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[nikkisvfx]

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[duffslut]

Daddy knows better

Modern! Duff McKagan x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 535

Warnings: Smut! Daddy kink, Age gap, Breeding kink, Dirty talk etc. Minors Dni.

- C'mon it's just a kiss. - Duff said, you were sitting on his bed with your legs crossed and feeling shy. He was sitting across from you, shirtless and horny.

He ran his hand affectionately through your hair, and tucked a lock behind your ear, you lowered your face, embarrassed to look at him.

- Don't be shy, I can teach you. - He spoke softly, but kissed you before you answered him.

His lips tasted like mint candy and were soft and careful against yours.

- Did you like it? - He asked.

- I did. - You answered.

Your eyes wandered over his body, his hands so much bigger than yours, his arm with veins popping out, and a few wrinkles on his face.

- You're old enough to be my dad. - You said and bit your lip, not sure if you should have said that.

- Does that bother you? - Duff asked, you shook your head.

- Not really. - You said, in fact, you loved that he was so much older than you.

Duff took your hand and placed it on his groin, you could feel his incredibly hard member under his pants.

- Will you be a good girl for me? - He asked and you nodded immediately.

Duff moved closer to you and took off your blouse; As soon as your tits were exposed, he touched them and then sucked them with his eyes closed, circling his tongue around your nipples. Your fingers gripped Duff's blonde hair, you were so in need of that.

Your hand felt and squeezed Duff's cock over his pants, his hand over yours encouraged you to do it. He moved up from your tits kissing your skin until he reached your mouth.

- You're my little princess. - He whispered as he kissed you and used one hand to spread your legs.

His fingers caressed your thigh until they reached your wet panties, you moaned when he touched your clit over your panties and it sent a shock through your entire body.

Duff could no longer stand the boner that was almost bursting his pants, he laid your body on the bed, ripped your shorts off and positioned himself between your legs.

- It's too big daddy.. - You whimpered as Duff forced his cock into your tight hole. - It hurts

- You can take it. - Duff said, squeezing his hands on your waist, holding your body tightly as he began to pound inside you completely ignoring what you said.

It took you a while to get used to Duff's cock going in and out of you, but when you did, you just wanted more, his thrusts were so deep inside your pussy and the sweat from his chest was dripping onto your body, you controlled yourself so your moans wouldn't sound so loud as Duff ripped your hole open.

- So fucking tight I'm gonna fill you up. - Duff exclaimed, breathing heavily, moving his hips faster and faster. - Imma put a baby inside you, doll.

At that point, you didn't even care what he said, you just wanted to feel his warm milk filling your womb. Duff leaned forward on top of you and you scratched his back, feeling your orgasm run down your pussy and seconds later feeling Duff's throbbing cock spill his cum inside you.

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

summary: what are childhood friends-to-lovers for, if not protecting you from your already shitty relationship? word count: 3.196k trigger warning: poorly written details, swearing, mentions of domestic violence, smoking, make-out, i forgot izzy out from the whole oneshot sorry 😭😭😭

the party was on, y/n didn't even know how she and his boyfriend got there. in los angeles, house parties were really common between teens and young adults, and who was y/n to deny a good night?

she and his boyfriend, richard wasn't that good since weeks, when y/n began to go to her childhood friend's, axl and his band, the guns n' roses's rehearsals. at first, he bragged about her not cleaning and cooking when he got home, despite she had a job too, but now, it was full-on jealousy about the band and the guys. at this point, y/n didn't even know why she hold onto the relationship, but it was good to belong to someone than being alone in a big town like los angeles.

"are you gonna hang with those fuckers?" richard asked from her as they went to the door. shaking her head, y/n sniffled annoyed.

"why are you thinking this?"

"because you looked like you planned on it." he answered, opening the door. y/n shrugged her shoulders, looking for the guys.

"you know, i didn't even think about it until you mentioned. but if you insist so much, then maybe i'll do a threesome with axl and slash-" she couldn't even end her sentence as he held her arm, turning her to himself and pulling her close to his face.

"watch out for what you say, bitch! or you can go under the bridge, understand?"

y/n shook his hand off, pointing at him with a stern look.

"fucking stop this, okay? i hope you drink so much that you can't go home."

"you bet." richard said, going to the half-empty bottles to get wasted. it was time to search for her friends, her real friends.

"y/n, sweetheart! hello!" she found steve, hugging him. he was talking with some guys with a drink in his hand.

"good evening, stevie. where are the others?"

"why, am i not good enough for you?" she tried to say something, but steve shook his head, laughing. "i get it, chill. duff just went off with a girl, slash got smack, so i don't know if he's talkative, izzy... i don't know where the fuck he is, but axl said he waited for you."

"axl?" y/n furrowed her eyebrows, making steve snicker and nod.

"yeah. so go search for him for a quickie, until your asshole boyfriend doesn't come after you." steve added, making y/n slap his shoulder as she began to search for axl.

"he's not an asshole."

"if you say so..."

grabbing a bottle, y/n waved to some people she thought she knew, looking for the redhead. she and axl both has born in indiana, she lived on the downside of the street he lived in. once when they were fourteen, axl got in a fight at night with a couple other kids, and y/n helped him with knocking them in the head with a pan. from that moment, axl and y/n often hung out, but when axl got away, y/n tried everything to get to where he was; he called her from los angeles, and in the dead of the night, y/n got on a bus and never went back to indiana. they met each other when y/n was babysitting to get some money, and then she worked in a restaurant as a waitress. she didn't know, but somehow it felt like with axl that she was home; it could be indiana or los angeles, but when she was sitting next to axl and watching tv or sleeping beside him, it felt like she did this always. but of course, she was too afraid to tell this to axl, she knew that boy-girl friendships always went down when the other confessed. she was with richard just to fill up the hole in her heart, and it was cruel, but it was the truth. and knowing this truth, she felt more miserable than ever.

axl was nowhere, and y/n got annoyed at the thought that she was too desperate to talk and party with him. deciding to light a cigarette, she went outside so she could air her head out a little bit. opening the door of the terrace, she banged the door after herself.

"fucking richard..." she muttered, leaning to the handrail.

"hey, princess."

turning her head, she noticed her friend, sitting in the shadow, on the couch that probably has seen better days. smiling, her heartbeat got faster; they saw each other two days ago, but he was as handsome and angelic like always. she was the one who cut axl's bangs before he got arrested the fist time, but when he began to grow is hair, and let it to be long and silky, she fell in love more and more. she couldn't even count the times he sat between her legs, watching the telly while lightning a cigarette and letting her play with his locks. the urge to kiss his head was the strongest, but she even lifted up a strand of hair and kissed it while he was deep into the plot of the show.

"hey, axl!" she wanted to say 'i searched you everywhere', but it was too risky.

"sit down, angel." he patted the place beside himself, and who was y/n to deny it? sitting down, she turned to him. "what's up? i haven't seen you since two days."

"did you miss me, axie?"

"i always miss good company." it warmed her heart, but not enough to believe that he said it like she wanted him to mean.

"that's why you just sat here alone, in a dark corner you like to crawl in?"

"maybe i was waiting for some cool faces to pop up."

she didn't wanted to be just some cool face. she wanted to be the 'best' face, the one that axl thought about why isn't she here, the one people you always search for in a big crowd. or the one you get away from a party when it ends, to wash off each other's makeup and lie down on the bed to sleep in each other's arms.

"bet. well, i'm fine, working, going out... something like this."

"and richard? what's up with richard?" it was a cardinal topic between them; sure she talked with the rest of the band about it too, but axl could blow up just from her, telling that they were fighting.

"what's up with him? he's okay, we're okay."

"did you two fight?" axl lined up, tossing the ash from his cigarette he was blowing. why did he care so much?

"why? axl, what's up? let's talk about something else."

"nothing, i was just thinking about things."

"nah, then tell me. your thoughts are always interesting."

"are you mocking me now, angel?" the way he said angel seriously did things to her. y/n dreamed about axl calling her angel every time she was cooking dinner for themselves, or drawing her close when they were ready to sleep. or just say that she's an angel between two moans as he dragged the third orgasm while riding him on this couch. "i was just thinking about butchering your boyfriend and bury him in his garden."

"what?" y/n snickered, covering her lips with her hand. imagining as axl and the other four was digging a hole in the garden in the dead of the night, with richard's body beside them in a black bag was somehow both funny and creepy. "why, what did he do?"

"he took you away from me."

what?

"what?" y/n stopped in her motion, looking at him. axl looked at the ground, sighing.

"you can't tell me with a pure heart y/n, that you are happy beside him."

"well, we have some arguments, but it's okay, we're--"

"he hit you." he stated, looking in front of himself as she wasn't even there.

"what?! axl, i swear he's not a monster!" she yelled. well, it was true, but why did he have to bring up?"

"believe me, i know an abused people when i see one. and you didn't hide well the bruise on your side the last time you were changing in my room."

"you got nothing to do with it." y/n protested, ready to stand up, but her friend suddenly catch her hand, pulling her back. grabbing her face with his hands, she looked deeply into her eyes.

"yes, i got to do. i broke down at home, that's why i got away, and i'm not gonna wait until you get into hospital, or you call me up at 2am, crying that you're bleeding. i'm not gonna wait until you self-harm, until you don't know where to got, until you have to walk on eggshells at home, where all your job is to be comfortable."

"axl, it's--"

"you are fucking precious, y/n. i know you don't think about yourself like this, but you seriously can light up a room when you step into one. you were the reason i survived for so long despite i was arrested several times, and you were the reason why i began to play music here in los angeles, so you could come after me and we could do some good things together. you were the first one who protected e in my life, on that night, when you fucking ran out and began to swing that pan, it's ridiculous when we talk about that, but back there i could never thank you enough times for what you did. you care about me, you think about me, and maybe i'm too fucking selfish to let you go down and lose yourself."

tears began to well up in her eyes, axl let go her face, brushing her hair.

"do you mean this, axl?"

"i mean every single word, you never have to doubt me. you don't have to feel bad about asking for help, and if you ask, please, may i be the first who you ask."

"i don't want to bother you, axie... you got big things to do, you'll be famous, and i don't want you to stress about my things." she sniffled, closing her eyes.

"never say that, angel. no band can be more important than you. i didn't say these things to crawl under your skin, to tear you away from your love, but i don't want you to get hurt. love doesn't hurt, and..."

"and?"

"i can't say this."

"axie, please." she pleaded, looking for his eyes with hers. her eyes eat up his looks.

"i'd be much more chilled if you came home with me, and then tomorrow i call the guys and go to richard's and your rent. you can pack your stuff in peace, duff has a car, so we can bring your stuff to me, or any guy you want."

y/n hold his face, tilted her forehead to his, tapping his cheek with her thumb.

"i believe that you got scared, axl. and you don't manipulate, you just say the things you see. you are too much of a trouble to manipulate." at that, axl rolled his eyes, making her giggle.

"i know i'm not the best person to live with, but i'd never lift a hand upon anybody i love. i'd never dare to do that, okay?"

"i know that, baby. if you and the guys can come tomorrow, i'll break up with richard."

"did i convince you that good?"

"yes... well, no. it's just... i dated him just to be with someone. the man i want to be with probably never would think of me as a lover."

"than he's a big idiot." by that, she knew she can risk it.

"yeah... and he's sitting right in front of me."

after seconds of silence, axl leaned away.

"fuck, that's me!"

"wow, sherlock!" y/n laughed.

"you really love me?"

"yeah, is it that unbelievable?" y/n leaned her head on his shoulder.

"how could anybody like you being in love with me, angel?" axl whispered, lightning a cigarette.

"i'm not better than you, axie. but i'm glad you like me too."

"i'm not just liking you, i fucking love you. and if my band fulfill my expectations, you'll come with me everywhere and you'll live like a queen." he stated, rolling one of her strands between his fingers.

"i'm going to be a burden when y'all want to tour the whole world."

"fucking not, y/n. you deserve to be treated well, and if i can give you that, i'm sure as hell will. i wouldn't say that if you weren't an angel."

"i'm not an angel." she whispered. "i just love you."

turning to him, axl wrapped his hands around her waist, placing her legs on his lap. pulling her to himself, y/n pulled him closer to herself to kiss him. the way he hold her made her knees go weak, brushing the back of his neck as his tongue danced with hers. she bit into his lips, making axl whine.

"so nasty, aren't we angel?" he asked as they parted, making her kiss him again, licking her palate. "god, you are so soft."

richard was nowhere to be found when y/n grabbed into axl's arm to go home.

duff was driving the car the next morning, slash sat on the passenger's seat, steve, y/n and axl sat in the back of the car.

"you sure he's not home?" duff asked, pulling down on the road as y/n told him.

"yeah, he's working now, and his shift ends at 7pm."

"i'd beat that woman-abuser bloke even if he was home." slash said, blowing out the cigarette smoke. y/n's legs were shaking, axl tried to calm her by placing his hand on her thigh.

"don't be nervous, angel, it's gonna be alright."

"yeah, he probably wouldn't dare to stand up to the four of us." steve added, smiling at her. when they arrived, duff nodded with his head in the direction of richard's house.

"i'll make it quick." y/n said, but she stopped in her movements when she saw duff opening the trunk, getting out a baseball bat and a crowbar, giving it to slash. "guys, i don't think it will be necessary."

"it's better be safe than sorry." axl told her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. duff and slash stood by the door as they stepped in.

"can i watch the telly?" steven asked, sitting down on the couch. y/n nodded, climbing up on the stairs.

"of course!"

while y/n packed her stuff, axl opened the drawer, finding her underwear. he tutted, grabbing one of her pink bralette.

"is this beauty yours, princess?" he asked smirking, laughing when y/n catch out from his hand while blushing like a crab.

"don't touch my stuff!" y/n threw that drawer's contain in her bag, but when she began to collect her makeup from the dressing table, she felt axl's chest pressing to her back, his lips licked her ears, grabbing her waist, brushing her ribs.

"i respect that you want to cause me surprises." axl muttered, making her whine as he bucked his hips into her backside.

"baby, i gotta... i gotta pack my things before richard comes home..." trying to form coherent sentences, she tried to hold down axl's hands, but it was gasoline on fire; he turned her to sit her up on the table, tossing down the lipsticks and her brushes.

"i thought you wanna make richard jealous..." he whispered, licking her lips.

"i just don't want you to get arrested for physical violence."

"how caring you are, princess. i'll let you go if you give me one kiss."

"only one?" she giggled, making axl roll his eyes. giving him a sloppy kiss, y/n perched down from the dressing table, tossing all her makeup into her linen bag.

"you done, angel?" he asked, seeing her zipping her bag. y/n nodded, ready to bend down to grab it, but axl was faster, carrying it down the stairs. steven still sat on the couch, watching thundarr the barbarian while munching on some chips.

out of nowhere, y/n heard a car's braking sound. looking out on the window, she saw richard's car.

"fuck, it's can't be possible! i knew he's working, then why--"

"don't worry y/n, there won't be a problem." duff said, tossing down the cigarette to the patio, holding the baseball bat.

"please don't beat him up!" she pleaded axl, but richard was on his way to the door.

"what the fuck is going on?! y/n, can you just explain what the fuck are you and these assholes doing?"

"she's moving out, that's what we're doing, asshole." slash replied.

"what the hell are those... things in your hands?" richard asked back, trying to enter the door, but slash blocked it with the crowbar. "would you please let me into my fucking house to talk with my fucking girlfriend?"

"nuh-uh. she comes out, then you go in."

"y/n, what the fuck?!" richard screamed.

"i'm dumping you, richard. i've just collected my things to move out."

"and if you let us, we'll disappear before you could blink twice." axl added. richard noticed him, laughing.

"really, y/n? you go off with this fucking junkie nihilist?"

"his name is axl, and he wouldn't dare to hit me!" she said, stepping out to walk to the car, but he grabbed her arm.

"you're not going anywhere, you'll stay here and we will--"

"you two will what? you'll beat her, huh? you could be, but not on my watch, bro." axl grabbed richard's t-shirt, pulling im close to his face. "if i see you beating another woman again, i'll butcher you up and bury you into your garden, fucker."

peeling his hand off from her's, y/n waited for the guys to go to the car. steven was the last who came out, with the bag of chips in his hand.

"you have a cool telly, man, can we take that too?"

"come on, steve." slash muttered, turning his back to the house. sitting in after placing y/n's stuff and the weapons in the trunk, duff started the engine.

"you'll regret this, y/n! he will throw you away for another whore the next week!" richard yelled, but he only got axl's and duff's middle fingers.

"fuck with your dog or your mother, you motherfucker!" axl said back, making them laugh. y/n hold his hand, gibing a kiss on his neck as they rolled out from the street.

"thank you so much, baby."

"anything for you, angel."

"and what do we get?" slash asked, looking into the rear view. y/n acted like she was deep into her thoughts.

"uhmm... you can take the telly, but only at night. and don't leave fingerprints!"

axl kissed her as steve yelled beside them because of victory. from now on, she knew that they gonna protect each other from anything that gets in their way.

dm or write here for requests! thank your for reading it, love y'all

[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.

[issie-https]

A-Z Headcanons

Axl Rose X Reader Headcanons

A/n: Heyyyy! First HC had to be the A-Z one(duh). Hope you enjoy xoxo

Word count: 1069(lol)

Warnings: SMUT, swearing😋

Masterlist

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A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

To be honest, he's not an angel when it comes to aftercare but he's not against it. You wanna cuddle? Sure! Wanna shower or have a bath? Fine. But he's not gonna go over the top with it if we're being real.

B - Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)

Axl's favourite part of himself is his hair or his hips. Have you seen that man shake it like Shakira?! Like, wow! And for his hair, my little strawberry blonde princess adores his hair.

His favourite part of you is your legs. Idk why but I feel like that man would love to see you walk around in short dresses and heels just to see your legs. He also probs loves being in between them😋

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

DIRTAY MAN! Will cum anywhere on your body and say sum like, "you look like a fucking work of art". Look, cum is a sign of a good orgasm and he likes to make you (and himself) feel GOOOOOD.

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

That man has thought about fucking you in every position possible, on every piece of furniture at all times. He wants it all. Missionary on the floor, doggy on the bed, oral on the counter, 69 on the couch. Whatever you can do, he fucking WILL.

E - Experience (how experienced are they)

Very. Nothing more, just very. Sex machine if you will.

F - Favorite Position (self explanatory)

Doggy. Cannot convince me otherwise. He loves pounding into you from behind, slapping ass all day and watching yours and his cum drip down your thighs.

G - Goofy (are they more silly or serious in the moment)

He takes sex very seriously but if youse are both drunk, giggles will be let out at the sloppiness and the fact that on the way to the bedroom, you almost killed each other falling down the stairs.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

He trims but doesn't remove. He defo has a slight 80's bush going on but he keeps it clean. No bad smells here. And yes, carpet matches the drapes, maybe a tad darker.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Everyday sex isn't the most romantic thing ever but if it's a special occasion or you want it to be, he can be the most romantic love maker E.V.E.R.!!!

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

I can see him being into you watching him wank or vise versa but he won't do it unironically. Possibly into phone sex...🫣

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Exhibitionism, slapping, dirty talk, voyeurism, etc. . He likes to show people how good he makes you feel whether it be one of the guys or public sex, he adores it.

L - Location (favorite place to do the do)

As stated above, public, against windows, on worktops, backstage. Wherever he can dick you down, he will.

M - Motivation (what gets them going)

You in general. That man sees you as sex on legs. You wear a certain outfit, boner. You look at him a certain way, boner. You breathe, boner. He worships you in a way.

N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs)

Piss play. Whether it be one of you pissing in or on the other or something like that, he won't do it. He won't judge you but he won't want to do it.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skills)

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE. This man goes f e r a l if he is nose deep in your pussy or if he's balls-deep in your throat. Absolute god with his tongue, like H E L L O?!?!

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual)

Speedy gonzales. Rough in a caring way, if that makes sense. He loves to ravage you. However, if it's baby making sex(because we all know this man was made to be a daddy), sweet and sensual Axl comes out and is caring and slow for Jesus.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)

50/50. If it's before a show, it gets his adrenaline going and he calls you his lucky charm. But if he doesn't have to, he won't.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment)

Yeah, I'd say so. But nothing too dangerous like carving names into each other.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

I'd say he has pretty high stamina but nothing unmanageable. He can go for 2-4 rounds before he calls it quits for the night(or until nighttime🫣).

T - Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them?)

Hear me out, butt plugs for you, vibrators, handcuffs(probably fluffy leopard ones💀), blindfolds and ropes. He doesn't use them every time but like once or twice a month, he treats himself to a play date😉.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tease of the century award goes to...

Axl Rose!

You laugh a little too hard with Duff and he edges you like a madman. He loves leaving you until your legs are shaking, tears have ruined your make up and your just babbling for him to let you cum.

V - Volume (how loud are they)

I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM. We've all heard him sing, he is louddddd! Loves to make you scream. He moans, grunts, etc etc until he's lost his voice. Loves making you do the same thing.

W - Wild Card (get a random headcanon)

This man loves to make you squirt. Like, this man lives for it. The harder the orgasm, the more you squirt, the harder he gets.

X - X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants)

Not massive, let's be honest. But he's also not tiny. I'm saying 5-7 inches, slight curve to the right. But he knows how to use it, ya know.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Forny hucker. Fuck, horny fucker. This man is hard almost all the time. He's constantly begging for you to suck him or fuck him and if not, he's wanking to your nudes he keeps on Polaroids.

Z - ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

You defo fall asleep first but like 20 minutes after you, he's snoring louder than he sings.

[sadhornyygirl]

Requested [Fluff like really fluffy , like kicking my feet and giggling like a little school girl]

Duff Mckagan x Reader

@ilylars

Puppy Love

Puppy love playing in the background, it couldn't be more cheesy, but to be honest, cheesy was your thing.

The way he smiles at you from across the room makes your heart beat faster, the way he casually sips your vodka makes them one of a kind for you.

-Y/N, someone wakes you up from your trance

-what it was?? , You say looking at Steven

- You, like a crazy person there, look at the duff

- I'm not, you say, pouting

- You lie very badly, he says, walking away from you with a smile bigger than a Cheshire cat.

You laugh and shake your head

"Someone help me, help me

Help me please

Is the answer up above?

How can I

Oh, how can I ever tell them?

This is not a puppy love

(This is not a puppy love)"

Echoes in the background in Paul Anka's voice

- So I'm not the only one who rips that pretty smile off your face, says the voice that makes your heart race faster

- And who said you can in?? , you make fun of him

He kicks you with his leather boots, and you laugh loud

- Who makes you laugh all night while listening to Pat Travers, Puttin' It Straight while you're sad, says sitting next to you putting his arm around you

- You're very conceited, you know?

- No honey, you made me look like this

- I?

- You're every day making me feel like the best guy in the world and luckier to have you with me

"How can I ever tell them?

This is not a puppy love

(This is not a puppy love)"

- I love you so much Duff

- I love you more Y/n

And maybe this isn't Puppy Love.

[keanusbabydoll]

neglected

paring: axl rose x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content, unprotected sex, p in v, age gap (reader is 19, axl is 32), rough sex, spanking, fingering, licking, chocking, bondage, reader gets punished, degrading, praising, arguing, cussing, use of y/n, overstimulation, practically just kinky ass shit

wordcount: 5.7k

a/n: THE THINGS THIS MAN DOES TO ME!!!

NOT PROOFREAD

MDNI

ꨄ❦𖣔𖣘☼᯽☆᪥⁂☼᯽✰𖧷❁✞ఌ𑁍❥༄𖦹✪☼𖣔✯᯽★᪥❦

you had been pacing the spacious living room of axl’s penthouse apartment for the better part of an hour, your bare feet making soft taps against the marble floors. you had been counting down the days until axl came home from his short tour, imagining the way he’d sweep you up in his arms, kiss you with the intensity you missed, and you’d spend hours tangled up together, making up for lost time.

but that wasn’t what happened.

it had only been two days since axl returned, and he’d barely looked at you. sure, he had smiled when he walked in, kissed your cheek, and muttered something about being glad to be home, but after a brief exchange, he had locked himself away in his music room.

he had a one-track mind now, completely consumed by the success of Guns N’ Roses’ latest album Use Your Illusion, the one they had released just months ago. the sales were through the roof, the critics were hailing it as the rock album of the decade, and the fans couldn’t get enough. instead of basking in the success or spending time with you, axl had thrown himself even deeper into his work. he was obsessed, constantly scribbling down new lyrics, working through melodies, always striving for the next big thing.

you understood that his passion for music was what made him the genius he was, but you couldn’t help feeling neglected. after weeks of being apart, you had craved him, wanted his attention—wanted him. you needed his touch badly and this was frustrating you to the bones.

now, it was close to midnight. you sat on the plush couch, staring at the slightly ajar door to Axl’s music room, frustration bubbling up inside you. you wanted to storm in there, rip off his clothes and fuck him till you were the only thing he could think off. the sound of his pen scratching against paper had become a constant background noise these past few days, a reminder that he was always close yet miles away in his head.

with a sigh you marched down the hall and pushed the door to his music room open, leaning against the door frame. just for him, you wore his favorite pair of lingerie, hoping he would notice and stop with his work.

axl sat hunched over his desk, his messy auburn hair falling over his face as he concentrated, his hand moving furiously across a piece of paper. a crumpled pile of discarded lyrics littered the floor, proof of his frustration. he hadn’t even noticed you standing there, his mind too wrapped up in whatever thought was clawing at him.

you bit your lip, then sighed, calling out. "axl."

no reaction.

with a huff you strode over to him, the strong smell of cigarettes immediately filling your nose. you put your hands on his shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. he gave you the smallest glance, barely meeting your eyes before his attention returned to his notebook.

"axl." you tried again, irritation creeping into your voice. "you've been in here for days. don't you miss me?" he didn't even look up this time. "not now y/n. i'm working." you took a deep breath to stay as calm as possible but something inside you snapped. he didn't even notice your lingerie, didn't even spend a second to fully look at you. you moved swiftly, placing yourself on his lap, straddling him. you tried to stifle a moan when you felt your core pressing directly against his cock. your fingers ran over his chest, almost grazing his dick, as you leaned in close, your voice husky and low. "i need you daddy. please."

axl's eyes flared, his grip on his pen tightening as he scowled. he gripped your waist and shoved you off his lap, his tone dark and edged with frustration. "what the fuck, y/n? I don't have time for this right now. just let me finish this, alright?"

you crossed your arms, glaring at him. "you don't have time? axl, you've had plenty time the past days. you've barely even looked at me since you got home. I'm right here and all you care about are your stupid songs."

Axl's eyes narrowed. "you know how important this is to me. i don't need you coming in here, distracting me when i'm trying to work." his voice dripped with irritation, dismissive and cold. "or do you not get it?"

"I get it axl." you shot back, your voice shaking with anger. "but I won't just sit around, ignored like some groupie waiting for your attention."

"you're acting like a child." he muttered, returning to his work as if you weren't even there.

for a long moment, you stared at him, feeling a mixture of hurt and fury simmering inside you. you clenched your jaw and forced yoursefl to calm down, letting your face settle into a passive mask. "fine." you said, your tone cold, yet laced with an edge of defiance. you left the room, leaving the door open on purpose. if he could act like a asshole, then you could too.

you knew exactly what you were about to do and you knew he wouldn't like it.

you walked into the living room, just a few feet away from the music room, removed your bra and tossed it to the floor. next you let your thong slide down your legs before you settled on the couch, laying down comfortably.

if axl wouldn't give you the satisfaction you would have to do it yourself.

you spread your legs wide, letting a hand wander down your body, running your fingers along your thighs. slowly, one of your digits began to rub small, soft circles on your clit, your breaths already deliberately heavy. with your free hand you reached up to your breasts and squeezed them. the circles you drew on your nub began to fasten and you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. you let your fingers inch down and you slowly pushed two of them inside your warm hole, a loud moan escaping your lips. you started to pump your fingers in and out of your walls in a fast pace, always brushing against your sweet spot. by now, your moans and whines were getting louder and more desperate.

and you knew axl could hear you.

within seconds, you heard the sharp sound of his chair scraping against the floor, followed by heavy footsteps. he stormed out of the music room, his face a mask of fury which darkened even more when he finally saw what was going on. "the fuck do you think you're doing?" his voice was low and rough, a warning edge slicing through the words, as he inched closer to your form.

"ah-just taking care of myself, since you're too busy." you looked up at him with innocent eyes, biting your lip but you didn’t stop. your moans grew louder, your movements more rough and deliberate.

axl's expression turned even darker and his hands shot out, grabbing both your wrists to stop you from pleasing yourself, eliciting a cry from you. with a great force, he pulled you to your feet, a hand immediately wrapping around your throat. but his eyes were burning with a possessive intensity that made your heart race.

now you got him.

"you want my attention?" he hissed, his grip tightened, almost cutting off your airways as he stepped closer, towering over you, his tone dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. a challenging smirk played on your lips, teasing him further.

"you think this is funny?“ he hissed, his voice thick with dominance. "you think you can tease me like this and get away with it?“

your breathing quickened, your core throbbed, a thrill rushed through your veins at his possessiveness, but you kept up your defiance.

"i wanted your attention." you whispered. "looks like i got it.“

axl‘s lips curled into a wicked, dark smirk, his hands on your body tightening as he leaned down to your level, his face inches from yours. "oh, now you’ve got my attention, sweetheart.“ he murmured, his voice rough, intimidating almost. "but you’re not going to like what happens next.“

without another word, axl pulled you close, his lips crushing against yours, forceful, leaving no room to protest. his hand on your waist tightened, pulling you against his body with a roughness that bordered on possessive fury. he didn't waste time, his hands exploring you as if reclaiming what was his, reminding you who was in control. you gasped against his mouth as he squeezed your throat stronger, making him slip his tongue inside your mouth.

your tongues were dancing, fighting for dominance which axl undoubtedly won. after a few seconds he pulled back before his lips traveled down your neck, sucking and licking your flesh. "is this what you wanted? to provoke me?" he snarled, leaving a fresh dark mark on your neck.

"maybe.“ you mumbled out, your lips trying to find his again.

"fucking brat.“

he didn’t wait for you to respond, in one swift motion, he lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his torso. his lips captured yours again in an dominant kiss, claiming you. he strolled towards your bedroom.

your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear and excitement surging through you. you had pushed him and now you were going to pay the price. axl kicked the door shut behind you, throwing you on the bed with such a great force that left no room for argument. he immediately was on you, his eyes blazing with control. "you don’t get to act like a slut, y/n.“ he growled, his fingers gripping your chin as he forced you to look at him. "i’m in charge here. do you unterstand me.“

you nodded breathlessly, your body trembling with anticipation.

"say it.“

"you‘re in charge.“ you whispered, eyes glued to his lips.

"good girl.“ he muttered, his lips slightly brushing against yours. "you are mine, sweetheart. only i get to touch you.“

the way his words left his mouth, sent shivers down your spine. his dominance left you always nervous. he pushed himself off the bed, getting rid of his shirt, before returning his attention to you.

"lay down on your belly, ass up.“ he commanded sharply and you quickly did as you were told. your face was mushed up against the duvets and you were waiting for his next move.

you felt him sitting down next to you, gently caressing your ass cheeks. "count.“ he simply said and before you could even react, he landed a harsh spank on your ass. your body jumped forward at the sudden pain, a scream echoing off the walls.

"one.“

"good girl.“ smack. another rough hit came down on your flesh. "two.“ smack. and another one. "three.“ axl rubbed your already reddening ass again, his digits slowly wandering down to your pussy.

"you’re dripping. you fucking slut are enjoying this.“ he growled as he felt your wetness against his fingers. for that he landed two hits with all of his force on both your cheeks, making your core throb in anticipation. roughly, he grabbed the roots of your hair and pulled you into an kneeling position. "did you like that huh?“ he snarled in your ear. "do you like being punished, slut?“

"yes, sir.“ you whimpered, your breath hitching. "say thank you.“

"thank you for punishing me, sir.“ you mewled out, heart racing. axl chuckled darkly in reply before releasing his grip on you. "get back there.” he ordered, gesturing to the headboard. slowly, you crawled back and leaned against it. your eyes followed him as he walked up to his dresser and pulled out two pair of handcuffs. your breath quickened of the ideas what he would do with them. you guys never tried bondage or anything like that before.

with a devilish grin he turned around and made his way over to the bed, crawling up to you again. he trapped your body between his legs, one hand reaching out for your wrists. "i thought we’d try something new today.” he said, voice full of mischief.

you glared up at him with wide eyes, uncertainty glimmering in them. "oh baby, don’t be scared. i won’t go too rough.” axl uttered challenging. he closed one of the cuffs around your wrist, when you pulled slightly back.

"axl…” you stammered, you didn’t know what he was up to and the fact that he wanted to punish you made you a little bit nervous.

"do you trust me, y/n?” he whispered, looking at you with soft eyes. he still cared. he wanted you to be comfortable, doesn’t matter what.

"yes.” you whispered back, giving him a soft smile which he returned before he cuffed your wirst to the bed post. he reached out for the other one, cuffing it to the other wooden post. he glared down at you, his eyes gleaming with mischief when you tug helplessly on your cuffs.

you watched him, your heart beating rapidly, as he got off the bed and pulled down his pants and boxers, his red, swollen tip glistening with pre-cum. "i can’t wait to ruin that little body of yours.” he growled as he crawled back on the bed. he spread your legs, settling between them, before he hovered over you, his lips almost touching yours. your hands wanted to wrap around his neck out of instinct but when they didn’t move further and you heard the clinking sound of the cuffs, you whined out. you almost forgot that he had you cuffed to the bed.

axl smirked in reply, a low chuckle ringing through your ears. “please let me touch you.” you begged him.

“where would be the fun, if i’d let you? no chance, doll.” he pointed out challenging, earning a huff from you. his eyes flickered down to your lips, dark with desire, and you felt your own pulse racing when he finally leaned in, capturing your lips with a hunger that was undeniable. the familiar taste of cigarettes you loved so much, immediately touched your tongue when axl slipped his inside your mouth, exploring and tasting you feverishly. a muffled gasp left your lips as he let a hand glide up and down your inner thigh, igniting a spark.

you felt him grin into the kiss when you slightly buckled your hips to sign him that you needed more. slowly, his fingers inched closer to your core, barely grazing your slick lips. he was teasing you and he enjoyed it deeply. and the fact that you were cuffed and not able to do anything against it made it even more arousing to him.

with a sharp breath you pulled away from his lips, your eyes searching for his. “please axl.”

“do you think brats like you deserve to be touched?” he teased further, his digits drawing slow circles near your most sensitive part.

“i promise i’ll be a good girl. please touch me, daddy.” you whimpered out, your burning core screaming for his touch. “you can do better than that.” he replied, pressing a small peck to your lips. your lips pouted in frustration, your hands wrestling against the cuffs.

“please daddy, fuck me, do whatever you want with me. please, i need you. i’ll be your good girl.” you pleaded him, giving him the best puppy eyes you had. “whatever you say, doll.” he whispered right into your ear, his voice rough. you were relieved when you finally felt his fingers sliding up down your wet entrance, teasing your clit here and there. his lips found yours again before he easily slipped two of his digits inside your welcoming walls until he was knuckles deep. a heavy, muffled moan rattled against the wall when he began to slowly push in and out of you. his fingers expertly curled up and started to massage your g-spot, teasingly.

you needed more. his slow teasing was driving you insane and he knew that. with a groan, you ripped away from your kiss, taking deep breaths before looking up at him. "go faster axl."

he didn't reply, instead he pressed a line of kisses on your jaw and down to your neck, sucking on your flesh. but shock waves of pleasure shot through your whole body when he suddenly thrusted his fingers against your spot with such a great force that made you see stars. "oh fuck!" you managed to squeak out before your eyes closed, focusing on the pleasure he gave to you. axl abused your sweet spot with fever, bringing you closer to your release.

the squelching sounds of your pussy hung in the air and axl tried his best to hold himself back but it was almost impossible for him. "fuck it.“ he mumbled before he pulled away from your neck and removed his fingers from your cunt. a whine left your lips as your approaching orgasm faded away.

you knew that you were his weakness and that he was addicted to your little pussy. there was nothing he loved more than to be buried inside of you.

in a matter of seconds he got to his knees and put his hands on your hips before turning you around to lay on your belly. your wrists were uncomfortably twisted, making you hiss out. his hand reached under your waist and pulled your ass up in the air. he threw a harsh slap to your ass before he entered you in the blink of an eye. a pathetic whine hung in the air as he filled you to the brim, his size stretching your cunt painfully, immediately starting off with an fast and bruising pace.

axl couldn’t contain his own growls when he finally felt your walls wrapping tightly around his cock. his neck arched back, pounding into you with great desire, enjoying the warmth you gave to him. your moans grew louder as his thrusts became more relentlessly, your body already aching. "you feel so good baby.“ he groaned out, striking your ass again.

"can’t grow tired of fucking this tight little pussy.“ he continued, his hips clashing against your ass harder. the heavy smell of sex, your aching body, the sound your body’s made and axl‘s sexy growls made your mind all dizzy. all you could think off was axl‘s dick hammering into you without mercy.

"you like being fucked like slut?“ he sneered, grabbing your hair to force you to look at him. you frantically nodded your head, too lost in pleasure to actually answer him.

"speak when you’re spoken to.“ he uttered, slapping your ass two times with great strength. "yes daddy, i love it.“ you spluttered out, looking at him with hazy eyes. he smirked down at you devilishly before releasing his grip on your hair.

you tugged on your restraints, wanting to be freed from the painful pressure on your wrists. "don’t even try it baby.“ axl stated, making you cry out defeatedly.

you could feel his thrusts getting deeper and more erratic, his moans became louder and his dick pulsated inside of you heavily, signing you that he was close to his release. you wanted to cum as well but without any stimulation on your clit it was hard for you to reach your high.

and axl knew this too well.

he purposely didn’t give your clit any attention to punish you. usually, he would make you cum at least 6 times in one session.

"m‘gonna fill this little cunt up.“ he moaned out, going as fast as he could possibly go before spurting his seed deep inside of you. his tip twitched uncontrollably and you could feel his cum painting your walls. he continued to fuck into you, riding out his orgasm before stopping his movements. slowly he pulled his dick out of your hole, eliciting a whine from you.

exhaustedly, you turned your head to face him, staring up at him with puppy eyes, only to find him looking at you already. "axl…“ you stammered, a tear threatening to escape your eye. he knew exactly what you were referring to.

he didn’t make you cum.

and that made you sad.

"look at you. my little princess is crying because she didn’t get to cum.“ he mocked you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"you think you deserve to cum after the stunt you pulled earlier?“ he asked you, now completely serious.

"i- i‘m sorry daddy. i won’t do that again, i’ll be good.“ you stuttered, voice shaking.

he simply huffed out before he got off the bed, walking around the bed to open the drawer of his bedside table. you watched him closely as he pulled out a small key and kneeled on the bed again. he unlocked both of the cuffs that were wrapped around your wrists before placing the key back in the drawer.

your hands immediately massaged the sore spots, a forming bruise on both sides. "come on, lay on your back.“ he commanded, his voice now soft. your lip quivered slightly because of the slowly purple turning spots on your wrists and the denial of your orgasm.

axl must have noticed that you were upset and helped you getting comfortable in the new position. "everything’s okay princess.“ he mumbled, petting your head softly before crawling between your legs, kind of regretting that he was so rough with you.

the sight of his seed oozing out of your hole made him hard again, wanting to fuck you once more but he mentally slapped himself across the face.

now it was your turn to receive pleasure.

he spread your legs and bent your knees. you slightly propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched him gather his cum that was dripping out of your hole on his fingers before pushing them inside of you. a soft moan left your lips, finally having him inside you again. his fingers immediately found your g-spot again and he began to stimulate it with an delicious pace and pressure. not to rough, not too soft, simply just perfect. then, he wrapped his lips around your clit, letting his tongue flick around the puffy nub. you inhaled sharply, your head tossing back and the feeling. axl began to suck on your clit, creating an toe-curling vacuum, while still flicking it with his tongue.

your orgasm was building up quickly because of your already sensitive cunt and overstimulated g-spot. his fingers sped up a little and got rougher, getting you even closer. your hand found its way to his long hair, tugging on it harshly. "i’m close.“ you whimpered, eyes shut and focused on his movements.

as soon as the words left your mouth, axl sucked harder and fingered you faster. a pornographic moan rattled against the walls as your orgasm washed over you, finally experiencing your desired release. your legs were shaking, toes curling and your whole body felt like it was on fire. "fuck! axl!“ you yelled out as he continued his assault on your pussy, overstimulating you. he removed his mouth from you but his digits never stopped with their movements. again, he got on his knees, allowing him to fuck you with more strength.

the intense pressure on your spot was making you see stars but axl just got even rougher, determined to make you squirt.

"axl!!“ you cried out, collapsing back against the pillows.

"come on, i know you can do it.“ he growled, pressing his thumb against your clit. and before you could even comprehend it, the most powerful orgasm you ever had crushed through you, your juices squirting out of you, coating axl‘s hand and the duvet. your hands were gripping the blanket like your live depended on it and loud, high pitched cries and whimpers fell from your lips.

"good fucking girl.“ axl groaned out, pleased to see your liquid all over the bed. he pushed his fingers in and out of you a few more times before pulling them away. your mouth hung wide open and your eyes were closed, too caught up in the after waves of your orgasm. "oh shit.“ you whispered.

axl chuckled slightly before crawling up to you, laying down next to you. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you in his embrace. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hands gently stroking your body. "you did so good, princess.“

"you know that i love you, right?“ he asked you, kissing you again.

you exhaustedly nodded your head, leaning against his chest.

"i‘m sorry for not giving you any attention. it was stupid of me.“ he mumbled, his voice laced with regret.

"it’s fine axl. i love you.“ you replied, your tone just above a whisper. he gently grabbed your chin, tilting it up just enough to press his lips against yours, kissing you with such a softness that made you melt.

REQUESTS ARE OPENED <3

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 26: Overstimulation

A/n: I am trying to finish all the days before November, they will come, I may not sleep but they will be finished

Warnings: smut, overstimulation, squirting, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

Duff loved taking his time with you, forcing multiple orgasms out of you before he came, often overstimulating the both of you.

He was laying between your legs on the bed, your thighs twitching and clamping down on his head. His long fingers were buried deep in you while his tongue swirled around your puffy, swollen clit.

He hummed against you, hips bucking into the sheets that soaked up his pre-cum. “Jus’one more.” He mumbled, words slurring and his eyes drooping.

Your hands clutched his hair, tugging on it. You couldn’t even think to listen to him, only focused on his tongue and fingers as he pulled another from you.

You felt it building, that familiar knot heating up until it snapped, though it felt different and when you looked down at Duff his face was scrunched, liquid dripping down his nose, cheeks and chin.

He wiped his face and licked your juices off of his hand.

He looked up at you, a new fire in his eyes as he sat up, cum dripping from his tip. He pulled you closer, sinking into you with ease and setting a harsh pace immediately, searching to see you squirting again, this time around his cock.

You could barely stay conscious, Duff on the other hand had lost control, mind going numb as he chased that feeling again. All you were was a mumbling mess under him, aching with pleasure.

Duff was sniffling in your ear, cock pulsing painfully in you. “Just-just do that, please… again, I wanna see it again…” He was by no means a small man, but he always seemed so small with you.

He was twitching in you, dragging against your gummy walls. He was so close, so close it hurt but he wouldn’t let himself go until you came again.

His hand went down to rub your clit, making you squirm and squeal until you were squirting on him again, drenching the sheets and his stomach while he coated your walls in a thick layer of his cum.

He was panting right in your ear, arms wrapping around you and pulling you tight to him while he slowly collapsed onto you, burying his face in your chest.

[rocketqueen1989x]

you can tell Duff is on dad mode

(GRACE IS SO FUCKIN PRETTY !)

[vinyldreamsfuckup]

Birthday Boy

warnings: smut, fluff, striptease, semi-rough sex, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), squirting, praise, smoking, drinking, cussing, bantering, playful name-calling

Slash's birthday had always been a huge day. Axl would always throw some huge rager where we all got completely drunk and ate cake. Honestly, it was always super fun. This year was a little different, but not by much. You flew out to meet Slash on tour for his 24th birthday. They were out in Texas on tour with Aerosmith. Technically, they weren't supposed to be drinking or smoking backstage but Axl was also known for breaking the rules and doing whatever the fuck he wanted. Axl's birthday present to Slash was you. Well, you and a striptease which you had agreed to.

You walked through the venue in your leather pants and one of Slash's t-shirts. It was a white Killer Pussy shirt. Underneath you were wearing a red lace bra with matching underwear. You were twiddling your fingers as you walked through the venue with one of the security guards. You weren't really nervous about Slash's reaction because you knew he would be excited to see you, but you also knew there would be groupies EVERYWHERE. It always made you anxious to go in and see Slash when there were groupies around cause they weren't always nice.

You approached the door to the dressing room. Music, laughing, and talking oozed out of the door. You looked over at Dave, Slash's security guard. He smiled, "He's been missing you."

"Yeah?" You asked as you exhaled the breath you'd been holding in. Dave nodded.

"Yeah," Dave chuckled, "Yeah, he's been non-stop talking about you. He's been carrying around a picture of the two of you and showing everyone every chance he gets."

You couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of your lips, "Really?"

Dave laughed and nodded, "Yeah man. He loves you. You don't have anything to be nervous about."

"Thank you," You smiled and nodded.

You took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Everyone paused and Slash looked up from the couch. He was sitting next to Duff wearing no shirt. he had on his short shorts and he was smoking a cigarette. Your eyes met and a huge smile spread across his face.

"No fucking way," Slash said with a huge smile. He got up and quickly rushed to you and picked you up into a hug, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"It's your birthday, idiot. You think I'd miss it," You giggled into his shoulder. He let out a laugh and squeezed you tighter.

"God you bitch. I missed you," Slash laughed out. You giggled and hugged him tighter.

"I missed you too," You pulled your head back to look at him. He smiled and kissed you.

"God you look so good too," Slash mumbled against your lips. He tasted like whiskey, cigarettes, and mint gum.

You giggled against his lips, "Thank you, baby."

The party went on with both of you cuddling, kissing, and getting increasingly more and more drunk until Axl decided it was time for the birthday cake portion of the night.

Axl and Duff carried the cake over to Slash. Everyone was singing "Happy Birthday." Slash wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer as they brought the cake over. It was a sheet cake with writing on it that read: "Happy fucking birthday you fucker."

Slash laughed when we saw the cake. They set it in his lap and everyone finished singing to him. He blew out the candles and people took some pictures before we all grabbed forks. You all didn't even bother cutting slices, you just dug straight in taking bites off the cake.

"Okay, time for the present," Axl slurred his words. You looked up at him, your eyes slightly glossy.

"Right now?" You slurred looking up from the cake. Slash looked between you and Axl confusedly.

"What present?" Slash asked he was practically hanging all over you. You giggled drunkenly, "I thought you were the present."

"She was, but there's even more," Axl said with a smile. Slash looked over at you with furrowed eyebrows.

"It's a surprise," You slurred and stood up. Axl smiled and walked over to the speaker, which was blasting music.

"Move," Duff mumbled as he pushed people out of the way to make room for you. Slash furrowed his eyebrows and took a sip of his drink.

"What are you doing, princess?" Slash slurred. You shushed him and Axl started some kind of horrible music. Slash let out a laugh.

“Okay you have to just give me a second,” You breathed out. You took a deep breath and smiled at him. You leaned over and set your hands on his shoulders. He smiled his goofy smile at you.

“Are you about to dance for me?” Slash giggled. You nodded and smiled. Slash's smile widened and he grabbed your hips.

You smacked his hand away, "No. No touching."

"What? It's my birthday," Slash pouted. You giggled.

"You can touch in a second just wait," You said as you took a step back. You carefully undid your belt and pulled it off. Slash smiled and leaned forward. You handed him your belt and he grabbed it and giggled.

"Okay baby," You smiled, "Ready?"

Slash nodded quickly. You carefully started dancing, mainly moving your hips, and pulled off your (Slash's) shirt. His eyes focused on your red lace bra and he took a deep breath. He adjusted slightly in his seat.

"Jesus Christ," He whispered. Whistles sounded off behind you as you moved. You took a step toward him and his gaze moved up and down your body. He grabbed your hips and you chuckled.

"You wanna do it?" You whispered as you grabbed the laces on your leather pants. He looked up at you and nodded. He carefully started to undo the laces on the pants and saw a glimpse of the red lace underwear you were wearing. His eyes widened and shot up to look at you.

"Everyone out," Slash said coldly. His eyes were still on you, desire and lust filling his gaze.

The whistles stopped and Axl furrowed his eyebrows, "Wait what?"

"Get out," Slash said again. He pulled you closer and everyone quickly stood up and rushed out of the room. Once the door was closed, Slash quickly undid the laces and pulled the leather pants off.

"Fucking christ, you're so beautiful," Slash breathed out. You chuckled and leaned in front of him. He cupped your breath feeling the lace under his hand.

"You can do whatever you'd like, baby. It's your birthday," You said softly. A smile stretched across his face. He picked you up and brought you to the vanity. He set you down and started kissing you, running his hands up your thighs. He pulled you to the edge of the vanity and kissed down your neck.

"God I fucking love you," He breathed out. He pulled at the red lace thong you were wearing.

"I love you too, honey. Happy birthday," You breathed out.

Slash pulled off the underwear and sunk to his knees. He gripped your thighs tightly and kissed up your thigh. You let out a shaky breath and tangled your hand into his hair. He licked through your folds and a long moan fell from your mouth.

"Fuck..." Slash mumbled before he started ravishing you. His tongue circled your clit and inserted a finger, curling it as he did.

"Oh my god...Slash..." You moaned out. He smiled against your core as he lapped your folds.

He looked up at you as you moaned and writhed beneath him. As your legs started to shake he pulled back earning a needy whine, "What...why?"

He chuckled and wiped his face. He stood up and pulled off his shorts. He stroked himself as he looked at you, "Take that beautiful bra off."

You quickly leaned forward, took off the lace bra, and tossed it away mindlessly.

"Fuck...you're so perfect," Slash smiled as he slowly positioned himself against your entrance, "You gonna be a good girl?"

You nodded, "Yes, baby. I'll be good."

He smiled, "You're always good."

He chuckled and pushed into you. Both of you groaned in unison as you adjusted to him.

"So beautiful..." Slash muttered as he grabbed your hips and started thrusting into you, slowly at first.

Having sex tipsy was always different, especially with Slash. He was so loving all the time, but when he was tipsy he was much more clingy. The alcohol made both of you more sensitive. This time was no exception. Moans fell from both of your mouths as he pounded into you. The vanity shook beneath you and the mirror rattled against the wall.

"Slash...baby...yes," You moaned. His grip on your hips tightened. You were sure he'd leave bruises.

"Fuck...keep moaning like that. so fucking good," Slash grunted as he pounded into you harder. You grabbed his shoulder and dug your nails into his skin. He let out a loud moan.

"Slash...Slash yes," You moaned out. He rested his forehead on your shoulder as he moved harder against you.

"Fuck baby...so good for me...so loud...fuck," Slash moaned out. His body shuddered and you felt him twitch inside of you.

"Slash...baby...'M close..." You whined. He nodded and moved his hand to your clit, circling his fingers around it as he pounded into you relentlessly. The mirror smacked roughly against the wall and the vanity squeaked as you moved. A loud moan fell from your mouth and your head fell back against the mirror.

"Yes baby...yes," Slash moaned out as he watched you.

"Slash....Slash..." You whined as your legs started to shake. You felt him twitch inside of you again. He was close you could tell.

"Fuck...fuck..." Slash muttered and added more pressure to your clit. You felt the coil start to build in your stomach, it threatened to snap with every movement.

You dug your nails further into Slash's back as you clenched around him and squirted out on his thighs. A long moan fell from your mouth as your back arched. Slash groaned and slammed in a final time as he finished. You both sat there trying to catch your breath.

"Fuck..." Slash breathed out.

"Happy birthday, baby," You said breathlessly. He let out a small breathless chuckle.

"Best birthday ever," He said with a smile.

[nikkisvfx]

when they look like a lana del rey song 😫

[duffslut]

Wicked girl

Modern! Duff McKagan x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 932

Warnings: Smut! Age gap(18yo x current Duff), Cheating, Degrading kink, Daddy kink, Breeding kink.

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- That is so cool! - You exclaimed as Duff played a riff on his bass.

Your parents had managed, probably by almost running out of money, to get you bass lessons with a really unusual teacher: Duff McKagan.

Of course they had no idea about your secret obsession with him and everything he did, and neither did Duff, so that's why you decided to play it cool until you actually meet him and he shakes your hand, invites you to his living room and sits just a few feet away from you. Your eyes were sparkling with anticipation and your heart was racing with nervousness. watching Duff play on your phone screen was one thing, but having him in front of you wearing a white tank top with his tattoos exposed, his blond hair falling over his face and a bass guitar in his arms was just... too much, every movement of his fingers over the strings perfectly hitting each tone excited you.

- Can you teach me that? - You asked, promptly getting up and sitting next to him, staring at the surprised expression on his face.

- Y-Yeah I guess... - He said stutteringly. - This one needs a little practice, you have to place your fingers like this...

You got closer and closer to him until your thighs touched his, his hand covered yours placing your fingers on the strings in the exact places for you to play.

Your panties got wet immediately when his hand touched yours, you just couldn't concentrate on the notes he was showing you, your eyes were focused analyzing the veins that were popping up on his big and strong arms. You couldn't stop staring at him, looking at his tattoos and thinking how many times you had wanted to touch them, and now he was right in front of you, with no idea of the dirty thoughts you were having about him in your head.

- So Duff... What do you think of younger girls? - You asked suddenly, without hiding your interest.

He looked flabbergasted by the question, looking away, trying not to look at your face and clearing his throat before answering.

- What do you mean by that? - He asked with a tone of concern in his voice.

You bit your lip and fixed your gaze on his, you placed the bass on the floor next to you and took Duff's hand, bringing it to your mouth and placing two fingers inside your mouth, sucking them while staring at him.

- I mean... - You said taking them out of your mouth and moving his slobbery fingers to your tits. - I've imagined this so many times Duff...

You rubbed his fingers on your nipples for a few seconds, moaning while doing it, until he pulled away.

- Okay, I know you're young... - Duff said, moving his arms trying to calm himself down. - You may think you have feelings for me but... I'm much older than you and I'm married. - He said, running his hand through his hair nervously.

You knew he had a hard-on, you could see it in his pants, his words were worthless, he wanted you. You stood up and walked over to him, getting so close to his face that you could have easily kissed him, but instead, you grabbed his crotch and watched him let out a hoarse groan.

- Let me help you, daddy. - You whispered and suddenly his gaze changed.

- You're just another brat. - He spat the words in your face and you were shocked by his sudden change, Duff grabbed your neck and made you kneel in front of him.

He took off his belt and opened his pants, before you could do anything his dick was already inside your mouth, making you choke as his hands squeezed your neck, all you could do was suck him, gagging a few times when Duff forced it too deep into your throat, his cock was even bigger than you imagined and you had to stick your tongue out to make it easier while he fucked your mouth.

You were already dizzy from the brutality with which Duff had shoved his dick down your throat, not caring about his pre cum juice running from your mouth and dripping onto the floor. Your pussy was soaking wet and you couldn't wait for him to fuck you.

- You're nothing but a fucking whore! - Duff muttered, putting you back on your feet and slapping your face. - Is that what you wanted? To be treated like the little slut you are by an older man huh?

His words made you delirious, you needed that man inside you immediately.

- Yes, daddy. - You said, smiling to him even though the slap he had given you still stung your face.

Duff picked you up as if you weighed nothing, rested one of his hands on your ass and with the other he pushed your panties aside, fitting his cock inside your pussy right away, you rolled your eyes in lust, moaning and wrapping your arms around his neck as he moved your hips up and down making you bounce on his thick dick. You came just seconds after he entered you, and then came again when he backed you up against the wall and started thrusting even deeper.

- If you keep cumming like this I will have no choice but to breed you. - Duff said. - Maybe with my cum inside you you'll stop acting like a desperate little whore.

It was too late, you wrapped your feet around his back and clenched your pussy around his cock as Duff shot his cum inside you.

[unknownperson246]

a/n: hii! love your work! could you do a smut about Nikki Sixx and Duff Mckagan? And maybee a part 2 (if u want ofc!) that the reader like gets asked out by duff bc he rlly likes her and she says yes? thanks!

hi I'm sorry I don't think I followed the whole request but I hope you enjoy it ❤️

Mötley x Roses:

Words: 420

warnings: *smut* *m receiving* *cussing* *mentions of a threesome*

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You and Nikki were married. Occasionally Nikki would share you with his bandmates but today was different because he shared you with Duff McKagan. All three of you were sitting in one room together. You had no idea what Nikki’s intentions were. Nikki moved you towards his lap. Nikki invited Duff to come over to the couch you both were on. Nikki slowly started to remove your skirt. You were flustered as you realized he wanted to fuck you in front of his friend Duff. You let him slide your skirt off. Duff saw your soaked panties and you were blushing with him seeing you almost all bare. You were used to Tommy Vince and Mick touching you with Nikki but since Duff was new you were embarrassed and shy. Duff picked you up and he put your hand to his swollen cock. You were into it. All your shyness had melted by now. You got down to please Duff. Nikki was getting jealous since you always used to fuck him first. 

“Not fair!” Nikki yelled. 

“How about we have a threesome then?” You looked over to Nikki.

“Sure! A threesome that sounds wonderful” Nikki said sarcastically. 

You got down and started to suck Duff's huge dick. You did it torturously slow to pleasure and to tease Nikki. You watched Duff's wet lips go apart while he let out small groans. He watched as your wet mouth went up and down his cock. Soon you started to go faster.

Soon you felt his salty seed that coated the sides of your mouth. It would drip down and out of your lips. Nikki’s jealousy just grew as he watched Duff come in your mouth. It was odd. He invited Duff in the first place. He could just be mad about you not listening to his idea of doing him first. Nikki had enough and pulled you away from Duff. He pushed you on your knees and he made you suck his dick. Your tongue swirled around and then it went up and down. The rims of your lips touched his wet and filthy cock. You kept feeling his tip touched the back of your throat. You wanted to gag but you knew the punishment for it. You kept going faster and faster until he came inside of your mouth. You were finally done. You plopped down on the couch with your skirt missing and your shirt still on. Later on, Duff asked you out behind Nikki’s back because he liked you. 

[thesmokingguns]

Shadow Monster w/ Duff McKagan

She stuck to the shadows because who would want to see her in the light of day? Her face was a reminder of a bad thing that had happened to a good person. A scared little girl who had gotten attacked by the big bad wolf. His claw marks tore open her pale skin, leaving jagged scars on her face that people stared at for too long or flinched away from.

Once upon a time she was pretty. But now she was a monster. So she stayed in the shadows to avoid becoming someone else's nightmare.

As much as she stalked in the inky void of shadows, trying to avoid being the prey to someone else she had a predator following after her. His eyes hunting her as she moved along in quick bursts to escape sight, sticking to alleyways and fence lines that blocked her from view.

But he saw her.

He always saw her.

“Found you little darkness.” he threw down the cigarette, his car creeping along as she moved, headphones over her ears, hood pulled up to block out anyone from seeing her.

But Duff saw her. He always saw her.

They dubbed her little red riding hood in the papers. The girl with strawberry hair in eyes so big, brown with gold specks that stared at whoever had snapped the picture outside of court. She was only 18 years old and her eyes were endless pools of broken promises and pain. Duff had seen her, the case had taken over the media. Her mother had married someone who was more monster than man. He had attacked her, chained her up and beat her within an inch of her life. She had escaped through a window in the basement that had been broken by neighborhood kids playing a game of baseball. But as she tried to crawl out of the jagged broken space he had caught her ankle, dragging her through the sharp glass.

Her screams caught the attention of the kids hunting for their baseball. One of them had a cop for a father and she had been rescued within minutes after months of dark, dank basement.

Her freedom should have made her happy but Duff watched his obsession shrink and shrink, lurking with the nightmares in the dark. He had some sense of need to protect her, an obsession some would say to follow her around. Make sure she made it from the small boutique back home. Make sure her library books were returned on time. Change out the milk in her fridge so she didn’t eat anything bad, add a few boxes of pasta to her stash, replace the butter because she hates red sauce. Small things she noticed and appreciated but never questioned.

She thought she was crazy because even though she stuck to the shadows she was still afraid of the dark.

Duff waited outside her apartment, watched the light come on and her shadows moving around the place, checking for monsters that he had already cast out, before he climbed up the fire escape, taking up his perch outside her bedroom to peek in and make sure she was all set.

He had been bolder today.

And he watched her notice. Watched the way her hand touched the yellow tulip with the tip of her finger, stroking its petal with a look of confusion on her face. He had wanted to bring a little sunlight to her gloom. Give her a gift.

Once he had approached her on the street, tried to talk to her and introduce himself but it’s hard to let someone scared of showing her face let her know she’s the most beautiful girl in the world.

So he had to do this. Small little things to make her know that she was his soulmate.

Her fingers touched the card he had left for her, her eyes reading line by line.

‘I’m here when you’re ready’

Her hands trembled, the hood falling from her face as her scars came into view. Duff watched the way she sat hard on the bed, her back to him so he couldn’t see her beauty.

“Are you here?” she asked into the empty room, looking at the closet like he was going to come out of that. But he had boundaries. He wasn't going to come in uninvited when she was awake.

“Yes.” he whispered but it was loud enough for her to turn, sharply as she raised her hood, hiding from him as their eyes met through the window.

Her breathing was heavy, watching him like a caged animal waiting for him to attack her but Duff was here to love her, not to scare her anymore. He held up his hands, waiting for her to make a move.

She stood, moving towards the window, not opening the glass but it was so thin he could hear her from between the panes.

“You’re the man from the library. The one who said I was…” she couldn’t say the words.

“Beautiful.” he answered, not taking his eyes off of her. “You’re beautiful, Amara.” Her eyes blinked, her hands on the hood as she looked at him, trying to make sense of what this man was doing here.

Doug. Dan. Dally.

What was his name?

He was stalking her. She realized that. ALl the little things that had made her feel insane starting to make sense as this blonde man with eyes that were too kind stared through her window. He had called her beautiful before and he wasn't flinching away as he called her beautiful now.

Maybe she was a fetish to him.

She lowered her hood, watching the way his eyes stayed on hers. Not the scar. No flinching. Just her.

“Why me?” she whispered. She had fallen into the attention of a man who was supposed to protect her and love her mother. Had been hurt by the attention of someone else before and now here this stranger was, following her as she tried to hide in the shadows. Trying to bring life and light to her darkness.

“Because the first time I saw your picture and looked into your eyes I knew you were it for me, little darkness. I knew that I never wanted to see another bad thing happen to you. I wanted to be the sunshine to your rain, the stars to your night, the light to your life.” He wasn’t scared to tell her how enraptured he was with her, “I’ve followed you to make sure you’re safe. I’ve changed your smoke alarm batteries, made your bed when you forget in the morning, and even took the mouse out of the trap before you saw it. I just want to be there for you.” His hand reached out, touching the window glass.

Would she let him in?

“Do you watch me when I sleep?” He didn’t look away as he nodded his head, not ashamed of it. “WIll you watch over me tonight? I’m tired and scared.” She admitted it to him as he watched her, licking his dry lips as he nodded.

“I’ll always watch over you. You’re safe.” She nodded her head, kicking off her shoes as she climbed into bed and pulled the blankets over her, eyes on Duff’s as she watched him.

Her stalker.

Her eyes started drifting closed.

Or maybe he was the nightlight she needed to feel safe to sleep at night.

[issie-https]

Beach Baby

Axl Rose X Reader

A/n: Axl being a dad is something I think about A LOT! Anyways, enjoy this❤️

Word count: 678(another short one, sorryyyyy)

Warnings: None :)

Masterlist

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“Don't eat the sand," Axl said, pulling our daughter's hand away from her mouth and dusting the sand off. Today was the day our daughter, Flora, was going to get to have a paddle in the sea for the first time. "She's not gonna listen," I said, rubbing sunscreen into her arms, face and legs. "She will eventually," He replied. "Why don't you take her for a splash in the sea?" I asked. "No, I'm too nervous," he answered, repeating the same actions each time our daughter decided to turn her attention away from her snacks and to the sand. "You'll both be fine, sit just after where the waves crash and sit with her on your lap," I suggested, turning to Axl with the sunscreen bottle in hand. "Maybe in a se- Put. The. Sand. Down. Devil baby," he groaned, shaking her arm slightly, making her giggle. "Do you want me to top up your sunscreen?" I asked, laughing at his comment. "Yeah but don't get it in my hair again," he mumbled. "Shut up whining, Flora whines less than you," I laughed, rubbing some lotion onto his back. "She has less hair than me and she also cares significantly less than I do," he said, holding his hair. I just mumbled an 'Mhm' and rubbed the cream onto his face.

We sat in the sand for a few more minutes before we headed to the sea for Flora's first paddle. "Y/n, what if she doesn't like it?" He said worried. "Axl, she'll be fine, I promise," I assured him, fixing our daughters hat. She looked so adorable in her little pink swimsuit and her straw beach hat that sat atop her hair, in small quantity but visibly the same colour as her father's hair. "How deep do we go?" He asked, walking into the water. "Waist height for us, belly height for her," I replied, lacing my arm through his free arm. "On the count of 3," I said. "1... 2... 3," We both counted. On 3, he dunked our daughter into the water, up to her tummy. "Yay!" I cooed, smiling as she splashed her arms in the water. "I thought she would hate this like she does with baths," he said. "She's picky like you I guess," I joked, earning a look from him. "I'm not picky, just a perfectionist," he grumbled, putting Flora back on his hip. "Which is a different word for picky," I mumbled. He pushed me backwards by my chest, making me fall into the sea. "MY HAT IS WET NOW!" I shouted when I got back up, grabbing my hat that was floating away. "You would think so, it fell in the ocean," he said, laughing to himself. "I hate you," I scowled at him. "Oh really? Is that why we have a baby together then?" He mocked. "Shut it," I said, poking his side.

He dunked Flora back in the water, twirling her a bit, making her giggle and splash. Her smile, the exact same as Axl's. "I want fifty more," He said, bobbing her in and out of the water. "You're lucky you have one. Count your fucking blessings," I slightly scolded. "How about three more?" He said. "One more," I protested. "Two more," he begged. "One more or no more," I murmured. "Fine," he sulked. "Pick that lip up and just enjoy the time you have with Flora," I scolded. "I am. WHY ARE YOU EATING THE WATER!" He yelled, picking her back up. "You eat so much, you get great meals and milk, however, you prefer sand and sea water. Fucking weirdo," I laughed.

We went and sat back on the sand, drying off a bit. "Oh my god, Y/n, look," he whispered, nudging my arm. I looked beside me to see Flora asleep on Axl's chest. "Stay still, I need a picture," I said. I grabbed my camera out of the beach bag and snapped a couple of shots. My baby girl and my handsome husband looking as content as can be.

[psych0-str1ngs]

Cockwarming- Duff Mckagan x reader

Authors Note: FINALLY have a duff request that makes me so happy like OMG. If you end up seeing this anon, sorry it took me so long but I hope you enjoy!!

Warning: Cockwarming, cussing, breeding kink, p in v, pregnancy mentions (UNPROTECTED)

You were sitting at your desk, zoned in on the article, half-finished laying on the wooden surface. You hadn't even heard Duff walk into your little home office, until he came up behind where you were sitting and stood there for a second.

"Babbyyy," He cooed.

"oh my you scared me," You gasped, turning around in your chair.

"I need your help," He looked down at you, expectantly.

"With what?" You looked up at him with an eyebrow raised.

He looked down at the large tent in his pants, and then back to you. You looked down, discovering the exact problem he had. You rolled your eyes playfully.

"I'm still working," You dismissed him.

"Just sit on my cock," He said, turning your chair back around.

"What like, cock warming?" You blushed.

"Yeah I guess," He said shrugging. "Sit on my dick while you do your work, and then let me fuck you after"

"You sure know what you want," You got up and slid your panties down, now just wearing your skirt, and sweater. Duff sat down on the chair, pulling out his large member and holding it at the base. You turned and sat on his length slowly, exhaling deeply. Duff's hands immediately went to your hips. He turned you back to the desk, his hands kneading at your hips. Your breathing had slowed, but your heart rate had not. Sex was obviously was a norm between you and Duff.

Cock warming was a whole different story though, as much as you didn't want to admit it, cock warming was hot. Duff making you sit on his dick while you do completely and totally innocent activities, it turned you on. What didn't turn you on was the fact that when you did things like this, if you even so much as moved a hair, Duff would make you get off, and get on your knees.

Duff's hands started to roam, his rough fingers gripped your breasts, breathing into your heavily. He slid your sweater off, and unclasped your bra, letting your boobs fall out, his long fingers started to twisted your nipples as his lips pressed against your shoulder.

"Let's go to the bedroom," You caved, starting to stand up.

"No," He pulled you back town into his lips, you let out a little moan. "You have work to do, so finish it"

"But," You protested.

"No, no butts," His dominant voice spoke out. "You need to finish it"

You sighed and continued to work, just about 5 or 6 minutes later you were done. You immediately got off of Duff's length, and turned around to where you were sitting back on his lap, just below his length. You smashed your lips into his, your hands rested on his neck. Your lips moved in sync, Duff's hands held your ass, grabbing it tightly. He stood up, not breaking the kiss, you slowly made your way towards the bedroom.

Duff walked through the door frame, throwing you on the bed. He threw his shirt off and sat in between your legs, he looked down at you. Your eyes found his, you giggled a bit at how serious he looked. He leaned down to press on singular kiss to your nose. Even when he was feeling animalistic, he was still extremely sweet, if you weren't in the mood, he'd go fix it himself, if it hurt he slowed down. Total teddy bear.

"Ready?" He asked, looking into your eyes.

"Yes babe," You whispered.

Duff grabbed his length, sliding it into your entrance, you both groaned. After sitting on him for so long, you were both extremely sensitive. He began to pound into you, his hands gripped your hips tightly, sliding you back and forth on his length. You moaned.

"Fuck baby," He groaned lowly. "turn around and get on your knees.

You turned around, your ass lifted in the air. Your face pressed into your arm, that was rested on the mattress. Duff slid into you again with a bruising grip on your waist. He pounded into you, one of his hands twisted into your hair, tugging it harshly. You moaned into the pillows.

"Look at you taking my cock so well," He growled. "'m gonna fill you up sweetheart, 'm gonna make you a momma."

You moaned into the white sheets again. Your hands gripped them tightly. Duff had always loved the idea of you being the mother of his children. The idea of you with a big round stomach, and engorged breasts, it had WILDLY turned him on, he made it quite clear. You were surprised you weren't pregnant by now, considering how many times you had done it without a condom.

"Duff baby," You whimpered out.

"Yes princess," He panted out.

"Need it," You said, your legs shaking.

"Need what?" He slowed down, but his thrusts remained sharp and deep. "To cum?"

"Yes, please god, please let me cum," You moaned out.

"Fuck no," He gave your ass a hard slap. "You cum when I say you cum, do you understand?"

"Y-yes," You sighed, clenching around him.

Duff gave another slap to your ass, pounding back into you with a hard thrust. He groaned, whispering dirty little nothings into your ear.

"Doing so good, 'm almost there," He groaned into your ear.

With a few more thrusts, Duff legs started to shake, and hips started to falter. The coil in your stomach was burning red hot, you felt as though you were about to burst open.

"Cum with me baby, fuck," He cursed, shooting his hot seed inside of you.

You clenched around him tightly, releasing on his length. You both lay there, panting heavily. You fell on your side, before getting on your back. You giggled as Duff leaned his head on your bare chest, collecting his breath.

"Are you okay?" He asked, genuinely.

"Of course my love," You smiled at him.

"Mkay good," He shifted off of you, grabbing a pair of your underwear, and two of his shirts, as well as shorts for him.

He threw the clothes at you, you slid to the end of the bed, standing up. Immediately your legs buckled under you and fell back onto the bed. Duff laughed. He grabbed the underwear from your hands, sliding it up your legs and slipping them onto your hips, then he slid the shirt over your arms before laying next you, already clothed. You leaned your head on his shoulder and linked your fingers together.

"Duff," You said quietly.

"Hm?" He hummed, looking down at your face.

"Do you really want me to carry your children?" You asked, leaning your head up to look at him.

"Of course I do, I love you so much," He smiled lightly, his hand caressing your cheek lovingly.

"I love you too," You smiled.

THE END, if you see this anon, please enjoy~~~