#duff McKagan fan fic

[thesmokingguns]

Four seasons w/ Duff McKagan

She loved bathing in sun rays and running in the rain. Her heart felt the fullest during a snowstorm that howled away the loud thoughts of her mind. But fall, fall was the reminder that life was short and all things died but fuck was there beauty in that.

Maybe that’s why she dated boys from September to November. Kissing under trees that spilled their leaves like girls spill secrets. Holding hands in haunted houses where shocks of fright made her smile so hard it hurt the next day. Sex on pokey straw in the back of boys pickup trucks who used their fumbling hands to worship her like Sunday surface.

But LA didn’t have all four seasons so instead of getting to live her four lives she lived one. And if was milking her.

Until she met him.

All blonde hair and thinly veiled promises. Sweet reminders of all the season in his cocky shy smile. He gave her all four seasons everytime they were together.

He gave her the burn of the summer on her cheeks when he whispered things to her in back alley ways they used like bedrooms. He reminded her of winter when things between them would get cold and he wouldn’t talk to her on tour, doing things she was sure would break her heart. He thawed her out when he came home again. And broke her all over again in fall.

Love.

All four seasons of it.

[duffslut]

By the pool

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist

Word Count: 890

Warnings: Smut! Minors DNI.

It was the hottest night that summer, you were melting in the heat of your hotel room when you finally decided to go to the pool, it was night and you would probably be the only one there, and it's wasn't like you had any company to call, since you had decided to travel alone.

You heard some rumors as you walked down the hallway towards the pool, apparently some rock band was staying at the same hotel as you, but you didn't care much, until you got to the pool area and were paralyzed by what you saw, four guys slumped on sun loungers around the pool, countless bottles of whiskey on the floor, and one last guy in the pool, who had an incredibly lit cigarette between his lips. You thought about just turning around and going back to the room, but it was too late, now they were all staring at you, you tried to cover your body with your towel, and felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

- You guys are scaring the poor girl you fuckers. - The guy in the pool said, and you thought you recognized his voice from somewhere, but it was only when he brushed his long, curly hair away from his face that you realized who they were, the band people were talking about in the hallway was GUNS N FUCKING ROSES.

- I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to bother you, I swear I'm not a crazy fan. - You spoke too fast. - I mean, I'm a fan actually, but I didn't know you guys were here.

They laughed, and Axl passed you a bottle of whiskey, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, you couldn't refuse, and maybe the drink would take away some of your shyness since Slash, from the pool, hadn't taken his eyes off you since you arrived.

- What's your name? - Slash asked you.

- Y/n. - You said, trying to seem calm, when in reality you were completely in love with him, he had always been your favorite member of the band, and you had never imagined meeting him like this.

- Great, Y/n, now would you mind lighting my cigarette for me? - He said as drops of water ran down his hair and wet his angelic face.

Somewhere in your body, you felt yourself getting wet too, why did he have to be so hot? And why did he have to look deep into your eyes while you lit the cigarette on his lips?

- Is it cold? - You asked about the pool water.

- No, it's actually quite hot. - Slash said, smiling at his pun.

You put one foot in the water and were thinking about joining Slash in the pool when you heard nervous footsteps.

- Come on Axl, don't be mad! - Izzy said but it was too late, the redhead just turned around and said "you can all suck my dick".

As soon as the vocalist left, the rest of the boys left too, each in a different direction, leaving you and Slash alone.

- So... He really is hot-headed, huh? - You said, looking at Slash, now without hiding your desire to grab him right there.

- He has his reasons. - He said, then he placed his big hand on your thigh and your whole body heated up.

All you could think about was how many times you had imagined those hands, touching you exactly the same way he played his guitar. Slash noticed how you rolled your eyes just at the touch of his hand, and realized that you wanted the same thing as him. He flicked his cigarette butt away from the pool and now concentrated on untying the side ties of your bikini. You looked around apprehensively, even though it was dark in the pool, just a few meters away from you, guests were passing by, entering and leaving the hotel.

You put your hand in his hair as he began to kiss the inside of your thighs, your whole body shivered, and you noticed that Slash was already hard, as he constantly touched his crotch under the water, so you decided to help him massaging his cock with your feet while he brought his lips closer and closer to your pussy, he kissed your clit through the fabric of your bikini, before lowering it completely. You lost your mind when his soft, wet lips finally touched your pussy, your body leaned back and your fingers tugged at the strands of his hair, his tongue knew exactly what to do, he ate you like he was desperate for it, sucking every inch of you, drowning his face between your legs, you controlled your moans but Slash didn't seem to care, he murmured and moaned breathlessly while you massaged his cock still over his shorts underwater. You knew you were about to cum when Slash stuck a finger inside you and started finger fucking you while still sucking you with his eyes closed, there was no time to warn him, you came right in his mouth, and he gave you a satisfied smile before jumping out of the pool.

- See that? - He pointed to the bulge in his crotch. You could almost see the veins of his dick showing through his shorts, he wasn't wearing any underwear. - We need to sort this out. What's your room?

[ascendthisday]

That Time

Pairing: Duff McKagan/Steven Adler

Word Count: 4,600~

Info: No Smut, Fluff, Happy Ending, Boys In Love, Drug Use, Overdosing, Songfic, Teeth, Smoking, Blood, Nosebleed, Kissing, Almost death

Summary: “Duff! Look at this!” Steven squealed, his blond mop of hair shaking with his exaggerated nodding as he pointed at the pavement with excitement. He had run a few yards ahead of the other man, so Duff had to jog to catch up with him. Duff’s obnoxiously loud chained belt jingled against his leather pants every thickly soled step he made. “Huh,” He hummed as he stared down at the concrete, touching hips with the drummer, “that’s weird.”

Authors Note: been a busy busy bee lately, sorry for not posting! getting back into the general glide of things though, so expect more in the next few weeks!! this is old, but good nonetheless

Hey, remember that time when I found a human tooth

Down on Delancey? 

      “Duff! Look at this!” Steven squealed, his blond mop of hair shaking with his exaggerated nodding as he pointed at the pavement with excitement. He had run a few yards ahead of the other man, so Duff had to jog to catch up with him. Duff’s obnoxiously loud chained belt jingled against his leather pants every thickly soled step he made. “Huh,” He hummed as he stared down at the concrete, touching hips with the drummer, “that’s weird.” On the ground sat two yellowed human teeth. They were wedged in the crack between the sidewalk's concrete panels, surrounded by weeds and grass that had managed to shimmy their way into the crevice. It was almost as if they had been pulled directly from the root with their long prong-esque legs still attached. Steven folded himself in half, his leather jacket sliding up his shoulders and his wild mess of hair curtaining around his face, and swept the teeth into his hands. 

      “Ew, man! Gross!” Duff groaned as Steven tucked the teeth into the back pocket of his jeans. “Hey, you never know when you might need some teeth. Maybe they’ll be my good luck charm- or something like that.” He giggled as he stared at himself in the reflection of the bassist's sunglasses. “Maybe, or they’ll give you AIDs.” The taller man retorted. Steven frowned, pulling the usual grin he sported off of his mouth immediately. Duff knew how he felt about those jokes; his history, why would he say that? The tooth discussion didn’t linger on much longer, though. Instead, they walked back to their home, the ‘hell house’ in all of its glory, clouded by an awkward aura of- well- something indescribable.   

Hey, remember that time when we decided to kiss anywhere except the mouth? 

      That aura tugged down on their shoulders until they wandered into Steven’s rather unclean bedroom. It wasn’t disgusting- more so an organized mess. Things were piled up in thick hills along the floor, but had you asked Steven to bring you even the tiniest pin, he could find it in seconds. He was just special in that way. “I’m sorry,” Duff mumbled as he wrapped himself around the smaller man. His warm body heat seeped through his own t-shirt and Steven's layers of leather and cotton. “‘s okay,” Steven murmured back as he took a handful of steps toward his mattress, twirled himself- and Duff around, and fell backward on top of the lanky man. “Oh!” Duff huffed as the wind was knocked out of him. He sputtered out stringy waves of blond and lightly shoved Steven off of him. The drummed grinned and rolled himself onto his side, propping his head up onto his hand. 

     “I’m bored. Let’s play a game!” Steven whined and playfully batted his eyelashes at the man. “Whaddya thinkin’ of?” The bassist responded as he pulled off his sunglasses and placed them atop his head. “Kiss me. Kiss me anywhere except my lips.” He grinned. Duff gave him a little smirk, pushed Steven over, threw his lanky legs over his waist, and began to assault him with kisses while straddling him. He kissed along his shoulders. Then, pulled up his shirt to pepper soft pecks against his fishnet-covered ribs. Next, his navel. As he slid lower and lower down the drummer's body, his kisses trailed onto his jeans and down his thighs. Floaty giggles echoed around the room as Steven relished the feeling of Duff’s chapped lips against his ankles. “Don’t- Don’t kiss my toes!” Steven yelped between flurried hiccups as Duff got closer and closer to the skin that was concealed in his dirty Converse.  

Hey, remember that time when my favorite colors was pink and green? 

     Duff obeyed and kissed his way back up Steven's body, trailing directly on top of the previous kisses he had left just mere moments ago. Unlike his previous endeavors, Duff kissed past his shoulders and danced his way down his arms, one at a time. He placed sweet little pecks to the respective heart and drumstick on each shoulder when the time came. Steven let out soft little puffs of air as his heart dramatically thumped against his ribcage. Sure, they were intimate in a lot of ways, but something about this was different. It was almost romantic. Duff trailed through his downy arm hair and to his thickly decorated wrists. “Pink,” Duff whispered, holding one of his thin wrists in his palm, “and green.” He pulled both wrists together and held the colors side by side. “Our favorite!” Steven cheekily smiled at the bassist. 

     Duff blushed, remembering that the thin twine bracelets had originally been a matching set shared between the two of them, but the thread was too itchy for Duff, so Steven settled on wearing both of them. The jewelry was originally bought by Slash, a gift that he had justified with a snarky remark along the lines of 'If you guys wanna act like a couple so much, you should go ahead and be part of a pair,’ which was backhanded yet sweet. A lot of things Slash said were like that, twisted in some way or another. Duff didn’t even really like green that much, but he knew Steven loved pink, so he compromised. Since then, Steven had been convinced that green was his favorite color ever. He never complained. The bassist grinned back at him as he placed a final kiss on Steven's fingertip. Then, he pulled away and sat upright, just for a moment. As soon as he was fully up, he was back down with his lips centimeters away from Stevens. The drummer squeaked and blinked his eyes. Hard.  

Hey, remember that month when I only ate boxes of tangerines? 

So cheap and juicy! 

Tangerines. 

     “Do you think I’ve earned a kiss on the mouth yet?” Duff hummed as his breath ghosted against Steven's lips. “Your breath tastes like oranges- no, tangerines! Are you doing that thing where that's all you eat again?” Steven let out a nervous chortle as he jokingly licked at the air. Duff dramatically threw his head back and groaned. “That was one time, man!” He hissed as his sunglasses slid off of his head. “Damn it.” The older man groaned and awkwardly grasped around the area behind him. Unfortunately for both of them, the area behind Duff happened to be Steven's waistband. “My dick!” he yelped, shooting forward at the sudden pain that raced through his torso. Duff didn’t have time to react to his sudden screech Steven lurched forward and smacked his head straight into his nose. 

     “Fuck!” Duff exclaimed and slid back while desperately holding his nose. Big tears bubbled over his waterline immediately. “Oh- baby, shit. I'm sorry. Let me see.” Steven rambled as he sat up and pulled away his worn hands. Duff nervously combed his fingers through his blond hair, smearing red through his gold and black mane. “Is it bad?” He whimpered. “No, it’s um, it’s fine. You’ll probably just have a little bump or something.” Steven desperately stumbled over his words. He knew Duff’s nose would most definitely leave with more than ‘just a little bump,’ but that wouldn’t make anything better. His hands shakily wiped away the blood from his upper lip. “It’s fine,” Steven reassured him and wiped a little bit of crimson away and onto Duff’s shirt. His tears puddled into dark spots on his already black shirt. It didn’t even hurt that bad! He wasn’t sure why he was crying. The bassist nervously wiped his clammy hands onto his leather slacks, leaving a trail of wet condensation on his thighs.  

Hey, remember that time when I would only read Shakespeare? 

     “It’s not bad, I swear. It’s kind of silly!” He awkwardly chuckled and held Duff’s head in his palms. “Silly? Kind of like your Shakespearean phase?” Duff grinned through his soft tears and bloody nose, a little bit of both haphazardly dripping into his open-mouthed grin. Steven nodded and pressed their lips together. His calloused fingers swept away his blubbery tears before loosely intertangling his fingers to the roots of his black-streaked blond hair. Duff let out little puffy moans into his mouth, occasionally shaking the both of them with little hiccuped sobs. Copper, iron, and whatever other metallic tastiest were out there flooded Steven's mouth. It was gross, but so were they! Their tongues lightly teased against either one, not fighting for dominance but simply prodding against each other.  Steven pulled away with a sweet slightly rust-colored smile. 

     “Exactly. Just like when I would only read Shakespeare.” Duff smiled back and let out a shaky sigh. The bassists’ palms found themself lightly rested upon his chest, running through his coarse chest hair through his fishnet top. The drummer chuckled at the contact, shivering at his warm hands against his cold skin. His slightly dirty fingernails drew deep swirls along his skin. Steven sighed and pulled off his leather jacket, throwing it off into the mess that was his room. It smacked against the carpet with a thick thump. They sat there, staring into each other's eyes. “I think all the blood loss is making me stupid,” Duff murmured, “stupider.” He pushed his head into the crook of Steven's neck. “Hey! If anyone here is the stupid one, it’s me!” Steven chuckled and placed a kiss on the side of Duff’s mouth, lightly pulling his head away from his neck with a fistful of hair. The crusted blood on his upper lip awkwardly began to dry and crack as Duff became more talkative, but he still looked gorgeous. He never looked bad, not to Steven at least.  

Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Parliaments? 

     “I need a smoke.” Duff sighed. “Oh! Oh- I’ve got you, man.” The drummer grinned, shoving the lanky man off of him. He scrambled toward the headboard of his bed- or where it would be, had he had one. Steven shuffled through the gunk shoved between the wall and his mattress before triumphantly pulling out three different cigarette boxes and a baggie. “Take your pick.” Steven placed his assorted white boxes- and bag into Duff’s lap. He hummed back and stared at the random smokes.  “How did you end up with such a variety?” He snorted, picking up the Parliament lights first. The light blue stared back at him as he knocked back the top of the box. “Oh- every time I hook up with a chick at her place when she goes to piss, I hunt for cigarettes and whatever else I can find. Normally, they don’t say nothing!” Duff fished his lighter out of the pocket of his slacks and plucked out one of the white tubes. Tucking it safely between his teeth, Duff flicked his lighter one, twice and successfully inhaled a lungful of smoke. 

Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Marlboros? 

      Sour grey fled from Duff’s lips as he exhaled. Steven leaned over and pulled out the red-dipped Marlboro box. “Lemme see your light.” He grunted, putting out a flat palm toward Duff and grabbing at the air. Duff chuckled and dropped the piece of purple translucent plastic into his hand, exhaling little puffs of smoke. “So, what's in the bag?” Duff questioned, holding the opaque plastic up and giving it a little shake. “Huh. I dunno!” Steven shrugged and lit the cigarette held haphazardly between his lips. The orangeish filter peeked out from his mouth. “How the hell do you not know? Can I look?” The older man spewed questions at him, already tugging off the rubber band that kept the baggie closed. 

     His sudden wonder at the drummer's baggie of secrets made him want to get up and bombard the bassist with every ounce of love he had, but for some reason, he wanted to come off as cool. He didn’t know why. Duff had seen him at his absolutely dorkiest moments. Steven just nodded, pulling the cigarette from his lips to puff smoke at Duff. “C’mon, it’s a surprise! Don’t play bored, you wanna know what's in it just as bad as I do.” He giggled and waved the accumulating cloud of smoke away from his face. Stevens' cooled facade broke at the bassist's ever-so-sweet chuckle, making him also burst into ever-so-familiar giggles.  

Hey, remember that time when I was broke? 

I didn't care; I just bummed from my friends

Bum bum bum bum bum

Bum bum bum bum bum 

      Duff finally got the stubborn baggie open and was instantly excited by what he saw. A loose mixture of random cigarettes and joints freely blended among each other. “Oh! You know what, that’s where I put all of my random shit. Most of it is like- hand rolled and homegrown and all of that organic shit.” Steven explained as he snatched the bag from his hands and pulled out a rather pathetic looking joint. “Some of our peers cannot roll for shit! Not saying who but his name may or may not rhyme with uh- Paxil Hose.” The drummer giggled and placed one of the tan, thinly rolled joints in Duff’s palm. “Oh, damn. That is plain sad, man.” He mumbled as he examined it between two fingers. Haphazardly, he ashed his cigarette on Steven's mattress, to which he groaned but remained wordless, and placed the joint between his now empty lips. The paper was ever so slightly unraveling on the side, so Duff licked out a small line against the rolling paper. Steven grinned at the thin smell of weed that hazed around the room as Duff brought his lighter to the twisted tip of the joint. 

    Duff inhaled a thick gasp of smoke and held it in. One, two, three. Then, he exhaled a small handful of coughs. “Shit. This shit is… Jesus! Nasty.” He sputtered and placed the blunt between Steven's v-shaped fingers. The drummer pulled the cigarette from between his lips and carefully slotted it between Duff’s lips. He gently and carefully enclosed them around it. The familiar, safe tobacco clouded his mouth as he inhaled. Steven took a thick mouthful of smoke from the joint. Duff was right, it was like- putrid. God, what the hell kind of dank did Axl have in his possession? “Fuck! Ew.” He coughed and groaned while ruffling his hands through his wiry mane. The slowly burning joint inches just a centimeter too close to his hair and burnt away a few hairs before Duff noticed. “Steven- Steven!” Duff yelped, swatting at his hair. “You’re gonna fuckin’ catch yourself on fire, man.” He chuckled, wiping away at the singed hair near his temple. 

Hey, remember that time when you OD'ed? 

     “Fuck. Is it cold in here, or is that just me? It’s like- I dunno- I can’t breathe. Somethin’ on my chest.” Duff slurred, flexing his quickly numbing fingers. “You okay?” Steven questioned, spitting it out. A thin sheen of sweat licked across Duff’s clammy skin. He felt as if his brain was leaking from his ears. “Duff?” Steven questioned and grabbed his face with one hand. “Dude- speak to me here. You’re freaking me out.” A big nervous smile crept up upon his lips as he gripped Duff’s shoulder. Duff didn’t respond. Instead, his head just lolled off to the side. When the fuck had he passed out? “Duff!” He hissed. “Duff, get up. This isn’t fucking funny.” He smacked the side of his feverish cheek, desperately waiting for his eyes to flutter open. But, they didn’t. He was still breathing small shallow breaths. His heart was still thumping under Steven’s palm, which had snaked down to his left breast to feel his heartbeat because, well, Steven didn’t know where the hell a pulse point was!  

     “Axl! Slash! One of you get the fuck in here! Get the damn phone!” Steven screeched, his brain finally catching up on the fact that Duff had overdosed. It was weird because Steven wasn’t overdosing. Had he not taken the exact same shit? He felt fine, barely even high. So what the hell had happened? He truly didn’t know. Finally, Axl skittered down the hallway, dressed only in a big graphic shirt, his red boxers, and tube socks with their shared janky Motorola DynaTAC in hand. “What? What? The hell is happening?” He groaned, sleep-laced voice croaking mid-sentence. His fists rubbed at his eyes for a moment. “Oh. Shit.” He cursed, taking in Duff’s slightly blue drool-coated lips. It’s almost as if he was snapped away. Axl feverishly punched in ‘9-1-1’ into the phone as he muttered under his breath. 

    This freaked Steven the fuck out, more so than he already was. Big fat tears rolled down his rosy cheeks as he held the bassist to his chest. “If you die, I’ll kill myself just to kill you again.” He hiccuped into his blond hair while Axl grumbled out their address to the operator on the other end of the phone. “Hey, Stevie, roll him on his side, will ya? Thanks.” Axl barked as he shoved himself into a pair of jeans, the phone still propped up to his ear with his shoulder. “No- no not you, my roommate. Why would I tell you that?” He groaned at the phone, his voice becoming quieter and quieter as he receded into the other end of the house in search of his sneakers. Steven sat there, silent. Simply waiting. Luckily for him and Duff, when the men plucked out their home from the many selections they were given they chose the one closest to the local emergency room. It doesn’t hurt to be prepared sometimes.  

Hey, remember that other time when you OD'ed for the second time? 

      The door was opened and Duff was gone before Steven could think about it too much. He saw the paramedics. He knows they flashed a light in his eyes and murmured something about ‘fentanyl' while ushering him onto a stretcher. He knows that he told them too much about Duff- like that he had seven siblings and that his favorite color was green while frantically showing these strangers his bracelets. Axl had come mid-rant and told Steven to go put on his shoes- despite him already having them on so that he could actually give them Duff’s information. During this, Steven ran circles around the house, desperately looking for something- anything to do. Then, it clicked. Paper. He licked the paper. Steven wasn’t sure he had ever run so fast. “Axl- he- the paper! Duff licked it.” He blubbered, grabbing the ginger man by the shoulders. Axl grunted and placed his hands on Steven’s shoulders, mimicking his pose. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Slow down, calm yourself and tell me in the car.” The vocalist spoke, rubbing Steven's shoulders. This was probably the nicest he had ever been to Steven. 

     The drummer scrambled to get in Axl’s janky Chevrolet Cavalier. The two of them rushed to the car. Though Steven was quicker in his movements, Axl moved with just as much urgency. Axl didn’t bother to get buckled. It was a short ride and hell, they were already going to the hospital anyways! With the speed he rushed to get buckled, Stevens' fishnet shirt got buckled in with him, the belt interlacing between the wide diamonds of thread. He ripped the shirt out of it, leaving a wide hole next to his ribs. The car was technically new, yes, but the thing was a fourth of the original price because half of the parts had already been stripped for cash. So, it barely sputtered to life. They weren’t quite sure how it was still running. Axl drummed his palms against the wheel as he backed out of their driveway.  

     “Okay. Spill.” He sighed out, pushing softly on the gas. The car couldn’t go a mile over 30, or it’d die on them. “So- um, y’know that one joint you gave me a few weeks ago?” Steven nervously wrung his hands. “Excuse me? The one that went fucking missing? You asshole! You told me you didn’t touch that shit when it went missing!” Axl screeched. “Okay failure on my behalf to mention that. Oops. Anyways- um do you know where the weed- or the paper came from?” He sheepishly continued, staring at Axl’s clenched jaw. “I dunno- some chick. Sophia or something.” He groaned, sensing that he knew exactly where this was going. “Okay well, Sophia was out to get you or something because it was starting to unravel in his hand n’ then he licked it and- I think he felt fine when he took a hit, and then he was all hauled ass up!” Steven rambled as the car screeched to a halt. The parking job was shit, neither of them had even really realized they had gotten to the hospital yet. “Shit. Shit. Okay- fuck! We’re here.” Axl hissed as he backed out of the car, Steven shortly following suit. 

Well, in the waiting room while waiting for news of you

I hallucinated I could read your mind 

They didn’t talk during the walk inside, nor did they talk while Axl explained their situation to the sweet old receptionist. Thick honey-like tension dripped from both of them. Not only was Duff quite literally in the hospital, but Steven also had sticky fingers! In his defense, he didn’t mean to steal it. Sometimes, you’re just a little absent-minded. It happens to like- everyone. No Biggie. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Axl finally spoke with a heavy sigh. “I dunno,” Steven replied as he picked through the handful of magazines on a side table. Truth be told, he could care less about whatever celebrity drama was happening right now, but what else could he do? They were quite literally sitting ducks. The receptionist had told Axl that she’d call out his name as soon as she knew Duff was conscious and visitable, but for now, they should just wait. For a while, sitting down was fine. 

     Then, this dull poking sensation in Steven's buttocks got unbearable, so he stood up and fished whatever it was out of his back pocket. “My teeth!” He grinned, holding the yellow enamel in his palm. “What the fuck!” Axl yelped as he stared down at the two teeth that sat in Steven’s palm. “Me n’ Duff found ‘em earlier. I think they’re lucky.” He smiled, giving them a small shake. In reality, if they were anything, they’d be unlucky. How else could he explain that his best friend overdosed mere hours after they discovered them? It’s fine. Axl didn’t need to know that! “You’re fucking gross.” He grumbled, throwing himself down onto one of the hard plastic waiting room chairs. It was Steven’s turn to get up and pace back and forth. He rubbed the teeth around in his palm as he burned a hole in the tiles. Occasionally, his converse would let out a grotesque squeak which was followed by a large grey scuff across the floor and he’d mutter out a sheepish apology. His feet never stopped moving. With his teeth in hand, Steven prayed for the first time in years. Unfortunately, his mind wandered too often to have a focused prayer session. 

     ‘God if you hear this, can you get Duff out of this god-awful place already? It smells so fake- sterilized? Is that a word? Thanks. Could you imagine if I could read Duff's mind? That’s crazy. I bet he’s dreaming about screwing some broad or something. I wish I had arm candy as often as he did. I want candy. God- please grant me the wish to have even just a dollar in my wallet. I want a Snickers bar, dude! I’m tired. Anyways- back to Duff. When he gets out of here, you should give us some cash to go to Burger King or something. Hide it under the couch, if you’re even listening. Thanks, God.’  

     That was Stevens' exact thought process. Thank God for simple-minded men, such as Steven Adler.  

And I was on a lot of shit too, but what I saw, man, I tell you it was freaky 

      “Michael Andrew McKagan? Is there someone here for a- uh, Michael Andrew McKagan?” A nurse in polka-dotted scrubs questioned. Axl raised his hand, got out of his seat, grabbed Steven by the wrist, and led him through the white hospital hallway. “Doctors, man. They make me so nervous.” Steven hissed, using his free hand to wipe his hair out of his face. “Oh, I can tell. You’re soaked in sweat.” Axl grinned back, just as sardonic as ever. He sputtered. Steven wasn’t actually sure how Axl knew where to go. Either Axl could actually read people's minds, or Steven had just zoned out on the part where the nurse told them where to go. It’s probably the latter. That vague, sad crying noise that every hospital seemed to have echoed around the stark halls as they reached the door. The drummer felt nauseous but, hey, someone else in the facility probably felt worse! So, he didn’t feel as if his situation was all that bad after all. I mean, unless you count almost killing your best friend as bad, Then it was horrible. 

     “I’ll let you have your little sappy moment, try to make it quick, though. On the way home, we can grab fast food or something.” Axl coughed, standing outside the door like a guard dog. Maybe God had listened, after all. Steven stood still for a moment as he grasped the cool metal doorknob, just gazing at himself in the reflection. He looked like a mess, at least he did from the awkward angle that the silver knob was at. The slightly burnt spot in his hair looked more obnoxiously obvious. He shoved the teeth back into his pocket. Finally, he pushed the door open. Duff looked- well, better than expected, but still rough. “Steven!” He croaked from his spot in the bed, raising his IV’ed arms at him. The idea of a hug from the bassist was ever so beckoning, but terrifying at the same time. “I’m not gonna break, probably, c’mon man!” He grinned. Steven mimicked his beam and rushed at the man. A blur of blond hair, denim, and fishnet stormed across the floor impossibly fast. The two of them giggled as they became entangled with each other. “Are you crying?” Duff mumbled into his wild hair.  

     “Man, shut up, Michael.” 

     “Don’t call me that! Asshat.” Duff teased. Steven didn’t even know his name was ever anything other than Duff, he didn't look like a ‘Michael’. “You look like shit, sorry about y’know,” Steven paused as he stared up at him, “everything.” Duff just smiled down at him and reassuringly rubbed his back. Whoever had cleaned him up had wiped away the crusted blood on his upper lip. His lips were more red; properly colored. He looked alive, once more. “It’s whatever. I was already a little wasted when we left the house, anyways. Whatever the hell was in that joint did not mix well with the shit I had already taken.” He giggled, resting his chin on top of Steven’s head. 

     “Axl’s here, y’know? He cried a little bit, I think.”  

     “Oh, like this is the first overdose he’s witnessed in this band!” 

Freaky.

[stevenssticks]

Welcome to my blog!!!

hello y’all! you can call me P. i’m new to the metal and grunge scene online but have been a fan for a long time! i’m here to make some friends and read and write fanfiction.

I’m not really interested in writing full stories right now but blurbs are cool!!! I’m warming up to this

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN.

🚨🚨i am starting college on Aug 30th!!!! i will not be as active from then on🚨🚨

please see more below abt what i will and will not write.

Who I like:

Steven Adler!!!!!!!! (MY NUMBER ONE MAN), Jason Newsted!!!, Cliff Burton!!!, James Hetfield, Izzy Stradlin, Slash, Kirk Hammett, Dave Mustaine!!!!, Duff Mckagan, Zakk Wylde, Chris Cornell, Eddie Vedder, Layne Staley, Jerry Cantrell, Mike Starr, Nick Menza, Jonathan Davis, Robert Plant, Steve Vai, Dimebag Darrell

What I WILL NOT WRITE

christmas fics, kid fics, pregnancy, x male reader (sorry guys im afab and don’t feel like i would be able to write it well), whips/chains, public sex (no i’m not talking abt some teasing under the table at dinner that’s fine), cnc (consent non consent), ddlg, blood/knives, watersports god no i’m sorry, scat, just a lot of stuff that might be seen as “extreme”

if consent is dubious i will always note ahead of time that both people are willing participants.

[unknownperson246]

Fan fic writing

I’m going to start writing fics pls send me any requests for them thanks!!

Bands I will write about:

Guns N’ Roses

Motley Crue

poison

Metallica

Any rock and roll bands

people I will write about:

Axl rose

duff McKagan

Steven Adler

slash

Izzy stradlin

Nikki sixx

mick Mars

Vince Neil

Tommy Lee

I will write about anything Rock and roll related so the people not on this list I will and can write about 😝

I will write any kinks except the ones I won’t include

Kinks that I won’t write about:

shit kinks

piss kinks

[brunette-barbie4562]

I haven’t wrote fan fiction in years but after spending the summer attending a bunch of Guns shows I’m considering writing a multi-chapter Duff McKagan X OC fic if there is interest. Would anyone be be interested in reading?

[misswhiskeyheart]

Nylon

“How do you work with those stiffs?” You watched him from the bed, moving through the room and discarding his shirt. “It pays the bills,” you said. Duff came to your side of the bed, standing in front of you. A sly smile across his face as his eyes flicked over your reclining form. He stepped forward, beginning to lean over you before you raised a nylon stocking-clad foot to his chest, stopping him in his tracks. He looked confused. “I don’t hear you complaining when it pays for things you like.”

MissWhiskey_Heart on AO3.

[slashxrose]

do you guys know about a good slash/guns n roses fanfic on wattpad? every one I've been reading ends being sh'it

hd photo from the guys thanking the help ♡

[ubernoxa]

The Dare: A Guns an’ Roses Fanfic

Chapter 37: Great Party Mags

Pairing: Duff/OC

Story Summary: A stupid harmless dare, that’s all it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be something they would do, and never revisit. For Delilah, little did she know that visiting the strip wasn’t going to be a one time thing when she made the choice to accept the dare. Life is full of choices. Some choices can mean absolutely nothing, while others can change your entire world. Delilah had heard many rumors about the Sunset Strip or Devil’s Strip. Teenagers would whisper stories about how the Devil walks the streets of the strips without a care in the world. It was known as a place untouched by God. After years of hearing rumors about the Devil’s Strip, Delilah wants to see it for herself. Thus a Dare was born.

Masterlist

Taglist: @gingerspicetalks @str4nge-haze @dustnbones @queen-crue

The girls had swarmed him all night, and he felt like a damn king. They all wanted to fuck a rockstar, but sadly he only had time for one. Axl put on his boot and checked his hair in the bathroom mirror. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror, he could get used to this. The elaborate mansion and girls were one of the many perks he was looking forward to when Guns made it big.

The live band still played and he wanted to groan as they butchered another Motley Crue song. He was never a fan of Motley, but it burned his ears to hear a song that was born on Sunset Strip butchered. He was promised a rock band and they were mediocre at best. He smirked to himself at the thought of the band getting booed off stage. They would never survive the strip. They could play some cover songs, but they were missing the spark, that special thing that makes someone remember them. They were just a bunch of rock wannabes who live off their parent’s money. They were 100% forgettable.

“Heeey, you’re that singer right? I saw you sing last week!” A brunette stumbled over towards him, partially spilling her drink on the table next to him.

“Axl Rose the one and only,” Axl looked her up and down, a model, he told himself. She must be some sort of model.

Axl’s attention was pulled from the brunette model as a familiar face caught his attention. A face he had only seen once. A face he hoped he wouldn’t have to see again.

Axl lost control of his feet as he slowly walked over towards Matt, Del’s ex-fiancé, who was standing off in a hallway. An unsettling feeling filled Axl as he slowly walked into the hallway where Matt was.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Axl shouted, making sure to pull all attention towards him.

“It’s a party Axl. I thought a trash wannabe rocker like you would know that,” Matt laughed back.

“Axl,” Del shot out of the room at the sound of the singer’s voice. When she opened the door, she Alsace a situation that was already out of hand. Matt was pushed against the hallway wall, pinned by Axl, unable to move. With one of his hands tightly wrapped around Matt’s collar, Axl held him in the air. Axl’s other hand formed a fist, waiting for Matt to give him one last reason to best the living shit out of him.

Axl shot a quick look at Del, fear was laced in her tone as she stepped forward.

“Did they touch you?” Axl’s voice was sharp as he spoke. Del could tell he was drinking, and that wasn’t the most unsettling part. There was nothing more wild than a drunk Axl hungry for blood,

“No Ax..I’m fine. They just wanted to invite me to a small party for a childhood friend of mine. The party is to celebrate her engagement, nothing more,” Del talked in a soft voice in hopes to calm him down.

“Give me a reason Del. Give me a reason not to punch him in the fucking face,” Axl’s tone was soft, but laced with poison as he spoke. He could feel Matt’s breath, wild and out of control like a bunny that was about to be devoured by a wolf.

“Because he is not fucking worth it Ax. He is nothing, but a washed up piece is shit. Punching him won’t make anything better,” on the outside Del maintained a calm composure, but on the inside all hell had broken loose. She hated Matt. She hated the bruises he left on her arm. She hated the way he talked to her. Despite everything, she wanted to see Axl beat the living shit out of Matt. She wanted to see him pay the price, but that wasn’t right. That would only make things worse. Violence would always bring more violence. She looked back at Axl who was currently staring down Matt like a wolf about to devour his prey.

Del quickly turned towards Mark, remembering his threat about telling Duff that she was sleeping with Axl. It was a lie, a complete and utter lie. She didn’t want to take the chance that Duff would believe her over them, she didn’t want their lie to plant a seed of doubt into Duff’s head. She loved him, she truly did.

“Axl, they aren’t worth it,” this time Del’s voice was sharp as she spoke.

Axl let go of Matt who stumbled over towards Mark, pure terror filling his eyes.

“Don’t forget these,” Matt said, handing Del the pillow and blanket that she originally came for. That’s right, Del reminded herself. She still had a task she had to complete. She had to help Mags.

When Del walked next to him to grab the items, he whispered, “see you Sunday.” She didn’t respond as she took the items for Mags and headed down the hallway, wanting to get as far away from Mark and Matt as possible.

Del wanted to cry. She wanted to break down and cry, but as she heard Axl’s boots against the tiled floor, she knew she had to keep it together.

“Where is Duff?” Del looked over towards Axl who resembled a volcano about to erupt.

“Upstairs taking care of another problem,” Del’s tone was sharp, but it didn't go far. She knew that he could see the tears that lingered in her eyes as he walked next to her. She wanted to leave this party as soon as possible, and didn’t have time for silly tears.

“He shouldn’t have left you,” Axl seemed to calm down a little, but not enough to put Del at ease.

“You should stop in a bathroom before we meet up with Duff,” Axl pointed out, causing Del to stop dead in her tracks.

“Why?” The moment she spoke those words, Axl placed his hand on her forearm, and for the first time Del saw something in Axl’s eyes.

The chaos or passion that resided in them was replaced with concern. That’s when it clicked in Del’s head. Axl knew. Axl put the pieces together, and saw the big picture on what was going on.

“Because he will want you to tell him what happened if you present yourself like this,” the pair of them remained frozen in another hallway lined with mirrors. Del turned her head and a ghostly figure in front of her.

“And you don’t seem to want to talk about it,” Axl added.

She knew it was herself that was standing in the mirror. Her hair was still styled the same way and she was wearing the same clothes as earlier, but that’s not what Axl was hinting at. He saw the sadness that had developed in her own eyes. He recognized the fear that was laced across her features.

“Can you bring these to Mag’s she is up one more floor and in the bathroom of the third room on the right?” Axl simply shook his head no.

“Why?” Del shot back, nor understanding Axl’s reluctance.

“If you think I am going to let you walk around this party while Matt and Mark are here you are dead wrong,” Del nodded her head as she handed Axl the pillow and blankets and headed off towards the nearest bathroom. The sound of Axl’s boots on the tile floor filled the hallways.

Once inside, she slammed the door shut and locked it. When the first tear fell, the rest followed like a dam breaking and flooding a city.

Why? Why must they come back to her? Why couldn’t she escape her life?

“Everything will be fine,” Del said into the mirror. It was a lie that she was hoping that she, herself would believe.

There really wasn’t a reason for Duff to not want to go to the party. Granted he knew about her old life and how toxic it was, so maybe he did have a reason. Her mind spiraled again and again until she felt like it was going to explode.

Only a quiet knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Go away Axl,” Del shouted through the door still trying to deal with the tornado that was tearing through her head.

“Try again,” Del shot to her feet and unlocked the door without hesitation at the sound of his voice. She pulled Duff in close, tears still streaming down her face.

As she pulled away, she felt Duff begin to kiss the tears that remained on her cheeks. He then pulled her in close again, sending a thankful knod in the singer’s direction.

Axl stood watching, waiting for this moment to be over. He hated it so much when Duff cradled Del in his arms. He hated how she nuzzled her head deeper into his chest as he whispered sweet nothing into her ear. But most of all, he hated himself for fucking some chick, instead of watching over Del. To him, this was all his fault. He was the reason they ended up going to the party in the first place. Granted, Del brought it up, but he could have easily said no. Mags being here was a good enough reason to say no, and not a soul would have questioned it.

“God this party sucks,” Del mumbled, trying to get rid of the tension that had grown in the hallway and distract Duff from his current state.

“The band playing sucked too,” Duff added.

“Well that’s not a very nice to say,” Del replied in a teasing manner before wrapping her arms around Duff’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss as she stood on her toes in an attempt to match his height.

Del’s fingers mindlessly played with Duff’s hair as she felt his warm lips on her own. He tasted like peppermint vodka, quite an odd combo but still tasted like Duff.

Axl immediately left the scene since he had little desire to watch the pair make out. He took a deep breath before climbing the stairs to go check on Mags. With every step he questioned whether or not he was doing the right thing.

When he ran upstairs to get Duff after Del had locked herself in the bathroom for at least 10 minutes, he simply dropped the blankets off in front of the bathroom door and knocked before heading off with Duff to make sure that Del was right.

He determined that there were three reactions she could have when he knocked on the bathroom door for the second time to check on her. The first, the most likely, is that she would put on her tough face and cuss him out. The second is that she wouldn’t open the door for him, completely ignoring his presence. The third, without the doubt the least logical, is that she would let him check on her to make sure she was okay.

Axl knocked on the door and was immediately met with a messy haired Mags who had clearly enjoyed the pillow and blanket he brought her. After a couple of seconds of silence, Axl spoke. “How are you?”

“Ohh, Axl I’m fucking fantastic! I could honestly go run a marathon right now,” Axl smiled at her sarcasm as she spoke. At Least she was doing better. She was back to her old self of being a bitch to him, it was idly comforting.

“Good,” Axl replied, not wanting to add any sassy remarks and potentially angering her.

“Good?” She cocked an eyebrow at the red headed singer, confused on why he wasn’t being a complete dick.

“Yeah because that dick ass reporter Drew is downstairs and he doesn’t deserve you or your kid,” Axl spoke motioning toward her belly.

“Yeah..” Mags mumbled.

“Unless it isn’t his kid…” Axl said no louder than a whisper. He had to ask, he couldn’t help himself. He walked in on Mags and Duff fucking on their nasty ass couch. Granted it didn’t truly matter they were fucking at the time because neither of them had met Del yet, but Duff deserved to know if it was his kid.

“It’s Drew’s kid,” Mags shot back. She shook her head, she had done the math hundreds of times. There could be no way that it could be Duff’s kid, the timeline just didn’t add up.

Axl nodded his head, not truly believing her.

“Speaking of the giraffe, he is downstairs with Del. Apparently Mark and Matt, from her old life, had some words with Del,” Once Axl started talking Mags let him inside the bathroom. She needed to know what caused Del to cry in the bathroom, and she knew she wouldn’t be getting the story from Del. If she had the story, then she would be able to help Del later.

A knock on the bathroom door ended their conversation prematurely, but Axl was able to get through most of the story. Axl was surprised to see Izzy on the other side of it clearly ready to leave.

“You good?” Axl turned towards Mags as he spoke.

“Yeah, I’ll live another day,” Mags replied. For a quick second, a dangerous thought entered Mags’ brain. Maybe Axl wasn’t a complete dick.

“Is my brother coming with us?” Mags asked as she walked into the bedroom that adjoined the bathroom where she spent most of the party.

“Nah, him and his girl are staying. We didn’t tell him about how your night went because we didn’t want him to go all protective brother on you. If you want we can grab him real fast…” Mags quickly interrupted Duff before he could continue, “Nope, my brother doesn’t need to know what happened tonight.

Del sent Mags a concerned look which she quickly shrugged off as she walked over to give her a quick hug.

“I’m sorry,” Mags whispered in Del’s ear only loud enough for her to hear.

As they headed down the stairs, and outside the mansion Izzy took a quick look behind him to double check the space that had grown between their two groups. The first group which consited of only him and Axl was able to easily navigate through the party without any problem. Unlike the second group which consisted of Mags, Del, Duff and Slash. I say smirked as he saw Duff carrying a very drunk Slash on his back who was clearly the reason why they were so far behin. He chuckled to himself, a drunk slash can be one of the most distracted people he had ever met.

Upon confirmation that the second group wouldn’t hear what he was about to say he turned towards Axl.

“Are you going to tell me why your pants weren’t compellty buttoned when you opened the bathroom door?” Axl almost stopped in his tracks at Izzy’s question; however, he kept walking in fear of Izzy further misinterpreting his actions.

“WHOAH WHOAH WHOAH, I was just talking with her to make sure she was okay. Apparently Drew was there,” Axl watched as a small smirk formed on Izzy’s face.

“What?” Axl hissed, worried that Izzy wasn’t believing his story.

“I punched Drew in the face. It was really satisfying, you should try it sometime,” Axl couldn’t help but join Izzy in laughing.

“It’s on my bucket list. He has one of those very punchable faces. Anyway, how was tonight for your little business?” Axl asked, earning a sly smile from Izzy.

“Good,” was Izzy’s only response before hopping in the truck. Him being the only sober one, meant he was stuck driving back to the hell house.

It only took a couple of minutes before the second group piled into the car and they headed off towards home.

“Great party Mags, 10/10!” Slash shouted over the music.

Del and Mags immediately locked eyes and broke out into a contagious laughter that filled the truck.

[primal-screamer-blog1]

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[thesmokingguns]

Cum Again

Minors DNI 18+

Mentions of sex, cum play, rough sex

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[duffslut]

Stuck in bed

Modern! Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 459

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

- I'm all sweaty love! - Slash said as you pushed him to the bed.

- I don't care. - You said when you finally got to bed.

Slash sat on the edge of the bed, already shirtless with his chest dripping with sweat, you slid your hands down his abdomen and then began to kiss his sweaty skin, you slid your tongue all over his belly, kissing his belly button, playing with his piercing. You left hickeys all over his skin, and when you finally lowered your lips to his crotch, Slash lifted you off the ground abruptly and threw you on the bed as if you weighed no more than a feather.

- So you're hungry for daddy's cock? - Slash asked, climbing on top of you and giving you a mocking smile. - Stretch out your hands. - He commanded.

You had no idea what he was about to do, but you obeyed, and watched in shock as Slash pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket, he pinned your hands together on the headboard, and began to unzip his pants in front of you.

His hard, veiny cock popped out of his pants, and Slash rubbed it all over your face.

- Open that pretty little mouth for me. - He said, running his fingers over your lips.

You did it immediately, and before you could even think, Slash's dick was already fucking your mouth, going back and forth in your throat, you tried to keep up with his speed with your tongue but ended up choking on his dick again and again, Slash moaned and held your head on his dick, moving his hips with his dick so deep in your throat you could barely breathe, trying to free your hands all the time. You sucked his cock so greedily that you could feel it pulsating inside your mouth, your shirt was already wet with the pre-cum and saliva that was constantly dripping from Slash's dick, and your pussy, also soaked, was throbbing for attention.

Slash positioned his hands on top of your handcuffed hands and increased his moans, fucking your mouth even harder, without caring about your difficulty breathing or how you choked and coughed in the few seconds he took his dick out of your mouth. The sweat on his forehead dripped onto your face, and you kept your eyes closed as you concentrated on sucking every inch of his deliciously large cock, Slash's hands gripped yours tightly, you knew he was close, you just stuck your tongue out and let him fuck your throat while his moans mixed with the sound of your mouth being ripped open.

When he finally came, you had no choice but to swallow his hot cum, and Slash left his cock inside your mouth until it softened.

[you-can-call-me-wanda]

Who Cares What They Think?

Pairing: Duff McKagan x Reader

A/N: Duff is older in this fic so keep that in mind when reading!!

yikes

I’m a big fan of duff but this relationship is just weird

Jailbait!!

Why do old rockstars always go for someone so much younger???

 These were just a few of the hundreds of comments Duff saw as he scrolled through the comments on his latest Instagram post, the post where he had announced his relationship with you to his fans and followers.

He sighed, disappointed but not surprised by the reaction the post had gotten. The picture was beautiful, a cute photograph of the two of you at a picnic date with you hugging him from behind and him turning his head to the side to give you a kiss on the cheek. The caption was sweet too- just a simple ‘I love you’ confirming the rumors around your relationship. It seemed people just took issue with the couple. There was no question as to why. It was because of your age difference.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, slipping into the room and taking a seat next your boyfriend.

Duff hurriedly put his phone away and forced a smile to his face, wrapping an arm around you as you snuggled into his side.

“Nothing,” he replied, trying to appear nonchalant.

“Bullshit,” you said. “I can read you like a book, McKagan. Spill.”

Duff huffed out a tiny laugh at your ability to see through his charade so well and his fake smile fell.

“You really don’t have to worry,” he said.

He didn’t want to tell you what was bothering him because he didn’t want you getting upset by the comments either. He had no idea whether you had seen any of them or not, but in case you hadn’t he would like to keep it that way. And he especially didn’t want to be the person to bring that kind of hate to your attention. It would no doubt hurt your feelings.

“Just tell me,” you pressed. “I want to know what has you so bothered.”

“It’s stupid really, not a big deal,” he said.

“Duff,” you said. “Please just tell me.”

“Fine,” he relented with a sigh, knowing you wouldn’t let this go so easily. “It’s just about that thing I posted to Instagram last night.”

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“What about it?” you asked.

You had absolutely loved the picture he had posted and were even more thrilled you two were at a place where you were ready to share your relationship with the world. You couldn’t have been happier with the post.

“It’s received some negative comments,” he mumbled, almost feeling a bit stupid for getting upset over internet hate.

“Oh,” you said. “I hadn’t noticed. What are people saying?”

Duff ducked his head, and you were shocked to see him look a little embarrassed.

“They say I’m too old for you, that I could be your dad. They’re saying it’s gross- that I’m gross for dating you, and I just-”

“Duff,” you interrupted, cutting him off, “Are you seriously listening to all that crap?”

Duff frowned.

“But is it crap?” he asked you.

“Of course it is!” you said. “You can’t seriously think some strangers on the internet can even begin to know anything about our relationship, can you? They don’t know me or you and they sure as hell don’t know what we’re like together.”

It hurt your heart to know that your boyfriend was so upset and hurt over a few comments online. They must have really gotten to him.

“There’s nothing gross about our relationship. We are two happy, consenting, and in love adults who happen to have more than a couple years between them in age. It’s not even that big of age-gap considering some relationships!”

“I know,” Duff said, “It just always worries me to see comments like that.”

You were surprised to hear Duff admit this. You had always thought Duff didn’t care what anyone else thought of him. He’d dealt with so much backlash for so many things for so long now, you’d figured it would just roll of his shoulders by now.

“You worry what they think of you?” you asked softly.

Duff shook his head.

“I worry what you think of me,” he answered.

You frowned.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Aren’t you embarrassed of me?” he asked you, voice sounding meek. “Of how much older I am?”

You could practically feel your heart break at his question. You shook your head and took both of his hands in yours.

“Duff,” you said, looking deep into his eyes so he knew you were being completely true with him, “I am so unbelievably proud to call you mine. I love you more than you could ever even know.”

A small smile began to grow on Duff’s face at the sound of your kind and loving confession.

“Really?” he asked coyly.

“Really,” you said, nodding your head in earnest and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “You mean the world to me baby.”

Duff smiled widely now.

“I love you too,” he said, leaning forward to return your kiss with his own.

“Remember that’s all that matters,” you told him. “Who gives a shit what everyone else is saying?”

[one-sad-human]

This is the masterlist for all the writings I’ve done so far. The fics written for blurb week are marked with a * symbol. Please let me know if links don’t work or are wrong and I’ll fix them! Updated as of 9/19/2021

Duff Mckagan

Prompt 8*

Prompts 1 and 9*

Prompt 24*

Prompt 11*

Prompt 25*

Puppy Love

<To help with the stress of the upcoming album, you get Duff a puppy>

Soft Touches, Warm Cuddles

<You and Duff relax at home when he gets home from tour>

You’re Crazy

<Duff and you are best friends, but you can’t have feelings for each other, right?>

Worth It

<A reflection on your relationship with Duff, from how you met to the ups and downs in the relationship>

Izzy Stradlin

Prompt 6*

Prompt 9 and 30*

Prompt 3*

Sweet Confessions

<You and Izzy finally come clean about your feelings for each other>

Dinner Party Disaster

<When you and Izzy go to dinner with his band, Axl is brutally honest about how he feels about you>

Sweet Child O’ Mine

<You’re pregnant and worried about how to tell Izzy, luckily he takes the news pretty well>

Hold Me

<Izzy’s day was horrible and all he wants are some cuddles from his favorite person— except he doesn’t exactly want to tell you that>

Slash

Prompt 26*

Prompts 7, 15, and 22*

Something There

<Slash and you are old friends, but Axl is convince you’re something more>

Guard Dog

<When a guy at the bar gets too touchy, Slash isn’t afraid to show him his place>

One Week

<You surprise Slash on tour with the help of the bend>

Steven Adler

Fun At The Fair

<Steven takes you on a sudden road trip to the fair, but he’s acting a little off>

Pugs and Coffee

<Steven’s pugs running away result in him getting a date>

His Love Language

<Headcanons on what Steven’s love language would be>

Pinky Promises

<You made a promise with your brother, but sometimes rules have to be broken>

Axl Rose

Prompts 1 and 22*

Prompts 3, 14, and 16*

Prompt 15*

Pandemic With Axl

<Headcanons on what quarantining with Axl would be like>

Being in a GnR Music Video

<Headcanons on what it’d be like to be in a Guns n Roses music video>

Three Days

<Another broken promise leads you to finally blowing up>

Savior

<A man tries to follow you to your house, luckily Axl is always ready to protect you>

Nikki Sixx

Prompt 24*

Prompt 1*

Prompts 1, 5, and 6*

Prompt 17*

Prompt 26*

Some Well Needed Comfort

<You comfort Nikki when he needs a shoulder to cry on>

His Love Language

<Headcanons on what Nikki’s love language would be>

I Love You

<When a few brutal Mötley Crüe fans mess with you, Nikki comforts you ending in a confession>

Tommy Lee

Prompt 5*

Lazy Day

<Tommy and you have a relaxing day at home>

Vince Neil

Dinner First

<Tommy and Nikki get a little too pushy when it comes to you having fun, Vince comes to your rescue>

Mick Mars

Nothing yet!

Sami Yaffa

Loving You Is Easy

<You and Sami are very much in love, and the band likes to tease about it>

Nasty Suicide

Nothing yet!

Michael Monroe

Nothing yet!

Razzle

Beach Day

<You get into some shenanigans with Razzle while at the beach>

Requests are CLOSED at this time! Taking a writing break, I’ll be back!

Also! In the middle of writing an Izzy Stradlin x fem reader multi part fic. Not sure when the first part will be out, but if your interested send me a message and I’ll tag you in the first part!

[misswhiskeyheart]

The Tour Manager

We had an understanding. He, the budding rockstar with the band on a meteoric rise to stardom, and me, the tour manager who’d been there and seen that. It was casual; a secret shared between us. He still relished the attention from groupies and I found my own fun if I wanted it. But we were strangely drawn to each other, even just to satisfy the feral need. Tonight was no exception. The spark had ignited beneath my skin hours ago, as I stood in the wings, watching him strut about the stage and thrust against his bass.

Miss Whiskey_Heart on AO3.

[mrsjoeelliott]

Wattpad Master List

Hey, everyone!

Here’s a list of all my Wattpad stories. I’ll update this list with every story I publish.

Hope you enjoy...

. . .

Slipknot

The Difference Between You & Me (Slipknot Fan Fic) . Book 1

Never Let Go (Slipknot Fan Fic) . Book 2

She’s Corey Taylor’s Daughter (Slipknot Fan Fic) . Book 3

Zero (Sid Wilson Fan Fic)

Rammstein

All Seven Of The Deadly Sins (Richard Zven Kruspe Fan Fic)

Def Leppard

Girl (Phil Collen Fan Fic)

A Night To Remember (Joe Elliott Fan Fic)

Long, Long Way To Go (Def Leppard Fan Fic)

Duran Duran

The Man (John Taylor Fan Fic)

Last Christmas (John Taylor Fan Fic)

Tale As Old As Time (John Taylor Fan Fic)

5 7 0 5 (John Taylor Fan Fic)

Spandau Ballet

5 7 0 5 (Spandau Ballet Fan Fic) . Prequel to 5 7 0 7 (JT Fan Fic)

Multiband

That Thing You Do! (Multiband Fan Fic) . Book 1

The Leading Man (Multiband Fan Fic) . Book 2

- Nikki Sixx - Stevie King Bret Michaels - Dylan Chaser Sebastian Bach - Eddie Riot Jon Bon Jovi - Vince Morgan Kirk Hammett - Kirk Moon Susie Hatton - Vikki Camel Aerosmith - Themselves Duff McKagan - Ezra McNally

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All stories feature my OC Katie Sixx, unless stated otherwise.