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thank you guys so much for all the sweet asks and messages :-( i love you guys i mean it AND NEW FICS SOON I PROMISE

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hey guys 😏

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sorry about the lack of fics, ive been pretty depressed but ill start again!

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ur so cool :( like literally perfect in every way i wanna be just like you

I LOVE YOU THANK U FOR SAYING THIS :’( UR SO SWEET AND IM SURE THAT UR ALREADY PERFECT JUST THE WAY U ARE

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my first nikki fic tonight!

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thrifting haul 🧁

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happy jim day :-( love him

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Your car got stolen?! That's so bad :^( I hope you can buy another or try to get it back. I love you, take your time to write fics & take care of yourself!!!!!

yesss :-( thank u for ur concern^_^ ilyt!!!

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can you please write something smutty with currently aged duff? 🫣 daddy issues is a bitch and I need that man biblically

thank you & I love your writing

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stay a little bit - duff mckagan fanfic

taglist: @brokenglassb1tch @californiaahunny @tranquilitybasegrunge @dazecrea @slashes-strings @duffys-girl

content: smut 18+ , LEGAL age gap

a/n: sorry i promised this two days ago but i got kinda depressed cause my car got stolen and blaaahh WHO CARES!! SMUT TIME AYY!!! thanks for the praise btw <3 back in the swing of things!

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The house was still. Nothing stirred but the faint hum of the vinyl player in the next room, spinning something slow and bluesy. Duff had picked it out before dinner, saying he wanted something low and smoky while they drank wine and laughed on his couch.

Now, it was past midnight. She was curled up in the oversized shirt he’d given her his, of course. White, soft, worn thin at the collar.

He was watching her from across the room like he’d already memorized her and still couldn’t get enough.

He hadn’t touched her all night. Not the way she wanted.

He was older, sure. Thoughtful. Measured. But the hunger in his eyes? That hadn’t aged a day. “Come here,” he said at last, voice low and steady.

She crossed the room without a word and slipped between his legs, hands on his thighs, her body sinking to the floor as he leaned forward from the armchair.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he murmured, eyes locked on her mouth.

She smiled faintly. “I think I do.”

Duff exhaled through his nose. “Smart girl.”

Then he kissed her slow, deep, deliberate. No rush. Just want. Just his lips learning hers all over again. His hands moved down, stroking the back of her neck, her shoulder, her waist. She shifted up, settling onto his lap, straddling him as the kiss deepened. The soft sound he made when her hips rolled into his made her stomach clench.

“Easy,” he muttered, pulling back. “You start like that, I’m not gonna last long.”

“Why?” she lazily asked.

He tilted his head to meet her gaze, deadly serious. “Because I’ve wanted you like this for too long.”

He carried her to the bedroom.

Yes, carried. Like some kind of rock n roll myth come to life. His arms were steady and strong, and she wrapped around him like she’d belonged there for years. He laid her out across the bed like something precious, kissing the inside of her ankle, her knee, her thigh as he worked his way up. The shirt slid off her shoulders.

He kissed her collarbone and murmured, “Still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” She reached up and tugged his tee over his head, revealing the chest, the tattoos, the scars that didn’t make him look older, just earned. Like he was a man who’d lived a thousand lives and still had room to worship her.

His mouth moved down her stomach as she gasped, his fingers spreading her thighs gently. And when he finally leaned in, tongue flicking slow against her clit, she cried out softly, hips bucking into his mouth.

“Stay still for me,” he murmured, teasing her with the flat of his tongue. “I’ll take care of you.”

And he did.

He licked and sucked like he had nowhere else to be—no audience, no noise, just him and the way she whimpered under his touch.

His fingers slid inside her, curling slow, coaxing her open as she gripped the sheets and choked on his name.

“Duff—”

He groaned against her. “You taste so good, baby. Come on. Let me feel it.” She came hard, shaking, eyes fluttering shut as he held her through it, kissing her thighs like he didn’t want to stop.

When he finally slid up over her, he was flushed, hard, breath warm against her lips.

“You sure?” he whispered, even now.

She pulled him in. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Duff lined himself up and pushed in slow, watching her face, gripping her hips like he didn’t trust himself not to lose it. His jaw clenched as he bottomed out, deep and thick and perfect.

“Oh my god,” she breathed.

“Jesus,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He moved slowly, each stroke deep, deliberate, hips grinding just right. She couldn’t stop touching him. His arms, his back, his chest, the slope of his neck.

“You feel so good,” she whispered, voice already breaking. “Please don’t stop.”

Duff leaned down, kissed her breathless, and murmured, “I’m not stopping till you beg me to.” And he didn’t.

He fucked her slow and deep, eyes on her face, her voice calling his name over and over. He kept one hand tangled in her hair and the other around her thigh, pulling her open wider so he could get even deeper.

When she came again, clenching tight, crying out into his shoulder. He let go, thrusting harder, burying himself deep as he came with a ragged moan, body shaking above her.

After, he didn’t move. He stayed inside her, his arms wrapped around her back, her cheek against his chest, his breath hot against her hair.

“You still okay?” he murmured softly, one hand stroking her hip.

She nodded, lips brushing his throat. “Never been better.”

Duff chuckled low, tired, tender. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go.”

And he didn’t.

Not that night. Not the next.

Because whatever this was it wasn’t some aging rockstar chasing a thrill. It was real. Hot. Human. Hers.

And he was all in.

The light in the bedroom was soft, golden, and patient.

She stirred first slow, still warm from sleep, her cheek tucked against Duff’s chest. The sheets had tangled around them sometime in the early morning hours, but neither of them had noticed.

Not when his arms were locked around her like he didn’t dare let go. Not when her breathing evened out, steady and safe, like she belonged there.

Duff wasn’t asleep.

He hadn’t been for a while.

He lay there, eyes fixed on the ceiling, one hand stroking her bare back with slow, absent circles. His other hand rested at the base of her spine, keeping her close, like even in silence, he needed to feel that she was still there.

When she blinked up at him, eyes half lidded and soft, he smiled but not like the night before. This smile was smaller. Sadder. A little more human.

“You okay?” she murmured.

“Yeah,” he said, voice gravelly from sleep. “Better than okay.”

She sat up slightly, letting the sheet fall just enough to expose her collarbone, the curve of her shoulder. He looked at her like she was the last good thing in a burning world.

“You’re thinking too loud,” she whispered, tracing her finger across his chest.

Duff chuckled under his breath. “That obvious?”

She nodded, pressing a kiss to the ink over his heart. “What’s on your mind?” He was quiet a beat too long.

“I don’t want this to be something you regret.”

She frowned gently, lifting her gaze to meet his. “Why would I regret this?”

He reached up and brushed her hair back from her face, fingers lingering behind her ear.

“Because I’m not twenty-five. Because I’ve got more baggage than most airlines. Because people’ll talk. And I’m not always great at… keeping things.”

“Duff….”

“No, let me say it,” he cut in softly, hand sliding down to cradle her waist. “I’ve done a lot of stupid shit in my life. I’ve watched good things slip away because I thought I didn’t deserve them. And I think part of me still believes that.”

She watched him carefully. Tenderly.

“But then there’s you,” he went on, voice cracking just slightly. “And you make me want to try again. You make me feel like maybe it’s not too late to get something right.”

She moved closer, legs tucked around him, her face inches from his. “I’m not a phase, Duff. And you’re not broken.”

He let out a shaky breath, eyes glassy now, fingers curling tighter around her waist like he was grounding himself.

“I want you to stay,” he said, low and raw. “Not just the morning. I mean… I want you to stay. In my life. In this bed. In whatever the hell this is.”

Her heart twisted in her chest. “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.” He searched her face like he needed to be sure. “Even if I mess up sometimes?”

“You’ll just have to let me mess up, too.”

He gave a hoarse laugh half disbelief, half relief and pulled her down into him, wrapping her up in his arms like he could finally breathe again. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, fingers tangled in his hair.

They stayed like that for a long time. Wrapped up in each other, no rush, no pressure. Just skin and breath and the sound of blues still spinning softly in the other room.

Eventually, Duff kissed the top of her head.

“You’re not just good for me,” he murmured. “You’re it for me.”

She smiled against his skin. “Took you long enough to admit it.”

And he laughed deep, real, a little choked up.

He didn’t let her go. Not that morning. Not after breakfast. Not when the world came knocking again.

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duff mckagan looks like this

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Duff "Y'know" McKagan

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RAAAAAAAH NEW FIC🦅🦅🙏🏻

YESSSSS KEEP UR EYES PEELED!!!!

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how about some older duff for the masses!? NEW FIC TODAY!!

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Why does ur tumblr thing say sweet talker

cause its a cute term i like

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i wanna be duffs groupie so badly in the 80s (even now too)

girl me too… EVERYONE BE LIKE “You dont wanna be a groupie in the 80’s”

SPEAK FOR YOURSELF! I DO!

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if you don’t mind me asking, what state are you from? a lot of your writing/your blog in general gives off a very southern/midwestern vibe that I love.

— a midwest (wisconsin) princess xxx

Omg! No problem at all <3 I’ve been a loyal cali girl for about 10 years now!

BUUUUT! The southern love stuff comes from the fact I was born in texas <3 And thank u for picking up on it ! T_T seriously ily!

but i’d choose the pretty beaches and palm trees here over texas anyyy day ^_^

THANKS SM FOR ASKING! 🩷