#duff mckagan one shots

[duffslut]

Take Care

Duff McKagan x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 307

Warnings: Fluff!

- Sorry. - You said again, blowing your nose with the small towel Duff had handed you.

Your nose was red and running non-stop, the headache had improved but your body still felt very weak.

- Don't apologize for sneezing, Y/n. - Duff comforted you, placing a glass of water on the furniture next to your bed. - How's my baby girl feeling uh?

- Like I'm about to die. - You said it as a joke, but Duff didn't seem to realize that.

He stood up immediately with his eyes wide open.

- Don't ever say that again Y/n! - He said, and then placed the back of his hand on your forehead. - Holy shit you're burning up with fever we need to go to the hospital.

Duff was about to pick you up when you interrupted him.

- Honey, I don't need to go to the hospital, please. - You held his hand. - It's just a flu, you need to calm down.

- Baby, are you sure? I don't wanna lose you. - He said. - You have a fever.

His concern made you so emotional that it almost made you cry, how lucky were you to have a boyfriend like him?

- It's normal, it will pass, just stay here with me okay? - You said, but Duff wasn't convinced so quickly.

"Just a minute" he said, and then ran out of the room, and a few minutes later came back with some ice cubes and another towel, you watched lying quietly in bed, Duff placing the ice cubes on the towel and then securing it with a hair elastic.

- It'll make you feel better. - He said, placing it on your forehead.

He leaned in and touched your lips in a careful kiss, but you held him by the shirt, making the kiss last longer.

- Come cuddle with me. - You begged, pouting dramatically. - I can't get better with you away from me.

[gnrbitch]

Can I have this dance?

17 yr Slash! x 17 yr Y/n!

Warnings: Just some profanity

Angst?, some jealous Slash, Fluff!!!

Y/l: your last name (but you guys probably already knew that)

Y/hs: Your hairstyle of choice

Imagine whatever style of dress you want! I just chose the color for you guys (oops!)

———

1983

Slash was truly appalled when he had heard that Y/n Y/l, his ex girlfriend was going to the prom with Jonny Reed. Why was she going with some other dude instead of him?

Sure they had ‘Broken up’, but they were always breaking up, everyone knew that. Slash would say something that would upset Y/n, and he would be to stubborn to admit he was in the wrong (which he always was), then they would break up, but then he would always go to her house and apologize! All he needed was some time!

But now here he was, listening to Marc retell the story of how Johnny Reed has asked Y/n out to prom.

“I think she said yes out of spite” Steven said as they all hung out in Slash’s moms basement. “of course she did! that’s the reason we broke up this time!” Slash said pacing around, he can’t remember the last time he was this stressed. “Wait what?” Marc said, furrowing his eyebrows “You told Y/n you didn’t wanna go to prom?”. “I mean not exactly, I just told her prom was lame and that only losers go.” Slash responded with a semi-guilty look.

Steven scoffed, “Y/n always talks about prom in class” (which Slash wouldn’t know, considering he’s in continuation) “So i say, that spite is well deserved!”.

~

As Slash laid in bed that night, the only thing going through his head was Y/n.

He loves Y/n, he really does, I mean that’s why he’s able to apologize to her after only being apart from her for 2 days! And Slash was not the kind of person to apologize. And Y/n knew that!!! She should feel lucky he even apologizes!

But Slash knew Y/n was in the right, again. He had basically given her a pass to go with someone else, Johnny Reed at that!! What a fucken loser, he would’ve rather much had Steven take her!

The point is, Slash was jealous, the kind of jealous that made him want to march up to Jonny Reeds house and beat his ass. Now thinking about how hot- beautiful (Y/n prefers when he calls her that, she thinks hot is corny) Y/n’s gonna look, he now regrets not asking her to that stupid fucken prom. Knowing Y/n, he would’ve gotten a special treat after the prom.

Now sitting up, he decided, he’s going to that fucken prom, and he’s gonna snatch Y/n away from fucken Johnny Reed.

~

“Mom, I need you to make me a suit for prom” Slash said with a mouthful of cereal, grateful for the fact his mom was a designer so he didn’t have to waste any money on a stupid suit he was only gonna use once.

“Prom huh? what colors did you guys choose?” His mom, Ola responded. Slash looked at her confused, “What?”. “You and Y/n, what color did you guys choose?” Ola, looking at her son, eyebrows furrowed, confused look on his face “To wear Slash, the color you guys are gonna wear”.

“Oh! oh, about that” He said looking down, using his spoon to swirl the left over milk from his cereal “Me and Y/n broke up, and another guy is taking her.” “What! What happened Slash?”. Now Ola was aware of Slash and Y/n’s relationship, and she really had love for the girl, being able to deal with her very stubborn son, and since they’ve been together, Slash has been staying away from trouble.

“Well I told her prom is lame and only losers go.” Slash said “But i didn’t think she would take it so hard!” Ola rolled her eyes “Let me guess, now you’re going to go to the ‘lame’ prom and get her back”, Slash flashed her a smile “exactly”. Slash’s mom sighed, “Okay, let’s work on that suit. I’m thinking Navy blue”

~

It was the day of the prom, Slash had gotten himself ready and borrowed his moms car, but before heading to school he obviously had to pick up Steven, Marc and their dates, who are acquainted with Y/n.

“I was a bit suprised when Steven told me you were going to the prom, Slash” Stevens date, Jamie had said looking at Slash through the car mirror. “You were suprised! imagine how i was!” Steven responded hitting Slash’s shoulder while he was driving. Slash just grumbled a little “yea” and kept his eyes on the road. “I’m guessing you’re going for Y/n” Marc’s date, Angela spoke. “Y/n!! omg i was there when she got her dress, she looked so pretty” Jamie responded looking over to Angela. Slash’s grip on the wheel tightened at the mention on Y/n, he looked over to Marc to get them to shut up, but he just shrugged his shoulders.

“Poor Y/n, Slash you should’ve seen the look of horror she had when Johnny asked her.” Angela said with a sympathetic look on her face, Slash gave another glance to Marc, who in his words said “She had her hands over her face and nodded her head.” Marc didn’t even look at him.

“What do you mean?” Slash said looking at Angela through the car mirror. “Well she was embarrassed that was sure, I mean she was asked in front of everyone! She probably said yes out of pity.”

Now that was a huge relief for Slash. A pity yes! He now felt ten times more confident, his confidence faltering while he was looking at himself in the mirror.

They soon enough got to school, and as soon as they entered the building Slash looked around for Y/n, but she wasn’t there yet.

But when she did get there, Slash almost slapped himself in the face for not asking her. A beautiful baby blue silk dress and Y/hs, Slash felt like crying, truly, how did he manage to let a fucken loser like Johnny Reed take his girl to the prom?

~

Quickly, the night turned sour for Y/n, first noticing Slash was here made her heart churn, stuck on wanted to leave and go home, or running to Slash and begging him to stay by her side the whole night. But she just followed wherever Johnny took her, feeling upset when she noticed that smug look he had on his face when he noticed Slash was here.

They ended up arguing at their table because that asshole had decided to let Suzy Grant rub herself all over him on the dance floor.

So Y/n ended up sitting by herself, with the occasional hellos from people.

Until she felt someone sit next to her “Y/n”

She almost cried hearing his voice. “Slash”

“I’m sorry for what I said” he said, looking at her side profile, studying all of her features that he dearly missed. Y/n turned to him “It’s okay, you were right, prom is lame”

And Slash felt bad, cause he saw when her and Johnny Reed argued, and he stared at her the whole time she sat alone.

“No it’s not, I just fucked it up for you” Slash said looking right into her eyes, “Yea” Y/n gave a sad chuckle, thinking about how hard she worked for prom “You really did” she finished with tears forming in her eyes. “I’m so sorry Y/n” Slash said holding her hands in his, “it’s okay Slash”

And as the intro to wild horses by the rolling stones started, Slash got up, “Can i have this dance Y/n?” “You don’t dance Slash” she laughed, looking at him like if he was crazy. “For you, i’ll do it” and she grabbed his hand, both of them knowing that he meant more than dance.

As the two of them slow danced, Slash looked at her “I missed you Slash” she said, one arm over his neck, the other holding his hand. “I fucken missed you too Y/n” he said looking at her, and after slow dancing to half of the song, he finally gained some courage. “Y/n?” He said, suddenly feeling a deep blush in his face “yes?”

“I love you”

Y/n smiled, her heart racing because this was the first i love you, and it came from him. “I love you too Slash” she said, giving him a kiss, in which he was happy to give back.

maybe prom wasn’t lame after all.

—————

Guys holy shit i’m soooo sorry for not posting😭 i started school and it’s been kicking my ass. I’ll be trying to post more!!! hopefully you guys enjoyed this 💕

LMFAO also Slash look so awkward in that pic 😭

[flkmoresluvr]

Best Friend ( Slaxl one shot. )

< axl x slash , gif credits to me , kinda inspired by dress by taylor swift , not proofread or grammatically corrected so enjoy :) >

blue orbs pointed straight ahead, the splat on the wall of the lounge entertained his attention. oblivious to the fact that his bandmates were trying desperately to hold a conversation with him but his mind . . . was elsewhere.

with a snap of duff’s fingers, axl’s head bolted to their direction. vacant look on his face, his eyebrows slightly raised. he cleared his throat. “yeah?”

“you alright, man? you’re acting weird.” a hint of concern filled duff’s tone as he sipped from the bottle of vodka he had bought not even fifteen minutes ago, now almost empty.

slash, slouched down across from axl in the booth, too busy flirting with the woman at the bar to even notice the love but desperation that swallowed the redhead whole.

the week prior, the two went out drinking together after a frantic slash wanted to distract his mind from his girlfriend who ditched him for a girls trip.

“how could she do that to me?” slash slurred his words, picking up the bottle of whiskey to take another sip before slamming it back down onto the wooden table. “fuck!” he groaned, picking up the bottle yet again but he chugs it this time.

“hey, slow it down.” axl, seated on the floor, his own bottle of whiskey placed in his lap but he was still on his first bottle. he stopped counting with how much slash was drinking.

slash slowly nodded his head, setting the bottle down onto the table. “sorry. just a little upset.” he shrugged his shoulders, standing up from his spot and began pacing.

the room had fallen silent, other than the sounds of slash’s boots making contact with the hardwood flooring. axl narrowed his eyes, observing slash’s facial expressions and how his hands were shaking marginally. a line appearing between his eyebrows.

axl shook his head slightly, now standing up on his own two feet. then in such a quick motion, almost enough to make axl’s head spin, slash grabbed him by the collar of his plaid shirt with his fists. their faces inches away from each other and it scared axl to no end.

he could smell the whiskey from slash’s breath, feeling the warmth radiating off him and how his hands were still shaking. they’ve never, NEVER, been this close before. not like this, not even when they were fighting

“slash.” axl says gently, his voice not being above a whisper as their eyes were locked in tight. slash’s face was burnt with deep thought.

his fists loosened around axl’s collar, then he let go completely. but not without pressing his lips against the other for a broken kiss, their noses clashing and axl stood there with his eyes widened. his heart beating out of his chest, almost certain that it would break through the skin.

the two haven’t spoken a word about what happened, about how they made out in slash’s living room and how they were close to having sex right there if the damn phone hadn’t rung. it was his girlfriend, telling him how sorry she was and how she was headed back to his place.

“you’re gonna have to leave.” slash said with no ill intentions but axl felt a pang of hurt in his chest. he didn’t let it show, he nodded his head and said his goodbyes.

on the way home, praying that the alcohol would make them forget about what happened but it seemed to only work for slash.

now sitting in front of slash at the lounge, gathered around the others, axl stared a hole through his head in hopes that he would get the memo.

‘hey, i’m trying to talk to you, idiot!’ axl would scream in his head, even going as far as trying to lift the table to tip his drink over but slash was oblivious. his brown orbs glued to the woman that sat at the bar and it filled the redhead with an intense amount of jealousy for no reason.

when it came time for the band to leave, slash still pretended that axl wasn’t even there.

duff and steven drunkenly wandered off to the parking lot to find their vehicle, izzy was still inside chatting away with the female bartender. leaving axl and slash standing in front of the entrance of the lounge.

a cigarette placed between slash’s lips, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his jeans and axl was staring right at him but he wasn’t looking back. his head held high, facing the sky. a cold breeze brushing past both of them.

“i’ve tried to stay silent but what the fuck is your problem?” axl spoke firmly, causing the other to snap his head towards his way.

slash moved the cigarette from his lips, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. “my problem?” he repeated, a smile playing on his face. “don’t have one. do you?”

axl shifted, facing him. “‘course i do. you don’t fuckin’ remember but i sure as hell do.”

“axl, fuck off. we’re not talking about this when our best friends are here.” slash responds, rolling his eyes as he takes another drag of his cigarette before letting it fall on the ground. putting it out with his boot.

axl paused, his eyebrows furrowed. “best friends? slash, i’m your best friend.”

the other shrugs his shoulders. “well, i don’t want you like a best friend.”

“slash . . . ” axl says quietly, his eyes widened at the sudden confession from him. “why the fuck have you been avoiding me then?”

slash lets another chuckle leave his lips, stepping closer to the redhead. “let’s talk about it later, yeah?”

the sound of an engine caused both men to jump, their heads bolting to the direction. it was just steven and duff giggling away with the smell of marijuana.

“steven broke the damn mirror. where’s izzy?” duff exclaims, looking around to spot izzy.

“still inside.” slash mumbles, pulling out a cigarette pack from his pockets.

“he’ll probably go home with that chick tonight, hop in.” steven yells, leaning over the passenger’s side to the drivers.

axl glances over at slash, shaking his head before climbing into the backseat. the other following shortly after, another cigarette pressed between his lips.

how the hell were they supposed to talk about this later?

[ironmaiden1313]

Hellooo everyone. There's this Izzy stradlin x reader where they start dating but he cheats on her with her best friend. Her best friend is jealous and she is the one that started playing with Izzy's mind. She told him that reader is being held back by him because she wants to study in France but she won't move because she loves him so he cheats on her. At the end, he wanted to break off his affair with the best friend but reader caught them and the best friend starts screaming at her but she shuts the door gently and breaks up with Izzy.

If someone knows the author of the fic or a link to it, it would be much appreciated ❤️

[myleskennedyloml]

should i write one shots about people other than myles kennedy??

give me people to write about and send requests plssss

(i like gnr, metallica, and i can probably do a few other people if you want)

[appetite4savage]

I have like three one shots in my drafts because my brain comes up with a million ideas at once

[he-goes-down]

For @duffys-girl CAUSE YOU SAID AND I QUOTE “Duff breeding fic when”

Break On Through (To The Other Side)

Masterlist

Pairing: Duff Mckagan x reader

- sorry if I’m not getting to the other ones quick enough this was just small enough to write rn -

Warnings: smut, breeding, unprotected p in v.

Second Person POV:

“Oh honey…”

Duff low melodic voice rang through your ears. His blonde locks falling to your shoulders as he rested his forehead on your collarbone. He cursed as he entered you, no protection, this was your first times with no protection. Duff had dreamed for awhile about filling you with his cum and sweetly you having his babies and starting a family. He groaned as your nails began to claw at his back, he loved it when you did that, especially your whines as you took his full length. “God baby, you feel so fucking good.” You felt yourself push back deeper into the fluffy white duvet as Duffs dick went deeper into your soaking and tight pussy. “Duff…” you moaned. “Yes baby, yes, what’s wrong?” His head shot up in concern. “Do you want me to stop?” He said a bit frantic with worry. “I want you to cum in me…” you said slowly, your face burning a reddish colour and the rest of your body hot at the new feeling of Duff in your pussy. He stuttered a low shocked moan, your words made his heart race and head fill with the most sinful and lust filled fog. He eased back into you letting his dick go deeper. Finally his tip touched the back of your pussy, but he pushed more into you, letting himself bottom out and leaving no room between you two. “Such a good girl, taking all of me.” He praised as his kissed your neck sloppily. You moaned in your mouth, bitting your lip, just wanting him to fuck you. Like he could read your mind, he pulled out, not fully and thrusted into your sweet spot. You both moaned at the rough feeling. Sighing as his torso raised and he looked down at you, his hands now placed firmly on your hips. Your hands no longer getting to reach his back so now holding onto his shoulders. He thrusted back into you again, your moans getting louder as he fucked harder. “Fuck…” he huffed. Going faster and faster as you pleaded for him to do so. Your sweet areas now closer together, caressing each other erotically as his dick grazed on in your sensitive pussy. His dick twitched in you, you felt it more intensely and intimately than before.

“Take my cum.” He spoke. Gritting his teeth as his thrusts got sloppier but rougher. “Such a good, good girl.” He praised continuing his words with how much he wants to breed you and let his cum fill you. You moaned a whimper, clenching around him, burning with the rising orgasm in the pits of your stomach. “Fuck… Duff…” you whined, your sweet release inching closer and closer as ur nerves tingled and you body shook under Duffs tight grasp. “God… I’m gonna…” he groaned, not finishing his sentence as he shot his hot cum into your pussy, you clenched and came with him, your juices mixing together. He panted against you as he slumped down, his dick still in you, wanting to make sure that all his cum spilled into you. He kissed your cheek lovingly before pulling out, watching as your combined sweetness dripped onto the bedding.

Hard again at this new scene. No rest for his sinful fantasies. Asking you for another around. Going the whole entire night, not a single spot in your pussy that wasn’t covered in him.

“Such a good cumslut for me…”

A/n: THAT WAS HORRIBLE OMG SORRY

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

From Helvete With Love

Summary: Euronymous' twin hippie brother is in town and up to cause some chaos! (Bear with me, I'll make it work!)

Pairing: Euronymous x fem!Reader x Kappa

Word Count: ~1.8k

Content Warnings: Double Trouble Smut 18+!, You Don't Really Expect This To Have A Noteworthy Plot Do You?, Threesome (mfm), Spit Roasting, Hair Pulling, Subspace, Emotional Cheating, Implied Substance Use (Alcohol and Pot), Dub-Con Due To The Substance Abuse, Kappa Having Insane Amounts Of Audacity While Euro Is Kind Of An Asshole

A/N: I really hope the nonnie with the Threesome request from 2-3ish weeks ago sees this 👀 Also not proofread bcs I literally need to catch the bus to work in like 3 minutes.

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @b4sementgrl @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess

Cry

Who do you need? Who do you love

When you come undone?

Who do you need? Who do you love

When you come undone?

- Come Undone By Bad Omens

In a high pitched jingle, the little bell above the door indicated that someone had entered the record store but you didn't really bother looking up from the latest issue of Kerrang! magazine, your eyes busy with studying an oven-fresh Duff McKagan interview.

"You call that shithole a record store, huh?" A somewhat familiar voice asked in a cocky tone.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint the person it belonged to and the snarky comment certainly had you raising your gaze towards the counter, shooting right towards the new visitor.

With a sleazy grin playing around his mouth, a well familiar face stared at you with strikingly blue eyes just like those of your boyfriend.

"Look what the cat dragged in…it's the hippie cunt!" You teased right back at the man that happened to be Øystein's twin brother, Kappa.

"Oh, mean, missy!" He scoffed and arched his brows in amusement.

"What do you want, trashbag?" You sneered, smiling at him while your eyes roamed over his features.

You only had met him on a few rare occasions but it never failed to befuddle you just how similar and yet dramatically different Euronymous and Kappa were. Polar opposites in everything but being terribly eccentric and pretentious jackasses.

"I'm in town and I thought to say hi to my brother, is he around by any chance?" Kappa inquired, leaning his torso against the counter whilst throwing you a borderline flirty smile.

"In the back." You nodded your head towards the bureau behind the countertop to gesture him the way.

"Thanks, sugar!" Kappa quipped whilst walking around the counter, heading towards the bureau.

"Fuck off, hippe." You beamed at him with a cheeky smile before lowering your gaze back onto the glossy pages of the magazine.

Neither of you had really been ready for the way this day played out after this seemingly innocent interaction. Everything started with a few guiltless beers at the pub nearby, maybe a few shots of vodka too and the occasional cigarette to go with tipsily firing neurons, craving one hit of serotonin after the other at this point. However, the nicotine in your bloodstream turned into herbally-pungent THC by the time the three of you arrived back at Helvete, sloppy steps scratching over the cold asphalt illuminated by cool-toned street lights. Of course, Kappa had brought some weed with him and neither of you held back in indulging in it to the point where your body felt like one buzzing cloud made out of cotton candy. At some point you weren't sure anymore whether the couch was actually a part of you or not as your weary eyes grazed over a scenery of crushed beer cans, shot glasses and scattered vinyls. The air around you was thick and heavy with the smell of alcohol and pot, the smog covering the record store in a white, translucent veil seeping into every last nook and cranny.

Your bloodshot eyes felt like simply fluttering shut and you could've sworn they did but you weren't sure of this at all. Did you black out for a moment or where did the memories go that would’ve explained how your train of thought got back on track again as you heard yourself breathing out a muffled moan?

"There she is! Got me worried there for a second, sugar." You noticed Kappa talking to you in a breathy tone from above.

The hits of information reached your brain one after the other in a violent flush of realization. You knelt on all fours, a soft mattress underneath your palms and knees swallowing up a good part of the recoil caused by your body being penetrated from both ends, Kappa in the down your throat and Øystein buried deep inside your oozing cunt, both their cocks fucking into you in a firm pace.

Pulling in all the air you possibly could through your nose, you reluctantly looked up to Kappa as you noted how sore your jaw felt with your lips eagerly wrapped around his girth, sucking him off like you never did anything else in your life. How the hell did you get here? The question burned inside of your racing thoughts but you tried to push it to the side as your gaze met with Kappa's, who was looking down at you with an unexpectedly warm smile.

"Don't worry, I got you, make sure you’re okay, hun." He whispered to you in a raspy voice as the hand, that wasn't grabbing fistfuls of your hair to guide your head back and forth over his throbbing cock, went to your cheek to give you soft caresses filled with affirmation.

"Good girl.", He praised, the tip of his hard on nudging against the back of the throat, "Øystein really lucked out with you as a girlfriend. You're funny, you're smart and hella pretty."

"Could you not?" It was now that you really took notice of your boyfriend behind you with his hands on your hips and his lap rocking against your rear in desperate thrusts.

"What? You gotta make her feel at least a little special right now." Kappa sneered back at his brother without ever taking his eyes off of you, practically hypnotized by the way his cock disappeared into your throat with every roll of his hips.

"I think I can do that very well on my own." Euronymous huffed, tightening his grip around your waist before pushing himself into you with such brute force that it nearly hurt.

You winced around Kappa's cock, a few wayward tears pricking at your lower lash line and his thumb wiped them away before they could even really trickle down your face.

"Issok, sugar. C'mon, close your eyes and enjoy yourself." His broad hand cradled your face and you trusted him, allowed yourself to.

"There you go…" Kappa cooed to you in a saccharine-sweet voice, hips rolling against your face in a steady pace, careful to not hurt or overstimulate you.

With that you let yourself go, adjusting to his rhythm while your mind rendered blank. You've never ever felt this filled up before and it was continuously bordering on the very fine line of being just too much for your body but instead of your actual boyfriend it felt like Kappa was guiding you through this, all his attention was on you and you only. Of course, he loved the sight of his cock slipping in and out of your mouth in wet, sloppy sounds, making him feel ready to burst at any minute now but he not once put his own pressure released over your well-being in this constellation. Quite the contrary to his brother who was railing into you at a merciless pace from behind, rendering your tightening cunt sore from within. In a way, he knew that he wasn't having the upper hand here anymore and in desperate, failing attempts Øystein tried to turn your attention back to him which only led to you being even more infatuated with the gentle yet firm ways of his brother.

Kappa put you in a headspace you've never experienced before and to say that this state was blissful oblivion would've been an understatement. Mixed with all the substances in your bloodstream, you felt yourself slipping into beautiful nothingness and just felt your body, felt Kappa's cock sliding down over your tongue again and again while he held your head by your hair, steadying you, making sure to not accidentally choke you with his girth. He made it known that he was here for you and it made your chest feel all warm and secure, a warmth that would shot right down between your legs in the very next second, making you clench down around Euronymous' cock in what turned out to be the first contractions of an orgasm that took you by surprise. You inhaled sharply as undefined moans and whimpers vibrated around Kappa's hard on which he only reluctantly pulled out of your mouth. While Øystein rode you through your orgasm, gradually losing himself in it, Kappa stroked himself off with a few quick pumps of his fists, spilling and splattering thick ropes of his seed right onto your face. With your entire body convulsing around your boyfriend one rouge thought escaped its prison and ran wild inside your mind. For a moment you couldn't help yourself but to wish that it was Kappa's cock you were cumming on right now. Your eyes shot wide open as a sharp pang of shame and guilt chased right after the orgasmic high.

"Dude, really?!" Øystein groaned behind you, drilling himself into your now utterly overstimulated pussy one last time before coming undone deep inside of you himself. You recognised how he filled you up with himself like so many times before but you couldn't pull any please from it right now, instead you stared back up to Kappa who was breathing heavily.

"What? I thought it to be a bit more decent than busting my load down your girlfriend's throat, no?" Kappa scoffed at his brother, lowering his hand down to your face again, gathering a dollop of his cum from your chin and smearing it just over your trembling lips, the tip of his thumb prodding against your mouth, leaving it up to you whether to open up or not. Entranced by the way his icy blue eyes were beaming down at you, you did just that, a part of you defiling your boyfriend for never taking care of you the way his brother did.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Hi! So I was just wondering if you could to an angst to fluff one-shot with either James Hetfeild or Duff Mckagan?? (Whichever era and whoever you pick:>. And only if you want to, if not totally fine!)

Basically, just whoever you pick to write for comes home late from the studio on him and readers anniversary and had completely forgotten until he saw reader asleep with dry tears on her face. And the next morning they do everything they can to make up for forgetting their anniversary and ends up succeeding:)

(Hope that makes sense)

A/n: This is quite possibly my favourite angst prompt to exist. When I saw the request I planned to write for both but then I got ever so very carried away with it, I hope that's ok :'3 Also sorry for the shitty ending lol think I could've done better with that one.

Warnings: Angst, I don't know what warnings to add for angst so if you find anything please let me know :'3

Guns N’ Roses had just come back from tour, just in time for yours and Duff’s anniversary. It had been a few days since they got back and he was exhausted, sleeping in late, staying out even later. When the date of your anniversary finally hit you reminded him over and over again up until he left to not be late.

It hurt when he didn’t come home.

You made his favourite meal, got him gifts and put on your favourite outfit to impress him. You expected him home before food was ready but he was nowhere to be found even after you finished setting the table. You decided to do what you could to keep the food warm and wait for him.

11:00 pm rolled around and still no sign of Duff. You told yourself he just lost track of time, you didn’t need to eat together anyway since you ate together every other night as well. You got yourself a plate and ate alone, getting everything else in the fridge for leftovers.

12:00 pm and still no Duff. You decided to just cut your losses and go to bed. You got into something more comfortable for sleep and crawled into bed.

It wasn’t long before you felt tears trickling down your cheeks and you started softly crying into your pillow.

Duff came home much later. He was ready to crash, his body hurt and all he wanted was to crawl into bed with you, but first he needed food so he went to the kitchen and dug around a bit.

In the fridge were his favourite things, all freshly made. Well, freshly made-ish. They’d been in the fridge a while, still good for eating though. He got himself a plate and he could swear that first bite sent him to heaven.

He was eating at the kitchen table and noticed some bags in the corner so he went to investigate. He found a jacket he’d been wanting, shirts and records of his favourite bands, even a new watch he’d seen a while back and mentioned he’d liked. He stared at all of it in confusion, why’d it all suddenly appear? Why was it here?

He thought about it good and hard and finally landed on the reasoning. He forgot your fucking anniversary.

Duff ran into your bedroom to see if you were still awake and of course you weren’t. He kneeled beside you on the floor, pushing your hair out of your eyes to reveal dried tear streaks from puffy, red eyes. “Fuck.” He sighed. He kissed your forehead but you pulled away from his touch. He had to mentally beat himself up after that one.

He saw that the apartment was a bit of a mess and wanted to clean it up but he was just so tired. He made the decision to wait until tomorrow and then he’d get up and do whatever he could to make it up to you.

Duff crawled into bed, tossing and turning a bit. He reached out for you to pull you in so he could hold you but you seemed like you would wake up so he stopped, not wanting to disturb you.

The next morning Duff woke up slowly, groggily rolling over to check the time. The clock on the bedside table read ‘1:34 pm’ and he was filled with panic, suddenly wide awake. He sat up and looked to see your side of the bed empty.

He got out of bed to go look for you. The apartment was suddenly spotless and you were sitting on the couch, peacefully folding laundry while the radio was going. He sat beside you and took the shirt you were folding from you. “Let me do it.”

You stared at him for a moment. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do laundry.” You said, watching his chopping folding skills. “Let alone offer to do it.” Duff stared at the shirt in his hands, disappointed in his own skills, or rather lack thereof. “And now I see why.” You reached for the shirt back but he refused, holding it away from you.

“No! No, I-I’ll get it.” He unfolded the shirt so he could try again. You went to grab another piece of clothing to fold but he stopped you. “I can do it just-just go do something else.” You were confused at his sudden behaviour but decided not to question it. You went to the kitchen to clean some dishes instead.

Duff stood up when he heard the water running and went over to you. “What are you doing?” He asked as he took the plate from you.

“The dishes?” You answered, starting to get a little frustrated with what he was doing.

“No, just do something fun.” He said and set the dish down and turned the water off.

“Something fun?” You repeated, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeah! Just, like, I don’t know, go read! Watch TV, hell, take my card and go-go shopping, buy whatever you want!” He urged, just wanted to do something for you.

“Something fun?” You repeated, your sadness from the night before and frustration now boiling together. “Something fun I wanted to do was have a nice night with my boyfriend on our fucking anniversary, but I guess we don’t always get what we want, right?” You glared at him for a moment before taking the plate back and starting the water again.

Duff paused and reached for the plate again. “I’m sorry, really, I completely forgot.” He started washing the plate for you and you tried to grab it back.

“Just forget it, alright? It’s fine.” You mumbled and went back to washing it. Duff grabbed it back again.

“Don’t say it’s fine when it’s not.” You grabbed the plate again but Duff didn’t let go. “Let me take care of things today, alright?”

“Duff, I can do things myself.” You stated.

“I know you can because you always do and I���m trying to be nice so please just let me do it!” He pulled on the plate and it slipped out of both your hands, shattering on the floor at your feet. Duff froze, looking between the broken glass and your hurt expression. “I-I’ll clean it up.” Duff said and went to get a broom.

He returned to find you on your knees picking up the little pieces of porcelain. He dropped the broom and rushed over to you, taking your hands away from the broken shards. “What the hell are you doing?! You can’t use your... hands...” He realised what plate it was that broke. A piece of your parents china from their wedding.

Instinctively he went to hold you. “Fuck, I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.” You snapped, pushing him away.

“We can fix it, I promise.” He picked up two pieces and tried putting them together like a puzzle.

“Duff, just stop!” You yelled. He put the pieces down and looked at your face, seeing tears starting to leave your eyes again. He knew if he went to hug you you’d push him away again. He just didn’t know what to do.

So, he got up and went back to the living room, leaving you to cry alone in the kitchen while you pick up the pieces. He knew the only reason the plate needed to be cleaned in the first place was because you used it for what was supposed to be a special occasion, your anniversary.

He tried folding the laundry again, he sucked at it but it didn’t have to be good so long as he could get it done and put away. Anything to help you, even in a small way. He listened to your soft sobs from the kitchen, knowing he couldn’t do anything about it.

He brought the clothes to the bedroom and put everything away where he thought it was supposed to go. He turned around and saw the bed wasn’t made so he started on that next. Afterwards he went back to the kitchen, thinking you’d still be picking up the pieces. Instead you were hiding in the corner, knees pulled up to your chest as you cried.

He didn’t care if you tried pushing him away, he’d never seen you so broken, you could have a gun to his head and he’d still try to get to you in this state.

He pulled you onto his lap and held you close, kissing all over your face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” At this point you didn’t have the energy to push away from him so you just accepted it.

“I-I c-can’t fix it.” Your voice was weak and shaky as you spoke. Duff held you tighter to him.

“It’s ok, just gotta give it a minute.” He whispered. “I’ll help you, alright?” You shook your head, which hurt Duff but he wouldn’t tell you that, you didn’t need to hear that right now. “We could bring it to a professional or something.”

“A professional plate fixer?” You asked. Duff wasn’t sure if you were joking or not.

“I mean, I’m sure we could find someone.” He tried wiping your tears and you stood up. Your legs were shaky under you and Duff went to hold onto you “Where’re you going?”

“Bed.” You muttered. “I just- I want to go to bed.”

“Here, let me-” Duff tried to pick you up but you stopped him.

“No, just- stop.” He did as you asked and let you walk away to the bedroom, watching the door closed behind you.

Duff paused for a moment, trying to think of how he could possibly fix this. He started picking up the pieces of the plate and put them in a plastic container before heading on his journey to find someone to fix it.

He looked around for ages, it was getting dark and he was running out of options when he saw a china shop. He figured if they couldn’t fix it they could at least find him a replica or something.

“Hi, sorry, are you still open?” He asked as he entered the shop. Inside was a Japanese man and his daughter.

“We’re about to close.” The daughter said. Duff let out a heavy breath and placed the container on the counter.

“Can you find me a replica of this? Please?” He asked. The man opened the container and looked at the pieces for a moment before shaking his head. He said something in Japanese, of course Duff couldn’t understand so he looked to the daughter for a translation.

“There isn’t a replica but he said he can fix it.” Duff let out a sigh of relief at that.

“Even better, um, how do you do it?” He asked the man to be respectful even though he knew he wouldn’t understand the answer.

“Kintsugi, it’s a Japanese artform to fix pottery and such.” The daughter explains in a simplified way. Duff nods in understanding and thanks them both before heading back to your shared apartment, hoping he did a good thing.

He made one last stop on his way back home to get your favourite snacks from a convenient store. It’s not much but he wanted to do something, he’d bring you shopping tomorrow and get you more.

“I’m back!” He called as he stepped into the apartment. He carried the bag of snacks into the bedroom where he assumed you still were. Sure enough you were there, under the covers. He went to check if you were sleeping since he thought it was a little early for bed.

“Hey, darling, I got you snacks.” He kneeled down beside you, just as he’d done the night before. There was no response. “I’ll just leave them here for you, alright?” He whispered with a sad, tired smile. He stood up and left but not before giving you a kiss on the forehead. “I love you.” He muttered before closing the door behind him.

He made a makeshift bed for himself on the couch, a thin blanket that didn’t reach his feet, it barely reached his knees, and a small, flimsy throw pillow under his head for some form of comfort.

He managed to fall asleep not long after, only to have a dream of you walking out on him. He awoke in a cold sweat and ran into the bedroom to find you still asleep. He thought about crawling in with you before realising that you could just as easily leave if he was there with you than if he wasn’t.

In front of the door was his solution. He brought over his pillow and blanket and got uncomfortable laying there, now if you wanted to leave you’d have to move him.

You woke up and found the bag of snacks he’d gotten for you, all your favourites of course. You got out of bed to find him crashed on the floor. Thinking he’d overdosed or something you ran over to him and started shaking him awake.

“What, what is it?” He grumbled, slowly sitting up.

“Jesus Christ.” You sighed and hugged him. “I thought you fucking died!” Duff paused a moment before processing it and hugging you back.

“No, I’m fine.” He mumbled, moving his face into the crook of your neck. “You would’ve come to me like that if I died?” He asked with a soft chuckle.

“Fucking idiot, of course I would!”

“Even after everything, you still love me..?” He asked in a much softer tone. You pulled away for a moment.

“First of all, me seeing if you were alive had nothing to do with love.” You stated and pulled him back into a hug. “And of course I still love you, but I can love you and be pissed at you at the same time.” He chuckled at that.

“I found a place to fix your plate, by the way.” He said.

“Is that where you went last night?” He nodded and explained the whole thing to you.

“I was thinking we could hang out today, go shopping and get you some late anniversary presents?” He offered, he was taking you whether you wanted to or not but he wanted it to seem like it was your decision. You nodded and went to get ready.

[blindmilenium]

INTRODUCTION AND BLOG INFORMATION!

haii! my names tia (or you can call me t) this is one of my multiple accounts i’ve made because im always inactive on my other ones :,) i’m not new to tumblr whatsoever but this is a new account so i’m starting fresh! here are some basics about me and what i use tumblr for!

i use tumblr for fanfics, i write and feel free to request whatever you want! as long as you’re not being a creep about it, i’ll pretty much write whatever you want, especially fem, masc or gn! reader.

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𖤐 i’m 15 years old and i’m starting sophomore year very soon… (too soon)

𖤐 i’m a huge metal head! i love any metal/rock genre

𖤐 my favorite bands are ; descendants, megadeth, jeff buckley, the cramps, faith no more, alice in chains, and more!

𖤐 i’m very into skateboarding and i’ve been doing it for about 7 years! (even though i’m not that good at it…)

𖤐 some of my favorite rockstars are ; dave mustaine, james hetfield, nick menza, slash, steven adler, anthony keidis, tommy lee, nikki sixx zack de la rocha and mike patton.

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rockstars i really enjoy/who i will write for (bold = really enjoy, italics = i will write for)

marty friedman, nick menza, david ellefson, dave mustaine, kirk hammett, cliff burton, jason newsted, james hetfield, slash, axl rose, duff mckagan, steven adler, tommy lee, nikki sixx, vince neil, mike patton, anthony keidis.

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smut, fluff, angst [least often], one shots, head cannons, kinky shit

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[duffslut]

Can't keep my hands off you

Modern Duff Mckagan x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 574

Warnings: Smut! Public sexual interaction, Oral Sex. Minors Dni.

You and Duff were in the backseat of the car, Duff's lips were sucking the skin of your neck while your hand groped his dick through his jeans.

- Why did you have to look so hot today? -You asked between sighs, feeling Duff's tongue run all over your neck before he started kissing you.

- We're going to my parents' house. - Duff said between the kiss. You slipped your hand inside his pants, not caring about the driver's surprised look at you. - We have to look presentable. - He said, and soon after, he let out a groan when your hand touched his cock.

- We're here. - The driver said embarrassed as the car suddenly stopped.

- Oh fuck. - You murmured, taking your hand out of your boyfriend's pants and pulling away from him. - How do I look? - You asked, knowing full well that you were a mess.

- Great... - Duff said, wrapping his fingers around his mouth and then reaching out to smooth your hair, then do the same to his. - Great. - He said, and you got out of the car.

You tried to concentrate as much as possible to answer Duff's father's questions while Duff, sitting next to you on the couch, caressed your thighs with his hand, you knew he did that when he was nervous, but at that point, you strongly believed he wanted to tease you.

- So how was the trip? - Duff's mom asked, putting the last plate under the dinner table.

- Wonderful. - Duff answered for you. - We should come here more often shouldn't we baby? - Duff spoke to you, putting his arm around your neck and stroking your shoulder.

You nodded nervously and Duff's mother smiled, inviting you to sit down at the table. The dinner was going better than expected, Duff's parents loved you, everything was going well until you took off your sweater and Duff couldn't take his eyes off your cleavage, the heat wave that had settled between you in the car still hadn't gone away.

You tried to remain calm and carry on acting normally when Duff's hand carefully, under the table, touched the inside of your thighs, spreading your legs. You licked your lips and continued participating in the conversation at the table, nodding occasionally. You leaned forward and propped your elbows on the table as Duff began to slide his finger down your clit over your panties, you were mesmerized by how natural he continued to act using only one hand to eat his food.

- I'm going to get dessert can you help me honey? - His mother asked, and her husband promptly got up.

At that point you already controlled yourself so that your moans didn't escape your mouth, Duff was fucking you with his fingers and as soon as his parents left the kitchen he asked you to bend down, you got off the chair and crawled under the table until you stop in front of his legs. You heard when his parents came back to the table and asked about you and Duff lied saying you went to the bathroom, you unbuttoned his pants carefully so they wouldn't hear and finally released his hard cock, you fit between his legs and started suckling him, shoving his cock all the way deep in your mouth and then pulling it out all at once.

- So good. - You heard Duff moan.

- Aww Thanks dear! I hope Y/n likes it too! - His mom replied, referring to the dessert.

[gnrbitch]

Old Friends

SlashxY/n

Warnings: mentions overdosing, profanity

Angst!!!

Includes flashbacks

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1990

“NURSE!” Dr. Noel called to the girl, who was already rushing to his side. “Get me the narcan” He said as Y/n slammed it into his hand, looking at the doctor slam the needle into his body, he told Y/n to forcefully push down on his stomach, watching his heart rate start up again on the machine, they sighed in relief. Then…

The man on the table sat up as he puked all over his clothes. Y/n quickly grabbed one of the bowls and put it in front of him. “I’ll go get him a gown” Y/n said as she left the room. Walking away, she caught Dr. Noel tell the man “Good to have you back Mr….”

As Y/n walked back to the ER with the gown in her had, she stumbled upon Dr. Noel, “Y/n” he said, “We moved him to room 505, I want you to run an IV on him and keep this low profile, the guys famous” He said as she shook her head, working in a hospital in LA, she certainly has seen some big names come through that door.

“Hello?” She said as she walked into the man’s room, seeing him lay there in his puked covered clothes “I bought you something you can change into” she said handing the man his gown, “I’ll be back to start you on an IV Mr… Hudson” She said as she read the name Saul Hudson on his chart, quickly snapping her eyes back at him…

*****

1986

“Don’t you think it’s a bit hypocritical for a nurse to be smoking a cigarette” Slash said coming out of their bedroom, rubbing his eyes.

“You try studying the Drug Handbook and tell me how it goes” Y/n rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, walking over to the couch, he gave her a kiss “Yea yea, you know i’m only joking baby” he laughed, “I know” Y/n sighed, “I’m just so stressed” She said putting the book down, gesturing her boyfriend to sit next to her.

“Don’t be, you’re gonna be the best nurse ever.” he said pulling her to him, “You’re super smart, and you’ve got a big heart Y/n, we both know you can do this” Slash said as he looked into Y/n’s eyes, “I love you” she said kissing him.

“I love you more”

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“Yea, thanks” he mumbled, taking it from her. Y/n shook her thoughts away “Do you need help?” she asked as the man shook his head, not looking at her. “Okay, i’ll be back in 2 minutes to start you on and IV.” she said as she watched him nod his head.

Walking out the room, Y/n let a deep breath out. Fucken Slash, she thought looking down at her watch. She hoped he wouldn’t recognize her, but at the same time she did.

****

1988, January

“What do you mean you can’t trust me?” Slash yelled through Y/n’s apartment “You think what? i’m gonna go out fucking other girls?” He said looking Y/n dead in the eye “Jesus fucken christ Slash! It’s not that!” She raised her voice, “I don’t fucken trust the fact that you’re gonna be sober!” She yelled back to him.

“Are we really back on that topic” He rolled his eyes “Yes! Yes we are because i don’t wanna get a fucken call telling me you’re dead!” She yelled

“Gosh you’re such a fucken nag Y/n! Always up my ass about that shit!” He said getting angrier, “How can I not Slash? You’ve overdosed countless fucken times! And i get you’re sober now, but what about when you’re on the road huh? You think you’ll be able to resist being around all of that shit?” She yelled back

“Just stop!” He yelled, loudly “Do you know how many girls i could have replace you?” he said, pointing at her “All those girls that won’t be such a fucken nag about everything!”

Y/n stood there silently, “Thats how you feel?” She said in a quiet, but angry tone. “Every time you’re up my ass yes, that’s exactly how i feel” He said crossing his arms

“Fine then. Go” she said getting angrier, “Go?” he scoffed, “Yes! Go! get the fuck out of here! Go out and get all those fucken girls” she raised her voice, sighing she mutedly said, “Cause at the end of the day Slash, they don’t give one tiny fucken fuck about you, but that’s what you want right? So get the fuck out of my apartment”

*****

Sighing, Y/n checked her watch to find the two minutes up, knocking, she entered the room.

“Hudson?” she said as she walked in to find the man sitting on the edge of the hospital bed.

“Can you lay back for me” she said to the man as she grabbed the IV and needle, “I’m going to put in your IV now, is that okay?” she said looking at Slash who nodded his head, laying down and only looking at the wall in front of him

“Okay” she sighed, trying to ignore the tension in the room, grabbing his arms, she could clearly see the small track marks on his arm.

Keeping professional, she ignored it and put in the IV.

“Okay, all done” she said as Slash looked down at his arm and back up at her, she gave him a small smile “It’s going to help with your withdraws, i’ll be back to check on you, alright?” she said looking at him.

About to leave, Slash called out, “Y/n”, she turned around to look at him “Yes?” she said politely, heart racing.

“Y/n im sorry” he said looking at her, voice shaky “Please” he whimpered out

“Slash” she said slowly walking up to him, he grabbed her hand and put it to his face, “Please” was all he said.

“It’s okay, Slash it’s okay.” She said trying to keep her composer

“Please don’t leave me” he said, clutching her hand.

“Okay okay I won’t, i’ll stay” She said, using her other hand to touch his face, “I’ll stay okay?” she sent him a solace smile.

That night, and all the other nights Slash was in the hospital, Y/n was there, whispering sweet words to Slash, running her hand through his hair and coming across all the other members, giving them a small hello.

And then he left.

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I’ve had so much writers block it’s crazy omg 😭

I kinda gave up on this towards the end sorry guys, but I hoped you enjoyed!! I’m trying to get back on the writing grind fr 😢

[gremlintheslut]

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Anything for you 🌹

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Goodnight kiss🌹 (modern day)

Izzy stradlin

Book store love 🌹

Duff mckagan

Oh doctor 🌹

Steven adler

Good boy 🌹

Drunken fun 🌹

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[issie-https]

Eyeliner

Duff Mckagan X Reader

A/n: honestly, not much to say atm. I have two Nikki Sixx smut requests and a Slash one shot in progress. Love y’all❤️

Word count: 725

Warnings: smut(unprotected), oral(f!receiving)

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"Stay still and close your damn eyes," I groaned, getting slightly annoyed as Duff kept moving while I was trying to do his makeup. "I'm scared you're gonna poke m' eye," he replied, holding my wrists. "I won't if you stay still and close. Your. Eyes!" I sniped, trying to free my wrists from his grip. "Fine but I swear to god, Y/n. If you poke my eye, I'm gonna kill you," he grumbled. "Just shut up," I laughed as he leg go of my wrists and closed his eyes.

"Stop fucking flinching," I said, slapping his shoulder lightly. "Don't fucking hit me because I'll hit you back," he said. "I'd like to see you try," I whispered more to myself than him. He slapped my thigh, making me slap his shoulder. He slapped my thigh again, so I slapped his shoulder again. This turned into a whole thing for fifteen minutes before I finally said, "do you want me to finish your makeup or am I just drawing your eyeliner on with a sharpie and calling it a day?". "Eyeliner?" He said questioningly. I pointed to the eyeliner wing on my face, making him simply go, 'ohh'. "Yes or no?" I asked. "Yes to the eyeliner, no to the sharpie," he replied, marvelling at my makeup.

I finished his makeup, teased his hair and covered his eyes with my hands and did a "big reveal". "One, two, three!" I took my hands off his eyes and did jazz hands behind him. "I don't know how to feel," he mumbled, looking himself up and down. "You should feel fabulous because you look fabulous," I said, faking an offended tone in my voice. "You look more fabulous but thank you, princess," he smiled, turning around and putting his hands on either side of my face and leaning in to give me a kiss. "I love you," he mumbled against my lips. "I.. love you... too," I mumbled in between kisses.

He walked us backwards towards the bed and laid me down. I disconnected our lips and moved up to the headboard, spreading my legs in front of him. "Fuck-" he moaned, crawling up to me and taking my skirt off. He lowered his head between my legs and started lapping his tongue against my clit, eliciting moans. "You taste so good," he moaned, moving his fingers to my entrance and pushing two in. "Du- Duff," I whimpered. I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as he pressed kisses to my clit. "Good girl," he praised as I felt my orgasm nearing. I moaned as he caressed my soft spot. "Cum for me, princess," he said lowly. A mix of profanities and his name came out of my mouth as I came on his fingers and tongue.

He removed his fingers, licking them clean and then got off the bed to remove his leather pants and not to my surprise, he wasn't wearing any underwear.

He climbed back on the bed and pulled me by my legs so I was lying flat on my back. He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed himself in. "F-uck. You feel so good," he moaned in my ear, pressing kisses to my neck. He started thrusting, my legs slightly shaking with the overstimulation from my previous orgasm. "You're so good for me," he praised, rubbing his hand up and down my thigh before moving it to my clit to rub small circles on it.

I felt the similar knot in my stomach, making me moan louder and louder. I felt Duff's cock pulsing inside me, making me whimper at the thought that he was close too. "Duff, I-I'm-" I couldn't finish my sentence, moans and whimpers finishing it for me. "It's okay, cum for me," he moaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he neared his own orgasm.

I came, screaming Duff's name and scratching my nails down his back. I felt him cum in me, filling me with his semen, making me smile at the thought of him claiming me as his own in this way. "You did so good for me, princess," he praised, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. "I love you," I whispered, kissing his lips. "I love you too. Also, your eyeliner is smudged," he laughed slightly. "Oh well," I shrugged.

[killazilla777]

could you recommend the ones you read other than heartbreaker? (it would be so nice of you🥺)

YESSSSS

Barefoot is an AMAZING James fic by @30_3am, she's not v active on Tumblr anymore but her fics are on AO3! just look up barefoot and James x oc and you'll find it, she has other rly good fics like groupie love and her james fics are all in the same universe just at different points in his life with different y/ns!! it's super cool

im also gonna recommend guns n roses fics cuz some of the ones Ive read r so good and even if u don't like them plzz read

She always comes home to me by e_n_silvermane on AO3, it's duff mckagan x reader and this fic is super long and unironically one of the best pieces of fiction I've ever read 😭😭 you will cry laugh everything in-between, I recommend all of her fics cuz they're all fantastic and will probably make u cry

summer break/grunge days by @gnrbitch on Tumblr is CRAZYY you will never expect what happens next at any moment

those r the only multi chapter fics I can think of cuz most of the fics I've seen are one shots but yeah 🩷🩷 NOW RECOMMEND SOME BACK PLS!!!