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HE IS SO PRETTY <3
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𝙼𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 (𝚢𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎) ⊂((・▽・))⊃
#guns and roses#80s#axl rose#axl gnr#izzy stradlin#girlblogging#being in love#lovers#music#love music#love#i want you#i love you#i love her
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helloooo hiiii haii hiii
do you think you could write a fic (duff x reader) w duff being a big softie w his s/o and taking extra care of them while they’re going through a little depressive episode, just making sure they’re taking care of themself and giving em gentle cuddles and reassurance n fluffy shit? that would be super sweet <3
Warnings: Depression, idk it's mostly fluff but if you think I missed something let me know otherwise enjoy!
You honestly never saw it coming, but Duff did.
You felt yourself getting more tired more easily but just chalked it up to not getting enough sleep, you stopped eating and also thought it was just from not getting enough sleep.
Soon you were laying in bed, it was almost 3:00 pm and you hadn't moved since you woke up.
The phone was ringing every hour but you never answered, then it was every half hour, every fifteen minutes. Duff was calling you like his life depended on it.
The past few weeks he'd been listening to you complain about hurting and being tired and this, that and the other thing. He knew what was happening but you didn't.
He'd been taking you out more, dinners every other night -at first he tried taking you to restaurants but then you started saying no, not having the energy to go out. He'd come by and help with things around your apartment, washing the dishes, doing laundry.
He always tried to include you in these activities but at some point you just stopped answering to him.
You heard a knock on your door but didn't want to answer it, you didn't want to get up. It took you too long to realize what was happening and now you were just blocking everyone out.
The door opened and you knew it was Duff, you'd given him a key the last time this happened for when it happened again. This was again and he came right to your room with take-out from your favourite fast food place.
He sat next to you on your bed. He didn't wait for you to turn to him, he wrapped his arms around you, under your arms, and pulled you up. Your body slumped against him but it was better than laying down. Small victories.
He opened up the food and helped you eat, holding it to your mouth and waiting for you to take a bite. "Eat." He said. "Eat it or I'm painting your face with it." You shot him a look but took a bite, a small bite but a bite nonetheless. "Good, keep eating."
After the first bite you wanted more. You didn't feel like doing much but it was still your favourite food, you couldn't turn down your favourite food.
He stuck with you, he didn't push you to do a whole lot. He made you change your clothes and move to the couch while he took care of some cleaning.
You were laying on the couch on top of him, nuzzling into him as you watched a movie.
His arms wrapped tightly around you, occasionally kissing the top of your head or your forehead, your temple.
"Guns is going on tour." He said, running his fingers through your hair.
You nodded. "I know."
"I know you know." You looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest. "I want you to come with me." Your brows raised at that.
You'd never gone on tour with him before, it was never even a question more of just 'I'm going' 'call me every day?' and it worked fine for the both of you.
"You... want me to come?" You asked hesitantly. "What about, like, groupies?" He gave you a look.
"Groupies, seriously? I have you and I want you on tour with me, in my hotel room, in my bed, in my arms." He stated, giving you a gentle squeeze. "There's no reason you can't come, you're coming."
"I have work."
"Quit."
"I can't just quit, Duff!" You groaned, swatting his chest. He smiled. It wasn't a lot but it was a glimpse at your usual self.
"You don't need your job, you have me." In fairness, you don't know why you don't already live with Duff, very rarely are you separated, usually only tours stand in your way.
You laid your head back down on his chest. "I can't quit."
Duff let out a heavy breath. "Quit or don't quit, you're coming with me and that's final."
For the next week Duff stuck with you, every day encouraging you to do a little more. He helped you shower, starting with warm bubble baths, lit candles around, when you got in the shower he was with you, washing your hair for you, then you'd wash his hair.
He had you help him with dinner, letting you sit on the counter and just talk to him while he did the work, then he'd have you dry the dishes after he washed them. You had a washing machine but he felt this would be better.
Soon he had you going on walks around the neighbourhood and packing your bags.
You were by no means fine by the time the plane took off, but you were doing better. Every night Duff would pull you tight to his side, kiss your forehead and tell you how much he loved you, how important you were to him.
You were standing out on the balcony of the hotel you were staying at. It was a cool night and you were wearing one of Duff's shirts, the way the city lit up was beautiful to you.
"You're gonna catch a cold." Duff said, coming out to join you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your head. "Can't have you getting sick on me."
"Because then I'd have to leave?" You asked, taking his hand in yours.
"Because then you'd get me sick and I wouldn't be able to play." You smacked his arm and he laughed.
He sighed softly and rubbed your arms, giving them a gentle squeeze. "I'm glad you came." He said, voice soft in your ear. "I like being here with you."
You nodded. "I like being here too... with you."
"Glad I'm an after thought." You shook your head at him, turning in his hold to face him and nuzzling into his chest.
"Thank you." You said softly.
"Don't do that." He said, rubbing your back. "I didn't do anything special."
"You brought me here."
"Ok, yeah, fine, you get that." He said with a smile. "That's just because I'm a band, a good one... Don't thank me for the other stuff."
You looked up at him curiously. "Why not?"
"I didn't do more than what any other good boyfriend would do... just like you help me before planes, I help you through these. It's just what we do." He explained. He looked down at you, cupping your face in his hands. "You're my perfect girl, don't forget that." He leaned down and kissed your forehead, then your nose and finally your lips.
#guns n roses#guns n roses fanfic#guns n roses x reader#gnr#gnr fanfiction#gnr x reader#gnr fic#guns n roses imagine#gunsnroses#guns and roses#gunsnfuckinroses#duff gnr#duff mckagan x reader#duff mckagan smut#duff mckagan fanfic#duff mckagan
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i'm so sad at the fact that argenti only became relevant when argenthill became popular, back when he got leaked and released there were lack of fanarts and praise for him despite the fact that a flower was named after him plus he's the least owned character in honkai star rail too
we need some more argenti appreciation aside from the ships bc atp he js exists for "shipping purposes"
#DONT GET ME WRONG#i love argenthill but#i just hate it when people only see argenti as a character to ship for boothill#like give my man some love too 😭😭#guns and roses#gunsnroses#guns n roses#argenthill#argenti x boothill#boothill x argenti#argenti hsr#hsr argenti#argenti honkai star rail#honkai star rail argenti#argenti#argenti x reader#argenti x you#hsr argenti x you#hsr imagines#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#boothill x reader#boothill hsr#boothill#hsr boothill#honkai star rail boothill#boothill honkai star rail#boothill x you
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i love silly golden retriever coded rockstars
#second photo is my favourite photo of zakk ever#hes such a cutie patootie#666 𖤐#zakk wylde#steven gnr#steven adler#gnr#guns n roses#guns and roses#jon bon jovi#bon jovi#james hetfield#metallica#golden retriver boyfriend#rockstars#80s men#boys#glam metal#heavy metal#metal#hard rock#rock n roll#rock#classic rock#80s#1980s#80s rock#eighties#80s aesthetic#ozzy osbourne
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argenthill is taking me out rn
i need to draw them sm more i actually love them
#fanart#bubart#art#honkai star rail fanart#honkai star rail#hsr#boothill#boothill hsr#argenti#hsr argenti#guns and roses#argenthill
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Chibi argenthill
DO NOT repost
#boothill hsr#hsr argenti#hsr boothill#honkai star rail#honkai star rail argenti#argenti honkai star rail#argenthill#argenti#fan art#my art#digital art#artwork#art#artist on tumblr#artists on tumblr#guns and roses#guns n roses#bootgenti#argenti x boothill#boothill honkai star rail#boothill
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just some dudes with their lot of dudes (horses)
(individual shots beneath the cut!)
#artists on tumblr#my art#honkai star rail#hsr#honkai#argenti#argenti hsr#boothill#boothill hsr#luocha#luocha hsr#guns and roses#argenthill#argencha#argenchahill
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Slash of Guns n' Roses, photographed on April 22, 1989 ⋆ ౨ৎ ˚ ˖ ࣪ Photographed by Ross Halfin
#slash#slash gnr#saul hudson#gnr#guns n roses#guns and roses#photography#rock photography#music photography#1989#ross halfin#80s rock#80s music#80s#80s aesthetic#1980s#eighties#rock music#glam metal#rock n roll#rock#80s bands#80s rockstars#rockstars#80s rock n roll#glam rock#hard rock#rock band#rock and roll
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Hes explaining the fnaf lore i tgink
#guns and roses#argenthill#argenti hsr#boothill hsr#argenti#boothill#argenti x boothill#hsr argenti#hsr boothill#boothill honkai star rail#argenti honkai star rail#argenti fanart#boothill fanart#my works
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GUYS IM SCARED OF ROCKSTARS ACTUALLY GETTING TUMBLR AND SEEING ALL THE FICS ABOUT THEM 😭
#rock n roll#80s rock#rock#80s bands#guns n roses#gnr#motley crue#guns n' roses#motley crue x reader#motley crue smut#motley crue fluff#motley crue fanfiction#guns n roses fanfic#guns and roses#guns n roses smut#gunsnroses#guns n roses x reader#guns n'roses#guns n’ roses x reader
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Guns N’ Roses or smth
#boothill#hsr boothil#hsr argenti#guns and roses#honkai star rail#honkai sr#honkai fanart#genshin impact#fanart#argenthill#artists on tumblr#illustration#illustrators on tumblr#painting#digital art#digital painting
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tell me you guys see the vision here
#THEY EVEN MATCH THE ENERGIES TOO ….#gnr#mcadler#guns n roses#steven adler#poppy#steven gnr#duff mckagan#duff gnr#gunsnroses#guns and roses#snoopy#woodstock
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Are you going to write the part two of lack of communication?
A/n: This was absolutely not how I planned on this turning out but I was not thinking while writing and came up with this. Do I like it? No, is it written? Technically.
Warnings: Smut, slight angst
Part 1
Duff did whatever to forget you that day, drinking himself to the grave until their show that same night.
He was in his dressing room, rocking slightly until he was told to get on stage. He was in no state to play but he knew he had to.
In the backstage area he saw you for the first time since that morning, curled up under Nikki's arm.
Duff stood farther away, staring longer than he meant to. Nikki nudged you and got you up, silently telling you to go play so you did.
Nikki went to Duff, though the blond tried to get away from him. "Duff, hang on." The raven haired said, placing a hand on Duff's shoulder. "Fuck did you do to her?" He asked.
"Thought you'd already know." He answered, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yeah, I do, I wanted to hear your side 'cause you seem like a chill dude." He said, pulling his hand back as Duff turned to look at him. "Look, we're friends, alright? That's all it is."
Duff scoffed at that. "Or so I've heard." Nikki rolled his eyes at him. "Fuck you and fuck her, man, I've got a show to play." He grumbled as he headed off onto the stage, too out of it to really think of much else.
Nikki watched him stagger away onto the stage, knowing it wasn't going to end great.
Duff managed to play but that's about all he did, he played his part and got off stage, crawled into the limo out back and drank himself to bed.
Sleep didn't come easy, he missed you. He missed his arms around you and kissing the top of your head, he missed palming your belly pudge and feeling your human-ness. He missed you, and it was all his fault.
He felt tears building in his eyes but didn't care enough to stop them. You were in Nikki's bed, in his arms, laying on his chest. It was supposed to be him, yet when you needed him he made it hard for you to want him.
His tears soaked into the pillow under his head and he held it tighter, closing his eyes and pretending it was you.
Duff was woken up to get on the plane, he was never big on planes, something about being in a metal tube in the sky it always had his anxiety acting up.
As he was walking up the stairs he felt his chest tightening, already feeling like the air was thinner. He hated it, couldn't stand that sense of panic rising in him.
You were seated next to none other than Nikki Sixx, but you watched Duff closely. Usually you'd be there to calm him down, to keep him focused on other things or just to give him a drug buddy so he could wash it all away.
He wanted nothing more than to crawl into your lap and cry but he stopped himself and made a beeline for the sleeping quarters, his room specifically where he planned to cage himself until the plane landed.
He turned the lights off and curled up in bed, holding a pillow over his head, covering his ears.
He was so worked up he hadn't heard you come in. The mattress dipped under your weight as you sat down on the edge of the bed, bringing a hand to his shoulder and rubbing down his arm in a soothing motion.
He looked back at you, eye wide and full of a mix of emotions. Anger, panic, sadness. You moved closer to him, letting him move his head to your lap on his own.
"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." He mumbled, words slurring together as he tugged on your clothes.
You hand your fingers through his hair and shook your head. "Don't worry about it, just... you have other things to think about right now." You said, keeping your voice soft.
Duff kicked at the blankets until they were off of him and he pulled you down, holding you on top of him in place of a weighted blanket.
You continued to run your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp and smoothing the pads of your fingertips over his soft skin, his cheeks and jaw, forehead, tracing his nose and other features while he focused on breathing straight.
You couldn't help yourself and kissed his lips, it was quick and sweet but when you pulled away he pulled you back, not letting you get a breath in.
You could feel his body reacting to your touch under you, how he rolled his hard cock into you, longs legs working between yours and spreading them, making you straddle his lap.
"Distract me." He said against your lips. You knew what he meant, not caring enough to take yours or his clothes off, just pushing them out of the way enough for him to be in you.
You felt that familiar push in your gut, that stretch. Him.
Your hips worked with his, rolling and rutting, hands planted firmly on his chest as you bounced on him. The plane hadn't even taken off yet and already you were making a mess in the sheets.
Duff was twitching inside you, hands gripping your hips and guiding you on his length. You felt his cum spurting out in hot strings inside you, coating your gummy walls and you couldn't get enough of the feeling. You followed shortly after, stretching out on top of him instead of rolling off.
The plane had started moving, getting ready to take off.
Duff reached off the bed to his bag and pulled out a little baggy with small rolls in them. "How the hell did you get past security with that?" You asked as he lit one up, taking a long drag of it.
"You can buy anyone off," he said, lungs full of smoke, "some people are just cheaper than others." He exhaled, blowing the sweet smelling smoke into your face.
He held the blunt to your lips, giving you a taste before you rested your head on his chest.
"Why're you such a bitch sometimes?" You asked, tracing shapes on his arm.
He shrugged. "Because I'm stupid." He grumbled, breathing in more smoke. "And you were with Nikki Sixx."
"I never said I liked him."
"But you do."
"I do not!" You protested, swatting his chest. "I would've loved to tell you that but you're a bitch!"
Duff huffed and handed you the blunt. "Someone needs this more than me."
You shot him a look, tapping the joint out and letting the ash fall onto him. He hissed and brushed it off his chest. "Say that again and I'll put it out on you." You grumbled, taking another drag.
Duff rolled his eyes at you but didn't say much more as he focused on not focusing on the flight, instead watching you, your lips wrapped around the blunt as you smoked, how you clenched around him occasionally.
High sex was his favourite, everything felt better but you had to find that perfect level otherwise you felt nothing. He right now he was perfect, staring at you with your sleepy red eyes, smoke blowing in his face.
Duff kept his distance the rest of the tour. You continued to share a bed unless you got tired of his odd demeaner and went to bed with Nikki.
He didn't spend time with groupies, he didn't go out drinking. He still drank and drugged just behind closed doors in his hotel room.
He barely spoke more than ten words a day to you, sometimes a week.
You didn't say anything at first, figuring he'd get over it at some point, but he didn't.
You were sick of it. You'd been at home all day, relaxing after the tour, and you were so, so fed up with how he was acting.
you stormed over to his house, banging on his door and ringing his doorbell until he answered. Obnoxious as you could be it was effective and he opened the door.
"The fuck's wrong with you?!" You yelled, slamming a hand on his chest.
Duff took a fumbled step back, giving you a chance to look into his house and you saw a woman sitting there on his couch. You looked back to him, brows knit tight. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
A confused expression grew on Duff's face at your question and he glanced around, quickly shaking his head when he saw the girl. "No, no, well, yeah... no!" He settled on. "It's not, we- Come." He took you by the arm, dragging you into his house to the couch where the woman sat.
In front of her was a cloth with rings of all kinds, diamond, opal, moonstone, lapiz, emerald, silver band, gold band, whatever you could think of.
"Pick." He said bluntly.
"What?" You asked, looking up at him. Now it was your turn to be confused.
"Pick." He repeated, gesturing to the rings.
"I'm not marrying you, not after you've been acting like this." You said, crossing your arms over you chest.
Duff's gaze flickered over your face a moment longer. "Not- I'm not asking you to marry me yet." He said, you didn't miss the 'yet'. "It's a promise ring. I love you, I'm committed to you, I'm yours... I want you to want me like that."
You stared at him a moment before looking back to the rings. "I-I don't need a-"
"Pick." He said more firmly this time, grabbing your hips and pushing you towards the rings so you could see them better.
You grabbed a random one and handed it to him, he placed it back. "Different one, you'll hate this." When you saw what stone it was you agreed.
You thought long about it, if you picked one to get him off your back he'd tell you to try again, he knew you too well and you hadn't even realized he would.
Finally, you picked another one and handed it to him. He stared at it and looked back to you before setting it down again. "Pick one you actually want to wear."
You looked back to the cloth. "I did and you put it back."
Duff rolled his eyes. "You keep asking for my approval, you don't do that." He was right, you never asked his permission or advice. You did as you pleased and he backed you up, it's one of the things he loved about you. You didn't take no, you had an opinion and you stuck by it.
Some called you stubborn but now you knew which ring to pick.
You handed it to him and held your hand out. "I thought I just-"
"Put it on." You said, interrupting him for once. You weren't asking, you were telling, and he did it with a smile. Holding your hand gently in his and pushing the ring onto your finger before kissing your knuckle sweetly.
#guns n roses#guns n roses fanfic#guns n roses x reader#gnr#guns n roses smut#gnr fic#gnr fanfiction#gnr x reader#guns n roses imagine#gnr smut#gunsnfuckinroses#gunsnroses#guns and roses#duff mckagan x reader#duff mckagan smut#duff mckagan fanfic#duff gnr#duff mckagan
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axl wearing black nail polish is so cunty to me
#axl 🌹rose#guns n roses#gnr#music#1980s#rockstar aesthetic#80s rock#glam rock#early 80s#idol#gunners#this is for all u izzy and axl fans#axl rose x reader#axl rose#william bruce rose jr#w axl rose#axl gnr#ginger#he’s so cunty#i want him to fuck me all night long#i love you so much#he’s so daddy#hard rock#classic rock#gunsnfuckinroses#guns and roses#my axl rose husband#he’s so majestic#i want to be him#lead singer
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