So, uh... Cynthia, do you like working here?" Duff liked the way her name felt in his mouth—soft but steady, like a melody that stuck even after the song was over.

She barely glanced at him as she filled a glass with Coke. "It's a job."

"Right." He scrubbed at a stubborn stain on a plate. "Seems kinda crazy."

She let out a dry laugh. "You should see weekends."

Duff smiled, encouraged. "Guessing it's not your dream job either?"

"Dreams don't pay rent."

He hesitated. "Yeah, but if you could do anything else, what would it be?"

For a second, Cynthia looked at him like she might actually answer.

Instead, she grabbed the drink and walked off.

Duff sighed. Strike one.

By closing time, Duff was exhausted. His back ached, his arms were sore, and his shirt was damp from the heat of the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Cynthia, looked as composed as ever. She was leaning against the counter, talking to another waitress, her laughter carrying over the low hum of the closing shift.

Duff didn't realize he was staring until Bruce walked up beside him.

"You survived," Bruce said.

"Barely."

Bruce halfheartedly chuckled. "You'll get the hang of it."

Duff rubbed the back of his neck. "Place is busier than I expected."

"You should see Saturdays." Bruce glanced over at Cynthia, then back at Duff. "What do you think?"

"About what?"

Bruce raised a confused eyebrow. "The job."

"Oh. Uh—yeah. It's fine." Duff paused. "It's work."

Bruce studied him for a second, then shook his head, amused. "Right."

Duff wasn't sure what Bruce was implying, but he didn't ask. Instead, he stretched, rolling out his sore shoulders.

Across the room, Cynthia grabbed her denim jacket, slinging it over one shoulder effortlessly. As she turned, the dim dining room light shined a few pins fastened to the fabric—one of them the unmistakable winged logo of Aerosmith. The red and white design was a little faded, edges worn like it had been there for years.

Duff's lips quirked slightly. Aerosmith. He wouldn't have pegged her as a fan, but then again, he didn't know much about her—not yet.

She disappeared through the door without a second glance.

But he had a feeling he'd be learning soon enough.

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SO FINE, a duff mckagan story.

pairing. duff mckagan x original female character

synopsis. it's 1984, and duff mckagan, a 20-year-old punk rocker from seattle, moves to los angeles to chase his rockstar dreams. but reality hits hard—he needs a job. thanks to his brother, he lands a gig as a dishwasher at black angus, a steakhouse.

enter: cynthia atkins, an 18-year-old waitress who's been working there since she was 16. she's tough, smart, and has zero patience for wannabe rockstars. when duff sees her for the first time, he's instantly smitten, almost knocked over by how perfect she is.

despite his awkward attempts to get her attention, cynthia isn't impressed by his punk rocker hair or measly music dreams. but as the two spend more time together, they start to see there's more to each other than they thought. can duff balance trying to get a band together and his growing feelings for cynthia? or will they pull away before they get started?

status. on-going, updates every monday.

tags. female original character, a lot of cussing (gnr-typical), heavy depictions of mental health issues (post-traumatic stress disorder, depression, bipolar, anxiety), depictions of childhood trauma, period typical misogyny, drug & alcohol abuse (seriously, it's a duff fic), slow burn, NSFW themes (eventual smut? who knows..) references to past abuse and assault (physical, mental, sexual in reference to children and adults), depictions of panic attacks due to anxiety and substance abuse.

additional warnings will be marked at the beginning of each chapter—please be mindful! also i have decided i will post 'so fine' here on tumblr as well as AO3 and wattpad, which are linked below.

links. AO3, wattpad.

: ̗̀➛ 00. prologue.

: ̗̀➛ 01. she talks to angels.